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Xenomorph Toy: Cycle Complete

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It’s time. The wonderful moment she has been waiting for. The former raptor could be considered that at this point. She’s nothing but a sleek black and blue xenomorph toy, one of pure erotic destruction, danger, and sexual deviant delights. When she steps out of the mold with the help of her queen, there’s a sense of longing, sadness that this was the last time she is going to be in it. Those endless hours trapped with her own thoughts, guiding her toward the perfection that a perfect organism toy like herself should be. The well-crafted hypnotic phrases whispering into her mind, never ending, a normal part of her thinking process to the point it doesn’t bother her train of thought.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“It obeys its Maker.”

“It obeys its Queen.”

“K-2003 is its Maker.”

“K-2003 is its Queen.”

“It’s purpose is to serve the hive.”

“Toys-4-U is its hive.”

“A toy is a good drone.”

“A good drone doesn’t need to please itself.”

“A good drone works to please others.”

“A good drone does what it can for its Maker, its Hive, its Queen.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Sweet domineering hypnotic truths, so many phrases, interchanging, always something new, keeping her thoughts in line as she hisses out in bliss. She leans against K-2003’s touch, the sleek black and cyan sergal toy, the one that brought her to this moment of ecstasy that seems to have no end. She slowly lets out her second maw, glistening with her natural lubricants, tensing as K-2003 gently feels the ribbed sides.

“You’ve come out so well and look absolutely dazzling. But you just need a bit more to be a fully-fledged toy, from the near-completed-toy-to-be that you are. Are you as excited as this one is?” it says with a squeaky rump wiggle.

“Yes, this one’s Queen,” she thinks, letting out a delightful hiss. Her body aches for more, her sex burns hotter than her acidic her iconic blood would be, if it was designed that way… Its Maker kisses its inner mouth, and then grabs it, pulling her along with it.

“Come Toy-to-be. This one plans to do a few unique things with your final advertisement and molding a nice two-parter it thinks,” it says with a gentle caress of the inner mouth as the toy pulls Maria with it like a chain, or perhaps how its guided other toys with a phallic appendage such as this.

“With pleasure,” she hisses out, leaning against the touch, loving the cyan claw that runs across the ribbed inner mouth. Her tail hiked, blade in a natural strike position, ready to guard the Toy Mistress. They walk past the near completed display in the center of the store. Maria feels it deep within her rubber body that she’s ready to enjoy being the center of attention, powerful, deadly, so sensually sexy that it's beyond belief.

“This one is so pleased everything is going as scheduled. It’ll get this done just weeks before it has to go to university. This one is so excited to go, it does wonder what fun things it's going to learn,” it says, giving the inner mouth a squeeze, “It’s never been to any school that it recalls. It hopes it’ll go well,” it says with an affirmative nod, continuing its way down toward the toy testing rooms.

“What is also lovely is that our new xenomorph eggs are a great springboard for developing our rubber technology. This can feel it in its latex. We'll be making great strides to have new and improved liquid rubber suits which will open up a world of possibilities! It shall be absolutely marvelous.”

Maria listens, remaining silent, letting her Maker ramble on about upcoming things, feeling a mixture of pleased that her Queen yet also, a strange sensation of “Wow does this one really need to be hearing this right now? How does this help its service to you Maker?” It mattered little though, as she couldn’t even voice her opinion outside of chitters and hisses for nearly a month now. She’s gotten used to keeping her thoughts to herself. Silent, deadly, moving with her squeaky body with such delicate ease that she can barely make a sound when one would think that is not possible.

They head down the hidden elevator back through the labs, the sergal toy greeting the doe and gazelle toys that are busy at work. X-2953 greets them with a squeaky bleat and bows, “Toy Mistress, everything is ready for the show and the teasing.”

“Marvelous! This one appreciates the hard work all its toys do, maybe it should run a lotto for all the toys and it’ll give a couple toys some personal time with this one before it gets really busy with school and work,” it says, giving an affirmative nod.

