Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Atlantis. No, not the mythical island that sunk in the ocean but a state of the art research facility, submerged in the depths of international waters. A 'spared no expense' operation funded by the great nations of the world; where each sent their best and brightest to study and hopefully solve mankind's greatest issues. Though mankind had finally realized that men and women couldn't behave appropriately in such tight living quarters; no, the newly built facility was filled with the world's smartest women anxious to start their two year long tour.
You see, at the turn of the millennial, a phenomenon began occurring. Creatures, beasts, aliens, even monsters, seemingly physical representations of fantasy and sci-fi, began appearing on the surface world. First it caused fear and panic throughout society with armies mobilizing to take down the anomalies. But as mankind became accustomed to the their irregular appearance, science took over. It was discovered that certain creature's flesh could create limbs for amputees, that stem cells could cure blindness. Minotaur blood could cure AIDS. Even ejaculate was studied, though most samples found were too oxidized to be of use. One disease, cancer, still ran rampant, mutating faster than science could keep up. And so Atlantis was born; a haven for knowledge and discovery, away from the public eye and societal taboo, though surely most women aboard the facility carried societies impacts with them.
The facility was self sustaining, a series of concentric rings around the gorgeous laboratory centered in the middle. The second ring was for specimen storage while the outer two rings were for entertainment, food and living quarters. The lab itself was filled to the brim with the latest sensors, computers and devices to record each experiment. At the center was the observation room, where plexiglass containers containing the specimen of interest, delivered from the surface via submarine. Outside of the observation area was a ring of computers, where analysts could observe and record all interactions.
Claire, the Station Chief, looked at her watch, tapping her foot anxiously. Where is that fucking girl?, she thought as the intercom buzzed notifying the station that the first specimen was being transported to the observation room. Most of the staff had already been on Atlantis for a month before, bringing up the facilities systems, but she was waiting on Alice, an engineering and science prodigy. She invented a novel collection technique, the CUNT (Collection Unit for Natural Transportation), that would be necessary for all the specimens brought to Atlantis. Like the science community, she was shocked by the girl's paper, but the more she read the more she agreed with the girl that her method was superior than the CONDOM or Collection Orifice for Natural Discharge to Observe Mutation. You see, the initial burst of ejaculate was the most pristine and contained the most potent essence of the specimen. CONDOMs while effective when they worked, often brought the subject into a fit of rage or were not effective, pumping away for days on end with no effect aside from vast quantities of precum.
Shrieks could be heard echoing through the internal rings. The analysts in the monitoring ring shrieked, eyes widening, as they saw the first specimen's container rising from the floor. The shrieks were not for naught as most of these women had surely never seen such a beast. The six inch thick plexiglass lined observation room housed what seemed to be an mammoth Venus flytrap. It was nearly 8 feet long and 6 feet high, with three thick green tentacles protruding from the flower-like base; it seemed large enough to devour a person. The shockingly green exterior central to the plant seemed to have an armor like quality to it as light glistened off of it but yet it pulsed with the vigor of a living beast. Short pink interlocking tendrils locked the trap portion of the plant though seemed to ripple as if tasting the air. The creature bloomed from a red flower like carpet at its base seemingly teeming of life; if the crew looked hard enough they'd get a hint that there might be more to the plant that meets the eye.
Aside from the seed like middle, the three thick verdant tentacles, with a fiberous exterior but firm, banged against the plexiglass trying to test the observation room for any weakness. Thankfully for the crew, there was none. Each tentacle was thick with the girth of a beefy forearm with fine hairs running down the length, giving the appendage a velvet like quality if touched. At the tip of each arm was a bulbous tip; a deep concentrated forest green that differentiated it from the rest of the plant. It was slightly thicker than the vine itself though it was the most active part of the plant, pulsating as it dragged along the clear walls, leaving a streak of light yellow tinted fluid in its wake. At first glance from its actions, the bulbed ends seem to hold most of the plant's sensory organs.
Claire had her doubts about the girl and her method, especially the given success rate though some reservations were answered as Alice stepped out of the pressurized room. The woman dripped of sex, her buxom body flaunted by the white lab coat that hugged her every curve, being stretched by her busty chest and her sensual plush hips. As, the two began to walk towards the observation lab, the shrieks and general murmuring of the crew became louder; it seems that the specimen's container was fully secured and it was ready for evaluation.
