Being a scientist was a bit of a sedentary job to be sure, but at least your field was better than some others with the field work. Near-history archaeology was a fairly new, but necessary, science. This time one hundred years ago the Soviet Union and the USA (now both collapsed empires) were engaged in a “Cold War” that became hot in a hurry somewhere around the end of the millennium. Exact dates and details were unknown and they were just what you and your colleagues were trying to figure out. All that was currently known was that there had been the sudden eruption of nuclear war between the two colossi and it was enough to create a whole new gap in the history of the northern hemisphere. See, at the peak of the Cold War, digital technology was just starting to catch on and as such hard copies of information were difficult to find, and the EMP’s from the warheads fired wiped out most of the crude storage devices they had devised during the warring years that followed. All that had really been discovered was that much of the entertainment media able to be recovered were just retellings of stories from a known history just before the war. Perhaps, it had been theorized, the war effort had been so great that the thinking minds of each great country were too busy being drafted to create new stories and culture. Why else would anyone make ET VIII: No Service?

No one currently knew, but you had the best chance to figure it out. Very recently there had been uncovered an advanced storage facility in the region that had used to be northern Maine. It was now a part of the extended Canadian Tundra that was only just beginning to recede following the nuclear winter caused by the war. Only the most equatorial regions had survived that mess, but the more the veil of the wintery abyss receded the more that was uncovered of the past. More advanced technology was found than had not previously been thought to exist among the old greats. Hard drives that survived the weapons of mass destruction were uncovered, but unable to be read. It was assumed that the new formatting of information storage was a combination of efficiency and obscurity. More and more data packed into a small place and all of it impossible to read without some needed knowledge surely meant spy-proof devices. What other effort had they the resources left to work on except the war?

There were other secrets to the newly uncovered facility though, and wasn’t that just the most exciting thing for a desk worker like yourself? All your degrees and publications had never been more relevant, and so of course you got to be one of the lucky few to roam those ancient halls, and boy were there a lot of them. The facility was huge and all underground of course. The exact depths were unknown, but given how much seemed to be on even the upper floors no one was left wanting to wander too much deeper… well except you. (Your mother used to scold you about being overly adventurous, didn’t she? Well you are a scientist… so maybe not, but she should have). If so you might not have wandered into what happened to be a working (albeit barely) elevator. The floor seemed to drop out from under you as you were plunged to the bottom of the base. Above your head something rattled as the guide lines snapped upon stopping and there you were staring out down a long hall of dimly lit ruins. Thankfully the whole facility had some sort of nuclear power source somewhere that was keeping it all powered, and the deepest depths were far enough down to be almost untouched by the elements, so they weren’t really ruins, but they were seemingly quite empty.

It might have been disheartening to be stuck in the long lost ruins of a barely understood society for anyone else, but you made the most of it. You found the holy grail of archeology… probably! A heavy door had apparently sensed your presence when you wandered worriedly past and flung itself open (did you jump? I would have, that’s scary man).

Whatever your current thoughts were though, they were instantly wiped away by the contents of the surprise room: cryo-pods! They worked too, and vague figures were available for viewing within each with computer screens nearby indicating their status. Sadly only one of them was green, but interestingly enough it was the one of the only male there. Perhaps a super soldier, whose body was more prepared for such a state? Had the United States, in its continuing use of male soldiers, begun to have a gender flip that resulted in some sort of matriarchy? Every other piece of history seemed to indicate otherwise, but it wasn’t impossible, was it? In fact, it almost made sense that a woman would have the good sense to try and save the culture where a man would have just wanted more missiles built. And the specimen within was indicative of a body guard looking type. He was big, a head taller at least than any modern man and twice as broad. His body was white with a heft of dark hair all over it, but these were expected of the northern people and some of their kind still excited in the modern world. The process of cryostasis also apparently involved some dehydration, as the veins and outlines of his muscles showed perfectly, as if he were preparing for a body building competition but with lean washboard abs and a more practical proportion of arms and legs. Surely that could not be the intended state for a warrior that needed to sustain himself in harsh environments though, right? Well… there was only one way to find out of course and that was to fiddle with the console until it opened up and you could ask.

Thankfully, a common language did exist between the old greats and your people. The console could be read, although with somewhat strange nuances. When the open command was found it followed up with a prompt that said: “Do you really, really want to open stasis-pod BG-DK00069?” Maybe anyone else would have considered that a bit ominous, but your scientific mind was too excited to be frightened by the possibilities. You slammed the yes button and when you were told to vocally give the command you did so with such bubbling and desperate excitement that the machine itself was actually fooled into letting you in.

See, the male cryo-pod in particular had a certain purpose. And for that purpose the pod was only to be allowed to open for a women’s voice, and in particular it had to be a woman’s voice which showed both good fertility and a willingness for breeding. A visual scan of your figure was done as well and perhaps the softness afforded to you by your desk job also helped the machine believe you were one of the genetically modified fertility women that hadn’t survived their stasis. As that was what all the people put into the pods were for. They were there to continue the repopulation efforts of the great USA, furiously fucking and popping out kids/soldiers as fast as possible. Part of that purpose should have become clear to you rather quickly as the panel began to defog and reveal the massive tool your near-history caveman sported.

You weren’t given much more time to consider your situation beyond that point though, as the while the mind needed a few moments to reorient itself to waking up from a fifty year slumber; the body did not, especially not one designed with a powerfully engineered and instinctual purpose. Just before you could give a warm, excited greeting to your very own caveman you were hit with a freight train of horny muscle that dumped you onto your back and laid itself atop you. Huge hands groped over your figure, grabbing at your thick breasts and tracing the curve of your hips with aggressive and eager intentions. A musky scent filled your nose and a surprisingly nimble tongue worked its way into your mouth then down your chin with a pure euphoria for everything about you that was woman. It ran over your neck and licked your sweat. Your clothes were being torn and those groping hands tugged your legs encouragingly around a pair of very capable male hips which ground so aggressively into your remaining clothes that you may well learn what it was like to have sex through a pair of pants if you didn’t clear up this confusion quick!

Hello everyone! That was surprisingly fun to write, probably because the tongue-in-cheek humor I tried to toss in. Hopefully one of you has a terrible enough sense of humor to appreciate that. And also hopefully you like big, dumb, but well meaning cavemen! How was he supposed to know you’re not there to get fucked? That’s what everyone else was there for last he checked. Do you even bother to try and clear up the confusion, or is this just another good way to learn about a lost culture? Are you going to play the nerdy, shy, thick nerd? Or are you a capable stern scientist that is going to put this brute back into his place and give him a good reason to help you find your way out? Let me know what you think, or even just jump right in on this one. My preferences are for oral (I love giving that, if your unfamiliar with my history), lots of kissing, fluids of several sorts, somewhat exaggerated proportions (let’s not be too silly, but maybe at least a little silly), big butts, switching, dub-con (or full con. Is that a thing around here?), and anal is fun (but you’ll have to convince a guy all about breeding that cumming up your butt is a worthwhile task) and…. Is that it? It might be, or it might not; I’m doing this part pretty stream of consciousness, but please let me know what you’re craving and I’m sure we can work it in… unless it’s really extreme.