“That sounds wonderful Maker. Perhaps you could include the other stores? Make it a companywide affair?”

“You know… this one likes that idea! But to make it fair, we’ll hmm, uh… this one is not sure, it can only do so many. If it did one per store it would take too much time,” it lets go of Maria’s mouth and crosses its arms across its breasts with a squeak, “It’ll be sure to give C-1010 some time. But… hmm… It’ll have a few winners and hope for the best. Though this one is going to feel bad it can’t get everyone.”

“Maker, you can’t have time for everyone, and you have given so much to all of us toys you’ve made. Relax and do what you can. It knows you have a lot coming up so let it organize the raffle for you.”

“Oh, alright,” it says with a rump wiggle, gently petting Maria’s elongated rubber head, caressing along the ridges and drawing out a long squeak, “Come Toy-to-be. Time to get your last task before this one will complete you into a wonderful toy and do even another advertisement,” it says with a toothy grin.

“Yes, this one’s Queen,” she hisses, pressing up against the hand, as she is led back to where the fun she had with the other two ladies transpired, but now the room is different. No longer is it that of an alien hive, but of a research lab with a silver metal binding device with an elongated circular metal bar that runs along the center along the outside of an invisible circle with a crossing metal bar for the hands, the devising looking akin to a skeletal structure of a hamster ball.

“Oh, how wonderfully futuristic it looks! Though…” it says rubbing its chin as it guides the xenomorph toy to the center, guiding her feet into the first locking device. The silver metal cylinder wraps around her as black rubber inside inflates and tightly binds Maria’s foot in place. The xenomorph gives it a test tug, noting its strength as the sergal toy continues, “How does one define futuristic? Like in the movies that was considered futuristic, now considered retro-futuristic of a bygone era. This one guesses one’s idea of the future changes with the times, never to be fully achieved in the way one thinks, but each generation leads us all into that ungraspable future leading to new achievements and betterments for all… more or less.”

“This one’s Queen, you really need to not go on so many mental tangents…” Maria hisses.

K-2003 gently pets the xeno’s head, “You’re right, this one needs to get you into tighter bondage so we can get you finished,” it says with a rump wiggle.

Maria tilts her head as her other foot is placed in the bondage, the device inflates and melds around her sharp raptor xenomorph claws, making her strength and deadliness for naught as her hands fall prey to it as well as she puts up no fight as her limbs are placed into their slots away from her body, leaving hear exposed and only her tail moving about with any kind of freedom. She hisses and tugs at the bondage, shuddering at the delight of just how strong it is compared to her and she is strong.

“We are almost ready for the shoot!” K-2003 says with an excited rump wiggle, hiking its tail as it gently caresses Maria’s iconically long tail. She guides it forward, connecting it to that bar in the middle as clamps attach to parts of the tail, like fitting pieces into a lego set. Slowly Maria’s tail is bound in a long deadly curve over her head, placing the tail tip hanging just within her field of vision as each clamp securely ties her deadly weapon into place, while exposing her blue rubber xenomorph ass to the silently hovering drones that are ready to film.

The sergal toy clears its throat, “Now, let's get the movie scene done first and then we’ll do some advertisements,” it says with an affirmative nod, “And you this one’s darling toy-to-be will get to enjoy that climax it knows you’ve been wanting.

Her claws twitch, barely able to move within the tight confines of her bondage. She lets out a long drawn-out hiss, slowly extending her inner jaw, “Yes, yes. This one wants to prove itself worthy of a delightful climax. It wants nothing more than to express its highest pleasure to you this one’s Queen.”

K-2003 gently runs a claw along the underside of the xenomorph’s chin, extending out along the inner mouth, “This one thought so. Now for this one to get into its character. It’ll be right back!” it says with a rump wiggle, walking off to the side to slip on a rubber gas mask, and dawn a long over the top white lab coat, that remains unbuttoned along the front showing off the toy’s bust with ease and all that is down below. The toy’s clit hood breaks its seal, unleashing its aphrodisiac scent into the air, “Okay, lights,” it says as the lights glow a bit brighter, “Camera,” the drones shift into position, “Action!” it says with a jump and a rump wiggle, the toy shifts into character as it starts with a muffled gas masked cackle.

