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Planet SxP469. Though planetoid would be more appropriate, it was a planet to those whom lived upon it, and a place which they would call home for some time. The atmosphere was of course, inhospitable to human life, and yet technology spits in the eye of natural law, allowing those to survive where they cannot. It was here that a corporation set up a small base of operations, experimenting on the creatures whom science has come to call the Xenomorph. Fascinating specimens that displayed the ability to learn, adapt and develop mutations which allowed them to survive anywhere and everywhere, from the hard vaccum of space, to the tropical climates of the amazon.

It was here that I was placed in the position of security guard, tasked with making sure nothing happened on this desolate rock, while the hustle and bustle of science went on about me. These madmen and women were keen on attempting to develop the cognitive abilities of these things, but strangely enough, attempting to force other genetic mutations. Through gene splicing, they wished to see what would happen when mixing in a humans DNA with these freakishly alluring monsters, and the results were...surprising to say the least. The first success actually developed mamaries and a slim, effeminate figure. The second introduce an actual bust, but it was hardly what I'd call normal. They were soft, yet the skin was leathery and shone with an unnatural shine. The creature seemed to enjoy the sensations that it gained when it's newfound addition was stimulated through anything from a simple touch to electrical shocks. And yet they seemed to forget one thing. That messing with evolution can bring about some messy results.

I don't know why I'm still typing in this diary of mine, when the crisis that surrounds this place continues to escalate to unfathomable proportions. It shouldn't surprise me though. I could recall it like it was yesterday. The whispering in my mind, the look of pleading that the creature, despite only having a mouth and no visible eyes, seemed to beg me for. The constant urges and teasing that tickled my skin, yet nothing touched upon it. How could I resist? It...no, she looked so lonely in that cage, so desperate for freedom, and little did I know at the time for something more. I know that letting her go was breaking protocol, but at the time, I didn't care. I had to help her. I needed to help her. And so, before any could do stop me, I did. I felt the pulse rifle rise in my hands, my fingers trembling. I heard the click of the safety, I felt the pressure on the trigger ease. The sound of bullets shattering glass drowned out the loud shrieks the creature gave in alarm, only for it to quiet down a moment before it crawled out, like a cat on the prowl. It slunk up to me, hissing softly, it's tail lashing about, and placed it's "face" near my own. The heat from it's jaw was moist, and the soft hiss it gave was somehow soothing, before it shrieked again and took flight, tearing open a air duct and quickly disappearing within, that stinger-tipped tail giving a seemingly final lash of farewell.

I merely set my weapon down and waited. The blaring of claxons and the flashing of lights did little to disturb my state of mind. I knew, simply knew that I did what I thought was right. When the other guards came, and slammed me hard to the concrete floor, placing the cuffs behind me, I did nothing. Didn't speak, didn't move, didn't resist. My mind was on that creature, that xenomorph with the ample bust who seemed to thank me with what appeared to be it's version of a kiss. And I found that I didn't simply like it. I loved it.

The court marshal was simply a farce to put on paper for the higher ups. I was tried and convicted of tampering with product and endangering personel, confined to the brig in solitary, yet allowed the small luxury of keeping my data pad so I may "chronicle" my time in order to help the egg heads understand the human psyche. That was several weeks ago, and yet, time marches on. A young woman was the first to be taken. They only found her ID, and what appeared to be fluid that splashed onto the walls and floor. It wasn't blood, in fact, it was vaginal fluid. Whatever had gotten the gal had given her the ride of her life, and while there was an initial sign of struggle, it became evident that she went along willingly with whatever attacked her. Next, other personel started to describe extremely vivid dreams. Dreams that they didn't want to wake up from, dreams that left them panting and wet in their loins, some even having such a hard orgasm, their muscles ached afterwards. The key factor to all of these were the xenomorph, and their descriptions of them were otherworldly.

