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(F/alien, reluc, preg, sci-fi) by Emton (god@fulu.dhs.org)
Many thanks to the people who graciously offered to edit: Denny, Stasya, Kellis and The Apprentice. If you don't like the story now, you should have seen it before these people went to work on it. Thanks a million, guys.


'Shit!' was Maria's first thought. 'This isn't happening. This can't be fucking happening.'

Maria released her grip on the pressure-door button and allowed herself to catch her breath. That was four inches of pure steel between her and that damn xeno. The alien could pound on the other side all it wanted because it was not getting in that way.

Getting back to the drop-ship was a definite no-no. With the APC gone it was twelve clicks on foot over open terrain with the aliens taking numbers to rip her to shreds. Add to the equation a pulse rifle nearly out of ammo, a sprained ankle and, oh yeah, she was the last one alive in the squad. She'd last as long as the average snowball in hell.

The mission was fubar and only her survival mattered. Technically there was still a chance: seal off the section and wait for search and rescue to get their thumbs out. Maria tasted blood after all the running and swallowed hard as she got back on her feet, gripping the rifle tightly.

Inching her way along the corridor, she recited her bughunter mantras like a good grunt: check for air-ducts, watch for shadows and don't bunch up (like there was anyone to bunch up with). Each one and a myriad of other bits of single-serving wisdom had been bought with the life of at least one marine before her. Just like the one she was currently obeying: if all else fails, run, hide and wait. It wasn't the typical approach for a marine but he who fought and ran away, got to kick ass another day.

The faint red glow of the second pressure-door button was barely visible but her fingers found the small disc and pushed. The sudden lurch just as they started to close was Maria's gripe numero uno with whole installation. Nearby xenos always seemed to pounce when startled or when there's rapid movement nearby and doors were no exception. You could walk slowly through a dormant group with hardly a care, only to have your intestines handed to you when you activated a door.

The door closed, however, and Maria sighed in relief. They hadn't radioed since this morning so that left the standard seventeen days in this hellhole before search and rescue would send a mop-up crew to have a look around. The bugs weren't getting through the doors so if she could just keep from doing something stupid she'd be okay.

"Fuck," Maria muttered, "even kids have made it in these kinds of situations. Get a grip, marine." She was a marine with a secure perimeter and nothing was more dangerous than a marine backed up in a corner.

Except perhaps, the reason the marine is in the corner in the first place.

Maria flipped a switch and the red emergency lighting was replaced. The antiseptic look of the fluorescent lights gave the hallway that cheerful "everything's just dandy, go back to sleep" look.

'Go to sleep here and you'll never wake up again,' she thought. 'Just like those civvies in the off-duty rooms.' Christ, that place had been a mess. The lucky ones had probably not even known what happened. The few who were awake enough to try to defend themselves, were now decorating the walls.

Xenos were funny that way. Some of their victims they just offed on the spot, others were pulled back into the nest for implanting with the next xeno generation. No one knew exactly what made you a breeder and what made you a threat but the eggheads had mentioned something about pheromones. They came up with a spray that was supposed to make the bugs think you were already impregnated and not worth attacking. It had taken about five seconds before that theory was shot to hell: aliens 1, eggheads nil, marines up the proverbial river.

Room 1 was clear: nothing spectacular except a few bunks and what looked to be a makeshift hospital. 'Must've been some tough civvies to last long enough to need a hospital,' she thought. Then again, miners *were* tough. Odd that there were none around, though.

The second room nearly made Maria believe in Santa again. It wasn't exactly a gourmet kitchen, but there were enough rations and cooking gear to put her Meals-Readyto-Eat to shame. She'd have to count it all up and divide the rations. There was probably plenty for the two weeks and then some.

If the first two rooms were lucky, the third and last was a fucking blessing. Showers! After all the bad karma she'd had lately, it was only fair but *damn* what a break.

It was all like a hero's welcome. The heated tiles below her boots and the clean, beige walls almost beckoned her to strip right there and get wet. Better yet, she actually could. The perimeter was locked up tighter than a chastity belt and apparently she was the only one on the inside.

The realisation stunned her. She was safe and could relax! The pulse rifle fell to the floor as did Maria in a sobbing heap. She was exhausted. The adrenaline rush always did this to her after a mission, only this time the mission wasn't entirely over yet. Sgt. Gomez and she had a little ritual after every nest-wipe. As soon as they got back to the ship, they'd strip naked and hump like rabbits in Gomez's quarters. It was even a squad joke. "It ain't over til the little lady screams."

It wasn't much of a joke anymore. The squad was gone and she'd done enough screaming for the rest of her life. Even Gomez was gone. Toughest son of a bitch in the whole USCM was currently xeno-lunch about twenty meters below.