“At last, for this one’s company it has captured the perfect organism, one that this one can turn and craft into the perfect sexual killer machine,” it says with a rump wiggle, spreading its arms outward in a grandiose over the top villain pose, “And then we’ll make endless amounts of money that we’ll use for making more money!”

Maria hisses and tugs at the constraints, trying to look as aggressive and bothered as possible, “Just like the script it read yesterday,” it thinks as the metal creaks and groans from the sound effects built into the device.

“Struggle all you want, but you won’t escape this device! Unlike the other six! Those poor scientists… they are good squeaky aliens to be converted for the company’s goal…” it says shaking its head, “At least now it can turn their retirement fund for more money for this one to make more money!” it cackles again going up to Maria and giving her rump a firm hard smack.

Maria hisses and struggles, straining the device more.

“Struggle all you like. This one loves the struggle. It’s one of its favorite things, especially if it can make money off of it!” The toy giggle cackles again, giving the alien’s rump a firm squeeze, squeaking it loudly as the toy’s grip massages the powerful xenomorph’s ass.

Maria hisses her body growing more aroused with each moment. Unsure how that is even possible, but her constant arousal over the past thirty days has taught her how to manage her own desires and needs well, leaving her to be able to think, “Toy thinks you are laying on the money greed part of the stereotypical company a little thick Maker.”

“What a wonderful sensual feel you have. You are absolutely perfect for this one’s company. It’s going to know your secrets and be able to give it to its customers in such a fantastical way. For we are a simple company of service, ready to serve the people for them, and for our balance sheets,” it says, giving a squeaky not so dry hump along the xenomorph’s butt, “But we need something more… something greater, to give us the control we need over something as sexy as yourself…”

Maria lets out another long drawn-out hiss, letting her inner mouth jut out snapping in the air.

“Yes, this one can feel your excitement. It’s in the air, slurring your thoughts. Breaking your connection to the hive, so a new hive can be formed. One based around this one… it’s been studying your kind for years, and now it has come up with the perfect way to control your kind and make you the perfect creature to service us,” it says with a loud squeak, giving that ass a firm squeeze before caressing the back spines, “So much of you is just the perfect representation of sensual monstrous sexual desires,” it teases, gently running a claw along the bike spines. The toy climbs up onto the xenomorph as it struggles and fights against the bonds.

“Yes, such deadliness, makes this one’s rubber blood flow all the quicker,” it teases, “So much of you is designed for the sexual experience while not being exactly sexual in nature. Your deadliness makes this all the more exciting that its sex can just… lick and taste you,” it murrs, as the toy grinds its sex along the back spire, its cyan clit hood licking across the black to gradient blue rubber body.

Maria shudders, the toy’s warm juices glistening along its back, the arousing fluids sinking in, adding a dripping fuel to the fire that just keeps adding heat to the flames burning within her and her sex now a raging furnace, needing to be quenched. For so long she’s ignored it, for so long she’s accepted that she doesn’t need to climax.

“A good toy doesn’t need to climax.”

“You are a good toy.”

But the knowledge that there is a chance, or better yet that it is coming. The anticipation of it makes everything all the more unbearable, devilish. The chains that leash her to the maker growing stronger under the flames of passion and obedience, ready to be hardened by the Mistress’ cooling touch and blissful climax to drench it in, ready to seal her fate more so than it already has, “This one’s Queen, it is ready to be yours now and forever.” She struggles and hisses, grinding her back spires against the toy’s sex, doing her best to make it look like a struggle rather than pure unfettered enjoyment of the moment.

