Hive Harlot (Alien: Isolation)

A/N: Hive Harlot was a commissioned one shot originally written back in October of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Alien Sex, Breeding, Mind Break

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Slowly waking up, Amanda Ripley groans and shakes her head, trying to remember where she was and what was happening. Of course, when she tries to move and finds herself tied down, that groggy sensation turns into clarifying panic. Eyes snapping open, Amanda looks up to see an alien flesh of sorts all over the ceiling above her… and looks down to see that it's not rope she's restrained by, but more of that alien flesh.

"F-Fuck… fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

An employee of the Weyland-Yutani Corporation, Amanda had nevertheless only come to Sevastopol Station for one reason and one reason only… to find out what happened to her mother, Ellen Ripley, when the Nostromo had disappeared fifteen years previously. However, when she'd gotten to Sevastopol, she'd almost immediately found herself embroiled in an Alien incident.

… She'd thought it was just the one Drone. They all had. But now, as she looks around, Amanda's heart drops to the depths of her stomach, her mouth going dry as she stares in horror at the MASSIVE Hive she's currently surrounded by. From what little of the station is still visible beneath the Hive's grotesque alien infrastructure, Amanda clocks them as being in the depths of Sevastopol Station's engineering decks.

For the past several hours, Amanda had been trying to trick the Alien that was hunting her onto the Gemini Exoplanet Solutions lab so that they could jettison the entire module into space, ridding Sevastopol of the Drone altogether. However… she'd failed and ultimately been captured it seemed. Her communications were down from the look of things, her headset torn from her head during her taking.

The fact that it wasn't just one Alien… Amanda shudders in fear as she looks around, her eyes detecting movement here and there in the darkness. She didn't want to die… but more than that, she didn't want to go out in as nasty a fashion as Catherine Foster. Keeping her lips pressed tightly together, Amanda doesn't dare call for help… even though she knows that it won't help. If a facehugger wants to get into her mouth, they're more than capable and more than strong enough to do so, forcing their way in past even the staunchest resistance.

Still, she resolves not to make it easy for the little buggers. She'll force them to shatter her fucking teeth before she lets them lay eggs in her stomach that will ultimately come bursting out of her chest. She won't-

Amanda's thoughts go still as there's suddenly a lot more movement close to her, in the shape of something large, rather than small and skittering. Her heart begins to pound even more violently in her chest then it already was as an Alien slowly crawls up to her, its massive teeth chattering as it does so. The eyeless monstrosity nevertheless seems to peer down at her, its smooth black head cocked as it studies her.

Unbeknownst to Amanda Ripley, the Sevastopol Hive, having observed the Station's residents in their quarters and having witnessed more than a few acts of copulation between humans at this point, had evolved a new way of replenishing its numbers. Far from one-and-done'ing it with its incubators like previously, it had instead saw fit to equip one of its drones with new… equipment.

That it just so happened to be the Xenomorph Drone that had hunted Amanda and in turn been hunted by Amanda until their cat-and-mouse game had come to an end in the Drone's favor, was in fact not any particular choice on the Hive's part, but merely coincidence. Poignant coincidence all the same, however.

As the Xenomorph crawls up to Amanda, her eyes are at first fixated on its teeth, but in the absence of anything else to do, her gaze eventually travels up and down it's hulking form, her breath coming out in shaky bursts as she stares in horror at the burn scars all over its armored carapace.

"You…"

It's not enough that the bastard alien captured her, is it? Now he's come back to gloat. Or so Amanda can't help thinking. The only thing that had ever injured the Alien was her flamethrower and some makeshift Molotov cocktails she'd made up. Fire was what hurt the Alien, she'd learned that early on, though she'd never been able to produce enough fire to KILL it outright, unfortunately.

Given the extensive fire damage across this particular Alien's body however, it's obvious that this one is HER Alien. The one she's been fighting all this time, the one she failed to defeat. Feeling a shiver of rage manage to break through her all encompassing terror and fear for a moment, Amanda juts out her chin and glares defiantly up into the Alien's seemingly grinning face.

That defiant glare lasts right up until he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, which in turn is another mouth that screeches and gnashes inches from her face. Amanda rears back, letting out a startled scream of fear, no amount of strength of will or confidence keeping her from nearly wetting her pants in terror.

But the Alien's tongue doesn't take a bite out of her, thankfully. Instead, it pulls back after a moment… and much to Amanda's shock, the claws come down but not to rend through her flesh. Instead, they cut away at her bindings, freeing her from the Hive's sticky residue, pulling her up out of the ooey gooey muck she'd woken up trapped in.

As it's claws clamp around her waist and yank her up into the air, Amanda grabs at the Alien's arm, trembling and shaking.

"W-Wait, what are you-?!"

Its other claws whip up and then down faster than she can react, a belated shriek leaving her lips as she expects pain and death to shortly follow… instead, there's practically no blood as her clothing is torn from her, her gear ripped off of her body. The Alien proceeds to peel her out of her garments with… not quite finesse, but certainly enough careful movements to avoid anything more than scratches across her otherwise pristine flesh.

Well, not that pristine. She's grimy as all hell, covered in both her own sweat and the Hive's muck. But the Alien doesn't seem to care. It strips her down, rendering her naked and nude before it, and Amanda begins to get a really, really bad feeling about all of this.

That bad feeling only intensifies when the fire-scarred Alien lifts her up… and presses her down onto something LARGE, a thick thing pushing up between her legs, forcing them apart and grinding into her cunt lips. Eyes going as wide as dinner plates, Amanda looks down between them and gapes at the huge genitalia the Alien is packing.