You see, at the turn of the millennial, a phenomenon began occurring. Creatures, beasts, aliens, even monsters, seemingly physical representations of fantasy and sci-fi, began appearing on the surface world. First it caused fear and panic throughout society with armies mobilizing to take down the anomalies. But as mankind became accustomed to the their irregular appearance, science took over. It was discovered that certain creature's flesh could create limbs for amputees, that stem cells could cure blindness. Minotaur blood could cure AIDS. Even ejaculate was studied, though most samples found were too oxidized to be of use. One disease, cancer, still ran rampant, mutating faster than science could keep up. And so Atlantis was born; a haven for knowledge and discovery, away from the public eye and societal taboo, though surely most women aboard the facility carried societies impacts with them.
The facility was self sustaining, a series of concentric rings around the gorgeous laboratory centered in the middle. The second ring was for specimen storage while the outer two rings were for entertainment, food and living quarters. The lab itself was filled to the brim with the latest sensors, computers and devices to record each experiment. At the center was the observation room, where plexiglass containers containing the specimen of interest, delivered from the surface via submarine. Outside of the observation area was a ring of computers, where analysts could observe and record all interactions.
Claire, the Station Chief, looked at her watch, tapping her foot anxiously. Where is that fucking girl?, she thought as the intercom buzzed notifying the station that the first specimen was being transported to the observation room. Most of the staff had already been on Atlantis for a month before, bringing up the facilities systems, but she was waiting on Alice, an engineering and science prodigy. She invented a novel collection technique, the CUNT (Collection Unit for Natural Transportation), that would be necessary for all the specimens brought to Atlantis. Like the science community, she was shocked by the girl's paper, but the more she read the more she agreed with the girl that her method was superior than the CONDOM or Collection Orifice for Natural Discharge to Observe Mutation. You see, the initial burst of ejaculate was the most pristine and contained the most potent essence of the specimen. CONDOMs while effective when they worked, often brought the subject into a fit of rage or were not effective, pumping away for days on end with no effect aside from vast quantities of precum.
Shrieks could be heard echoing through the internal rings. The analysts in the monitoring ring shrieked, eyes widening, as they saw the first specimen's container rising from the floor. The shrieks were not for naught as most of these women had surely never seen such a beast. The six inch thick plexiglass lined observation room housed what seemed to be an mammoth Venus flytrap. It was nearly 8 feet long and 6 feet high, with three thick green tentacles protruding from the flower-like base; it seemed large enough to devour a person. The shockingly green exterior central to the plant seemed to have an armor like quality to it as light glistened off of it but yet it pulsed with the vigor of a living beast. Short pink interlocking tendrils locked the trap portion of the plant though seemed to ripple as if tasting the air. The creature bloomed from a red flower like carpet at its base seemingly teeming of life; if the crew looked hard enough they'd get a hint that there might be more to the plant that meets the eye.
Aside from the seed like middle, the three thick verdant tentacles, with a fiberous exterior but firm, banged against the plexiglass trying to test the observation room for any weakness. Thankfully for the crew, there was none. Each tentacle was thick with the girth of a beefy forearm with fine hairs running down the length, giving the appendage a velvet like quality if touched. At the tip of each arm was a bulbous tip; a deep concentrated forest green that differentiated it from the rest of the plant. It was slightly thicker than the vine itself though it was the most active part of the plant, pulsating as it dragged along the clear walls, leaving a streak of light yellow tinted fluid in its wake. At first glance from its actions, the bulbed ends seem to hold most of the plant's sensory organs.
Claire had her doubts about the girl and her method, especially the given success rate though some reservations were answered as Alice stepped out of the pressurized room. The woman dripped of sex, her buxom body flaunted by the white lab coat that hugged her every curve, being stretched by her busty chest and her sensual plush hips. As, the two began to walk towards the observation lab, the shrieks and general murmuring of the crew became louder; it seems that the specimen's container was fully secured and it was ready for evaluation.