Archive of Our Own ^beta

One moment, you’re in your bedroom studying for a university exam that you really don’t want to take. The next thing you know, a bright light is enveloping you. Then, you awake atop a table with a woman standing over you, her dark eyes furrowed in concentration and concern.

The woman has dark, shaggy black hair and soft features. She looks almost human, but there's remarkably something different about her—maybe it's that her skin is a tint too pale for the average person, or the fact that she has a pair of antennae sticking out of her head. She’s wearing a jumpsuit that reminds you of something that you'd see in space travel, pouting nervously and raising her hand to her face.

Your eyes widen in your hazy state, sitting up as you realize what’s going on.

This isn’t really happening, is it?

“Who are you?” you softly ask, glancing around the pristine and metallic room surrounding you. It looks kind of like a doctor's office, but the technology is far too futuristic and surreal to be quite that.

Nobody else is around but you and this woman. She utters something in a language that you've never heard before, looking directly at you. It almost sounds like a question; when you don't answer, she sighs and looks at a tablet-like contraption, inputting something before she tries again.

“Do you… understand me now…?”

You nod, only mildly relieved amidst your confusion “I do,” you say. “Can I ask, again, who are you? Also, where the hell am I? This isn't my bedroom.”

“My name is, um… I– I don’t think I can pronounce it in a way you’ll be able to repeat.” The alien looks over at her tablet, narrowing her eyes; they're almost human, but her irises are larger than average and her pupils are incredibly dilated, like a cat in the night. She turns back to you, smiling sheepishly. “My designated Earth name is Anya. I... hope that I'm pronouncing that correctly.”

“Anya,” you say, nodding slowly. It’s a lovely name, whatever it’s substituting, for a fittingly lovely woman. “What am I doing here?”

Anya picks up some kind of strange instrument, using it to scan you. “Listen, I– I can explain. You're aboard a ship for, um, a brief survey. It's an exam. I'm, um— I'm a medical examiner.”

“This is a dream, right?” you ask, sitting up on the exam table and letting out an incredulous laugh. “None of this is real!”

“Wha–? No, this is real,” the alien woman tells you, frowning. “Listen, I– I can explain. You're safe here! This really is just a simple survey, one where I'll send you home after its completion.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “A survey…?”

“I'm sorry,” Anya apologizes with dewy eyes, her lip wobbling. “I know this all must be very frightening for you. Um, I– I promise that I'm not here to hurt you. This is all harmless, I promise! All I need to do is examine your body, take some samples of your human blood, and I'll return you safely to your home. Li– Like I said, completely safe.”

You stare at her as if she's... well, she's already some kind of extraterrestrial being. Surprisingly, you’re not quite as panicked as you feel you should be; something about her long eyelashes and gentle disposition is almost strangely soothing. You sigh, shaking your head in defeat.

“Okay,” you finally relent. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, but only because you’re so pretty.”

Anya blushes in a remarkably alien way, her cheeks glowing a bioluminescent green color. “Y– You think I’m pretty…? That’s… um, that’s a joke, isn’t it?”

You shake your head. “I’d never lie to a beautiful woman, or… um, maybe I shouldn’t be so presumptuous—”

“I’m a woman,” Anya corrects you almost eagerly, a bright smile on her face. “Thank you, really! That’s so sweet of you to say to me, 495780E!”

“It’s no problem,” you begin, before processing what she just called you. “Wait, what did you just call me?”

“Oh, that’s your patient number. The E is short for Earth! It’s a different symbol in my language, but… Yes, that’s your number!” You squint at Anya, uncertain, and she begins to speak again. “Sorry, is there something else that you might prefer to be called…?”

“Well, my name is Y/N,” you tell her. “I think that I’d way rather be called that.”

Anya smiles gently, nodding in understanding. “Ah, that’s a lot easier to say! Y/N… What an interesting name. Is it, um, common for someone on your planet?”

You shrug. “More or less,” you say, not really sure if your answer would hold much meaning to someone from another planet. “Anyways, go on with the survey, or examination, or whatever, but I do have a question.”

“What is that, Y/N?” Anya asks, saying your name so sweetly and melodically. She sounds so lovely when she speaks.

No fucking way. Are you already falling in love with the alien that abducted you?

You ask what’s on your mind rather directly. “Are you going to probe me?”

Anya chuckles softly. “Of course, I am! It won’t be very invasive, though. I promise. Unless, um…”

You wait for her to finish her sentence, but she doesn’t. In Anya’s silence, you ask, “Unless what?”

“W– Well, unless you’d like me to examine the functions of your reproductive system… I– I promise that’s only optional, though! I’d only ever do so with your explicit permission. It would be a more intensive study.”

