- Just a quick story I really wanted to make for Ridley Scott's Alien franchise. Its got some lewdness, so be warned! Don't be expecting that vanilla stuff or anything cute either. And do bear with me on this guys, it's a fanfiction so don't look for spot on lore or canonical continuity with the actual series. So I do apologize if I trigger anybody with my lack of intimate knowledge on Xenomorphs. I kinda rushed it a bit for reasons, so I might have missed an error or two but I'll have those edited by the time chapter two comes around. This is just so you guys can get a feel for what the series will be like.
-Edited as of 09/01/17
The Red Queen
Chapter 1: Evolution
The matriarch's screech from the bowels of the facility roused the young captive Xenomorph from her slumber as the voice pierced her thoughts. She shook her oblong head from side to side and flared her teeth at the humans in white below her. They seemed frantic in their motions and continued to point at her from the creature's test tube. An alarm began to ring throughout the halls beyond the room, along with the crackle of gun fire in the distance. Some of the humans ran out the door, while a few stayed behind to monitor the lively Xenomorph.
"Dr. Schneider please! We have to go, it's not safe here anymore!" The stout, balding male human spoke to the female fiddling her fingers on the screen right in front of the tube.
"I've spent three years studying XXX09's progress, I'm not going to abandon her now! She's almost ready!"
"Fuck that, I'm not dying on a whim alone! Crazy bitch, you can rot along with that freak of yours!"
But the rowdy Dr. Kien did not make it far, for the power in the room surged and temporarily disabled the restraints on XXX09. Dr. Schneider ducked as the glass prison shattered with the shriek of the subject, it leapt to the first human it saw. The orange haired female scientist crawled into a corner behind the large containment unit and hid while her less fortunate colleague came face to face with the animal. The short man called for help from the others, but they had abandoned him behind the sliding door of the room to save themselves. XXX09 was clearly agitated from the series of experiments they had done on to her and she had distinctly remembered that this specific human had been there for most of them. She swiped her tetradactyl hand right across his face and took a chunk of him with her. He died before hitting the ground as the huge hole where his nose and eyes once were, poured blood onto the floor.
The female scientist's fear subsided as she took the rare opportunity to analyze her Xenomorph's behavior outside the tube for the first time since acquiring the rare specimen. She stands almost a full head above your average drone or warrior, almost rivaling the stature of the praetorian caste and her physique is slightly more muscular than the normal skeletal frame. What makes XXX09 so unique is her origin, Weyland-Yutani had recovered her from the planet A6-454 or Xenomorph Prime. She may have the appearance of a warrior with her ridged oblong dome, but instead of the typical dark blue, she possesses a crimson carapace. Dr. Schneider had heard of the genocidal war between the reds and blacks of the bug home world, but the records say that the red variants were ultimately eradicated. Looks like they were wrong, because XXX09 is living proof as she lurches over her kill.
As hypothesized, Xenomorphs do not require the periodic intake of nutrients via oral consumption and XXX09 just leaves the corpse alone. She would have eventually sniffed out the Doctor, had the combative synthetics not arrived with their weapons raised to the door, ready to breach.
"Subject XXX09 is designated for termination. Cause, excessive aggression and endangerment to facility personnel. Executing combat simulation, protocol gamma 0036-557."
Right as the first synth initiated the access code on the door, the red Xenomorph crashes through the reinforced viewing windows on either side of the room. Her immense size and armored hide shrugged off the inadequate pulse rounds of their mini M4A1- compact series 2 submachine guns. One android was impaled by her crescent tail blade and then the white fluid spewing humanoid was dragged across the hallway wall. The others are eviscerated by her claws and brutalized by her sharp fangs, she seems somewhat confused at the false tissue that she sinks her teeth into. But the matriarch's voice beckons her onward, as she struts down the dimly lit facility.
The doctor races out the door as soon as things quiet down and she is instantly greeted by the stuttering torso of barely functioning synth that grabs her ankle.
"D-D-Dr. Shnied-d-der of research t-t-t-eam 5-B. Y-y-y-ou have b-b-een designated rogue by Weyland-Y-y-y-yutani staff group 2-A and are subject to i-i-i-mmediate termination! Will y-y-you comply?"
"Oh fuck off will you!" The woman growls as she curb stomps the machine and ceases its whirring and sputtering. She races to the emergency elevator at the far end of the research wing, avoiding the combat synths that search for survivors.
"Assholes! I knew they would pull this shit. They're not silencing me! I've worked too hard and come too far to give up now!"