"R-Right… not an 'it'… a 'he'. Ohgodpleasefuckno!"

But of course, even if the Alien could understand her… he's fresh out of mercy, probably on account of all the burninating she'd been putting him through all this time. It wouldn't matter that she'd been fighting for her life and the lives of every being on Sevastopol Station. All that mattered… was the Hive.

Amanda's head tosses back and a cry spills forth from her lips that's positively inhuman as she's subsequently impaled dry on the Alien's huge, ridged cock. Just as pitch black as the rest of the hulking monstrosity, but with plenty of… added features that set it apart from any human experience Amanda has ever had, including the size.

She's not at all prepared for it, not at all aroused… but the cock itself is coated in a sticky substance, something oily and slick that makes the passage… tolerable at the very least. The Hive is still experimenting with this new form of incubation, but it's trying very hard to keep its incubators around for future incubation. Of course, it's aware that only one gender of the humans is viable for this long-term incubator status, but that's okay… it can always continue to use facehuggers for the males.

Either way, Amanda Ripley can do nothing but squeal, her legs kicking in the air helplessly as the Alien who hunted her through the Station now rapes her upon its titanically large Alien cock. The fat length spears up into her core with ease, the tapered tip pushing past her cervix and into her womb almost immediately.

That it's preparing her for eggs does not pass over Amanda's head. She's a smart cookie, always has been. She's always liked to think she was a tough cookie too… but now, any toughness she might have prided herself in is rapidly being thrown out the window. Her mind is fracturing from what's happening to her, the experience she's already had more than enough to give her PTSD and it's far from over at that.

Amanda's eyes begin to roll up in their head as, reluctant though it might be, it starts to feel… dare she say it, good? The oily, slick substance coating the Alien's massive monster member has not stopped exuding into her, and by its very design, it is made to make things… easier. This means that, despite starting out completely dry, it's not long before Amanda is incredibly wet.

Sopping down there, feeling arousal in a way she never has before, she goes from panicked squealing to hot, panting moaning.

"W-What… what are you doing to me? Oh god, oh please, please stoooop~"

Her throaty, wanton begging goes completely and utterly unanswered by the Alien, who continues to slam her down onto his cock fast and hard without a single ounce of hesitation, mercy, or remorse. In this moment, Amanda is nothing but an incubator, nothing but a… a breeder. The thought terrifies her… especially given just how much it also EXCITES her.

With a whimper, something in Amanda Ripley shatters. Strong as she is, proud as she is, driven as she is… nothing could have prepared her for this. It's easier to just give in. It's easier to just break and stop thinking about everything. Indeed, it's easier to just… submit to the massive monster currently raping her on his equally massive cock.

There's no escape, she realizes as she shudders and finally orgasms along his length. There never was any escape. Even if their plans to spit this particular Alien off of the station, getting him into the module and then sending him away from Sevastopol… even if those plans had worked, it wouldn't have mattered.

As she clings to him for dear life, Amanda can see the movement all around her. Not just skittering facehuggers, but more hulking pitch black Aliens all over. This wasn't just the one massive threat that he seemed to be on his own, but one of MANY massive threats. Sevastopol Station was doomed, and the best thing that any of them could do at this point would probably be to blow the entire place to Kingdom Come.

If she still had her headset, Amanda would have gladly said as much in that moment. But she doesn't, and the more she gets fucked, the more her fractured mind shatters into a million little shards. It's not just one moment where she breaks, but a hundred-hundred moments as the Alien fucks up into her, as it plants her down on its cock again and again, making her body bulge but never tear around it's monstrous, massive length.

Indeed, the oily slick substance now coating her insides has multiple properties to it. One of those properties it to induce a state of bliss in the incubator, so that it will no longer fight back. Only Amanda's iron will and the fact that the substance is very much a prototype has allowed her to fight for so long, but even now her strength is waning under the onslaught of pleasure.

The second property of the oily, slick substance that the Alien's cock is exuding is to reinforce her innards, to strengthen her body so that the incubation process doesn't outright kill her. It will take time to teach the Xenomorph offspring that hatch inside of her womb to refrain from bursting out of her abdomen instead of taking the path of least resistance down her birth canal, after all.

Regardless, Amanda knows none of this. All she knows is that the pleasure has become so overwhelming, and her mind so broken… that it's just easier to accept what's happening to her. More than that, not just accept it… but embrace it. As the Alien fucks her, a dopy, stupid smile spreads across Amanda's face, and she wraps her arms around the hulking monster's neck as she smiles at him dreamily.

"Oooh yes~ Fuck me harder, husband~"

Lost in her own fantasy, Amanda is lucky no one is around to see her in her moment of true, humiliating weakness. Or rather, not just a moment, because there's no coming back for her at this point. She's the Sevastopol Hive's first 'Hive Harlot' now, kept alive to incubate eggs and be fucked nonstop by the first of its… sex-capable Drones.

It's almost nice, in a way. She's being taken as a Mate by an old friend, of sorts. After all, no other deserves her. This Alien, Amanda's broken mind thinks, is the one who hunted her down and captured her. If nothing else, he definitely deserves to have her. After all the pain and agony, she put him through, all the fire scarring across his body… yes, the least she can do is be his fuck toy for the rest of her life, however long that may be.

Crying out, Amanda squeals and orgasms as she feels what will undoubtedly be the first of many eggs slowly pushing up into her womb, the Alien dick turning out to be something of an ovipositor instead as the egg fills her womb and her eyes flutter. Her mouth is wide open, and her tongue is lolled out as Amanda pants heavily, the pleasure of being the first Hive Harlot completely ruining the poor young woman.

She's right where she belongs now, she can't help but deliriously think.

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