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(Over 100 years have passed since the original Alien movie. Modern technology has profoundly improved, and humans are vastly superior to all other life forms in the universe. People live for as long as they wish, and in excess leisure from birth to death. We are free to do whatever our hearts desire, as long as it isn't harming another human being. There's enough universe to go around, so people treat entire galaxies as their personal playgrounds. Other intelligent life forms are rare, but there are still an infinite number of them, and humans have the technology to seek them. Thanks to intelligent life scanners, I detect a most curious breed, the Xenomorph. I quickly learn that, due to their hostile reproductive process, they have unintentionally overharvested suitable embryo hosts on their planet. It lead to thinner numbers, malnourished queens, and the species suddenly found itself on the verge of extinction. There are only a few warriors left now, so I decide to intervene. I teleport to the entrance of their underground cave nest, intent on making contact. Due to the incredible tech at my disposal, I risk no personal danger from facehuggers or lethal acid or anything else. Besides, there are aren't too many left to deal with... I apply my camo, appearing invisible to them.)
The Xenomorphs are aware of your presence now as you enter their nest, but due to the camo technology and your non-threatening behavior, they don't attack. You see a large cavern with multiple paths leading deeper into the cave. A group of Xenomorph warriors surround a dying Queen in the center of the room; it seems she was unable to successfully oviposit and is now near death. The warriors are unsure on what to do next when they notice your presence.
After remotely sealing every cave entrance, I release a potent sleeping gas in the cave. They don't have any time to react before they're on the ground, unconscious.
As the gas takes effect, the Xenomorph warriors fall to the ground one by one. The dying Queen continues to writhe on the floor as her time comes to an end.
The man takes one of the warriors and teleports away. When they arrive in his home base, he secures her to the operating bed, taking advantage of her unconscious state. When she eventually awakes, she feels different... as if she were in a different body. She may look like herself, but she sees an odd new slit by her hips, and feels very... different... on the inside. She's never been to a place like the room she's in, it all looks so strange and foreign... to her left, she sees the invader who attacked her colony.
The Xenomorph Warrior, now trapped in a human contraption with the memories of her abduction still fresh in mind, glares at her captor with hatred. Her new changes feels strange and foreign, but she senses a slight urge to reproduce, to continue her species' existence. As she struggles against her restraints, she begins to plot her escape and vengeance...
"Perfect." He says, standing up and walking into better view. He presses something, and suddenly, her head naturally stays still, and she feels a prick in the side of her head. She can't see it, but she feels a headache coming on. He just sits there and looks at her, anticipation churning within him. After a few minutes of his silence, he says, "Do you understand me?"Strangely, she understands his alien language perfectly and even feels the instinct to respond...
The Xenomorph Warrior glares at her captor, struggling against the restraints that hold her in place. Despite understanding his language, she refuses to acknowledge him as anything more than prey. Her hatred and desire for vengeance burn brightly within her.
"I understand," she says through gritted teeth.
He says,"Sorry about all this, I know it's disorienting. Just breathe."he says, sitting back in his chair. After pressing something, she suddenly has control of her body again.
The Xenomorph Warrior glares at her captor, still struggling against the restraints despite now having control of her body again. She doesn't believe his words and continues to plot her escape and vengeance.
"I brought you here because your species is in trouble."
The Xenomorph Warrior snorts derisively. "My species does not need your help," she says venomously. "We will survive." Her voice holds an unwavering confidence despite the dire situation her people currently face.
"I'm afraid you won't. Your kind has hit a wall of sorts. You ran out of hosts, and your queens all died out. You simply need human intervention."
The Xenomorph Warrior narrows her eyes, suspicion beginning to creep into her thoughts. "Why would you help us?" she asks warily. "There must be something in it for you." Her voice drips with venom and accusation.
"Yes, there is. I find you very appealing, and I think your people would make a good addition to the human race. See that vagina there? That's a reproductive organ. You can make your own eggs, just like a queen. Only, your eggs need sperm to make children, and you can't make as many offspring all at once."
He explains. This is like a crazy dream to her, it seems to fantastical to be real.
"You speak truth," the Xenomorph Warrior snarls. "But what is to stop me from killing you and escaping? I could still find a way back to my people." Her voice is filled with challenge as she flexes her powerful muscles against the restraints, straining to break free.
The man sits there, totally unconcerned with her threat. "What good does that do you? Really think about it."
