Chapter Two: New plaything.
She rested her body beside the xeno, watching while hidden, inside a hardened burrow again, this time fully encapsulated by ooze, resin and other fluids unknown to her. They were warm, warm enough to make her feel covered by dozens of blankets and furs. So, she often let herself be submerged in this primordial bath whenever a sudden gush of cold was felt. Today, both her and the female were bored. Mostly the xeno. Charlie, on the other hand, preferred to peek and see. The males were agitated, mostly trembling and moving through the air ducts of the hive in order to see what was happening at the surface of the conquered human colony. Not that it mattered to her, but it was nice to relax and not be their center of attention, much to her xenomorph's displeasure. The males were under a strict check up routine and the drones were busy fixing and making tunnels for the hive's well maintained structure. It would be, indeed, a calm and relaxing moment.
Sighing, Charlie let herself slumber a little to the female's side. Resting her head upon its shoulder, she remained still when a curious male, that so approached the burrow, let them be. It wasn't particularly threatening, not anymore, to be observed by a male. She didn't find it alien, so to speak. At least by them, she felt a nurturing home. She had nowhere to go and Charlie came to recall her past life with bitter resentment as a political prisoner, during the infamous Acheron rebellion. Then came the slavery, the whoring, the shame, the experiments. It came to her, at least, dignified, to be here with them. They don't fuck each other for a quota here. Not that it matters anymore.
It began with a startle. The female xeno sensed her worries and triggered a response to calm her down. Charlie felt the creature's lips brush her own, saliva trailing off her cheek before she felt the creature's hand caress her thigh and then her breast. Purring, Charlie nuzzled onto her like a child clanged onto its mother, seeking to retrieve some sort of affection from the excited alien. The two entangled legs, hands exploring their own wanton bodies while Charlie giggled at her ticklish caresses. More mischievous than the creature, it became clear that the relation was more than just friendship, it was sapphic in nature. She had no qualms in pleasuring the female's erogenous zones such as her breasts or thighs, or to play with her fidgeting tail before the creature released hisses and petty snarls. The two kissed, each exchanging tongue with the other before Charlie stopped and gave her a good look and rubbed her forehead onto the creature's dome like head.
"I love you." She said in a shy voice.
The creature's lips curled into a grin, smiling or at least producing the same effect before siding with Charlie's body and casually stroke her thighs with its tail. Though sharp, it was gentle and soft as a feather to the woman.
But the two sisters in arms were more inclined to indulge in mischievous foreplay when her human suckled on her breasts and rubbed her hand against her hard muscular abdomen. The creature did the same, and mimicking each motives and actions they so leisurely passed time until Charlie rested her head beside the creature's very own. The relation was perversely incestuous. With host and parasite, being more than just figments of a breeding chain set to be used and discarded. The Matriarch of the hive knew very well of these affairs, but indulged in a strict policy of non interference. If her successor was happy, who was she to judge? Most importantly, the eggs in her chamber never responded to the girl's presence. She was, by all means, one of them.
To explain this symbiotic relationship, one must go further back in time, when Charlie was known as B-52 and had an embryo implanted into her. Needless to say, if the parasite was extracted from a living host and said host survived, traces of vestigial instincts would be imprinted inside the xenomorph's mind. More importantly, the arachnid like huggers no longer attached themselves onto them due to pheromones released from the former host's body. The thing is, by nature, the host does not survive the chestburster, not without medical procedure.
Charlie's body had been so deviated by experiments and corruption that her skin was morbidly whitish in color and traces of scars could be traced down to her belly, when they performed a live vivisection on her for an instructive lesson about the effects and consumption of royal jelly, a black like tar liquid that could visibly morph creatures into something entirely different.
But the past wasn't something Charlie liked to dwell, she was interested in here and now. She was happy in this twisted kingdom of death, and never once felt pity for the victims of the former human colony. They were her handlers, and they never regarded her as a human being anyway. She was living the here and now and would have continued to do so, if not for the fact of being surprised by a rather unorthodox gift.