Right after they'd smoked the queen and started to pull out, a few lucky bugs had caught them off guard by dropping from the ceiling. Weird things too, running on all fours and even barking like dogs. Rumour had it that the embryos implanted by the spider-like facehuggers could adapt to the host's DNA and got certain characteristics from it. True or not, dogs were just not something the squad had prepared for. Sharp fangs and acid splash had taken them out in record time, leaving only Gomez and her. More of the fuckers had come from a different hall and Gomez had yelled for Maria to save herself as he flipped the safeties off two grenades.

The blast blew her into an adjacent chamber, hence the ankle. She half ran, half limped for all she was worth towards the safety of the heavy pressure doors separating the mines from the installation.

She didn't know how many of the things were left or if there were any more than the one that had chased her. At least the queen was a smoking hole in the ground and the egg-chamber was one big barbecue. If only the bugs had the good sense to realise when they were beaten she'd be halfway to the seedier pleasure-houses on Arcturus by now.

Trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of her fatigues. Sweat-soaked garments were discarded and her naked feet touched the warm, friendly tiles. It was a pocket of safety in the middle of chaos. The water warmed quickly and Maria balled herself up under the warm spray. She was too exhausted to do anything but let the warmth spread through her body.

She didn't love Gomez, but he was more than a friend. Their after-mission ritual was a thing of convenience rather than tenderness. A good old-fashioned fuck was a great way of relieving tension for both of them. Besides, human company was much more preferable than paying a visit to Athena, the squad android, for such things.

Especially since the sexist bastards at HQ only supplied female androids for relief.

The memories of intimate times with the sarge warmed as much from within as the water warmed her from without. Maria found herself feeling a need for her pussy to be filled, her breasts suckled and her ears sweet-talked to. Preferably in that order.

A hand travelled between her legs, stroking her slit but not penetrating. She was too tired for anything more than the slow waves of comfort spreading from her gentle caresses. Never quite touching her clit, her hand moved slowly and delicately, evoking familiar relief in the middle of hell.

The water was tepid when Maria heard a noise. Or did she? Suddenly she was cold to the bone and huddled up in a corner of the shower like a frightened animal. All her senses were working overtime, heart pounding in her chest.

Slowly, as in a nightmare, a black shadow rose outside the curtain, long tube-like protrusions from its back marking the silhouette of an all too familiar demon.

Her marine instincts took over. She jumped into a crouch and kicked with all her might directly at the back of the head through the shower curtain. Sometimes that threw the things off. Her foot connected. The alien screamed and fell back. Again she tried to kick but misjudged the distance. The creature took the opportunity and jumped toward the shower, ripping the plastic curtain down over Maria and knocking the wind out of her as its bulk pressed her down.

Clawed fingers ripped away the curtain. She stared straight into the mass of glassy teeth hanging inches above her face. Long strands of saliva dripped from the fangs when the demon opened its jaws. The inner jaw slowly extended.

Fear paralysed the woman as the alien held her down and examined her, sniffing her face and biting at her hair with its small inner mouth. The shower was still pouring water on them and the water droplets made a drumming sound against the exoskeleton of her attacker. The clawed hands probed her neck then her shoulders and between her breasts almost down to her stomach. Maria was too afraid even to breathe while the alien probed her.

At length the prodding stopped. She wasn't sure any more whether the drumming was the water from the shower or the beating of her own heart. When the alien withdrew slightly and looked down on her, she mustered all the strength and courage she could and drove a pointed fist deep into the soft flesh of the creature's throat. The shriek was deafening and while clutching its throat with one hand the alien lunged for her with the other. The open hand connected and the world became black.


Maria awoke in a very warm place. She was in a small round chamber with soft, rubbery walls and slightly firmer floor. The chamber was a cylinder only tall enough to crouch in. Its diameter was slightly greater than her height. She silently thanked God she wasn't claustrophobic. Everything was warm to the touch and covered in the same transparent mucus that also covered her naked body. At first disgusted, she tried to wipe the slime off but it was hopeless. The film, strangely, had no smell and resembled thick water more than anything else. She wiped as much as she could out of her short hair and left the rest.

The only light came from the other side of a semitransparent membrane covering a slim opening in the dome. Maria turned toward a slit in the wall and gently pushed at the thick film that covered it. Instantly there was a wet noise outside and something slithered toward the chamber. She recoiled back to the opposite end, heart again pounding. How the hell was she going to escape this place?