Indeed, the doctor is not planning on leaving without her prized Xenomorph and she most certainly will not allow anyone to kill it. She takes a nearby elevator until it reaches the security department on the fourth floor and hurries to her friend Havel's office. When she arrives, the woman curses her luck to find the lower half of the officer sitting in the chair and the ventilation shaft above him bloodied with viscera and gore. She assumes the worst, that the artificial hive of this facility has been opened and that the Xenomorphs team 2-A had been cultivating managed to escape. She searches Havel's office, going through his desk in search of his personal side arm. The woman finds what she had been desperately searching for, the Hammer. It is a large triple barreled hand cannon that fires heavy slug rounds designed to penetrate even the toughest body armor. Luckily her friend had shown her how to operate the deadly side arm and she whips the beast around as hissing emanates from the ventilation shafts. Backing slowly out of the room, she eyes the pair of legs one last time.
"Sorry Havel. I never should have recommended you for this job if I knew this would happen. Fuck..."
Meanwhile, at the entryway to the massive double yellow doors leading to the artificial hive chamber, XXX09 cautiously moves closer. The call of the Queen urging her forward a she stumbles across a lowly drone hauling an unconscious guard for impregnation. The black smoothed headed alien is confused by XXX09's arrival, her scent does not match any of her sisters. It releases the body from its palm and crouches backwards to the hive entrance with an intimidating hiss and its teeth bared. The red one steps forward and moves closer on all fours to sniff the smaller Xenomorph. The drone seems to calm and relax at the reassuring chirps and playful nuzzles she has come to know from her sisters. But the second it detects the hostile intent from the red variant, it is too late.
A lightning quick jab tears the drone's jaws and face off, acid drizzling from the dead black one as it slumps to the floor. XXX09 did not come because of the matriarch's call, she came because she desires to end the vexing commands of the unruly beast that dared to invade her mind. The large 8-foot tall red Xeno pries open the humongous doors so that her whole form may fit and she locates the nesting Goliath attached to her Ovipositor that lays eggs on a moving conveyor belt. XXX09 charges the Queen, easily dispatching a few warriors in the process and lunging at the immobile mother herself. Red is struck on her side by the battering ram-like head of the royal guard and she flops onto her feet several meters away. The commotion has called forth two more praetorians as the tall, shield heads come stomping over and group around their mother. They shriek and yell at the unwanted intruder, exposing their bladed tail tips, long nails and thick attack tongues in the air. But Red will not be deterred so easily, she has never known fear, not even as a chestburster and has always been brazen in her actions. The trio duel the crimson Xenomorph that meets their heights, but far exceeds their strength as an unlucky royal guard soon finds out. Red grips the tail of the praetorian that arrogantly rushed her and swings the banshee wailing alien in an elliptical orbit to knock her sister's away like a cudgel.
She releases her opponent and sends the dark one slamming into the others and then onto a patch of eggs. The Queen takes instant note and bellows for her warriors to return to the hive and remove the red one from her sight. A myriad of Xenos flood the chamber from all entrances, clambering around the walls and dropping around XXX09. She gives an exasperated screech and whips her tail to kill a few eager beavers before turning around. As much as it pains her to flee like a newborn would, it would be more bothersome to be overwhelmed by a horde of weaklings. Red escapes her black pursuers by backing into an elevator as the doors opened up, it took her a few seconds to figure it out, but nothing good old ingenuity cannot solve. She presses a button labeled "1" and the doors shut on the salivating drove of angry warrior bugs.
Her concentration is muddled by her desire to rend the flesh from that cowardly Queen's carapace that she does not instantaneously notice the other passenger riding up with her. Her elongated head slowly shifts around to find that familiar orange haired human huddled against the corner trying her best to not touch the red bladed tail swinging in place.
Red brings her mouth up to Dr. Schneider's face as the woman keeps her green eyes locked onto the dome skull where the Xeno's eyes would be.
"XXX09... it-it's me, r-remember? D-Dr. Schneider?"
Red gives a threatening hiss at the woman's words and goes to inhale the scent of her body. Already her behavior peeks the doctor's interest as most Xenomorphs would take only a few seconds to access whether a human would be a viable host or too dangerous to live.
"Please... XXX09... d-don't..."
The creature continues inspecting her body before arching back suddenly and then pressing its lips onto the human's own. Her inner mouth can harden to puncture, but when necessary, can remain somewhat flaccid for more gentle procedures. The woman tries to push the alien away, but she cannot even budge the hulking brute as it holds her in place. She squirms and her muffled yell is her only response to the foreign appendage pushing into her throat. A thick rope of gooey substance is pumped directly into the woman's esophagus as she is forced to swallow the fluid. Her eyes bat until they close and her body falls limp in the creature's arms, the elevator doors open on the first floor. Red carries the sleeping human in her arms and tosses the woman onto a couch in a break room. The facility seems utterly abandoned now, with the exception of synthetic combatants and black Xenomorphs all vying to destroy her.
