You're Just What They Were Looking For

You're beginning to come back to yourself and have a pretty good handle (you think) on this situation. You have no reason (or ability) to answer any question or comment and so more or less allow your mind to go blank (or rather occupy itself with the various scenarios under which you might escape. **** is no longer a worry right now. If you die, it'll be preferable to being an animal subject and to be honest you've got an idea that it'll take **** to even get out of your chair...but it seems that things are about to take a turn. As it happens Gassornaut has just found something resulting from your DNA.

"Hmmm...interesting," she says sounding more than a little excited, "Could be a mistake of the instruments but...no it looks like...yes!"

She actually claps her hands and chuckles before turning back to you.

"What a lucky break," she says, "It seems that you are exactly what we're looking for. Now then, I'm going to tell you a few things and I want you to shut up and listen. If you do, your situation may improve, if not you'll stay in that chair and be milked completely dry. Understand?"

You manage a nod and she nods back, approving your silence.

"Now it would seem that your DNA is highly compatible with ours," she says, "It's an exceedingly rare mutation among humans but it's the one we've been looking for. Instead of both species becoming a weaker fusion by way of a hybrid, it actually enhances both sides, making the whole greater than the sum of the parts. Following me so far?"

Again you nod. You don't understand the scientific lingo much, but you do understand what she means by her explanation.

"As it happens it's impossible to copy the mutation directly to have it on hand," she admits grumpily, "But if enough offspring were produced by...say...you and various of us, we may have finally achieved our goal. I suppose we could simply milk you until we can get no more, but there is a danger of your **** before we have enough. The only way to ensure we have a great enough population sample of our potential master race is for a very large percentage of our number's impregnation. There's also another little snag."

Now Gassornaut is leaning over you with an expression find hard to read.

"Due to the sensitive nature of this mutation, it's impossible to impregnate by...artificial means," she explains, "So if we are to impregnate as necessary, it'll have to be the natural way. This is where things might improve for you if you behave. If you're a good boy, you will be allowed to breed with some of those on the impregnation list. Who knows? If you prove yourself a talented and able pleasurer, you may rise to the position of being a valued pet. The alternative is of course to be drained to **** for research purposes and we simply cut our losses. Now I give you permission to make a choice. Will you be a willing breeder or do we simply deal with you as normal?"