"Uh, ok. Yeah I guess it does," Cyan looked downward to the floor. "Hey Doc, do you think if I survive this, then maybe I could take you to dinner? Kinda like to celebrate?
Dr. Milani chuckled, "Sure. I think that'd be nice."
A few moments later Cyan was standing at a doorway with two guards on either side. The guards simultaneously flipped a switch on each side of the door causing it to open. Cyan peered inside and saw a brightly lit hallway, about 10 feet long, with another door at the end. That door had a window on it, about 4 feet tall and 2 feet wide. Cyan approached and looked inside to the dark room. He couldn't see anything.
"Press the button to your left when you're ready to enter," said a guard from behind him. They quickly closed the door behind Cyan, startling him. He took a deep breath and pushed the button. The windowed door in front of him slid to the left into the wall. He stood in the open door way, not moving. After a few seconds he slowly stepped in. He was startled yet again when the door slammed shut behind him. He could see out into the brightly lit hallway. There was no going back he thought as he turned back around to the dark room. His eyes slowly adjusted and he could see something on the wall. It was a round object, about 6 inches in diameter, and was glowing orange. It was illuminating a small bed right below it. He moved slowly toward the bed.
"I'll be ok, I'll be ok, this has been done before, no one has died, no one had died," he kept telling himself as he inched closer and closer to the bed. He sat on it and looked back to the door. He sat and waited.
Then an odd thing happened -- nothing. Cyan kept waiting and waiting and waiting there alone in the dark room. He'd stare back at the door, looking into the hallway; he'd examine the light source behind the bed. He couldn't tell what the thing was. Perhaps it was just something for mood lighting. He simply shrugged and continued waiting.
"Mood," he thought. "I'm certainly not in the mood. Maybe it, I mean 'she' got shy. Maybe she's not here today. Maybe she escaped and will kill all of us in a matter of hours. 'Xena the Xenomorph,'" he rolled his eyes and after a 30 minute wait, he lay back on the bed looking up into the darkness.
That's when he heard it. A scratching sound that came from above. But not above him and the bed, the sound came back toward the entrance of the room. Cyan propped himself on his elbows and gulped as he look back toward the windowed door. He heard the sound again. Something was there, but he couldn't see it. He heard it again; it sounded more like something with sharp claws was crawling on a padded surface of some kind. "That must be her..." he thought. Then he saw something that made his heart rate increase and sweat bead up on his forehead.
A tail - a large, skeletal, spiny tail uncoiled into view directly in front of the window. He could only see the silhouette of it, but he could make out the vertebrae and something else; something that made him miss home, miss his mother, miss a good meal. It was something that also made him thankful for living the 29 years he's lived so far. At the end of the silhouetted tail he saw an instrument of death. It was a long, slightly curved, spike. It looked like a foot long dagger used for spilling intestines or impaling some poor soul.
Cyan couldn't take his eyes off the coiling tail. Then he saw it, he saw her. As if in slow motion, she glided down from where she had been perched, landing with a soft thud sound. She had been right above the entrance to the room the entire time. She was crouched on her knees at first. Cyan could make out the four tube-like protrusions right behind her shoulders. He could also make out the shape of her head. Chills went down his spine, because he knew that at the front of the long, maybe 3 feet, dome-like head was another instrument of death. He knew what those metallic-like teeth could do. He knew that their inner jaws could smash through a person's chest or skull like it was nothing.
Cyan, unblinking, simply watched. She crouched for several minutes; her large domed head moving ever so slightly. He could see it shimmering, the saliva or slime or whatever it was that they seemed to be covered with was reflecting the light coming in from the windowed door behind her. The she slowly stood and Cyan was shocked at what he saw.
"Whoa," he thought as he watched the silhouetted creature rise to her feet. "What have scientists been doing to these things?"
The alien stood for several minutes facing toward Cyan as he lay on the bed about 20 feet away. Cyan stared, unable to look away, as she slowly started to approach him. Her silhouetted body was tall, thin, and an hourglass. He could see what looked to be two large breasts bulging out at the side. He saw nice shaped thighs and was totally hypnotized by the way her hips swayed seductively as she walked.