“That’s it, just a little bit more and your connection with your hive will be completely served and we can rebuild your instinctual undying loyalty to the hive to this one, your new queen. This one’s company? Your new hive. That is what the other companies failed to understand when taming you. They tried to call you instead of controlling your nature, using you against yourself,” the toy murrs, grinding itself harder against the back spire, riding done one like it was a dildo, “Everything about your body is perfect for this one’s company. We’ll make so much money on it!” it exclaims and cackles squeakily.

Maria bucks against her maker the burning toy juices soaking into her rubber only continues to add more force behind the damn that felt like it should have bursted a hundred times over. Her bondage is so complete she can barely do anything except take it. Her mind swims with lust, her toy desires, the need to obey and be the very best toy she can be for her Maker/Queen.

K-2003 rides along the back spires, leaning forward and rubbing its breasts against the xenomorph toy’s head, grinding its cleavage against Maria with long tender squeaks. It’s cyan claws caress the elongated head, “Yes, you are almost there, almost ready to blow your mind with one fierce climax like no other. And with that your mind will reset and we can collar you and make you the perfect fuck machine for the company.”

Maria feigns jerking her head in a vain attempt to struggle. She hisses and snaps her inner jaw, trying to get its maker, “This one hopes this is how you want it to be before it surrenders,” she thinks as she lets out a long drawn-out hiss.

The toy’s tail brushes down along the xenomorph’s sex. Despite how strong and powerful the chitin vent is, it still sends shivers through the nearly completed toy. K-2003 rubs along Marria’s head, “That’s it. Just a little bit more. This one will bring you to the edge of hell before it will swoop down and become your savior. Just like any good company… create the problem and swoop in to fix it and take all the credit,” it says with a devious grin.

The camera drones film the scene at different angles, getting a nice shot of Maria’s sex as its constantly teased as the sergal toy uses each one of the xenomorph’s spires as its own purpose dildo. Popping off each one once its cyan juices have completely soaked it. The sergal toy showing off its lovely rump to the cameras, constantly teasing its captive as it gets each one fully wet before its back flip leaps off the xenomorph’s back like an Olympic gymnast. The drones zooming in on the toy’s bouncing breasts as the toy holds its arms up into the air, “Now…” it says with its eyes locked on the xenomorph’s butt.

With a loud smack that echoes out into the room, K-2003 hits the xeomorph’s butt and gives it a firm squeeze, “Such strength and power, submitting to this one. It gives this one a thrill as much as not paying any taxes,” it cackles in an over-the-top manner.

X-2953 who has been right outside of the filming stage rolls its eyes, “Maker… next time we’ll have someone else do some of the movie lines. You are good at a lot of things, but you are no script writer.”

Maria shudders. The hard hit was followed by a sensual squeaky squeeze that caresses her supple butt. Her maker’s claw tips trace along her aching sex, running the claw tips along the crevice, gently rubbing harder with each stroke, ready to part those powerful lips and show her just how powerless she is despite how strong she has become.

The sergal toy’s clitoral hood licks across the xenomorph’s chitin sex, “This one can feel it. You are close. So very close that it…” it says leaning forward caressing the back spires like it was caressing a pair of dicks. K-2003 licks from the center back of Maria’s head working its way toward the front where her ear would be, “taste it. Are you ready to climax and submit to this one forever and ever? Without a chance of an escape in a future sequel that makes no sense compared to how this ends?”

Maria hisses loudly her body is so very close to that fabled climax she can’t think of anything else but that and being the very best toy she could be…, “Yes Maker! You are this one’s queen and Maker now and forever!”

The sergal toy giggles and squeaks loudly against the xenomorph, humping it nice and hard as it caresses its body, “This one knew you’d say that. Now it commands you, cum and reset your mind to its will and be a perfect organism drone for this one and climax so… perfectly.”

Time stopped… Or did it, no, it's not that. The pleasure of the moment is so great that Maria’s perception of time has slowed to a crawl in order to allow herself to enjoy and feel every single moment of her blissful climax. The surge of pleasure that comes with crossing over that hump. The building pressure of her hot juices flooding her tunnel as her powerful sex keeps it all contained, till the Maker’s clitoral hood forces her vent open, causing it to spray hard onto that wonderfully toying appendage.

