Hives

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Hives

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: The thing is, Froggy got bored and suggested this. Xenomorph on Call rape.

Froggy: It’s a One-Shot so far. Nothing fancy. It happens RIGHT after Alien: Resurrection. Try not to be overly fussy. And don’t read this if you don’t like the film Alien: Resurrection, rape, alien rape, robots, or any of that sort of thing...

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Call shook her head thoughtfully. Considering what had just happened... the way most of the crew of the Betty had been killed by the... the Xenomorphs, Ripley called them, and the way that so few of them had survived - she had to admit, she was surprised that Vriess had survived the whole thing when the monsters had managed to pick off Christie, Elgyn, Hillard and even DiStephano. But glad, too.

She wasn't so surprised about Purvis dying, although she did feel sorry for him. The poor guy had a chest-burster in him, and he was pretty much doomed to die. He'd done his best when it had started to claw its way out of him. There wasn't a whole lot you could do about that.

She set to work on the pressure door. They needed to get that fixed before they hit the atmosphere again.

The crew had managed to set down on Earth, far enough away from the blast zone of the Auriga's crash to avoid the nastier effects. But as Johner said when the topic was brought up, "Earth's a shithole anyway. Who'll be able to tell the difference?" For now, the crew was safe, far away from the nightmare of the United System's illegal experiment gone wrong. Or so they thought.

As the original Ellen Ripley had come to learn, the Xenomorphs were hardy survivors, coming away from disasters that would destroy lesser organisms. The drone resting in the shadowy corner of the Betty's cargo bay was no exception. He had gotten aboard the ship before even the crew had, waiting patiently for the humans so that he could bring them to his Queen.

He had not expected for the humans to kill the hybrid, and then carry him away to another of their worlds. And now, the creature was awakening to the one thing his species feared: being alone. When in vast numbers, they could be careless with their lives, but when they were alone, separated from the hive, it wasn't just their lives on the line, but the future of their species.

Call rubbed the back of her neck, and then the back of her wrist, two places where her android qualities showed through though she tried to hide them. They often felt uncomfortable. She was supposed to be alone, but the itch, and her superior senses that enabled her to hear, see, and feel better than regular humans, told her otherwise. But the fact that she wasn't an android any more wasn't so sure. It was hard to be certain. Almost impossible to be certain. And worrying. She remembered the monsters from USM Auriga.

The drone awakened from his hibernation hungry, alone, and ready to hunt. The creature could feel the electrical impulses of life on the planet as well as the thrum of the human structure around him. His quadraphonic hearing picked up and located sounds nearby in the steel ship; someone was on board with him, and judging from the lack of others... this one was alone. It would make for good prey. The Xenomorph slowly uncurled and slunk through the shadows, a nightmarish mix of insect, reptile, and something else entirely, like the worst of the human subconscious brought to physical life. It stalked its new prey, crawling along the walls and ceiling, and remaining unseen, waiting for the right time and position to strike.

"Is there somebody there?" Call called out, her voice shaking slightly, hoping that somebody would respond. That would mean there was a human there. If not... well, she never doubted her senses, and that would mean that it was something else that had snuck its way on board the ship. Even Ripley, who wasn't fully human, hadn't wanted the Xenomorphs to come to Earth. The idea of them being on Earth was beyond nightmarish, "Is there anybody there?" she called again.

The drone heard the pitiful sounds from the fragile creature as she came into view. There was something odd about this prey, something the Xenomorph couldn’t quite point out, but it mattered little. His prey was defenceless and weak against his kind, and alone, this one was going to be no challenge at all. Drooling in anticipation of the coming kill, the drone leapt out of the shadows with a horrifying screech, grasping the fragile prey's shoulders and driving her hard onto the floor with the drone's weight.

"Oh, Asimov!" Call screamed in terror, trying to fight off the Xenomorph as its vicious claws dug into her, "No!" she screamed, even though there was almost certainly no way the Xenomorph could understand a thing she was saying, "No, I can't be a host! And I can't be food! Don't kill me!"

The Xenomorph hissed in Call's face as it pinned the android to the ground, its steamy, hot breath washing over her face, its inner jaws poised to strike, but the alien did not seem to be in a hurry to kill his prey. This close to his prey, the drone came to a startling realization; the creature wasn't human. She felt too dense to be human, didn't smell or taste quite right. Oh sure, she looked enough like one, but looks weren't everything. The alien creature had no understanding of the concepts of organic or inorganic material, but he instinctively knew that Call was inedible and inadequate host material.

The android was of no use to the drone, and she was no threat either, so the best course of action would be just to leave her... but the alien found itself curious about this new oddity, unlike any of the humans it had encountered. Rather than puncturing her synthetic skull in, the drone slowly extended it's jawed tongue and slid it over Call's face, sampling her taste and smearing some of the alien's slime on her.

