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They all varied in personality. Some were aggressive, some more docile, and some strangely affectionate. Project 4, or just Four as most referred to him, happened to be one of the more intelligent ones, yet remained rather docile unlike Project 7. They had been created originally to be cloned into a xenomorph army by the Reserve. However, with the loss of personnel and destruction of Spectrum station, they had lost the genome required to continue production. Now, they were attempting to make them a hyper intelligent group of soldiers that would follow their orders to a tee, while having the adaptable traits of a xenomorph.\n\nUnfortunately for the Reserve, it wasn’t going too well. Only one out of the ten had reached their expected level of intelligence so far, however it became just a little too intelligent, and saw the Reserve as a threat. It would therefor subsequently escape containment and leave the facility in a starship, never to be seen again. This left the Reserve with only nine remaining specimens. As a result, the experiments became more difficult for both specimens and scientists. Nevertheless, they did what they could in order to meet the demands of the higher-ups. Zach Vaughn was one of these scientists who was more than dedicated to this research. Perhaps a little too dedicated.\n\nThe other scientists around him swore that if he could, he’d let himself get fucked by one of these beasts. Though none of them would openly admit it, or try and ask him if he truly would. So long as they all remained professional, they didn’t care what each other’s fantasies were. Currently, Zach had Project 4 restrained to a table, allowing for a closer look over the various physical enhancements he received. While other scientists would be scared to get anywhere near these creatures, he was more than willing to do so, appreciating they’re biomechanical beauty. Today’s test was rather simple: determine whether or not this xenomorph was worthy of further enhancement and experimentation.\n\nProject 4 had been an interesting case from his creation. While rebellious at times, he was rather obedient, as if expecting something in return. This time, when Zach neared, it was obvious what Project 4 wanted. He reached out and ran his hand alongside the top of the xenomorph’s member, already dripping with preseminal fluid. He found it to be almost scalding in temperature, and was thankful for the protective gear he wore. He gave it the gentlest of squeezes, and more precum began to spurt out from the tip, followed by the cock nearly doubling in size. Zach could not help but stare in awe, as in the back of his mind, he knew what he wanted to do. The xenomorph wanted it. He wanted it. \n\nHe had to restrain himself; he couldn't indulge himself and let his guard down, not with the camera monitoring him. Zach just let out an impressed sigh and said, \"Impressive, Four... Most impressive.\" He would swallow his horny urges for the time being and continue on with the testing, most of which would involve giving this particular xenomorph a cloaking ability that could be used by thought alone, along with an increase in self-awareness and intelligence. Once his shift was over, he’d clock out, and make his way to get some food. It would be a simple sandwich, but compared to the rations, it was practically a 5-star meal. Sure, he had to pay a good bit, but he had more than enough credits to his name.\n\n\nAfter eating, he would make his way back to his room. He wasn’t tired enough for a nap, and his next shift wasn’t for another couple hours, so he just laid there in bed. His mind ended up wandering towards the visual of seeing Project 4 erect and spurting pre onto his arm, and he ended up getting aroused in no time. Soon enough, his clothes were off, and Zach was jerking off to the mental image in his mind. He could almost picture it, Project 4 noticing his hardon from across the room, before making his way to inspect it out of curiosity, as his own member got hard. The imaginary xenomorph lowered his head, sniffing the member, before extending his inner jaw and sliding it over the twitching cock.\n\nZach couldn’t help but let out a moan, finding the imaginary warmth to be quite pleasant. His inner scientist presumed it was due to acid blood being way hotter than normal blood, thus raising the overall body temperature of the xenomorph. He would promptly silence this side of him, just wanting to focus on the mental image. His imaginary xenomorph was now standing to his side, continuing to suck him off, while he stroked his own member in front of Zach’s face, drops of precum landing on his chest, turning his skin red from the near scalding temperature of his fluids. This would push Zach over the edge, as he came with a series of moans.\n\nHis small session didn’t last long, but he was fine with that. As he was cleaning up his mess, the intelligence enhancer had finished its work on Four’s brain, and it was almost a repeat of Project 10. Four was now aware of where he was, and what was happening to him. However, it seemed the scientists made a mistake in giving him the cloaking ability, as it would allow him to escape the lab, carefully walking in step behind one of the scientists leaving. He now had free roam of the entire facility; however, he wasn’t intent on killing anybody, merely escaping. He would make his way to the hangar bay, noticing a rather beat up freighter that he could escape in. If only he knew how to actually operate the vessel. \n\nMeanwhile, Zach would find the scientists scratching their head as to where Project 4 had ended up. Some assumed he was just cloaked in the corner, others assumed he had already left the station, but no one wanted to admit to the higher ups that they’d lost another one of their precious lifeforms. Zach didn’t want any of the drama, and decided then and there that he would leave. As good as the Reserve paid him, he wasn’t about to get executed for someone else’s mistake. He’d make his way over to the hangar bay, around the same time as the escaped xenomorph, and at some point they would stand next to each other. Zach would decide this rust bucket would be his escape vessel.