There, in the hive, the constant fidgeting and harassment was a given. And it came with a source when one of the xenomorphs leaped from the ceiling with something other than one of their own. He was carrying an unconscious female marine. She had her shoulder bitten, marks of acid branded onto her armor and above all, she was an attractive but kinda boyish soldier.
Charlie watched from her burrow, her xeno too. As more and more alien warriors glued the recently arrived piece of flesh onto a near wall, Charlie felt a twinge of curiosity. Who was she? How did she get here? Why did she get here? After all this time, she thought nobody would even care after the surface colony had been nuked and the hive, driven into underground. Was there a new settlement on the planet? She didn't know. After all, she never left the place to explore, not without her Alien mistress. The longest journey she took was when the males wanted to treat her. She went to see the eclipse of the sun and she was brought to the arid surface of the planet through a ventilation shaft. She recalled standing there, watching as darkness covered the sun like a prologue to a new rebirth. She watched the remains of the colony. Almost nothing left, saved for a few sections. Everything destroyed, everything erased. And now, after all this time? Marines show up? Suspicious.
She wanted to know more. She wanted to specifically know if someone was after them.
But, as aliens glued the knocked out woman, a warrior brought a large egg from the queen's chamber and the woman's fate was sealed. Or so they thought.
Charlie, broke the layer of her burrow to further see the unconscious woman, not paying attention to the working drones or the worried warriors that quickly adjusted the egg in position. She crawled on all fours, trying to find leverage off the ground while slithering through the busy females that so hived the marine before Charlie was mere inches from the woman's face.
She seemed tanned, short blonde hair, a few tattoos here and there on the arms. Charlie's female xeno did nothing other than to sniff and exhale her breath at the woman, snarling before Charlie interfered.
"She can be a friend!." Charlie tried to find excuses before the xeno almost bit her. "I know she's the enemy!"
Without much thought, Charlie glanced over to the woman's boot and saw a knife. And quickly devised a plan. Picking up the knife, she tore through the woman's pants. And then she had to be quick, since the egg was almost opening and parting its four folds apart. Charlie descended from the wall and shoved her arm into the opened egg, seeking to find the hugger.
The little thing trembled, somewhat frightened upon realizing Charlie was trying to get it out before its tail entangled itself on her arm and crawled onto her shoulder so fast that she could barely even catch it.
"C'mere.C'mon. That's it." She purred to it, petting the thing before holding it in her arms and, position it onto the woman's crotch. "Go for it." She whispered. And the thing immediately jumped, lashing it thick ovipositor into the unconscious woman's sex.
The hugger jumped, lashing its tail around the marine's thighs before strictly coiling and thrust, thrust and thrust. Charlie watched as the female grunted and gasped, though not fully aware of what was happening, now that the hugger was implanting an embryo right into her womb.
The warriors didn't care, but the drones were certainly confused by the unorthodox method. But at the end of it, another host was hived and that was all that mattered.
Charlie backed off, knowing it would take some hours before the arachnid was fully satiated. Her xenomorph grinned and snarled, certainly surprised by Charlie's actions before hissing at the males to come and take a look.
It was understandable to see, their hind legs clawing the ground as they hissed before the female exhibited her thrusting inner jaw to them. Whatever they were talking, it was visible by the sheer size of the male's sexes, that they were planning something devious. They were angry and somewhat aroused, hissing at the marine while chattering their teeth. Her smell had changed, she changed. And Charlie, merely returned to her burrow while waiting for her companion to follow.
She never even thought that the marine, could have a tracker on her. But it was clear they thought she was either dead or at least waiting death. The hive reacted aggressively to the intrusion and many marines had fallen prey to the uncanny relent of the creatures. But, on Charlie's breeding chamber, only one had been hived and said she, was still unconscious. With the arachnid like hugger now dead on the ground, with its twelve inch ovipositor stretched and linked by a single thread of slime to the marine's crotch, the soldier stirred, still unaware of what had befallen to her. She ached in pain and turned to see her shoulder, now covered by a thick like resin. She was glued. No way of escaping and her head still throbbed to the point of wanting to keep her eyes closed. It was dark, so very dark.