The creatures seemed to vary based on the private kinks that the target had. Some of them had multiple limbs. Others had extremely smooth and tender skin that electrified their senses. Others had tentacles, and still others had oversized breasts or multiple legs! It seemed that, according to the eggers, each person who had a dream had their idea sexual fantasy come to life, in the form of a personal xenomorph mate!! At first, it was simply debunked, but while the weeks continued, and people further disappeared without struggle, the higher ups began to panic. If word got out that their experiments had gotten out of hand, the negative publicity for the corporation would be catastrophic. I heard word that a purge was ordered, which meant the planetoid would be nuked from orbit, but that would take several weeks for the appropriate vessels to arrive. And by that time, all of us likely wouldn't have escaped whatever fate awaited us. Even now outside my cell door, I heard it. The sound of gunfire, the sounds of guards screaming orders and howling for help. The animalist screams of the creatures that were sent to harvest, and soon, the noise abated into an eerie silence, soon broken by a hissing at my door. I stood and turned torwards it, saving my entry and awaited the creature to break the door down. I understood what was about to happen.

It was my time.

It didn't take it long to peel away the thick steel that made up my cell door, and what greeted me was truelly a sight of horror if one wasn't prepared. A xenomorph walked inside on all fours, it's belly and back bulbous, and with an elongated body. It swiveled it's head forth and back, taking care to ensure I was alone, then proceeded torwards me, hissing softly. It took a moment to nudge into my stomach, that secondary maw that was a trademark of the creatures, no matter their form, darting out to momentary jab into my belly, barely causing a flesh wound, yet taking a small sample of myself. Chewing, the creature shrieked, then dropped to the floor, it's back opening like a pod. The interior was slick with a amber slime, and from the bottom came several muscular tendrils ending in tapered tips. These tendrils quickly lashed out and wound about my body. I offered no resistance, allowing the inhuman strength of the creature to fold me into a fetal position, then draw me into it's carapace. Within it was humid and wet, the slime seeming to dissolve away my clothing, causing my skin to tingle and loins to begin to ache. The scent was heavy with pheremones, and I found myself soon plunged into darkness when the carapace closed. Having collected it's target, the xenomorph began to sprint, yet within, I seemed to float within the mass. My head swam from the scents of sex and arousal, and the tendrils kept me still, acting like a harness though in the same capacity, a means of imprisonment. For a moment, I allowed myself to open my eyes, and saw that the ooze glowed with an unearthly light. It seemed almost hypnotizing, intoxicating, and my vision swam before I had to close them again. I felt the atmosphere in my pod grow heavy, and lingered on the edge of conciousness, apparentally prepped for my journey to who knew where. Within moments, from the scent, the pheremones, and the rhythmic pace of the creature which carried me, I allowed myself to fall into a slumber that could only be described in a single word. Peaceful.

When I finally woke up, I found myself naked in a room that almost appeared to breathe. The walls, the ceiling, the floor were organic in nature, seemingly made of a unique form of resin and a biologal construction that even our scientist didn't know existed. What I lay upon was soft, almost sponge-like, and conformed to my body like a memory mattress. I was naked, and my body was damp from both the humidity of the place, along with the lingering ooze of the creature that had brought me here. How long had I been out? What time was it? Where was it? These things were meaningless without any means to document them. I scooted to the edge of my platform, and shuddered when my feet hit the floor. A light, electric pulse darted through my body, causing me to fall onto my back. My toes curled and fingers dug at the platform, causing me to grow extremely hard. It was like every nerve of my body was lit afire, and I could do little save twist and moan in lust. Allowing myself time to cool off despire the now raging hard-on I had, I took a moment to take stock of my situation, yet the analysis didn't last long when I looked up at the ceiling and saw her descending to me.