Red glances at the woman and then senses the area around them.
'Safe.' Her primitive thought announces.
She strolls away down a poorly lit corridor and comes across a foul stench. The odor of another alien, that surely belongs to that wretched hive. She bolts around a corner and encounters another drone hunched over the empty husk of a bisected human. But there is movement coming from that direction and it is not from the Xenomorph. Something wriggles among the ruptured flesh and limbs of the mass as the drone takes note with an aggressive shriek. Red acts on the black one's lack of attentiveness by tackling the drone and breaking its spine on contact. The vibrations near the ground from the corpse continue to set off her receptors and prompts her vision to gaze at the heap of innards from the body. There is an organism hidden in there, a small one to be precise.
Red smacks away the meat with her claws to find the source of commotion and reveals a tiny creature tucked under the human's torso. It is pudgy and pinkish, resembling a human but much smaller overall. She identifies the entity as being a hatchling of their kind, and glazes over the little blood covered infant to sniff it as her usual take at accessing the threat level of an unknown organism goes. The wee babe does not cry as one would expect, but rather it shoots its little arms up and touches Red's face with the tiniest fingers she has ever seen. She curls her lips aggressively at the gesture, but the tiny being does not recoil in fright. This creature shows no sign of backing down and has accepted her challenge. Red jumps back, her body positioned in a quadrupedal stance as she waits for this brave new opponent to contest her might. It does not make a move, not surprisingly. The babe begins to bawl and his tiny outstretched hands grasp at the air where Red once was.
Something inside XXX09's cerebral cortex clicks, her frontal lobe itching from within her cranium. Her mind is telling her to silence the sobbing newborn, to never hear that irritable sound again. She slams her hands around the sides near the tiny one and puts her mouth to her target, the forehead of the tiny spawn. Her set of chompers chatter in anticipation and soon she delivers the punishing assault before giving one last grumble of hostility. The babe gurgles and laughs happily for its life as the massive Xeno attacks the soft face of the infant with a barrage of pecks from its lips. They press down on the hatchling gingerly, exerting the same force that a loving mother would onto her child. She gently scoops the infant human wrapped in that outer layer of fake skin they so enjoy to dress themselves with. Red brings the child to her maw once more as it flutters its blue eyes heavily with exhaustion. Her crimson lips kiss its forehead again before the small package in her arms nestles against her imposing frame and blissfully slumbers.
'Mine, you. Mine.' She thinks while staring at the baby.
She cradles the child possessively to her ribbed chest and is careful to not bring discomfort with her hard-bony body. Red brings her new friend back to Dr. Schneider, but it would appear her jelly's narcotic affect has worn thin since the woman is nowhere to be found. She squats on the breakroom floor for a minute to contemplate her next move, but her thoughts always stray to this unusual creature she has picked up. It would be helpless if left alone, unlike the hatchlings of her kind that are already born with the innate traits to thrive on their own. Not to mention she has learned much from her sessions with the female human, her intellect and abilities have been greatly underestimated by the scientists. Being able to enter the minds of others and sap their knowledge has left her with a vague understanding of humans. But before anything else, she must leave the facility, especially now that she carries the vulnerable infant. Fighting off a group of warriors will be problematic with the easy prey she would have to defend along with her own hide. The sound of their voices and screams erupting from the floor below them fill her with anxiety and she soon makes her choice. She leaves with the child tucked in one hand and heads for the bright light of the outside world. The double blast doors prove effective at containing her at first, but Red's strength is ever growing and she wrenches the hefty doors apart. Just in time as the sounds of the inorganics approaching in their heavy boots with their jangling weapons makes Red dash into the unknown.
An illustrious sight fills her visual receptors as the sun of this system shines on her carapace and almost makes it look pink instead of the bloody hue it actually is. The facility entrance is at the edge of an expansive forest, who's trees tower over the building like the redwoods of Earth and gives XXX09 her first taste of freedom. She does not have a good recollection of Xenomorph Prime, but she knows that it certainly was no were near as lush and radiant like this world. Hearing the android's radio babble, Red escapes into the thick undergrowth, climbing and running until she feels she has covered significant ground. Her haste has awoken the little one in her arms who cries out for mother's comfort and thus, Red grants the weeping infant some tender smooches. It giggles merrily before becoming complacent and watching Red with those eyes that remind her of the open Earth ocean from Dr. Schneider's mind. Her telepathic insight has been most beneficial in adapting to situations and obstacles more rapidly than her more feral brethren.