You can feel that offer going straight to your libido. Your face flushes and you stare at Anya, shuddering with excitement. “Yeah? You want to, uh, try to see how it works?”

Anya smiles brightly, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, yes!! I’ve been wanting to examine a human female for, um, research purposes! Is– would that be okay?”

Being called a human female makes you feel a little bit like livestock, but that also sends arousal straight to your core. You nod in return. “Yeah! Yes, that’d be okay! What do you think it would entail?”

“W– Well, um… How about I show you once I finish with the regular exam?” Anya suggests.

“That sounds great,” you tell her, your heart racing with excitement over this new and, quite literally, alien connection.

“Now, before I get started,” Anya begins. “I'll need to undress you.”

The exam was surprisingly not too different from a doctor’s appointment, but less painful and more fascinating as Anya used all kinds of never-seen-before tools to measure and monitor your body. When it’s all said and done, Anya watches you from her spot beside the exam table, her face blushing in that luminescent way it does.

“So, you— you’d like me to examine your sexual functions, Y/N?” she asks. “It’s totally all right if you’ve changed your mind, though.”

“I want this,” you tell her. If you've got one chance to let a hot alien woman fuck you, then you're going to take it now before she drops you back off onto Earth.

Anya smiles, an absolutely lovely and radiant look on her face as she takes out a device that looks remarkably vibrator-shaped. “I've been told that this instrument should stimulate a human clitoris… but I haven't, um, had the chance to use one before. You're actually the first human I've examined that asked me to do this.”

Your face warms up. “Well, I'm honored to be your first.”

Hearing this makes Anya giggle with glee, her antenna twitching excitedly. “Oh, wonderful! Amazing, truly… Can you spread your legs for me, Y/N?”

Just hearing that alone has your clit throbbing. You nod your consent, feeling a bit exposed with your nude body before a fully clothed woman. She puts a pair of gloves on, very clinical, before she gently strokes your inner thigh.

“Ah, your skin is so soft,” Anya gasps.

“Even through the gloves?” you ask.

Anya giggles, her laughter resonating through the space ship exam room. “Yes, of course! Not that I wouldn't love to touch you directly, but I have to be professional here.”

“You're so professional, Anya,” you purr.

“R– Really? One of my co-workers says that I barely qualify for my job,” Anya mutters sadly, her antennae flopping down with her expression. “He says that I need to be worth my title…”

You're kind of surprised that aliens have co-workers. How many aliens like Anya are out there, abducting humans to examine them—or worse? You quickly search your brain for something humorous to take your mind off such ruminations.

“That guy can eat a dick,” you say, giving her arm a reassuring pat. “You're so good at examining human bodies, Anya. Especially mine.”

Anya chuckles, her morose attitude lightened up by your comment. “Thank you, Y/N! I don't think that he eats phalluses, but I appreciate the supportive words… um, anyhow, I'd like to proceed if you're ready.”

You spread your legs a bit more. “Got enough room to work, baby?”

Anya's face starts glowing again. “Y– Yes! So, um… this tool will measure the electric signals your body is giving off when you orgasm, for the sake of studying how well your sexuality functions.”

“Sounds awesome,” you say.

“I– I hope so! Are you ready for the study to begin?”

“Please,” you whisper.

When Anya turns on that tool, you're met with stimulation that truly is out of this world. The vibration is more than just what an Earth vibrator would give—it's incredible. You roll your hips as Anya presses it to your pussy, moving it around the wet slick you've been building up since shortly after this encounter began.

You reach out to cling to her, the texture of her uniform strange and unfamiliar, and she allows you. Each sensation that she sends to your clit feels better than the last.

“This is all very interesting,” Anya mutters as she fucks your brains out with minimal effort. It's almost comical how casual she is about it all, but you see the faint hint of blush creeping onto her face.

“Anya, I'm close—”

“...Oh? Well, ah, by all means, please come for me,” Anya softly answers.

Her words are so polite it borders on clinical, but the slightest tinge of encouragement pushes you over the edge. You come, coating the peculiar instrument in your fluids and crying out her name into the echoing exam room.

As you're basking in the afterglow, Anya cleans herself up, telling you, “Those readings were, um… wow! They were certainly helpful for my studies.”

You wonder how much of her just wanted to see you come versus how much of her was really studying. As you lie there, you can't help but ask…

“Do you think that I could stay a bit longer before you take me back to Earth?”

Anya's antennae twitch as she turns back to you. “Wait, really…? I've never had a human ask me for that… Wh— Why do you want to stay?”

“I just really enjoyed my time with you,” you answer.

A graceful smile graces Anya's lips and she nods, reaching out to take your hand. “Sure, Y/N. I'd be happy to spend a little more time together. Actually… your company would be very nice.”