Yes, her. There was an air of familiarity to the creature that seemed to almost glide from the darkness above. Her breasts were firm, and her body was strong, sleek, like a perfectly designed athlete. Nearly twice my size, her head crest was ornate and webbed. She descended on a large strand of resin from her tail, much like a spider, and displayed upon coming into the dim glow of the natural luminescence of the room that she had multiple limps. Two pairs of strong, slender arms, a pair of legs to die for, and prehensile feet that would make any simian jealous. Extending from her back were a pair of tendrils thicker than my thick, each one appearing to end in what seemed like suction cup maws, and after landing nearly atop of me, she stood proudly with her arms displayed wide. The resin from her tail snapped off with a thick crack, dissolving away into tiny sparkles, and she screeched in triumph at seeing me beneath her. I propped myself up on my arms, managing to get a closer look. The xenomorph made no motion, standing like a statue for me to see, and upon closer inspection, saw something that made me grin. Between her legs, where one might typically find a phallus, hung one of the most exotic examples of male genitalia I ever perceived. It was thick and tapered at the tip, the sides pulsing with veins and ridges, dozens of tiny tendrils at the base waving back and forth in an erotic manner, almost inviting me to take a taste of the violet spunk that leaked from the tip. I leaned up attempting to take a taste, only for the creature to roughly grab my hair and force me back, hissing threatingly. This was her domain, and I would either listen or pay a penalty.

Not that I complained. I liked having the female in charge. I allowed her to shove me back into the bed, and felt her foot press into my chest, her toe claws leaving small lines of red in my skin, causing me to moan. She drew her foot down my belly, using her nails to prick and scratch, resting a pair of arms on her hips while the top half rested folded across her proportioned chest. I could tell in the light that if she had lips capable of a smirk, she would be. That slender, agile foot drifted down to the thatch of hair about my crotch, and toyed with it like a kitten plays with a ball of yarn. Each toe curled and teased the copper mass, and I shudder in delight from the teasing. My cock throbbed with need, twitching with lust while I was teased, and a tiny bead of pre formed on the tip. The xenomorph above me screeched in delight, using a nail to trace, ever so softly, ever so gently down my length, fondling my testicles with her arch before moving back up to the tip. With a strong grip of her toes, she dug her nails just enough to prick the skin, causing me to howl in a touch of pain and endless pleasure. I bucked into her feet, finding myself writhing like a snake in the grasp of a hawk, and orgasmed, soaking her foot with my seed. It was simply breath-taking, and I found myself almost paralyzed with pleasure, like something was taking the orgasm and increasing it in my mind a hundred fold. My body convulsed in a sexual seizure, the xenomorph letting my rock-hard phallus flop against my belly, soaking it with my spunk. It smirked, leaning forward to nuzzle it's face into my stomach, lapping up my juice with an eagerness which would put any power vaccuum to shame! I could do little but twitch and moan, the orgasm somehow lingering to a point that it kept me frozen and unable to resist in the least, this creature somehow stimulating me without touching me. My cock shuddered shook, spurting out a couple more jets of seed before it was satisfied to merely twitch, still painfully swollen. I found myself gasping for air, the high of the orgasm somehow maintained, leaving me moaning for more.

The xenomorph dominatrix hissed loudly, then slide behind my panting form. Her arms drifted over the flesh of my rear, teasing me a moment before quickly grabbing my thighs and lifting me up, her other pair of arms grabbing onto my wrists, pulling them above my head sharply. Apparentally foreplay for these creatures wasn't neccesary, and I could already feel the heat of her cock pressing against my entrance, the thickness of her fluid already soaking her length. My legs were parted extremely wide by her hands, nestled into the crook of my knees, and her hands easily encompassed half of my forearm they were so large. She leaned in, pressing her leathery skin against my back, and I could feel her breasts squish into my shoulders. Hissing into my ear, she nuzzled my cheek, lifting her tail up to allow me a glimpse of what awaited me. I gasped loudly at spying the female like appearance at the end of the rounded appendage, and watched her lower it down, hovering it dripping with amber gold near my still steeled member. She left it like that for a moment, her tendrils from her back moving to where they could drift up and down my chest, sucking at random in places, nipping at others with tiny teeth, leaving small markings on me, indicating that I was hers. They coiled around my torso, their strength apparent while she squeezed moans from me with them, and then latched onto my nipples with a ferocity like no other animal had. I howled in surprise, feeling them nip onto my nipples and tug, those tiny little teeth sinking into the tender nubs before they began to nurse at me, making lewd sucking sounds. Leaning forward with a loud pant, the creature took this moment of weakness to slam my body onto her length. I felt my muscles clench in pain around the wide length, though the fluid helped a deal, seeming to soothe the burning that my virgin ass was feeling.