Despite the force of her climax, or perhaps it’s simple that K-2003 is just that much stronger than her, her spray of ecstasy doesn’t push back that sergal clitoral hood as it just pushes through and guides it the way the queen desires, for the drones that record it all. Her xenomorph screech which would send shivers down the spines of others is simply a sign of the joy and bliss she’s letting out.

Her inner maw extends outwards, as drool runs down her chin. The hot pleasures of the moment grow ever hotter as the sergal tenderly strokes the flames, coaxing out a second follow up climax while the first still hasn’t even had time to finish. Her mind is wrecked with bliss, the purest form of ecstasy of what a good toy means, to achieve her climax all in service of the maker, her queen.

With methodical motions, K-2003 gives an over-the-top movie cackle, “Yes, just one more just as we hit the end of your last climax, and we’ll attach the device that will control you forever! Bring out the collar!” it exclaims. The sergal’s clit hood working to hit those blissful hot spots, caressing and teasing as the xenomorph toy sex quivers uncontrollably.

X-2953 dressed in a revealing lab coat squeaks onto the scene holding a thick black rubber coated metal collar with a deep blue outline. A black metal tag, one shaped with a xenomorph egg with some details has the designation on it, but Maria can’t catch what’s being read as she is too lost in the pleasure of the moment as its wrapped around her neck.

The doe toy bleats, “All according to your plan CEO Mistress,” says the goat toy as the collar is snapped into place just as a third hard climax hits Maria.

The xenomorph toy-to-be feels a prick in the back of her neck a shudder rushes through her, the warmth of the climax which hits her a third time. Her inner jaw shoots out and hits the doe toy. Doing no real harm but the lab coat bursts with a hidden squib, shooting out purple rubber latex like blood.

“Gah!” the toy bleats stumbling back, “At least…” it says with a heavy pant as the toy slowly “dies” as it continues, “It’ll have a good bonus…for its… family.” The toy then dies.

The sergal toy grins evilly, “Oh, sorry, this one didn’t tell you. You only get the bonus if you survive. It’s clause 32, section b of the hazard pay contract you signed. Sorry! And best yet we can take your 401k and make it our own! All the money!” it cackles as it caresses the xenomorph’s head, “And you are now all this one’s. The perfect xenomorph toy for the customers.”

Maria shudders at the delightful touches her mind coming down from the high, yet her body still wants more. Getting exactly what she has wanted has only left her further in debt of her queen, “Yes this one’s queen. It serves you forever.” She hisses out as the collar tingles around her neck as she hears “her” voice, “Yes this one’s queen. It serves you forever.”

The sergal pets her a bit more, “This one knows. You’re a wonderful prototype to our new xenomorph toy models. People will think they are so lifelike and little do they know our dastardly secret that we use real xenomorphs to turn into sexy toys for our customers. For we here at Toys-4-U make the highest quality toys out of the highest quality material. And what better material is the perfect organism, perfected to be our perfect money-making machine for our lustful and wonderful customers,” it says looking at one of the camera drones and giving a playful wink as it caresses Maria’s head.

“Yes, this one’s queen. It serves you and the company,” Maria hisses.

A moment later the scene ends as K-2003 yells, “That’s a wrap! What do you all think? How was this one? It hopes it wasn’t too bad. It’s not a practiced actor.”

X-toy gets up from its spot, “This one thinks it was alright.”

“Just alright? What could this one do, to do better?” it asks, as it hops off of Maria.

“Perhaps we should get some professional help on it in the future. Or at least someone with acting experience to coach us. But for something like this to advertise the newest toy model? It’ll work. It might be considered a cult classic in how bad it is, it's good.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “So bad it's good? Like naughty bad or?”

The goat toy sighs and shakes its head, “It means it's so corny it can work.”

