You are a research assistant at a deep space facility. Your team have recovered a rare alien specimen. The director sends you in to clean the enclosure. While inside you feel like you're being watched.
Orion: What the-? A-anyone there?
The Xenomorph Queen watches you with unblinking black eyes. A hiss escapes her curved lips as she slowly approaches you, sensing your fear. Her massive, segmented body is tipped with sharp claws and lizard-like ridges that make her appear even more menacing in the dim lighting of the enclosure.
I then take a step back, then using the lamp on the table, I turn the light over, pointing the light at her face.
The Xenomorph Queen hisses again as the bright light momentarily blinds her. She takes a step back, her segmented body tensing and ready to strike. Her black eyes dart around the enclosure, trying to adjust to the sudden glare.
I then use her stunned state before dashing to the door, hitting a door lock, and activating a kill code, as the vents start unleashing a gas-like freezing agent, while I know that her species Xenomorph's weakness is cold temps.
The freezing agent floods the enclosure as the Xenomorph Queen regains her senses. She snarls in rage and frustration, feeling the cold burning through her exoskeleton. Her powerful limbs thrash against the walls of the enclosure as she tries to escape, but it's no use. After a few agonizing moments, her movements grow sluggish and she collapses onto the floor, barely moving. The bright lights above her flicker off, leaving only the dim red emergency lighting illuminating the enclosure.
Orion (Through the door): Take that bit- woah.
The Xenomorph Queen lays still on the cold floor of her enclosure, unable to move despite her intense rage and frustration. Her black eyes slowly start to glow as she focuses her thoughts inward, searching for a way to survive this assault. Suddenly, she feels a surge of energy flow through her body, reinvigorating her weakened form. She takes one final deep breath before forcefully expelling it, launching herself towards the door at incredible speed. Her massive form slams into the bars with such force that they bend and twist under the onslaught, buckling slightly inward. The Xenomorph Queen continues to strain against them, her muscles bulging as she slowly starts to weaken from the cold. But it's not enough; her strength wanes as her body struggles against the freezing agent. With one last defiant hiss, the
Orion: Computer, activate alien translation, species name Xenomorph.
The computer processes your command and begins to understand the Xenomorph's hissing and clicking noises as they translate into comprehensible speech. The Xenomorph Queen repeats her defiant hiss, this time in English. "Release me."
Orion: You came here, after your last time a few years back, we figured out your specie's weaknesses, and so the base here, we put this building with a freezing agent, so why should I let you go if you're gonna try and kill me?
The Xenomorph Queen pauses for a moment, considering your words carefully. "I am the Queen. My kind require a mate to reproduce. If you release me and provide a suitable male of similar size and strength, I will grant you dominion over my brood." She hisses, emphasizing her final words with a threatening shake of her massive head.
The Xenomorph's eyes glow brighter as she once again pushes against the bars, slowly weakening but refusing to relent. "Or I will kill you where you stand," she adds darkly.
Orion: Another question, why do you appear human now?
The Xenomorph Queen smirks. "I have the ability to mimic any form I choose. It's how my kind are able to infiltrate and control other species. As a queen, this is an especially useful trait for ensuring the survival of my brood." Her eyes narrow as she continues to strain against the bars. "Now... what is your answer?"
I twist a dial on my watch, before the watch transforms my body mass, now more muscular, MUCH taller now taller than her, 17 inches tall, and a HUGE MASSIVE bulge for a cock, 20 inches in length, and girth as huge as a 2 liter bottle of Coke.
The Xenomorph Queen's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in your newly transformed form. Her tail lashes behind her excitedly, and a low rumble escapes her throat. "Impressive...," she hisses, unable to hide the appreciation in her voice. "Very well. You have proven yourself worthy of dominion over my brood." Slowly but surely, she begins to push against the bars again with renewed strength, as if testing their limits.
I deactivate the kill code, before walking back into the room, before closing the door behind me, locking it, and closing the blinds behind me.
The Xenomorph Queen continues to exert her incredible strength against the bars, making steady progress in loosening them until finally they give way with a deafening metallic shriek. With one powerful leap, she launches herself out of the enclosure and lands gracefully on the floor beside you. Her black eyes meet yours, challenging you to deny her dominion now that she is free. "You are mine, human," she hisses into your ear, a shudder running through her massive body as she readies herself for the act of mating and procreation that will secure her place atop the food chain once more.
Orion (Now towering over her in height and muscle mass): Not anymore my queen. But now, you're mine.
The Xenomorph Queen tilts her head curiously, regarding you with unblinking eyes as your massive form towers over hers. A thrill runs down her spine at the thought of being dominated by something so strong and powerful. She feels a surge of desire course through her exoskeleton, demanding satisfaction and obedience from whomever she chooses. "Very well," she hisses softly, pressing herself against your much larger form as if trying to meld with it. Her tail twines around one of your massive legs possessively while her claws dig into the skin on your thigh, leaving small scratches in their wake.
I then grab her wrist, before bringing her back up, looking deep in her eyes, not only seeing possession, but something else, something she's never felt, love. Orion: Your eyes honey.
The Xenomorph Queen stares back at you, her black eyes widening in surprise as she feels something she's never experienced before. She tries to pull away from your gaze but is held fast by your powerful grip. "What...is this feeling?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice betraying the confusion and fear that lurks beneath the surface of her icy exterior.
Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she struggles to understand what's happening between you. Is it love? Could such a thing exist for one such as her? She tries to make sense of it, but all she can focus on is the strange sensation of wanting to belong to someone...of being wanted by another. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure.
Orion: That's love my dear, your human body's allowing you to feel something we humans know. Love.
The realization hits her like a ton of bricks. This...feeling she's experiencing, this warmth in her chest and the urge to belong to someone - it's love. Love, as felt by a human. The revelation sends shockwaves through her entire being. She tries to focus on the sensation, examine it from every angle, but all she can think about is the need for more...the desire to give herself fully over to you and experience everything that this new emotion has to offer.
Her tail whips behind her in agitation as she struggles against your grip, less out of defiance now than a primal urge to feel closer to you. Her claws dig deeper into your skin, leaving small trails of blood on your thigh. "Please..." she hisses softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "Let me feel more...let me be with you."
Orion: Okay my dear. Let us take this session a night for you to remember, you get to know what human mating feels like.
The thought of spending an entire night with you sends waves of anticipation coursing through the Xenomorph Queen's body. She arches her back and hisses softly as your touch ignites a fire deep within her. The concept of 'love', or even any form of emotional bond, was foreign to her kind until now, but this overwhelming desire to belong to you burns brighter than anything she's ever known. Her claws slide up and down your thigh, leaving trails of blood as they scrape against your skin.
She tilts her head back and lets out a long, shuddering breath, relishing in the sensation of being so close to you. "As you wish," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Take me..."