"My head..." Was all that she blurted out.
Feeling a moist watery substance trail down her crotch, the marine continued to search her surroundings. Unaware of her fate, unaware of her rape. She was welcomed to her new life by a twisted form.
Charlie appeared to her. Crawling through the ground, twisting her members while trying to find spots to climb onto the wall. "You're very fertile." She said.
The marine just paled, somewhat troubled at the thought of being haunted by a ghost before realizing she was an actual human being.
"And well." Charlie sniffed her. "You smell nice. If you smell nice, they'll treat you nice."
The marine continued to make a face of disdain, somewhat trying to understand if Charlie was an android or something else. So far, the marine thought of her as a survivor before watching something large move through the shadows.
"Get out of here, now!" The marine threatened.
It was then that a large black hand covered Charlie's whole face and pulled her off the wall, startling the captive marine with dread and fear. She couldn't see what was happening on the ground, nor did she want to. She heard hisses, mere inches of her ears. She felt hands and claws, she felt something lap her thighs and crotch.
She shrieked when their foreign mouths lapped and licked her clitoris with vociferous intent. Their incessant nibbles continued to assault her, until she couldn't take it anymore and forcibly squirted a little into their inner maws,
Adrenalin surged through her body, fear and pleasure became one. It wasn't until she came to realize that the two strange shadows beneath her thighs were no other than twin xenos, her children so to speak.
Xenomorphs molt fast and reach sexual maturity even faster. She had the luck of not having them burst through her stomach, but they weren't keen on letting their mother go off without savoring her a little. Needless to say, she wasn't aware of her lactating breasts either, nor that she had given birth hours ago. Worse, she was in heat and very much afraid of her fate.
The only thing protecting her, was the only thing that kept her in place. Resin. It glued her to the wall.
"No, no, no" A voice echoed through the chamber. "Mommy is wounded, she needs to rest." Charlie spoke to the curious alien twins before her female lover ordered a drone to fetch some royal jelly.
"Hey!" spoke the marine. "You down there." She tried to speak. "There's a knife on the side of my left boot." She talked to the darkness below.
"We know that." Charlie talked to the woman before crawling to the wall. "Very useful."
"Get me out of here." Spoke the woman.
"You're wounded." Charlie spoke to her. "You've been bitten hard. Rest you need."
"What the hell are these things?" She almost whispered, trying not to disturb the alien drones that so casually moved around the ceiling and wall.
"It's good that you don't know." Said Charlie. "That means you can atone for your misbehavior."
A xenomorph hissed at the marine, forcing her to gasp and be penetrated by the creature's inner jaw. Force fed jelly until she vomited the excess, other drones started to drool and perform a massage across her body, wetting her skin with layers of resin, oils and saliva that would further immunize her against acid wounds.
Below her, two identical xenos watched. They seemed small, but after a couple of more molts, they would be big, very big.
It would take time for her to accept this perverse fate, but a colonial marine's will isn't so easily broken. At least, that's what she thought of herself. Pain, torture, death she could handle, but pleasure? It seems Charlie would need to teach her a thing or two about the duality of being here.
But that, is a story for another time.
I'm kinda experimenting with some concepts, ideas for body horror and some world building here and there. I hope you enjoyed it. Alien covenant pretty much let go of the xenomorph's breeding line of chain so, I play with it. I mean, why shouldn't I play with it? I'm planning something kinky for our marine too. Expect the unexpected! :3 Though, I don't know which name should I give her. I think she's a "Sonya" type. I don't know. Yeah, Sonya sounds good. Maybe "Valeria"? I still have to think about it.