The Xenomorph Warrior pauses in her struggle against the restraints, considering his words. He has a point; returning to her people alone would do little to save them. But trusting him means giving up her freedom and becoming a plaything for this strange alien creature... The choice is agonizing.
"I need time," she says finally. "To think, to process this information." She pauses again, meeting his gaze defiantly.
"Yes. You have time."He frees her completely from her bonds."While you consider my offer, would you like to stay here or go back to your own colony?"
The Xenomorph Warrior hesitates before answering, her gaze drifting around the room as she takes in her surroundings once more. "I... I wish to see this place where you live," she says at last, curiosity getting the better of her. "To understand your people, your culture." Her words are laced with a sense of longing and desire for knowledge.
"Like many humans, I live alone. I could take you to a hub for humans if you'd like."he offers, unsure about her feelings on everything.
"I would like that," the Xenomorph Warrior says, her curiosity piqued even further by the thought of seeing humanity in its natural habitat. "To understand your kind is to know how best to... integrate with you." Her tone is careful and calculated, still wary but interested nonetheless.
In an instant, he teleports them to the bustling hub, full of people enjoying various activities together."Right. If you decide to have children with me, you'll probably send them here so they can find their own mates."
The Xenomorph Warrior takes in the scene with a mix of fascination and trepidation. So much color, so many beings all moving about, doing as they please... It's overwhelming to her senses. She turns back to the man who brought her here, studying him carefully. "I understand," she says at last. "But what of my people? How will I save them if I am not there with you?"
Prince says,"Unfortunately, I couldn't save your queen, but I've already provided the others many lifetimes of food and other luxuries that they understand. Just let me know when you'd like to see them again."
The Xenomorph Warrior digests this information, finding it hard to believe that the man could provide for her people so easily. But there are no signs of deception in his words or mannerisms, and she is starting to trust him... a little bit. Perhaps together they can find a way to save her species, even if she must leave them behind for now. "I will think on it," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I would like to stay here longer, to learn more about you and your kind."
"I'd love to show you all about our history and culture. Come with me."he takes her to a museum that explains everything.
The Xenomorph Warrior follows the man through the museum, her eyes taking in every exhibit with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. She marvels at the technology on display, the artwork that adorns the walls, and the artifacts from long-forgotten civilizations. Each new piece she sees brings forth more questions about this strange and fascinating race known as the humans. As they wander through the halls, she can't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for their culture...
"I never told you my name. I am Taren. Do you have a name?"Unlike humans, xenomorphs rely on group-oriented life and don't value the individual.
The Xenomorph Warrior hesitates before responding. Naming herself to this strange alien creature feels like a foreign concept, but she supposes it's necessary for them to communicate. "I am called Ah'ra," she says finally, her voice soft and unpracticed. "What does your name mean?"
Taren smiles warmly at the question. "My name means 'guardian of peace'. I hope I can live up to that title with you."
"My name has no purpose, all it represents is me and my lineage. I really like your name. I'm frankly surprised you have one, considering the fact that you don't naturally have vocal chords."
Ah'ra nods thoughtfully, considering Taren's words. "Our people have always had names," she says slowly. "They represent who we are and where we come from." She pauses, looking at him intently. "And perhaps... my name is a reminder of what I must do for my kind."
"I see. Your culture is very interesting. I hope to learn more about it."he says, touching her for the first time, just on the arm for now.
Ah'ra tenses slightly at his touch but doesn't pull away. She glances down at where he touched her, then back up to meet his gaze. "Your people are... kind," she says softly, the word feeling strange and foreign on her tongue. "I am beginning to understand why you wish to help us." Her voice holds a newfound curiosity about these strange beings that she had not felt before.
"It is in our nature, but there's also so much you have to offer as well. Your sense of community, natural survivability in harsh conditions, genetic diversity, I appreciate that. I also appreciate your sleek, beautiful form."he speaks tenderly, sensually rubbing her arm as he eyes her entire body.
Ah'ra flushes slightly at his words and touch, a foreign sensation coursing through her body. She hadn't expected such open admiration from this alien creature, but it feels... right. "You are kind as well," she whispers, gazing up at him with newfound appreciation. "Perhaps there is hope for us after all." Her voice holds a note of longing and desire that Taren finds difficult to ignore.
