Part 2 of the AvP series. In terms of time, this chapter takes place simultaneously to what occurred in chapter 1. Just on a quick note, I realize that the whole concept of this story is a bit over the top in some regards. The characters having sex while there are xenos running around the colony trying to kill them and such. That was part of the enjoyment while writing this though; makes the whole thing kinda comical in a way. Also, for those of you "routing" for the aliens, don't worry, there will be xenomorph sex later on for sure. Anyways, enjoy!
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Private John Taylor scrambled frantically to get to the residential D-sector building that his marine companion, Alicia Jackson, was holed up in. He had promised her via radio that he would make his way back to her. He knew that the xenomorphs which had slaughtered or taken every member of their marine squad had infested the whole compound and that trying to get through to her was near-suicide. But Taylor knew that Alicia could very well be the last one left besides himself and he could not bring himself to leave the colony knowing that she is still alive.
Since he had reestablished radio contact with Alicia, his three remaining marine squadmates had been taken by the menacing xenomorphs along the way. If they hadn't been simply killed on the spot, then they had surely been turned into breeding hosts for the monsters like the rest of their sixteen member squad and the colonists that they had been sent in to find.
Now he was alone on one side of the compound just as Alicia was alone on the other side. All he had on him was his single radio, flashlight and small satchel of other random supplies. Unlike Alicia, Taylor didn't have the luxury of a motion tracker or weapons; they had all been lost during the previous encounters with the xenos, this made it even more crucial for him to not lower his guard while traversing the compound. As he ran as quickly as he could through the desolate streets of the abandoned colony complex, he hefted the pack over his shoulder and kept his flashlight in hand and ready.
He stopped briefly, scanning his eyes around him for xenos but deducted that he was alone for the time being. He quickly drew up the complex schematics from his PDA, using his fingers to quickly cycle through the various structure designs. Finally, he surmised that he had to pass through a large motor pool directly to his north in order to make his way back to the residential district that Alicia resided in. He pocketed his PDA and took a deep, exasperated breath, before moving forward to the motor pool.
He tapped a bypass code onto the nearby door mechanism and clicked on his flashlight as the garage door drew open noisily. He stepped his way inside and quickly directed the beam of his light in every direction of the motor pool, anticipating seeing the swishing tail of one of the xenomorphs or a hive of facehuggers waiting for him in the garage. Fortunately, there appeared to be neither of the two that he could see; just a long line of transport trucks and tractors stretching to the far end of the room.
Taylor took another breath and began walking along the outer edge of the motor pool, hearing the eerie echo of his own footsteps resonating through the room. After moments of walking alongside the line of parked vehicles, shining his light across all random areas of the room, his heart suddenly missed a beat when a loud shriek filled the chamber. He stood as still as a statue and frantically pointed his light all over the room and readied himself. Suddenly a lone xeno bolted out from under the tractor straight ahead, skittering at lightning fast speed away from him.
Taylor kept walking, slower this time, through the seemingly endless motor pool, awaiting the untimely arrival of another terrifying xenomorph. Ahead of him, another ear-piercing screech resonated throughout the entire room again, followed by the sounds of exchanged blows and hand-to-hand combat. He quickened his pace, running to the end of the line of vehicles as the sounds of fighting and noises got louder. When he got to the last vehicle and was about to round the corner, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, nearly dropping his light in shock.
There, around the corner was a xenomorph, presumably the one that Taylor had seen minutes before, engaged in viscous melee combat with someone...or something. The taller, more humanoid figure, was slashing at the xenomorph with a wristblade of some kind, grunting through its mask as it sank blow after blow into the flailing xeno. Taylor drew himself back a few feet, looking on hesitantly in the direction of the two figures but not intervening. As he looked on, his eyes were fixed on the new figure slashing at the xeno; it was clearly not human but obviously no friend to the xenos either. It was tall, about half a foot taller than Taylor, and had an exotic skin color to it; a mix of brown and olive.
The humanoid alien suddenly won the battle, swinging its wristblade around in a swift arc, completely severing the xeno's eyeless head from his black, skeleton-like body. The decapitated xeno slumped to the floor and the hunter let out a noise similar to a snort through its mask. It knelt down and examined its fallen prey before running its fingers gently over the wires that held its mask on, and pulling them out. Taking both of its clawed hands, the creature drew off its mask and dropped it to the floor with a slight clang. As Taylor watched, the creature grabbed on to one of the fingers of its fallen prey and broke it off with an audible snap and squeezed out a few droplets of acidic blood from its limb. It then brought it up its face, still out of sight of Taylor, and drew it in a line across its forehead.
Taylor watched with curiosity and a slight twinge of fear as the creature branded itself with the superficial line of acidic blood, marking itself with the killing of the xeno. It hissed slightly from the stinging of being touched with acidic blood but continued to run the line across its forehead regardless. After it finished, it dropped the limb and turned slightly to the side, looking up at the ceiling for any sign of more xenos.
It was then that the watchful Taylor realized that this alien creature was actually female. During the fight with the xeno, the creature's back had been turned and Taylor had been so terrified and fascinated by the conflict that he didn't even think about the creature's gender. The creature was clearly larger than the average human and stronger of course, the broad shoulders and muscles were an indication of that. However, right there on her chest was a rather large, plump pair of breasts. They, like the rest of its body, had an exotic color mix to them, their olive coating highlighted by the black nipples in the center. The thrashing xeno had apparently ripped off the creature's breastplate during the fight. And now her hidden feminine features were on display for the watchful human male.
To Taylor's utter shock, he suddenly felt himself sprouting an erection as he gazed, captivated by this creature's huge breasts. The voice of reason in the back of his head told him that this was insane as the creature was clearly another species and a natural-born killer at that. And yet, all he could think about in that moment was thrusting his penis up in between those two exotic jugs and erupting all over them.
