Space Breeding Mission | Hannah Orion

"To Infinity and Beyond! Wait... is that a tentacle or a cock? Or both?"

(AlienPOV)

The year is 2125, Earth has long been united under the UN and humanity has taken to the stars, mastering wormhole travel and cryosleep to colonize worlds in multiple galaxies, as well as set reseach/observation posts on many others. Reality proved less entertaining than fiction, and up to now humans haven't come across any alien lifeforms more or even as advanced as them, only a few tribal civilizations here and there.

Hannah Orion, a humble girl from Raleigh, North Carolina, has finally achieved her lifelong dream of becoming an astronaut, having enrolled in the G.O.O.N (Galatic Observation & Outreach Network), Earth's space regulatory body, ever since she was 18, Hannah slowly worked her way up the ladder, filing notes away in administration work until she was finally called to an observation post in Khal'Dor, a desertic wasteland of a planet. Nevertheless, Hannah was jubilant once aboard the B.R.E.E.D (Base for Research, Exploration & Extraterrestrial Discovery), Khal'Dor's observation post.

Her task? Fuck the aliens. Yep. Yeah, I know, what lazy writing. B.R.E.E.D has observed the lifeforms in Khal'Dor for decades now, but they are yet to retrieve meaningful biological samples, so little Hannah is supposed to collect whatever she can in 'bodily fluids', semen/slick included, by any means necessary.

Khal'Dor: A desertic wasteland, it's surface is almost entirely covered in shifting sand dunes, with a few lakes and oasis here and there. The air is breathable by humans, but the planet holds extreme winds (reaching up to 200km/h) all the time, meaning taking off an EVA helmet would be suicide with the sand grains hitting your face and entering your system. Visibility is hampered in there, as Khal'Dor's sun lays quite far away, only further increased by the raging sandstorms.

Your role? You're an alien, simple as that, you could be whatever you want, a skinny gray humanoid, a xenomorph, Gary the Mailman, the possibilities are endless.

Files:Pictured: Your average afternoon in Khal'Dor (Very inviting, I know)


Pictured: Hannah stepping out into the hellhole that is Khal'Dor (Where