"Is she a bikini model or an extraterrestrial killing machine?" he thought as she got closer and closer with each step. He forgot to be afraid for a moment, and then quickly realized she was standing next to his bed. He looked up at her 7 foot frame and crawled to the edge of the bed, almost falling off. He tried to calm himself and relax. He knew that whatever sensory organs xenomorphs had that hers were focused on him. He could see her thighs and abdomen in the soft orange glow of the light source behind the bed. He could see the shiny, black, armored, exoskeleton plating. The plating looked different too. It was arranged in a pattern resembling human musculature. Abs, side oblique muscles, quadriceps and so on. His fear returned when she moved. She did something he wasn't expecting. She sat on the bed.
Chapter 4
Cyan, with his eyes wide, still propped up on his elbows watched the xenomorph. She was actually sitting on the bed, looking at him. After a few minutes she raised her 4-fingered hand. It had two, fused, long fingers and 2 thumb-like fingers on each side. She extended what could be considered an index finger and touched his shoulder. She rested her clawed finger there and then slowly dragged it down his torso. She barely used any force at all as the gown he was wearing remained intact. She scooted closer on the bed toward him. Cyan could make out her mouth in the dull orange light; it was dripping with watery fluid. She extended her index finger again except this time she lightly traced his cheek with it. He was totally confused at this point.
This creature, Xena, scooted closer on the bed to Cyan's upper body. He thought perhaps she'd trace his face again with her claw. Except this time she suddenly punched the light source above the bed causing another light on the ceiling, directly above the bed, to come on. Cyan was so startled by her fast movements and what he saw illuminated by the light that he nearly jumped off the mattress.
There she was, Xena in all her glory. She hissed at him and slowly opened her mouth to reveal her second inner mouth; both were dripping fluid off the grey, metallic-looking teeth. Her large black dome extended back behind her. He saw the four tube structures behind her shoulders, two on each side. Her exoskeleton shimmered in the light and the armored plate followed human musculature. The plating was organic and looked as though it was muscle itself. Then Cyan noticed something else, something he only saw as a silhouette earlier. She had breasts. At least they were shaped like them. They were actually nice too. They were black like the rest of her and were very smooth and perfectly round, not plated; they appeared as though they were soft tissue. The only plated or exoskeleton-looking part of her breasts was the areolas and nipples.
Cyan was more curious and amazed than horny. He actually wasn't horny at all. He was laying there on his bed looking at an extraterrestrial species that has been known for killing everything in sight. Except this particular one, and possibly more like it, was definitively feminine in appearance and actually from the neck down had a fairly nice body. "Wow," he thought as he stared at Xena's tits.
Xena moved again. She brought her large hand to Cyan's face and lightly, just barely, grazed it with her two large fingers. She hissed at him again, and leaned down. Cyan was paralyzed with fear and curiosity. She brought her frontal dome area to Cyan's right temple. He looked directly into her mouth, as it dripped onto his chest, and watched the second inner mouth slowly open and shut. She was nuzzling him.
Xena sat back up and ran her large hand slowly down Cyan's torso. He was starting to get slightly aroused at this point. Xena then lurched forward quickly, startling Cyan again. She reached up and grabbed her own breast and brought it inches away from his mouth. She hissed at him and he just stared at the large black tit in front of his face. She hissed again and he figured out was she was doing. He smiled awkwardly and kissed the nipple. It was hard, like her exoskeleton, but was nice and hard a larger opening than with humans. He kissed it again. It wasn't so bad he thought. She hissed at him again and this time Cyan got brave. He licked her nipple. It was so hard, like some sort of plastic, but it was great! He kept licking at it until she hissed at him again. He looked up at her and she let go of her breast. She leaned forward a bit, her tit dangling in his face, and Cyan slowly reached up to grab it with one hand. It was heavy, smooth, and rubbery, not hard like her nipple. There was a slight coating of fluid on it, but he didn't care at this point. He was actually pretty impressed by what the genetic engineers have done. She hissed again, he understood what she wanted. He quickly stuck her nipple in his mouth.
Cyan sucked hard, and sucked greedily. His mouth attempted to cover as much of her two inch diameter areola as possible. He sat up on the bed and grabbed her other tit, massaging it as he sucked hungrily at the other one. This was amazing he thought. He kept going for several minutes until Xena pushed him back on the bed, hard. He lay there looking up at her thinking that maybe he went too fast. His fear was quickly eliminated when she tore off his gown. She clutched at the loose side and with her claws tore it off his body like it was nothing. He lay there naked in front of her with a rock hard erection. It was her turn to explore.