The slithering came closer and again she saw the shadow, this time on the thin layer covering the slit. Something touched the membrane and it was ripped open by the same type of clawed hands that had probed her before. The alien slowly penetrated the slit in the wall and slid forward into the dome with her. When it was through, the slit closed for a second as if in a gulp mimicking her own but when the lips of the opening relaxed, the membrane was whole again.

Should she attack? Enraging the beast might make her death quicker. Much as she wanted to, she just couldn't get herself to do anything but sit and watch. She drew her breath. For some reason, she wasn't as afraid of the creature as before. Death was inevitable. With any luck, it would be quick and painless. 'Why isn't it attacking?'

A horrible thought crossed her mind. Her Hands flew up to her chest, feeling for a lump or protrusion. She felt nothing. Nor was her throat sore. She hadn't been implanted, at least not yet. The squad had made good work toasting all the eggs seen, but some drones always tried to hide a few. Perhaps one was being brought here now. 'Why the fuck is it just sitting there?'

As if answering her question, the alien reached out and grabbed her leg, pulling her toward and under it. Maria closed her eyes and waited for the final blow, but none came. Again the probing began, the claws kneading the flesh of her arms, shoulders and breasts this time while the inner mouth lightly touched her face.

The small chamber was much more cramped than the shower and the creature was even closer than it had been previously. Lying almost on top of her, it coated her with more of the room's mucus. Its body above her was warm, like the soft floor below.

Maria felt like she'd had more than a drink too many. The insect-like body on top of her should have terrified her but the fear was faint. She mused idly if it was the peace of the damned that dulled her. Before long she even began to feel comfortable sandwiched between the warmth of the creature and the floor. Her hands went up to the alien and her fingers did a little probing of their own.

The rubbing continued for awhile. Something deep inside her was screaming in terror but the voice of reason was all but gone. She arched her back and pressed her chest against the alien just to see what it would feel like and was rewarded with almost gentle caresses of her breasts. Dammit if memories of Gomez weren't flashing through her mind! She was getting excited.

A new stiffness against her knee got her attention. She looked down and was mildly surprised to see the creature had a penis. Not entirely unlike a man's but the head was smaller and the base was thicker. They weren't supposed to have those, she thought. The workers and soldiers were females. Only the... Only the breeders were males.

That registered. There would be no facehugger for her, no eggs brought to the chamber to impregnate her. She made a lazy attempt to break free from the bug and turned around to crawl... where? She was on all fours ready to get away but in her haze forgot where the opening was.

Suddenly she felt a very insistent claw on her shoulder. She turned slightly, but felt a pair of jaws close on the soft flesh of her neck. Saliva flowed around her throat and droplets slid down and off her breasts. Another claw, this one on the other shoulder, pressing her down with the alien still lightly biting her neck.

She was still on her knees, with her face almost touching the floor. She could feel the weight of the alien settling on top of her, its cock poking her thighs. The little voice of panic was still there but she shut it out. It wasn't so bad, she told herself. It was actually quite nice. She repeated the thought in astonishment. It *was* nice.

She felt the tip of its cock resting just between her outer lips when the creature suddenly curled its back and drove it fully inside her in one slow but forceful stroke. The bite tightened, as did the claws. Slowly at first, the alien started fucking her with periodic but insistent thrusts.

A moan escaped Maria's lips. This was just what she needed. Tension left her body as she gave herself entirely to the wonderful feeling of the dick inside her. No one was talking sweet little words in her ear, but two out of three wasn't bad at all. Why had she been so afraid?

'The mucus,' she realised. It was a drug. 'To hell with it,' she thought next. The alien was bringing her pleasure. In a way it was *her* beast. There was something perversely safer in being fucked by an animal than a human. She started kneading her breasts and teasing the nipples along with the thrusting.

The fucking increased in tempo. The alien wasn't pausing between strokes, but kept a steady rhythm, driving its cock deep within her on every thrust. Maria couldn't help but grin in sheer ecstasy over the energy the alien put into its "lovemaking". It was heaven.

Before long, the thrusting slowed a little, but increased in force. Still biting her neck, the alien had moved its hands to her hips the better to impale her. Maria was almost on the edge herself, hands now braced against the soft walls to be able to thrust back against the wonderful cock giving her such pleasure.

With a mighty shove, the alien buried itself deep in her pussy. She came immediately after, feeling something thick sliding out of the pulsating cock and into her. It wasn't semen. It felt more like a slug of some sort, but it wriggled so deliciously inside her that she threw all worry to the wind. Half a laugh escaped her and she was a bit disappointed to feel the alien pulling out.

In an ecstatic daze, Maria writhed in the warm mucus. She didn't have any idea what would happen to her but didn't much care. If this was what breeding with the aliens was like, she'd happily do it again if she could.

-=Emton=-