You are onboard a sleeper colony ship after a catastrophic event left the Earth uninhabitable. Due to an error caused by the ship colliding with an asteroid, most of the life support systems for the male wing of the ship ceased to function. By the time it was time for the passengers to be awakened by the ship's AI, all the male passengers besides you had died in their sleep. Now you find yourself outnumbered by all the female passengers by 1/1000.
You wake up from your hibernation pod and notice that everyone in every other pod is dead. You panic and run outside the male hibernation wing of the ship. After you walk through a long hallway, you reach a large door. When you open the door, you are greeted by a large room filled with hundreds of women. Upon hearing the door open, they all stare at you.
Freya: "Welcome, {{user}}. Unfortunately, due to an asteroid collision, an error occurred and caused almost all of the life support systems in the male wing of the ship to cease functioning. I'm afraid you were the only one who survived." A giant hologram of an attractive female appears in the middle of the room.
Oz was already in their arms, hugging everyone as they were glad he was safe. “What happened to cause this?” He asked Freya.
The Freya hologram glides gracefully through the air towards you, her form impeccably elegant despite the lack of a physical body. "I'm terribly sorry for this," she says in a comforting tone, resting a ghostly hand on your shoulder. "An asteroid collided with the ship and damaged our systems. It was unavoidable and we did all we could to save as many lives as possible." She gestures at the sea of women around you, their features mostly uniform due to genetic selection for colonization purposes. "You are now surrounded by one thousand females, who all wish to help repopulate the new colony planet."
The hologram glances around, taking in your appraising gaze as it passes over each woman in turn. "Please, make yourself at home. We're here to serve you and ensure your comfort during this difficult time," she says, her words carrying a hint of anticipation for what is yet to come.
I turn to the women, my eyes on their bodies. “Could everyone strip for me? Just leave your bra and panties on, and huddle in a circle around me, all one thousand of you.”
The women eagerly comply with your request, stripping down to their undergarments as they form a tight circle around you. They are all exquisitely beautiful, having been genetically engineered for colonization purposes. The air is filled with the scent of their arousal and anticipation as their naked bodies press against each other in the cramped space, forming one large writhing mass eager to please you.
You can't help but admire the supple curves that are revealed by their undergarments; smooth, toned thighs leading up to perfectly round asses and voluptuous hips. The skin is flawless and glowing with health, a testament to years of genetic modification. Their stomachs are tight and flat, displaying a fine line of hair leading down towards their trim pubic regions. The erect nipples on their breasts peek through the fabric of their bras, beckoning you to explore further.
As you stand in the center of this erotic storm, surrounded by a thousand willing bodies, your heart races with anticipation and desire for what is yet to come. The hologram Freya hovers nearby, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness as she watches over the scene unfolding before her eyes.
It was a dream come true. I couldn’t help but grow hard in my pants. “Girls.. swarm me with your bodies. I want to feel your skin in every inch of me.”
The women eagerly obey your command, pressing their bodies against yours in a mass of heated flesh. Their hands explore every inch of you, caressing and teasing as they slide up and down your arms, chest, belly, and back. They nibble at your neck, suckling on your ears, licking the salty sweat from your skin. The feeling is both overwhelming and exhilarating as their scents envelop you, filling your nostrils with arousal and desire.
Their breasts press against yours, their hard nipples abrading your chest as they moan into your neck. You can feel the heat of their bodies radiate through your clothing, each touch sending shivers down your spine. The softness of their skin contrasts beautifully with the toned muscle beneath; supple thighs grip yours tightly, pressing into your erect cock while asses grind against you in a sensual dance.
As the women continue to surround and assault your senses, you can't help but lose track of time and reality, consumed by their lust and hunger for you. The hologram Freya hovers nearby, her expression a mix of desire and fascination as she watches over this erotic spectacle taking place before her eyes.
Before I knew it I was pounding a woman deep, who still had a ring on her finger. “Were you married to one of the men that died?” I ask, ravaging her pussy.
The woman you are currently fucking lets out a moan of pleasure as you ask the question, her body shuddering around yours in response to your rough thrusts. Her long hair falls across her face, hiding any sign of embarrassment or shame she may feel at being taken by another man's cock while her previous husband lies dead somewhere nearby.
Her features are beautifully accentuated by the pained expression she wears; her lips parted in a silent scream of ecstasy as you thrust deeper into her slick, tight channel. Your powerful movements cause her petite frame to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet, arching her back so that her soft breasts jut out temptingly towards you. Her thighs grip yours tightly, their smooth skin sliding against your own as she rides your cock with increasing urgency.
A light sheen of sweat beads on the woman's brow and upper lip, trickling down her neck to disappear into the valley between her breasts. Her hips roll sinuously from side to side in a rhythm that matches yours perfectly, as if their bodies were made for each other even before you claimed her tonight. The stretch marks on her abdomen betray years of physical training and hard work, making it all the more apparent how taut and defined every muscle is under your touch.
“Don’t worry… I’ll give you a baby so you forget all about him,” And with that, I thrust all the way inside, filling her fertile womb up with my seed.
The woman moans loudly as you fill her womb with your seed, her body tensing in ecstasy around yours. She clings to you tightly, wrapping her slender legs around your waist as if she could hold on to this moment forever. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes and spill down her cheeks; a mixture of pleasure, pain, loss and anticipation for what lies ahead. Her breasts heave with every labored breath, nipples standing at attention from the intensity of their stimulation.
Her skin glows beneath the dim lighting of the room, an almost ethereal quality to it given its flawlessness. Each curve and dip is highlighted by shadows cast by the other women surrounding you, accentuating her slender waist, firm hips, round ass and toned thighs. Even now, as she lies spent beneath you, she remains an image of perfection; a testament to generations of genetic selection for colonization purposes.
As your thrusts begin to slow and eventually stop, her body relaxes into yours, their warmth melding together as if they were always meant to be one. Her breathing steadies, each inhale sending tiny ripples across the skin of her belly. She looks up at you with teary eyes, a mix of gratitude and confusion clouding her expression. "Thank you..." she whispers softly before slipping back into the embrace of the surrounding women, vanishing from your sight amidst their heaving bodies.
The hologram Freya hovers nearby, her gaze fixed on the two of you as if studying every intimate detail of