The tiny human's arms stretch out towards her face again and Red cocks her head back with a snarl.
'Spoiled. You. Spoiled!'
She cannot resist the babe's demands for long as it begins to puff its cheeks and tear up with those itty-bitty lips quivering in an oncoming tantrum. She hisses before granting her kisses, landing them on her hatchling's plush stomach and fuzzy blonde head. When she stops finally, the child grips her dome with all its might, which she finds amusing and allows herself to being held. The babe brings her face to its small mouth and does its best to imitate the actions of Red by trying to kiss her cheek. Needless to say, the babe only succeeds in slobbering all over XXX09, but she cannot complain as she too salivates excessively like all Xenomorphs. This means she gives wet, sloppy kisses.
But as night descends, she locates a nearby flat mound of grass surrounded by those cloud caressing trees and plentiful brush to conceal them. She places the child on the ground and circles the perimeter until she is sure not a single lifeform is anywhere in the vicinity. Satisfied, she trots over to the child that grows excited and rambunctious at the sight of Red, those little grubby hands wanting to feel her cold embrace and deathly cool lips. She can however, lower and raise her body temperature at will to better suit her environment. Her body keeps her human warm as she curls her whole figure from head to tail around it. She rests with the child secured under her abdomen and positions herself so that her heat reaches the babe, but her weight does not crush her young one accidentally. She finds her little one is restless and unwilling to sleep. Xenomorphs do not require snoozing, they are always up and about, but they will often times remain idle for the sake of an ambush or when not tending to hive duties. Red notices how grouchy the tiny Homo Sapien has become from lack of sleep and decides to try something she saw Dr. Schneider doing to another infant. Red makes note that Dr. Schneider does not have a mate or any spawn of her own and finds it strange that she would be holding one in her arms. Nonetheless, she mimics the woman by humming to the babe to the extent that her vocal cords will allow. What comes out is not a soothing mother's lullaby, but a low thundering rumble that causes her throat to vibrate. Her little one enjoys it still and is quickly reassured into a deep sleep. XXX09 stays vigilant and raises her head at the slightest sound in the darkness of the night, dropping mother's loving touch whenever the infant becomes noisy.
The morning comes with a startling sensation as Red is too tranquil and lets her mind wander with thoughts. A feeling of sticky, hot sucking action pulls her vision below her body. She tilts her head underneath her chest and finds the little human is awake and eagerly attempting to eat her? The huge Xenomorph inches back in suspicion and hisses angrily at the human behavior that she does not have images of. Her menacing voice has caused an uproarious fit of tears from the babe and the maternal instincts found primarily in Xenomorph Queens kicks in. She tries to comfort it the only way she knows how, but the babe's crying does not cease. Now Red becomes upset, pacing back and forth near the human with growing frustration. Nothing vexes XXX09 more than not understanding how to solve a problem and the sight of the child in this pain of which she cannot find the source, is unbearable.
'Why? Cry? Red need! Need know!'
She inspects the weeping baby, for signs of injury or possible sickness, neither of which would hinder a Xeno. Then the thought hits her, Xenomorphs do not require much substance to survive, but humans do! She gallops around the child, thinking of how to conceal it while she goes to bring home grub. The babe is placed inside a cage of tree roots springing forth at the base of the large forest wood and she checks the area ten times before leaving the child alone.
Red does not return to the facility, she knows as a Xenomorph that cannibalism does not exist among her kind, so it would probably not be a viable option for humans as well. She searches the land for prey items, picking up various scents of other creatures. The red Xenomorph encounters formidable horned mammals that resemble an ox crossed with a horse. After a relatively short hunt, she returns as fast as her limbs will carry her back to the nest with dripping bloody chunks. The child though, spits out the raw furred flesh with much disgust and cries even louder now. Red growls in seething anger as the little one's crying gets on her last nerve and she shrieks at the child. The human infant instantly grows silent, its body trembling with unapparelled fear as it stares back at Red with the same eyes the mammalian quadruped gave her when she killed it.
'Scared? Of Red?'
Her head droops and she carefully tries to touch the babe, it recoils in fear. His crying starts again, but this time it is the same sobbing an infant would make for its mother. But she knows that it does not want her. This causes her chest to tighten, her body stings with pain even though she is unharmed. She does not understand this feeling, she knows only anger and the affection from the human memories. What is she to do? She has tried everything, or everything that a Xenomorph would do since her species requires almost zero maintenance to live.