The creature shrieked in triumph at having mounted me upon her, then quickly began to bounce me upon her length, sending electricity surging through my body. Bound and controlled by her tendrils, my body flopped about like a rag doll on marionettes strings, my cock flapping in the air, slapping against her tendrils. I shrieked with her, my own drowned out by the loud screams behind mer, the creature leaning her head back and continuing to crow in truimph at having taken me. My butt slapped against her pelvis, and the tiny tendrils there seemed to extend further to where they wormed their way around the large cock inside me, giving a sensation of being filled by multiple phalluses. Yet, her tail hovered nearly me a moment before smearing my face with her honey, causing me to groan in a gutteral manner. The scent was intoxicating, alluring, it seemed like it was designed especially for me, and still I was left hanging, hungry for a taste, it just out of my reach unable to drink of her due to the pistoning upon her member. I attempted to struggle, but her grip were like vices! I cried out for mercy, but my body begged for more! I clenched around her length, and felt her twitch in approval, humping faster than I thought possible. I was the piston in an engine, and she was quickly oiling me up. Her tail drifted down near my manhood, and on a particuarly strong downstroke, slammed itself forward, literally consuming not merely my cock, but my entire genitals, scrotum and all, in a oozing wet grip. I literally almost felt like I would faint, her tail milking me better than any of the call girls on the station ever could, a thousand, no, ten, no, countless tiny tongues milked and tickled and licked every milimeter of my skin, several teasing my slit, my entire length held in a biological machine of perfection to milk me for my essense.

I could do little against the sexual onslaught I was feeling, both physically and metally. My tongue lulled out, and my eyes drifted back into my head, my senses alive with a pleasurable lust which left me reeling. I couldn't buck do to her grip, I could only allow her to take total and complete control of my body, like a cat plays with a mouse, humping me eagerly on herself. Her shrieks of lust and desire were a symphony to my ears, and her length burned me with pleasurable fire, spreading me wide while the tendrils which joined it writhed about like a thousand snakes in an orgy. My cock within her tail shuddered, then spurted forth it's cum, causing me to seize up, yet the creature continued to hump me, forcing another orgasm mere seconds after the first, causing me to merely gasp and gape for air, saliva drooling down my chin and splattering onto the tendrils that wrapped up my body, sucking my nipples to a point that they would likely leave hickies.

The mating ritual lasted for hours, and the xenomorph never tired. She momentarily at times slowed to entrapmy mouth in a rapturous kiss, squirting fluid into me and forcing me to swallow it from her serpentine tongue, my body growing hot and thick again for her touch, a matter she happily obliged even harder than past orgasms. Even though I was frozen with pleasure and fucked to oblivion, a part of my mind was clear enough to understand. These xenormorphs, due to the genetic tampering, were psionic, and capable of communicating with humans. When this one-their queen-laid her eggs, they reach out and establish a link to the first human mind they contact, forming a symbiosis. Through us, they learn to feel emotions better, and also adapt at speeds which put others of their species to shame; to make the "partnership" beneficial, the creatures entered a state of metamorphosis that developed their physical forms to be the epitomy of pleasure for their partner, along with other functions.

It's what caused them to develop the collectors which reguarly raided the base. I drank in the history lesson with fascinating, even while another orgasm gripped my cock and made it spasm wildly inside the warmth of her love funnel, which eagerly sucked me draw only to continue to tease and milk me again. The one I first released from her glass prison was the one which now had me riding her and moaning like a horny bitch, my toes curled hard enough to make my muscles ache, and my lungs burned for air. Still, I rode her at her insistance, her collecting my seed like it was more precious than gold. Hearing her whisper into my mind again, I learned that she had already given birth to her final clutch, and to continue to propegate, needed the seed of a male to begin generating new young. I cried out, tears streaming down my face from the onslaught of psionic and physical pleasure that assaulted my body, making me clench tightly around her cock, my fingers now interlaced with her oversized hands, answering back her thrusts in reply to her silent question to be her mate. My reward was another shattering orgasm, and my mind simply whited out, my body finally drifting off into unconciousness from the unholy pleasure I was feeling.

....It's good to be the king.