"Ugh! Stop! Stop it!" Call cried out, twisting violently under the drone as its sticky, slimy saliva stuck to her synthetic skin, "Ripley! Vriess! Johner! Help me!" Despite her terror however, she found herself almost surprised that it hadn't killed her already. According to Ripley, these things were killing machines; by now it should have pulled off her head or something. But it hadn't, and that was more worrying than reassuring. It wasn't as if it was human. Humans murdered. The Xenomorphs mostly followed their instincts.

It wasn't fair to say that they lacked intelligence, however, because they had plenty of that, and it was on display now with the drone that was holding Call down. His curiosity had overridden other concerns for the moment, and that seemed fine to him. He had time to spend, and in his short life, he hadn't had a chance to examine one of these beings up close. Hissing in her face, he slid his clawed hands over the android's body, feeling the contours of her body, somewhat surprised to realise that humans wore something that wasn't really a part of themselves. It was an... alien concept to the slick, chitinous Xenomorph who had all he needed built into his physiology.

"Get OFF! Don't TOUCH me!" Call screamed at the Drone, shocked and horrified that it was touching her like that. A lifetime of acting human had left her almost totally human. And her second generation form was almost identical to that of a human female. Admittedly her genitals had only limited functionality, but her first generation makers had built her with the intention of making a person, just like every other surviving second generation android, and she was very aware of the Xenomorph touching her. And it wasn't something she enjoyed.

The android's struggles hardly fazed the tough alien, and her frightened screams actually excited him, lighting up the hunting instincts that relished the panicked sounds of prey that knew it was doomed. It was the sound of success. The Xenomorph continued its examination; beneath him was a creature that was so soft and fragile that it was a wonder it could survive at all. It was truly alien and yet defenceless without the strange, sound weapons their species carried. Despite the fact that this was merely a synthetic human, it still felt alive, even if its biorhythms didn't seem normal. It radiated heat and scent, drawing the predatory Xenomorph in. After a while of hearing more protests and screams, the alien grew impatient with the clothing concealing most of Call, flexing his claws across them, shredding them while being careful not to hurt the synthetic flesh beneath. He didn't want to hurt her. Yet.

Call's shrieks increased in volume as the Drone's claws tore aside her clothes. She couldn't explain why the monster was so interested in her when she was neither a threat nor any kind of use to it, and its interest in her body was truly terrifying. But the massive tears in her clothes made her flinch, and she tried to cover her breasts, now showing through the material, "Ripley!" she screamed louder, "Vriess! Johner! Help me!"

Instinct told the Drone that while it could not understand what the android was saying, it was communicating in a way that requested aid. That was not acceptable. Stealth came second nature to the alien predator, and he did not want to draw more attention to himself, especially not now. Fortunately, the android's screams opened another opportunity. The Xenomorph thrust its piston-like tongue into Call's open mouth, muffling her screams. The drone closed its thin lips over Call's as he probed and tasted her, his elongated, clawed fingers tears away the clothing on her chest and gripping her torso roughly.

Muffled and terrified, Call clawed at the Xenomorph, trying to push the monster away by kicking and punching. As its claws dug into her, she started to bleed sticky white silicon. Her screams were almost totally muffled by the thing's toothed tongue.

The alien creature paused, curious about the white fluid that had leaked out of the android rather than blood. It did not smell very tasty, but he assumed it was vital to Call's life. Best not to draw too much of it. The drone continued his perverse kiss as his moist, chitinous hands rubbed over her belly and chest, finding her soft skin curious, in sharp contrast to his own tough hide. His flexible, barbed tail slid up one of her pant legs, shredding the cloth as it went.

Call screamed again, although the cry was still muffled. As her trousers were torn all the way up her leg, she gasped as the monster pulled aside her clothes, leaving her dressed in nothing but her underwear and boots.

The alien pulled away his tongue, and the moment it left Call's mouth, she screamed loudly again. Almost casually, a black, armoured hand clamped around her mouth, again muffling her as the Xenomorph moved his eyeless face over her body. Hot breath escaped him and bits of slime dribbled off onto her body as he rubbed his face against her skin, breathing in Call's scent until his face came to a stop between her legs. Here the smells were strongest, most intriguing to the monster from the depths of space, and his inner jaw slid out to grip the last bit of clothing in the way, tearing the underwear with a snap of his mouth.

Her screams still muffled, Call flailed wildly, trying to push the Xenomorph away from her. She had no idea what it was trying to do to her, but the actions were terrifying, filling her with fear as she kicked at it, trying to make it move away.

The creature was large and heavy, though, and while she wasn't human, she wasn't made for truly heavy lifting, either. The Xenomorph's hot, steamy breath pulsed against her exposed slit as the creature sniffed deeply, intrigued by what he had discovered. The panting, sweating, terrified being beneath him was female. The drone had only been born a matter of hours ago and had yet to take a mate. Call wasn't of his species, but the parts were right, the soft android was attractive in her own way, and the way she screamed was so delightful... yes, she would do nicely.