'Jelly?'
The thought crosses her mind, but the various effects make it unsuitable for consumption. But that does give her another idea, a thought so ingenious, not even a human would think of it. Red hides her boisterous infant and leaves. She arrives at the facility once more and is greeted by the sneering jaws of the other Xenomorphs that now protect the entrance. Killing the hapless drones and venting her anger, she feels less tense as she gathers the components for her plan. Red piles a mound of meat from both the humans and the drones she slaughtered and begins. She voraciously devours the flesh, putting away large amounts of tissue until her belly can hold no more.
She knows the small one will not last much longer without nourishment and so she goes back as soon as she is done. Now comes the second phase, digestion and regurgitation. Not for the young one, but for a different reason. Like the hive, she builds a cocoon made of that dark colored tough resin and lines the insides with her jelly as she vomits the fluid into her creation. It takes a few hours, but her nonstop work pays off and now a large facehugger-sized egg lies under the tree's roots at the base. She now must do the unthinkable and harm her little one. Red tries to be as gentle as she can, but forcing the babe to consume her jelly is no easy task. Once done, the babe cries no more and she then strips it of its clothing. Perhaps it was crying due to the excrement and urine on its wrappings? She thought it was odd why her babe suddenly attacked her with a truly vile stench. Why did she not find this before?
She cleans his tushy in a most deplorable act that will haunt her for days to come as her saliva covered attack tongue is the only method of sanitation she has. The youngling is soon cleaned and enveloped into the makeshift cocoon of resin and jelly, the fluid is so potent that it is absorbed through the human's skin. Finally, the last phase of her plan can commence. She has till the jelly runs out in the cocoon to finish, by then the metabolism slowing side effect will also have worn off. That means one very, very hungry baby.
Going by one of Dr. Schneider's memories of her kind's behavior, she constructs a cocoon for herself. She builds it in front of her child so that if anything stumbled across them, hopefully her death would satisfy. Gazing at the smaller egg, she grumbles before sealing her own. Unlike the child's, hers is not with the intent of preserving and instead functions as an incubator for rapid mutation. It is the same procedure chosen warriors undergo to become praetorians or praetorians growing to become Queens by a metamorphosis that could take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks. But what she actually transforms into is beyond her rational, as she had the intent of evolving a more practical method of administering her jelly. She did not account for her body becoming something else entirely.
Two days later...
Her leathery chrysalis has solidified like rock and it takes several tries before she breaks free and gives a deep roar. It shocks her, that her body can produce such a rough sound as opposed to the usual high-pitched Xenomorph cries. As she exits the rubble of pupa that housed her, she stumbles forward and almost collapses. The cause being her new body, she is much heavier than before, but she remains the same height?
'My body, it feels weird. My thoughts, they feel clearer somehow? But why?'
She inspects her figure and is astonished at the substantial weight gain and alteration of her muscular physique. The crimson Xenomorph has lost her skeletal and rigged appearance and now her skin is smooth all around. More mystifying is how thick and meaty her form has become as the added fat is distributed most unevenly she thinks. Her enormous hips look like they belong on a human female that has devoted her entire life to birthing children despite Xenomorphs being unable to produce live young. Her thighs are thunderous and her backside jiggles with her every step as her thick tail swings a more conical spike around. The other major addition is her breasts or the fact that she actually possesses breasts now. They are strange things she ponders, so fat and cumbersome as they sway back and forth with her motions. She can barely hold just one with her hand and begins to search the woman's memories or any other scientist that she infiltrated for ideas as to what these reserves of meat on her chest might be for.
But there is no time to think, only act as the babe stirs with need and fear of its cocoon. The plump, very clearly female Xenomorph wobbles over and rips the resin apart to see how the child has fared. He is unchanged, aside from being lubed up with dark purplish Xeno jelly. Red also notices the infant's genitalia for the first time and comes to the conclusion the memories point to. It is a boy, a human male. While she is overzealous in seeing him again, he is frightened of her. The thing before him does not look like the Red he knew and looks more like a pink. His waterworks start up again, both out of fright and the intense hunger that now sweeps over his empty stomach. XXX09 looks around in dread, all her efforts were for naught as she is unsure of what good this new form can do. If anything it has made her less agile and much slower, and now the infant will most likely perish from lack of substance that carbon-based lifeforms with fast metabolisms like him have. As Red slouches over her tiny male hatchling, his crying sends her into a spiraling depression, emotions she could not exhibit before.
