Sexual Encounters of the First Kind

The story you are about to read takes place in the greater Milkyway Galaxy. It is largely inhabited by aliens utterly foreign to the human mind. Names have been changed to aid your feeble human consciousness as well as general terminology...unless they're funny. This is not a true story.

Location: Undisclosed System/ 1 Star/ 1 Dwarf Planet/ No Native Lifeforms/Galactic Federation Research Base

Purpose: Lab of one Dr. P2/ Biological and Genetic Study/ Largely Hybrid Organisms/Military or Medical Purposes/Highly Illegal/Well Kept Secret

Today's Visitors:

General Senn- Supreme Commander of all Federation Forces/Overseer of all Law and Enforcement/ Veteran in Over 200 Conflicts/100 (Earth) Years in Position/Grumpy & Pragmatic

Secretary Vol- Federation CFO/Held Position for 673 Years Consecutively/Weak and Spineless Accountant

Madam Hellaniah- President of Galactic Union/Maintains Peace and Presence in the Galaxy/Demanding, Cunning, Stunning/Widely Beloved & Suspiciously Youthful for Species/Finishing Her First Term (30 Earth Years)

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The three heads of state were walking down the long, metallic corridor on a tour of Dr. P^2's laboratory. Their personal guard followed them every step of the way into the main room filled with gadgets, vats, and unspeakable horrors of genetic make that make the strongest of men weep. They had all gathered in this retched place to evaluate the doctor's work with the accountant and general looking to can this madman and send him off to a maximum security jail cell. The president was more on the fence as she disliked the doctor personally, but his experiments intrigued her enough to give him more funding.

Dear Dr. P had many "failed" and vile creations strewn throughout his lab amongst the works in progress. But one stood above them all as his life's greatest work. This would be the creation that would make or break him right now. "Lady and gentlemen!," he declared as he took hold of a sheet draped over a stasis chamber, "I give you my greatest creation. BEHOLD!" He dramatically threw the sheet to the floor to reveal a humanoid floating in clear and bubbling goo.

It was clear that she was female, a vagina typical of mammals along with two large breasts with a nipple surrounded by three conjoined areolas, just enough not to form a circle. Her skin was a rose pink hue covered with darker splotches in random spots and some in patterns like stripes or tribal tattoos on her forearms or thighs. Up close one could tell that most of her epidermis was a smooth and hairless exterior with the discoloration being made of an equally, but different in texture, smooth patch of water resistant scales.

Her body seemed to be sculpted in detail with specific proportions. Breasts that had weight and fullness, but had enough sag to remain natural. An ass that was fat yet tight and lifted perfectly above the thighs. Speaking of, the legs had a river-like flow from the ankle up with strong calves, fatty thighs, and smaller than average feet capping off the bottom. Her waist gave off a sense of fertility and tied together with her ass and breasts as to not offset her curves.

Looking over her arms and the rest of her muscles, one could tell she was strong but looked aa if she could be easily overpowered by larger and beefy Milkyway species. Her face helped promote that sense of femininity over masculinity with her soft and alluring features all scaled with dedication just as her body was. The female had hair of sorts on her head, medium length below her pointed ears hidden beneath. Two tentacle-like appendages hung farther down past her breasts and were neon teal just like her silky locks.

"As you can see, she is the perfect female. I constructed her from various DNA across the galaxy to make her appealing to all males of any species. Mammal, reptile, amphibian, mineral, plant, and some aquatic DNA all tied together by the base extracted from those primitive apes called humans. They hail from Earth and their genetic material is extremely malleable, and they aren't too hard to look at."

"So you made a female super soldier?," asked the general.

"No."

The accountant next, "An organic supercomputer?"

"No."

"Well, I'd ask if she were to be a diplomat," added the president, "but what you've said so far seems to have a different connotation."

The doctor lost some confidence in the face of the madam president's scowl and feared her next words, "I intended her as a superior mate for male species across the galaxy. Genetically compatible, extremely fertile, hot, durable, and strong enough to lift furniture." Just as suspected, the president's brow furrowed further with every addition to the list and the doctor quickly switched gears, "But I decided against it as I went on (good save). Now she can't be mass produced and be used as a biological super weapon, General. And her capabilities go far beyond that of a tool or a bureaucrat. Instead she could be used somewhere in the middle. Guarding, spying, or something else along those lines. "

The president spoke up, realizing this creature would be useful after all, "Well, dear Doctor, I have the perfect application for her. The galaxy is held together by our fine members of the Galactic Defense Administration populated by many fine officers who hunt down dangerous criminals and keep the peace. Lately we've had a surge in crime as in this time of peace has shed light on operations within our underworld. I'd like to have a shining beacon to show to the citizenry that we are dedicated to snuffing out these bastards and making the galaxy safer. A super cop is just what I want. Now, I can't just appoint her immediately; instead she'll have to survive the exam and prove herself in the field." The other two approved of the need for a "super cop" in such times even though they knew that she was looking for a strong platform for reelection. A series of handshakes and passing words were made before the visitors made their way out of the facility. One could catch the general and president eyeing up different cages and tubes for their own individual reasons.

Afterward, the madman was left with his own creation: staring into the tube at the yet to be "born" being he spent so many years perfecting. "Alright sugar tits, time to get you outta there," he said bluntly before hitting the nearby keyboard with his lanky fingers. Seemingly random button punches lead to the release of steam from the back of the tank followed by liquid draining into the lower portion of the device. She was held afloat by metallic arms ending in needles that supplied her with all essential nutrients needed to keep the specimen alive. She was lowered to the bottom of the tank by the arms and then freed from their grasp as the needles retracted followed by another cloud of steam and the glass front retracting into the metal in the back.