Making up his mind, the drone scanned to make sure that no one was close enough to interrupt them and then slowly, methodically, climbed back up her body, hands clutching at her shoulders to hold her down. Between the Xenomorph's legs, something that Call had never been informed about as being part of their anatomy had slipped out of its protective cavity and was swelling rapidly in arousal.

"NO! OH NO!" Call shrieked, desperately trying to push the animal off, and crossing her legs, in a frantic attempt to block any entrance. She had never realised that the animals were so horrifically sexual. It was beyond her worst nightmares, and her screams increased in volume, "Don't, PLEASE DON'T!" she screamed again, even though she knew that the insect-like creature couldn't possibly understand her.

He didn't understand her words, although he got the general gist of her sounds, and he simply didn't care. Concepts of human morality did not apply to how his species thought. To them, there was only what they wanted and what they needed. Nothing else. Without hesitation, the creature grasped and forced her legs apart, thrusting forward to drive himself into the small female, hissing in delight.

Call continued to scream, this time in pain as well as terror as her internals were damaged. More of the sticky silicon fluid flowed out of her synthetic vagina as she tried to fight off the Xenomorph. While it was not quite as painful as it would be for a human, it was still both terrifying and extremely damaging.

The Xenomorph male made an unearthly squeal of pleasure as he drew back and buried himself inside her once again, trembling from the new sensations. It felt better than he expected, especially doing this with something not of his species. Holding himself over her, the Xenomorph began a viscous rhythm, pounding in and out of Call, her passage lubricated by the synthetic fluid that served as her blood.

Call continued to scream as loud as she could manage, struggling against the Xenomorph while at the same time trying to cover herself up. The silicon lubricated her painfully, and she tried to ram a solid elbow into its midriff, "Get the FUCK off me you BASTARDATED MOTHERFUCKER!" she screamed at the monster.

The alien hissed loudly back in her face, twisting his face to the side almost playfully, enjoying the mix of aggression and fear, feeding off it. His thrust became faster and more energetic, his claws leaving scratches in the floor on either side of her head.

Call screamed again, trying to pull away from the Xenomorph. She managed to kick the Xenomorph in the middle, even though she had almost nothing to hold onto, trying to pull her arms free from its tight grip, "Let GO of me!" she screamed again, kicking harder.

The drone grunted, starting to feel the hits to his torso. The Xenomorph hissed threateningly in her face, one clawed hand shoving her roughly against the steel floor. The claws of his other hand dug into her shoulder, drawing more white blood. Pinning her down, he continued his merciless rape of the android.

Call screamed again, silicon pouring out of her. She managed to free one hand, and punched the Drone a couple of times in the face, even if it wasn't going to be perfect.

The Xenomorph screeched in irritation, biting down on her hand in response. He could have simply torn the appendage from her body, but he didn't know if that would kill her or not, and a corpse simply would not be as useful to him. He was close now, regardless, and there was nothing the little female could do about it. Her struggles only made it sweeter. The drone's breath came out faster, his repeated thrusts growing rougher, his squeals and hisses becoming louder.

Still bleeding heavily, Call tried to twist away from the Xenomorph as she screamed in pain and tried to pull away again as it thrust into her. Because she was a robot, she didn't cry, but she was very aware of how abrupt the pain was, both between her thighs and in the places where its claws were digging into her.

The drone seemed oblivious to her struggles now, caught up in the building wave of pleasure within him as he thrust in and out of her in a blur of motion. Finally, he tensed up and thrust into her one final time, screeching loudly as he emptied his load inside the wounded android. For a thing that barely had a face, the drone seemed to be leering at her.

Call screamed again, and tried to push the drone away from her, swatting out back-handed at it even as it drooled all over her face, "Get off! Get away! Stay away from me!" she screamed.

The alien was quite satisfied. The thing left to do now was to decide what to do with Call. Killing her would remove a potential future threat and help cover his tracks... but any possibility of a future performance would be gone. On the other hand, he could leave her and come back another time for more. Yes... that appealed to the drone more. Leaning in, the Xenomorph hissed and gently nibbled on Call's ear before pulling out of her and slinking away just as quickly and quietly he had appeared, disappearing into the shadows and heading for the open door. For now, he had resources to gather and a hive to build.

"Oh... Asimov..." Call panted again, pulling her clothes back on, both her trousers and her shirt. She managed to sit up, and staggered to her feet, silicon trickling down her body. She had to find the others and warn them, right now. They had to know that there was a Xenomorph in the ship, something that would kill them all, that would lay a Queen and result in death for them all - and for thousands of humans too.

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Harley: Okay, so you’ve read it, why not review it? Tell me what you think, and if you want me to get Froggy to get the Xenomorph to come back for Call, or just leave it at that?

Froggy: Should it be multi-chapter, or not? Because if it is multi-chapter, Call sure as HELL ain’t gonna start enjoying being raped by a giant insectoid alien thing.