Another new phenomenon occurs, a physical reaction due to the child's persisting screeches. At the center of her massive smooth globes, a break in the skin draws her attention. She finds a single slit on each flesh orb and notices how they seem to be protruding outwards as if something is going burst free. Her chest feels hot, each hefty breast begins to throb with a burning sensation. Next thing she knows, dark cherry colored nubs slowly rise from the tight openings and now Red has these mysterious fleshy protrusions on each breast. The hot feeling does not desist and the babe's crying seems to only inflame the itch inside her bosom even more. Her fun bags continue to heat up until a substance seeps out of each plush nipple. She gasps involuntarily, once again astonished by the new sounds of her voice. XXX09 squeezes one of the thumb sized nips and finds herself oozing a different kind of fluid. Whatever it might be, the mere smell alone has driven her youngling mad with want as his little hands hysterically grasps the air towards her. Red is eager to see him desire her so once again and grabs the infant in her arms. The voluptuous Xenomorph oddity sits on the grass, finding the extra cushioning in her rear makes for a perfect seat. She brings the little one to her right watermelon sized breast and lets his instinct guide him from there. She eyes the wee babe as it digs its fingers into her silky huge tit and his lips latch onto the puffy nub that fills his button nose with that alluring scent all breastfed mammalian younglings crave so.
Milk, delicious, calcium rich milk now fills each of her breasts and is the cause of her pain. But XXX09's baby feeders do not produce the normal, liquid thin white milk that human mothers produce for the most part of pregnancies. Her super-sized titties make colostrum, a much thicker, creamier form that is riddled with the antibodies a growing newborn needs its first moments in the outside world beyond the womb. As a drawback for being syrupy and her breasts producing the sweet nectar in such high quantity, the motherly alien's chest aches. She may not understand this urge, but Red wants nothing more than to nurse the little one in her arms and relieve the pressure that has built up in her bosom. The diminutive human spawn earnestly complies with the extra plump Xenomorph's desire by ravenously gulping down that sweet life giving fluid. His taste buds are lavished generously with more warm velvety milk than his little mouth can handle. It dribbles along both sides of his chin and he closes his eyes to peacefully savor the rich flavor. XXX09 hears his pleasured whimpers with every suckle and coos back in response to her child's euphoric sounds of elation.
'Yes, that is right. You are my hatchling now and I am your mother tiny one. But what should I call you?' She contemplates.
She pokes her thicker lips with a finger from her free hand in thought, since she is large enough to cradle the baby with her forearm.
'Hmmm. How about human? I mean, that is what you are after all.' The crimson one considers, but the small hand grasping for her face draws her gaze down. The infant, still feeding tirelessly, conveys to his new mother that he wishes to be brought closer to her. Red's head tilts in confusion, but she removes him from her teat to bring him up. Without warning, the baby delivers a slap to his mother's cheek with all his strength, which would make it just a cute little tap. She analyzes the intent behind his unprovoked attack and tries to look for a reason as to why her little one would strike her with such unbridled rage.
'You do not, like that name.' She thinks while staring at him, thinking of millions of human names from the memories she has absorbed.'Oh! How about Carl?'
The babe smacks her again, his tiny fists of fury show no mercy.
'No good? Then how about... no not that... maybe...' And then, after much searching, Red finds the one she likes best.
'Atlas. Your name shall be Atlas.'
He excitedly chirps to Red with his arms longing to feel her. She has a faint clue as to what he wants and presents her cheek to him. This time he smacks her with his lips while caressing her smooth long dome; Red hums soothingly back. That name seemed to be of special fascination to her as the Dr. Schneider would think of that combination of words every so often and thus, it felt appropriate to use. Little Atlas tries to force his mother's plump lips away, as they smooch his belly and leave him a sticky mess. The Xeno does have pressing matters to tend to as the dawn gives way to the noon high sun. She places Atlas down in the center of the grassy clearing so that she may keep an eye on him at all times while she busies herself with some chores. The babe, is quite fidgety and angsty as he whines for his mother's gentle touch. But Red is hard at work, digging out the cave of roots beneath the great forest wood so that her voluptuous figure may be accommodated too. She also has to clean out the rotting cocoon and assemble a cozy nest so that her loud youngling may be comfortable in whatever position he is in. As Red is bent over wiggling her bulbous rear, she cannot help but feel the eyes of another.