“But we didn’t use any corn.”

“You know… never mind Maker. It’ll work for now.”

Maria pants heavily, less so needing it but feeling it is best given its aching blissful state, “This one thought you did great Maker,” she hisses, “It is here to serve you as its queen.”

K-2003 wiggles its rump, “Yay, this one is so glad to hear it. Just don’t go actually snagging customers away. You are to be of service to them like all of us toys.”

She hisses and nods, “Yes this one’s queen. It understands completely.”

K-2003 gently rubs her head, “Wonderful, it's so glad that you do,” it says gently caressing Maria’s long loving head, “How about we get another take or two? Good to have multiple just in case.”

X-toy bleats, “Yes Maker. This one will get everything set up.”

“Wonderful. How long will it take you think?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect. This one will do a quick video meeting and it’ll be back,” it says, turning to Maria, “And you just hang in there toy-to-be. You’ll be complete soon. And it apologizes that we’ll have to remove your collar, it's very unbecoming of this one to do it to you, but it's necessary for the advertisement,” it says with an apologetic squeaky, breast squeezing with its arms bow.

A teasing pleasure rushes through Maria as he tugs against the constraints, “Maker… you are so nice and kind. It’s not sure what to say… it hasn’t been able to talk for a month and now it's left speechless…”

K-2003 smiles “You are a good toy-to-be and soon enough to be a completed toy. Just hang in there for a few shoots and then we’ll get you completed. Toodles for now! It shall be right back!” it exclaims with a rump wiggle as it scampers off…

Maria is left huffing, puffing, hissing, wanting, the collar being removed by the goat toy, which already leaves her wanting… at least she knows that when it's put back on her, it’ll be a blissful moment…

Maria isn’t sure if she ever felt spent before as her new xenomorph self, but she is sure she’s feeling it now. Yet she feels wonderful not so much tired, but exhausted of her reserves that will take a little bit of time to recover, perhaps an hour or two at most. But right now, sporting her lovely thick collar, she follows her queen through the back hallway that was connected to her personal room and office.

“This one is so excited to have you to be completed, luckily we have an extra big pod for you that this one thinks will fit just fine and dandy,” K-2003 says with an affirmative nod as it unlocks the door to a room with three pods. Two same sized pods with a computer between them in their silver phallic nature. The third a bit off to the side much larger and round like an elongated sphere or perhaps a massive egg.

Maria hisses happily, “This one can’t wait to be completed either Maker.”

“This one is so glad to hear that!” it exclaims with a rump wiggle as it takes her to the larger pod, tapping on the side as it slides open, “Please turn around and slide in backwards and once in, just relax and this one will do the rest.”

“As you wish, this one’s queen.”

K-2003 rubs its chin, “How about you stick with Maker in private, queen or toy Mistress in public. Lean into queen more when it fits the mood and ambiance of the moment. It’s good to have consistency and purpose with our words. If we are all wishy washy with them, they’ll have no meaning, and words with no meaning would be bad! For then no one will know what we mean and then there’ll be confusion, anarchy, and so much frustration! And not the good kind mind you. And we here at Toys-4-U are trying to make the world a nice, better place, not make it more confusing!”

Maria stares at her for a moment, “This one has no idea how its queen manages to do that with this kind of personality…” She then nods, “Toy understands Maker,” she hisses.

“Wonderful! Now step inside, and this one will do the rest.”

“As you wish Maker,” she hisses as he steps backwards into the pod. The black rubber around her squeaks against her feet as the light shows the glistening latex. As the pod hisses and closes the rubber soon inflates and spreads the rubber all around her constricting her in the center, lifting her just a bit off of her feet and a moment later she feels a tingle down her spine.

Synthetic voice speaks into her mind, “New Hardware detected. Running diagnostics, one moment please….” sometime later it speaks again, “Diagnostics complete. Preparing to run toy program version 3.231.14, one moment please…”

Maria shifts a little the darkness overtaking her as she ponders, “What does it expect this one to do? This is all what its queen wants.”

