This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.
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Phoebe had returned to her previous job at the security station, monitoring the activities of the colonists through the facility. It had been a bit... tenuous, coming back to this job. If nothing else, than because people looked at members of the CPA a little less favourably than the somewhat diminished views they had even before the invasion. Mostly because people saw the CPA as a bit... pompous or out of their league. But they did actual work in this place, not to mention the Marine Squad had fared no better than any of the CPA Officers that tried to fight back.
Though, it was a little bit of a moot point when no one was dead, everyone was back to their work, only now, they had the 'invaders' walking and helping alongside them. Along with more... 'amorous' activities. She'd seen more than her fair share of intimate encounters between the xenomorphs -- as the name had been revealed to be -- and various human colonists through her security cameras; she wasn't sure what to think, knowing she was effectively a voyeur, spying on these sexual activities... though it was not entirely her fault; there were no cameras in the private quarters in the colony, and nor were there any in places like bath rooms and restrooms.
At least, not where people would be expected to be seen without clothes. That didn't stop the aliens from dragging humans into maintenance or janitorial closets or any other unoccupied room for some 'fun'. They often didn't ask, but even then, they seemed to be selective; people who weren't busy, didn't have a place to be in a timely manner, or people they just sensed were bored. It had something to do with pheromones, apparently, but beyond that, she didn't know much at all.
It didn't matter. She still took her job seriously, but as much as Phoebe should've been jaded about the scenes she often witnessed, her own experiences meant she was always rather... flustered, when viewing a xenomorph pinning down some man and riding him until his face looks like it was going to compact in on itself in ecstasy, or a woman bent over and mounted to have eggs laid in her womb... the latter of which she was familiar with. Even the mere thought gave her a tingle in her loins. None of what should've been traumatic was... just distracting from her job. Of course, despite that, the majority of the time, she saw few things interesting through her security monitors... though it was still odd to see xenomorphs crawling through, into and out of ventilation ducts, especially now that they were all fully functioning again... and of course, since no one paid them any heed unless they were suddenly being dragged away... again, selectively.
Other aliens, they walked with humans as if equals, providing assistance to colonists for varying tasks and day-to-day jobs and seemingly just watching and learning with close interest. And even now, she was being watched herself, Phoebe fully aware of the xenomorph clinging to the ceiling above her... almost like it was lounging. She grumbled, and continued to flick through her monitors, waiting for any to automatically pickup what the system's algorithms detected as 'unusual behaviour'... which was how she often ended up observing an interspecies mating ritual. As she watched, one of her colleagues sauntered up beside her, carrying two cups of artificial coffee. He set one down next to her on her desk, and kept his own in hand, smiling as he watched the various goings-on the monitors revealed.
"So, anything interesting?" he asked.
"Besides a particular lack of shame or decency?" she retorted with dry sarcasm. "Nothing much. Not since that male we caught stealing medicine from the infirmary. How did you catch him again?"
"Well, all we had to do was confront him, fortunately; with this many people, we don't actually have to worry about much violence; it's a close community, and he sure doesn't have anywhere to run. Our friends wouldn't help him, so we don't have to worry about troublemakers running off to them... they'll just drag them straight back to us... after screwing them into oblivion, of course," he remarked with a slight chuckle of amusement.
Phoebe just curled the corner of her lip slightly in a dry expression; the aliens did so love 'punishing' people by literally fucking them until they were exhausted... it was surprisingly effective, actually. It seemed such encounters were more than most people could manage, so despite the pleasure in it, it actually frightened some people. Herself included. But, the aliens were generally rather civilised, in their own way, despite their violent and forceful 'introduction'.
"Well, as long as they don't break them before we have them in custody; it'd be hard to keep this all a secret if we have to report people going insane," she quipped. Her co-worker chuckled, and took a sip of his coffee.
"Oh well. Hopefully, whenever we are revealed... well, that we don't have to worry about this place turning into a warzone... there'd be hundreds, thousands of people who'd happily sign up to live alongside these things... I know I would, knowing what they're like now."
His words weren't entirely inaccurate; it was often brought up in administerial meetings and discussions among colonists, that eventually, the little 'setup' of cohabitation here would no longer be a secret, that it'd be revealed to humanity at large... so, the idea was to get people into positions of influence to send the
right
sort of people here, so when it did eventually happen, nobody would want a fight, and that things could remain peaceful. But he was perhaps a little optimistic... she didn't think too much on it.
She knew now that this job at Victor's Post would be a permanent station, and as prudish and flustered as she seemed at the various goings-on around the colony... she didn't want to give up what she had here. She felt more alive than she had in a long time. She blushed a little, and then returned to her work, prompting her colleague to smirk, roll his eyes and walk away to his own station. Phoebe tapped in a small report onto her computer, when she suddenly felt a set of breasts come to rest on her head, heavy and supple, chitinous hands wrapping around her waist, and her own bust, gently gripping at her mounds, whilst the alien growled playfully.
Phoebe gasped softly and then shook her head, groaning as a bright red blush formed on her face.
"L-Look... I'm working right now," she said. The alien chuckled, and gently eased the pressure it placed on the top of her head with its bust, but it didn't let her go. Perhaps it knew that, though she was indeed working right now, she was soon going to be off work for a little while... more than enough time for them to perform whatever lecherous deed on the vulnerable security officer that they had in mind. She tried to keep focused, but the set of breasts on her head were distracting; she knew how delightful they were to touch and squeeze...
'
No, no Phoebe, you still have work to do,'
she thought, trying to keep her focus. Fortunately, the alien didn't interfere any more than it already had, simply watching what she was doing -- however the hell that worked without any eyes -- and waited for her to be finished. Time moved slowly, the feeling of the xenomorph's breasts atop of her head tugging at Phoebe's thoughts. She knew the alien wanted something from her... or rather, wanted to
do