She freezes for a bit, but eventually resumes the task at hand. Speaking of hands, something grabs her foot and instigates her predatory instincts as she whips around with a hiss. Her tail tenses as it points with the blade ready and her mouth flares with her teeth. She does not find anyone behind her, except for Atlas at her ankles. Wait, Atlas? The mother squats down to her tiny hatchling, who cowers in fright of her aggressive reaction, and she stares back at the spot where she placed him several feet away. The only explanation would be that little Atlas crawled all the way to her, that fills the Xeno mom with such happiness that she forgets her outburst has frightened him. He lays flat on his belly and begins sniffling before a small trickle of tears runs down his face.
'Oh my hatchling, please do not fret. I did not mean to scare you.' Her mind says as her fingers go beneath him to lift the babe off the ground. 'Come here Atlas, no more crying. Mother is here.'
She peeks into his mind and finds that he too has sensed something other than her watching them. Red holds Atlas dearly to her chest and casts rapid glances in every direction, giving up her search after coming up empty. She crawls inside the opening to their nest under the great wood and puts her hatchling in a corner so that she may finish patching up some holes to have only one means of entering and exiting. Due to the height of their cave Red is forced on her hands and knees, her massive breasts swing enticingly as her swollen nipples rub on the ground like pendulums. The mother yelps suddenly, feeling a tugging at her flesh and looks around to find little Atlas has gone and disappeared from the corner. She gives an annoyed groan as the energetic infant is right under her and nibbling at her heavy milk makers, trying to catch a nip in his watering mouth before his mother can object. Red knows that he cannot help his hunger and she is the only thing keeping him from starvation. Now she really feels like a wild beast as her hatchling nurses from her dangling breasts, that are big and round enough to completely smother his body if she plopped them on the ground. Red finds finishing up the nest impossible with little Atlas clamped around her nipple and submits to his wants.
The mother rests on her side, her milk-factories smashed together into titty sandwich. The tiny human that popped off her teat in the process of her laying down, crawls quickly across the nest before his mother's watchful gaze to his food. He reassert his claim over her and has his fill while she strokes his back with her palm. Her rumbling throat lulls the babe into a sense of security as his eyes flutter until they close. Once Red feels his suction come to a halt, she gently removes him and leaves him in his corner so that she may go about her day unhindered. That unknown sense of being observed sweeps over her while the she waits at the entrance to her nest. She hones in on the source of the strange sensation, originating from the bush that lies only a few meters from where she left her hatchling. Something was waiting for its chance to get of hold of him, that must be why he crawled to her so suddenly.
Glancing at sleeping infant, the thought of her returning to find his ravaged corpse being eaten by another member of her species has her seething with irrational anger. Her body heats up again, her reddish smooth skin wriggles as if millions of insects were burrowing beneath her flesh and she growls from the agony of the change. Those large breasts, wide hips, all of her thick fat begins to atrophy back into her figure as a robust physique emerges. Red becomes muscular as she once had been before, but her muscles are bigger due to the extra mass and the skeletal image of all Xenos faintly shows through her robust frame. Crawling into the light from the cave, she stands high on her feet, a genderless and burly crimson Xenomorph once again. She stares right at the other entity lurking in the green foliage, its scent is abnormal.
'Xenomorph? Human? Whatever it may be, it shall not harm Atlas.'
The scarlet alien charges recklessly into the bush, the sounds of the other creature's movement confirms her suspicions. Her tail wraps around a limb from the unknown one and yanks it into the open away from her nesting area. Her hisses die down as the creature with the strange scents identity is revealed. It limps to its feet, clothed in a tattered coat that was once white. That short orange hair, emerald green eyes and a freckled mask across the visage has Red in a daze.
'Dr. Schneider? Is that you?'
"O-oh f-fuck, sh-shit... wait a sec. Did you just speak? My name?"
The Xenomorph moves closer while sniffing in her direction.'Yes I am speaking, but are you listening?'
"Wow! Telepathic communication! I've always speculated that's how the hive relays information to one another besides pheromones and other chemical-"
'Enough of your human chatter! Why are you here?'
"I came looking for you XXX09, I mean it is you right?" The female scientist asks, trying to get closer to the Xeno's new hulking body.
'Yes, I am XXX09. But Why do you seek me out, knowing what my kind is capable of. What I am capable.'
The doctor twiddles her fingers, explaining the reason behind her desire to take back the Xenomorph with her off this world. She wished to give Red the opportunity to molt into a Queen and start her own hive. But Red's intuition tells her there is more to the human female's plan than she lets on and demands to know why. Dr. Schneider wants to exact her revenge on Weyland-Yutani by unleashing a horde XXX09's genetically superior Xenomorphs on their research colony several miles away on this backwater planet.
'You wish to kill your own kind, why human?'