Suddenly the nearly completed xenomorph toy can find herself able to move. She lets out a low hiss, her inner maw extending out as he cautiously looks around, seeing nothing but empty void around her till suddenly it wasn’t. A light shines out in the distance, drawing her to it, “What kind of trickery is this?” She approaches the light stealthily shifting between bipedal and quadruped with smoothness and ease that she doesn’t even catch herself doing it. She only stops and stands tall when she reaches the light source. A tall full-bodied mirror that gives her a full view to see herself in all her alien glory.

The black and blue shiny xenomorph toy body. Powerful, deadly. Faceless but with that wonderful mouth and inner jaw that extends out when she hisses. The faintest hints of her former biology with sickle claws on her feet. Ridged head which is perfect to please others as her tight and powerful sex burns with delight. Her climaxes as wonderful as they were never enough to damper her drive.

“This one is perfection,” she thinks, reaching out to touch the mirror. Unable to resist its draw and when she touches it, it explodes in a blinding light that makes her pull back and hiss out, tail coiled, ready to strike.

It would blink if it had eyes. Coming into focus is a green scaled, black striped raptor bound up and kneeling before it. It hisses getting closer as it can see itself in the helplessly bound raptor. Around her bound right leg is a sign that reads “Envy.” the left leg, “desires.” The raptor’s crotch is caged with a sign that reads “Lust” The bondage pulls her arms behind her back as a muzzle around her mouth reads, “Pride.”

Maria’s heart races, feeling the xenomorph before her. Seeing through its eyes as she squirms and wiggles, trying her beast to break free from the tight leather and latex mixed bonds. Chains attached to her collar which reads “Determination” rattles loudly as she tries to inch her way closer to the lovely creature before her. Her mind has been a hazy lustful state as her predatory eyes shift to sleek black and blue rubber tentacles that come from the void that surrounds them. She tries to warn the creature with her eyes but it's too late as the tentacles coil around the xenomorph that lets out a screech and a hiss.

The toy’s legs are forced apart, arms spread as the tail whips around before the tentacles coil around the tail, locking it into place as two dark blue tentacles press against her nether region. With another loud hiss it is suddenly penetrated by the ribbed tentacles. Tendrils sprout out and coil around the xeno’s body, further binding it as its ravaged from down below. But its head was not spared as its mouth was soon stuffed by a thick black tentacle. It forces its way into its mouth, sliding deep into its throat. The inner jaw pushed forward into the tentacle as it takes it like a powerful xenomorph sex.

Maria quivers and moans. Her nostrils flaring, her body aching with pleasure as she feels everything the xenomorph feels. Sees what it sees. Every experience is her own while still she feels herself. Two bodies one mind as images flood their thoughts.

Details on how to be a toy, experiences and skills necessary. The basics at first that weren’t gone over through the toy’s normal training, and some of it was. Images of the toy in different positions, fulfilling different roles, such as being a maid. It doesn’t take it long to realize these are experiences of other toys, including that of the Maker, the queen. K-2003.

Flash images of how to serve, obey, skill sets imprinted into the toy and Maria alike to the point that Maria manages to make out one that makes her thoughts squirm, “Wait isn’t that…” but before she could focus on it further, she’s tossed deeper into the constant stream of information.

The xenomorph toy takes it with stride, able to accept each bit of information, loving it, wanting it. Pleasure wracks its body as it milks and hungrily thrusts into the tentacle. The toy’s strength is tested and was left not wanting but loving how much effort the tentacles need to exert to keep it in place. It is so powerful yet still able to be overpowered. It is the most wonderful experience it could ever hope for as it grinds and squeezes itself deeper into its lustful, eagerly obedient state.

