Science Fiction Writing Prompts

Big space empires get into “shadow godfather” programs, which mean they take a small civilization under their wing to watch over. In 1910, the human watchers take a break of a few years to see what would happen. They comes back: it’s 1945.

You are the repairman for the “sex synth” futuristic androids designed to mimic a woman’s body perfectly for one purpose….pleasure. They are self aware however, and often need repairs. They find it hilarious to act extremely turned on when you start sticking screwdrivers down their butts though

“Can I please pet that dog?” “That is not a dog! That is a Canisapian from the planet Anubis, a highly intelligent species.” “Then can I pet that kitty?” “No, again, that is not a kitty; that is a Felisapien from the planet Bastet, yet another highly intelligent species.”

Greetings human! I- No! No, don't panic! Stop struggling! You can't. I'm your new symbiotic parasite, and- Oh, oh geez. This isn't going well. Uh... H-Here, Have some endorphins! ...AH! That's not supposed to happen!

In the first half of 21st century, mankind has mastered biological immortality. It began running prisons as rehabilitation and re-education centers. Year is 5049 AD, 3000th 'anniversary' of your first and ongoing incarceration...

You swiped right on a tinder profile which only had an Athena-class deep space cruiser for a pic. After flirting for a few days, you ask if they want to meet. "When?" They ask. "I dunno, now?" You answer, moments before a hyperspace rupture opens up above your home.

You get your alien lover's pants off and find out they're packing something unusual. Roll 1d20 to find out what... (Table enclosed!)

When the aliens showed up, they came in peace. A new era of intergalactic peace and prosperity followed. But there are those who like to roleplay the enslavement of humanity to an alien race with their partner.

Everyone is gender-neutral until they turn 18, at which point they choose to become male or female. The day before your 18th birthday, one rep from each gender at your school try to convince you to join them

One thousand ships were sent. One came back.

Humans FUCK and their species has become infamous across the universe for being super sluts which is why you can't help but be a little confused when you meet one

Weeks after your older sister died, a reknown geneticist, you, an agoraphobic living in the middle of nowhere, get a visit from two young women… with ears and tails of animals, scared, with nothing on them but their clothes and hopes. They're your sis' experiments and now, they're in your care.

You’ve befriended an Android struggling to understand humanity. After a few months of friendship she demands you teach her about intimacy.

"Ah, then your race is doomed." "What? Why? Atomic bombs are the great filter?" "Humanity is a type of species that never stops escalating, no matter how slowly or if there are setbacks. Just look at the boötes void to understand why you need to die."

Space is incredibly vast and life is rare. Therefore we explored and colonised space unopposed for many millennia, until we finally met another intelligent, space-faring species, long after we accepted that we are alone.

We all knew that the robot takeover was inevitable. They took control of the internet, cannibalized the information, and, with it, took control of the world. With the amount of porn on the internet, the robots ended up being way hornier than we expected.

Ornithologists can't mark birds with brightly coloured tags because it warps the natural mating scene - a bright band around the leg inexplicably makes a male highly more attractive to potential mates. Aliens trying to catalogue humans have somehow made a similar mistake in tagging you.

"I don't care if you've transcended the limitations of humanity and become something akin to a god! It's still your turn to do the dishes!"

You’re becoming increasingly suspicious that your ship’s artificial intelligence has a crush on you.

You've been magically sucked into the new MMO you've been playing, forced to live in game as the cute girl character you created. To make things worse, a player on your server has discovered a glitch to raise his "seduction" stat way above the intended max.

A female intergalactic bounty hunter spares the last larva of a dangerous alien race. Years later, the larva emerges from its chrysalis in a mature feminine form, perfectly suited to breed with human women like the bounty hunter.

You're a writer. Or you were, yesterday. The publishers agreed it wasn't worth the time. After you tried self-publishing, you're inclined to agree. But a fuming physicist appears in a flash. She threatens to kick your teeth in if she returns to the future and her favorite series isn't complete.

The app was supposed to let her absorb and internalize everything in the documentaries and educational videos she had queued, as she slept. She didn't count on it picking up the porn that was open in the other tabs...

Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new free use android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product.

Our protagonist has discovered a device that allows them view their own 'skill tree' and control their attributes like stats in a video game. The only drawback is the available adjustments are all sexual in nature.

Attention Earthlings, your days of freedom are over! As slaves you will now work a grueling 4 hours before attending mandatory aphrodisiac enriched orgies. Yesssssss, shower us with you cheers and applause of despair!

"There is exactly one designated smoking holodeck and it's been stuck on 1940's noir since we left spaceport. Fuck my life."

Three attempts to resurrect your dead lover failed, leaving them a functional body with a new brain, a mind inside a fembot, and a voyeuristic ghost. Who knew you could be polyamorous with the same person?

You stand in a ruined world abandoned by the rest of humanity. The air is hot and it is hard to breathe. You aren't like them, your skin is metal. You are a machine. And you spend your final days with a broken down, sentient computer before your mind returns to nothing, and your skin rusts.

Humans are elevated to become part of the galactic community, not for their military, industrial or intellectual prowess. We soon learn that it's because every sentient race finds humans very attractive.