"It's personal XXX09. Let's just say they fucked me over and now they need to get a taste of their own medicine."
'I have no interest in human affairs. And my name is no longer XXX09, it is Red.'
The human falls on all fours, beseeching her specimen that she had nurtured for three years.
'No. Begone human, before you test my patience. You live only because you treated me kindly, but I owe you nothing now.'
"XX- Red please, I have lost everything and given up so much for this!" She begs.
'I will not ask again, leave.'
The doctor thinks of something, anything that would change the crimson alien's mind. Then she remembers as Red approaches with her claws extended at her sides, the child.
"W-wait, the baby!"
Red lunges at the female human, pinning her to the ground and snapping her attack tongue. She shrieks down at her 'Are you threatening to take him from me, because if you are than I will kill you!'
"N-no Red please j-just hear me out!" The woman clears her throat and stares up at the brawny form of the Alien holding her down. " You c-can't always be by his side you know. I-I could help you watch over him while you're gone!"
'You think you can protect him! How, you are nothing but a human!'
"And so is he Red! He n-needs someone like him, he can't grow up to live like you. Its just not possible, you understand that don't you?"
Red steps off the doctor and stares in the direction of her nest, thinking of the slumbering human hatchling. Reality hurts, to be reminded of their differences almost makes her wish that Atlas really was born from her. She picks up the human female by the back of her dirty lab coat and carries her like a neanderthal back to her nest.
"Ah, does th-this mean I can st-stay Red?"
'Be silent! My youngling is weary and resting peacefully. If you do anything to disturb him, you are dead. Is that clear?'
"Y-yes ma'am! I mean Red."
The tall Xenomorph turns around and begins to strut off, when the scientists calls out to her.
'I am going to search for a water source. You are in need of a bath, I do not wish for your horrendous stench to draw my kind here and endanger Atlas.'
"Is that his name?" She says blushing from her smelly aroma.
'Yes, it is. Watch over him, I will not be long.'
The Xenomorph disappears into the forest brush, leaving the doctor alone near the cave that houses the babe. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to just have a quick peek at the child. Crawling into the den beneath the great wood, she spots the little naked form sitting upright. Her eyes open wide, expecting the infant to be sleeping like Red had said. He stares at this being that shares his skin color and feels compelled to investigate.
"No, bad baby! Stay where you are! God, your mom is gonna fucking kill me if she finds you awake!"
But little Atlas does not care for her words and just whines excitedly as he crawls over to the doctor. She tries to shoo him back, but he reaches her legs and hugs her thighs. His pleading eyes and grasping hands worry the woman, he wants to be picked up.
"Oh, alright fine!"
Whisking him up in her arms, the infant watches her with his sparkling blue eyes as she rocks him back and forth. She stops for a moment to complain about the heat of the afternoon sun and removes her lab stained coat. She has only a maroon tank top underneath that reveals her perky chest, little Atlas takes note of her female attributes quickly. His small hands fumble on the bosom before him as he kisses the exposed cleavage with his tiny lips.
"Huh, a real ladies man aren't cha? You don't even know me and you already wanna get to second base?" The doctor says, watching Atlas pulling at her skin with his mouth. "Does this mean that XXX09? No, that's not possible. She has no visible sexual or reproductive organs of which to nurse- What the hell am I saying? She can't even produce milk! Or if she could, why would she feed him that way? This is too weird. And you! Cut that out already, I'm not that kind of girl!"
The babe grows annoyed that he is being denied access and he retaliates the only way he knows how. His mouth quivers, squinting eyes turn watery and his balled up fists rise to his face. Dr. Schneider freaks out, trying to calm him before his 8-foot tall alien behemoth of a mother returns. She bites her nails, looking at his weeping form with guilt and worry. But it is too late, Red announces her presence with heavy stomping from the bush. The woman looks around in panic, cradling and pleading to the small crying infant in her arms. His mother walks onto the grassy ground and stands before the two humans.
"R-Red I-I swear h-he woke up and- holy tits! You have tits! And they're huge!"
-Is this story weird or what? On a serious note though, I really enjoyed reading Aliens: Genocide by Dark Horse comics that issued back in the early 1990s and that was really the main motivation behind the Xenomorph character I created called Red. If you're lucky enough to find yourself a copy, there's like four or three issues I believe. I highly recommend reading them if you can. As for any similarities between my story and the comics, there's virtually none so sorry if you did read them and came with the desire to see a continuation or something here. This will be an erotic tale for the most part, some plot sequences here and there but there will be much smut to come. Chapter two will drop later this week or the next!