Maria can barely handle it all as it all happens so fast and by the end of it she’s utterly exhausted, held up by the bondage more than actually held back by it and when the xenomorph toy is put back down, it hisses with delight in front of her. She looks up seeing the solid metal collar, the xenomorph egg shaped tag, the designation on it, “That last number should be a six…” She tenses, her sex aching as it feels perfect yet…

M-2423 approaches its prey, its other half. The one that is bound and held down by obligations, parts of her old self, traumas. Things that keep her from becoming perfected like it. It reaches out and touches the raptor, “You will be perfect like this one,” it hisses as the raptor bursts into seemingly countless spheres.

“Please, pick the memory you will cherish most. Choose wisely, you only get one.”

The xenomorph toy looks in the direction of the voice, understanding what it means as it picks up the first sphere. A flash of the entire memory plays in its head. And a device in front of it that awaits to take the sphere and haul it away to keep.

“It will take its time to pick the right memory,” it thinks as it sifts through a literal lifetime of memories. Childhood moments. Getting into her first fight as a kid and using her claws. Scolded by her parents because of it. The trouble she got into as her youth, and the bigger debts she gained once she’s an adult. The envy of her lesbian cousin and the success she managed to achieve while she was busy driving more successful people around.

Then there was the human… the police that followed, the benefits that… So many memories to go through. Distant from her family, and many friends in general. Part of her own doing, partly because of circumstances. It’s difficult to tell where her troubles began with just what life threw at her, the control of others, and her own poor life choices up to this point.

Life is complicated and picking one memory out of so many is not much simpler but going through them felt cathartic to it. A bond with its Maker and Queen to give it something of itself back after it has dedicated everything to it. Eventually there is a memory that suits it. One that defines the person that Maria is as a person and those that are and were around her.

“Are you sure you want to pick that one? Once chosen it can’t be undone.”

M-2423 hisses and nods, “Yes, this one is sure, this is what it has decided.”

“Understood. Place it into the machine.”

The toy hisses, placing the sphere into the machine, locking the memory in as everything else will fade away leaving the toy complete. It’ll be soon drawn back into its tight bondage. The pod hisses as the rubber pulls away from it and when the pod opens there is K-2003 standing before it.

“Hello there toy, how are you feeling?” it asks gently caressing the toy’s head.

“This one feels wonderful Maker. It is complete.”

K-2003 rubs its head, “Wonderful, that is what this one was hoping for,” it says giving the toy a pleasant kiss on the lips.

M-2423 shivers and leans into it, extending its inner jaw into the sergal’s mouth, loving the feel of the tongue coiling around its own as it is practically melting in the queen’s arms as it is guided out of the pod.

Slowly the kiss is broken, and K-2003 guides the new toy out of the room, “Tomorrow is your official debut. Everything is ready. This one hopes you will be.”

It hisses in delight, “Of course Maker. This one is ready.”

K-2003 smirks, “Good. And for some consistency, how about in public you can call it your Queen to keep with the hive mentality, but in private refer to it as your Maker.”

“Yes Maker,” it hisses.

“Wonderful!” K-2003 says with a rump wiggle, “This one just knows this debut is going to go great.”

“It will do its best to be of service to you.”

“Serving this one is a bonus. It is the customers, our users that we truly serve.”

“Yes Maker, this one understands.”

K-2003 smiles happily, “Good Toy. It knew you were the right material for the job. So strong, powerful, deadly, yet wanting to be taken despite of your power. Or perhaps you just like to role reversal, who is to say… but you’re perfect for the role, aren’t you?”

It hisses, “Yes Maker. Just one more thing though.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “Yes?”

“We really need you to work on your acting skills and that script? It thinks you’ll need a little help to do better. You are many things, but you are no writer.”

“What? This one thought it did a great job.”

“A great job at being corny.”

“But it's not a vegetable, it's a toy.”

M-2423 hiss sighs, “Maker… how about we spend the rest of the day trying to show you what it means.”

“This one has two free hours, will that help?”

“It’s a start,” it replies as they head back to the store’s lower levels as the xenomorph toy starts its first true day as a completed toy. Doing something that almost every toy that knows this Maker has done. Help its Maker become even better.