\n\nHe would make his way down to the old freighter, while unknowingly being trailed by Four. The two would enter inside, and Zach would close the ramp, making sure nobody saw him. This base didn’t have many fighters, and they likely wouldn’t care if a single beat-up freighter left the facility. He would look around the ship briefly, making sure it was even intact enough for space flight. Once determined that it was, Zach Vaughn would sit up in the cockpit, and power up the ship’s various systems, before punching the throttle and flying out of there. While he was programming the coordinates for the nearest place he could get his ship looked at, he felt a hand on his shoulder.\n\nHe didn’t have any weapon to defend himself, but hoped his fists would be good enough. However, when he turned around, he saw a feint shimmer, followed by Project 4 seemingly materializing out of thin air. Many questions raced through his mind as he just stared, mouth agape. But as fast as those questions appeared, they were answered. He pieced together that Four had figured out the cloaking ability faster than any of the scientists could’ve predicted, then proceeded to use it to slip out of the lab when everybody thought he was in his cell. Then he must have seen him entering the vessel, and snuck aboard, still cloaked. All in all, he had to admit it was a rather impressive play by the xenomorph.\n\nEven with Project 4 on board, he wasn’t going to just turn the ship around. “Hope you know I’m not going back there, buddy.” Zach would simply say, and in response, Four would sit in the copilot’s chair. The two looked at each other and shared a moment of understanding. Zach finished programming coordinates to a place where he could get his ship looked at, before sitting back as the ship’s FTL drive kicked in. Since he had nothing to do for a good while, he decided to look over the ship, first checking through the computer to see if there were trackers installed. Surprisingly, there weren’t any. However, with a ship this old, he wasn’t surprised. They were, however, low on fuel, and would need to find somewhere to fill up.\n\nIt would also need several repairs, as the entire ship seemed to be held together by a piece of chicken wire. Zach would turn away from the diagnostics computer, lest he get a headache from learning what was wrong with this deathtrap. He’d decide to get up and wander around for a bit. As he was doing this, he’d find what seemed to be a bedroom, and within it, a wardrobe full of clothes. He took a look over himself with the available mirror. Zach realized that he still had his Reserve uniform on, and proceeded to discard it, not noticing that Four was watching him undress, his curiosity turning to arousal. The xenomorph would end up finding another room where he could relieve said arousal.\n\nZach would start with an undershirt that seemed to be woven with some sort of composite material, though which blend he wasn’t certain. Next, he’d find some pants that were torn around one knee. However, he recognized the brand, and recalled them being very durable. He’d also find a pair of tactical gloves, black in color. Finally, he’d find a coat made out of some sort of black leather. He’d find it fit rather nicely on him, along with a pair of boots that looked sturdy enough to deflect a shot from a starfighter. He looked like a wannabe smuggler, though considering he knew he would likely end up in Zorlax territory, he’d blend in well enough at least.\n\nAs for his xenomorph, he would find him masturbating in one of the rooms. Looks like he had already cum a few times, judging by the mess against his belly and chest. For a moment, the two looked at each other, having another moment of understanding. Zach debated if he should try to ride him, but decided against it. He wouldn’t have enough time to prep himself, and he was likely only an hour from his coordinates anyway. The xenomorph let out some sort of chirp, and as Zach looked over him, an idea flashed in his head. He could just give him a handjob. It likely wouldn’t satisfy either of them really, but it was the best he could do at the moment. \n\nZach sat down next to Four, and pulled him onto his lap, before taking off one of his gloves and beginning to stroke his cock. A few spurts of pre would land on his hand, and while it was still rather hot, it didn’t burn his skin like he thought it would. Perhaps he could ride him another time after all. His strokes would increase in speed as he felt the xenomorph’s cock throbbing more and more over time. He could feel the xenomorph’s breathing become faster, and felt his tail wrap around one of his legs. While he didn’t show much excitement, he was happy that he now had Four to himself, as he was sure he’d do a lot of fun stuff with him. For now, though, this should be enough to keep them happy for a few hours, hopefully.\n\nAs for Four, he was really enjoying this. The only time he ever got to pleasure himself was when all the scientists were asleep, and that was rather rare within the facility. Now, not only could he pleasure himself whenever he wanted, but he even managed to escape with the one scientist who seemed interested in him sexually. The thought alone made his pleasure levels skyrocket, and before he knew it, he was on the edge, and now had to hold back. He didn’t want it to end yet. Zach could feel that Four was on edge, and decided to tease him a bit. His teasing would eventually push him over the edge, and Four would emit a drawn-out hiss, followed by a screech as he came, spraying his seed up high, nearly hitting the ceiling.