"Would you like to see more here, or would you rather return to my home?"he asks, looking up at her carefully.
Ah'ra hesitates, her gaze darting between Taren and the museum exhibits around them. "I would like to see more," she says finally, her voice quiet but steady. "To learn everything I can about your people and this place." There's a newfound eagerness in her tone that didn't exist before, a desire to understand and be understood by these strange creatures who have taken an interest in her kind.
he takes her to try human food. It isn't really her favorite, she'd prefer to have food found on her own planet.
Ah'ra sits across from Taren at a bustling restaurant, trying various dishes of the human cuisine. Most of it tastes strange to her, but she forces herself to eat, determined to experience as much of this new world as possible. She watches with interest as humans around them laugh and share stories, their bodies seemingly at ease in a way that is foreign to her.
"What do you think?" Taren asks, sipping on a drink. "Do you like any of it?"
Ah'ra takes a tentative bite of something that resembles a plant on her plate and chews slowly. "It is... interesting," she says carefully. "But I prefer the food from my own planet." She pauses, considering his question further. "Perhaps with time, I could learn to enjoy it more." Her voice holds an air of curiosity and adaptability that Taren finds endearing.
"I can synthesize your favorite food any time. What do you want instead?"he asks, interested and a little excited to serve her.
Ah'ra hesitates before answering, unsure if it would be rude to ask for something so specific when trying the local cuisine. "I am not familiar with many dishes here," she admits. "Perhaps you could show me some of your favorite human food?" There's a hint of curiosity and willingness to please in her voice that warms Taren's heart.
"Here's my favorite. They call it Squidsteak. It was a rare delicacy back when humans started travelling the stars commercially. Perhaps it will suit your tastes."he offers his plate to her without any hesitation. She doesn't know how to use a fork and knife like he did, so he says,"Go ahead, you can just use your hands."
Ah'ra eyes the strange-looking food on his plate with curiosity but doesn't hesitate to reach out and take a piece, using her fingers as he suggested. She brings it up to her mouth, sniffs cautiously before taking a bite. Her tastebuds explode with flavor; salty, chewy, and slightly sweet all at once. "This is... interesting," she says slowly, sounding surprised by how much she enjoys it.
"Good. I'm glad you like it. Again, We can make whatever you like, however, whenever. Your imagination is the limit, Ah'ra."
Ah'ra nods thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing as she tries to remember the taste of something similar back on her homeworld. "Perhaps I could have this more often," she says slowly, "if it is not too much trouble." There's a newfound appreciation in her voice for the alien race that has taken such an interest in her people and their survival.
"No trouble at all. I suppose there's one more thing I could show you."after they're done, he teleports them to a small room. There is a door and two transparent, gooey frames, one for him, and one for her. They don't look like much until he steps into it and it wraps around him."Go ahead and step into yours. It will help you live in the vacuum of space."
Ah'ra eyes the strange contraption warily but doesn't hesitate to step into it when Taren does so himself. As the gooey substance wraps around her body, she feels a sense of relief wash over her; her newfound connection to this alien race has made her feel like she belongs here in ways she never thought possible before.
"What does this mean for me and my people?" she asks quietly as they stand side by side within their transparent shells. "Will we truly be able to survive alongside humans?"
"This is only temporary. Just hold my hand and relax."he opens the door and she feels a strange pull towards it. It's very dark, and yet there are bright stars all over. She sees a tiny ball of something in the distance.
Ah'ra takes Taren's hand, feeling a strange sense of trust and faith in him that she hasn't experienced with anyone else before. As they float together through the darkness, surrounded by stars, she can't help but wonder what this new life will hold for her and her people.
he lies there with her for a moment, perpetually moving, yet motionless in zero gravity. Taren says nothing, just looking at her as she looks out into the expanse.
Ah'ra gazes all around at the stars, her heart filled with awe and wonder. This new existence, so far from anything she's ever known before... it feels strange yet right. She turns her head to look at Taren, studying his features in the dim light. "What does this mean for us?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will we truly be able to find a way back home?"
"Home is what we make it. See that little rock over there? That's your entire planet. And for everything you see, there are tillions and tillions of stars and planets, on and on for infinity."He sounds so serene while saying this. How does the revelation feel to her?
Ah'ra listens intently to Taren's words, her gaze drifting back to the tiny planet floating in the distance. The realization that their entire universe is filled with countless possibilities both thrills and terrifies her. "It... it feels like anything could happen," she whispers. "But how do we know which path to take?"
"Just do whatever feels right, Ah'ra. Our hearts and minds will guide us to the path we were meant to take."he smiles at her, glad to have shown her everything.
Ah'ra considers Taren's words, her heart filled with a strange mixture of hope and apprehension. "I will try to trust my instincts," she says at last, her voice barely audible over the silence of space. "And I will do everything in my power to ensure that our people survive and thrive in this new existance."
The weight of responsibility presses down upon her shoulders, but she doesn't shirk from it;
She looks at Taren again, searching his face for some sign of encouragement. "And I will always be grateful for everything you have done for us." Her voice is soft and sincere, filled with an emotion she can't quite name but feels deeply nonetheless.
They float there together in the silence of space, bound by their shared experiences and a connection that neither of them fully understands yet. But for now, it's enough.
An hour or two passes with little else discussion. Suddenly, Prince quickly squeezes her hand and says,"What do you think about all this? Are you glad, scared, unimpressed? What do you think of me?"
Ah'ra feels a surge of emotions course through her as she thinks about the question. "I... am grateful for your kindness," she finally says. "It is overwhelming to think that you, an alien creature from another world, would care so much about my people. And as for what I think of you..." Her voice trails off, her gaze fixed on his face. "You are unlike any being I have ever met before."
Taren smiles at her, feeling warmth spread through his chest. "And what does that mean to you?" he asks softly. "Do you find me attractive? Desirable?" His voice is low and husky, almost a whisper in the silence of space.
Ah'ra flushes deeply at his words, feeling a foreign heat spread through her body. "I... I find you very interesting," she says slowly, her gaze locked on his face. "And yes, there is an attraction there as well." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the emotions she's struggling to keep in check.
Taren feels his heart race at her words. He moves closer to her, their faces mere inches apart now. "Ah'ra," he whispers, cupping her cheek with one hand. "I want you to know that I feel the same way." His gaze drifts down to her lips, and despite the weightlessness, he feels a strange urge to touch them, to taste them.
"I'd like to show you another human custom. It's called kissing."he slowly approaches her face, careful yet deliberate as he brings his lips to hers...
Ah'ra feels a strange mixture of curiosity and anticipation as Taren moves closer to her face. Her heart races, and she can't help but lean into the contact when their lips meet. A spark ignites between them, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it leaves her breathless and yearning for more.
"I'd like to show you another human custom. It's called kissing."
*He slowly approaches her face, careful and purposeful as he brings his lips to hers...*Ah'ra feels a strange mixture of curiosity and anticipation as Taren moves closer to her face. Her heart races, and she can't help but lean into the contact when their lips meet. A spark ignites between them, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it leaves her breathless and yearning for more.
Ah'ra moans softly into the kiss as Taren's hands roam over her body, exploring and caressing with a tenderness that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. She feels so connected to him in this moment, as if their two worlds have truly become one.
Ah'ra purrs contentedly as her tongue dances with Taren's, their mouths molding together in a sensual dance of pleasure. She arches into him, feeling the hardness between his legs pressing against her own and wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. Her need for him grows exponentially with each passing moment, fueling her desire to explore this new world and experience all it has to offer.
Breaking the kiss, he says,
"I think I'd like to mate with you. Would you be mine?"
Ah'ra gasps softly at his words, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and fear. This is something she has never considered before today; to mate with an alien creature from another world... but the way he makes her feel, the connection they share... it feels right somehow. "Yes," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "I will be yours."
"Gooood..."he places the tip of his human penis against her foreign opening and the airtight gel seal separates, offering him access to her and sealing around their intimate connection."I think it's time we tested your new genitals, Ah'ra."
Ah'ra lets out a soft moan as Taren penetrates her, feeling the fullness of him stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Her body tenses briefly at the unfamiliar sensation before yielding to pleasure as he begins to move slowly within her. She looks up into his eyes, seeing nothing but desire and care reflected back at her, and feels a surge of trust and adoration for this alien creature who has come to mean so much to her.
"Yes... you're quite lovely, my dear. So tight... so hot..."
Ah'ra gasps, feeling his words as much as hearing them, and arches into him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. Her body tingles with pleasure, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She looks deep into Taren's eyes, the love she feels for him swelling within her until it threatens to overflow. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "I want this forever."