\n\nAfter he finished cumming, Four got off of Zach’s lap and began looking around for something to clean up with, while Zach laid in bed, idly going over today’s events. He would eventually fall asleep, which would leave Four alone on the ship. The xenomorph would wander around, finding mostly trash, but eventually, he’d find an old torn shirt to wipe his cum with. He’d continue searching, and end up finding an old blaster. It seemed to be out of power, but he was sure he could fix it up when the time came. He would also find some old pieces of armor, a cloak, and what looked like an old robot of some sort. Four would drag the deactivated robot out of the rubble, and set it aside, looking through for other things.\n\nHe'd find a few more torn shirts that were clearly repurposed for oil rags, some random tools, a few robotic arms, and mostly junk. He would decide then and there to clean the ship as best as he could, and spent the next couple of hours doing so. Once that was done, he felt a little hungry, however it was unlikely there would be any food on this scrap heap of a ship. Looking out the cockpit, it seemed they had come out of FTL some time ago, and were in front of a station of some sort. He would’ve piloted the ship himself, if he knew how. Perhaps he could ask Zach to teach him. That would be for later, though. For now, Four would make his way to Zach, gently waking him up. \nHe would slowly stir for a bit, before opening his eyes. with a hardon no less. He’d sleepily wished the xenomorph was lying in bed with him, but figured he was waking him up as they had arrived at the station. As he was about to get up, he felt something slip into one of his pant legs and slowly wrap around his bulge. Seems Four had noticed his arousal after all. “Please…” Was all Zach could say, and the xenomorph seemed to understand, slipping the tip of it into his underwear as he began to give him a tailjob. It wouldn’t take long for Zach to make a gooey mess within his briefs. It was only afterwards that he realized he didn’t have another pair to switch into. He added it to the mental list of items he’d need.\n\nHe'd make his way to the controls of the ship, finding that there was indeed a small station nearby they could get food and supplies at. He’d pull the ship into the hangar bay, and go to look for his xenomorph. Along the way, he’d notice how strangely tidy the ship now was, along with the old worker robot, and a bunch of other things neatly arranged towards the back of the ship. The two would head to the ramp, but not before Zach noticed the old cloak, and threw it over the xenomorph. It happened to be just long enough to cover him down to his ankles. Four would fiddle with it a bit, before following behind Zach as they exited the ship.\n\nThe Zorlax Syndicate had several of these stations within their territory that were created to serve as a sort of truck stop for various small freighter crews and such. All the while, they would gather data on those individuals, and keep an eye on them in case they were ever encountered again. It was a good thing he wasn’t wearing his Reserve uniform, or else he’d likely be approached very quickly here. Regardless, they would be able to restock and refuel here, perhaps start a new life even. The duo would first decide to get some food in their stomach, which consisted of some sort of shaved mystery meat blend, stuffed into bread. \n\nIt was all they could ask for, given the circumstances. At least it was well seasoned, in which all he could taste was seasoning. Had a good kick of heat too. The two of them would order some to go, before looking around at the handful of shops this station had. They’d get some more clothes, mainly for Zach, as well as a few energy cells for the blaster Four found earlier. They’d even manage to find a couple unused hover crates to put everything in, which would in turn allow them to purchase and carry even more. By the end of it, Zach swore they had stuff to redecorate the entire ship with. They’d make their way back to the ship, before checking over everything and departing.\n\nAfter jumping to lightspeed, they’d look over what they got. The first crate was full of nothing but food and drinks, anything from easy pull and heat meals, to raw ingredients. Along with a lot of water, and several dozen sodas. The second crate had clothes that Zach could wear, and some medical stuff. Surprisingly, the ship’s kitchen was almost fully intact, only needing a bit of cleaning or light repairing, which was relieving. They would get to work doing so, having in finished by the hour. Afterwards, he would cook a steak for Four as a test. He would eagerly devour it, and would give Zach a hug. In response, Zach would bring a hand up and gently caress the side of his head, seeing him smile at the touch.\n\nFour would enjoy this feeling, and bring his head down to make it easier. The two would rub their heads against each other, and soon enough, Four would pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. From there, the two couldn’t take it anymore, and began to undress themselves. Zach would lay there in his underwear, while Four was completely naked. The xenomorph would lay against him, and begin softly grinding against his growing bulge. This would coax his own member out, and he’d slip it into one of the leg holes in Zach’s underwear. They’d do this for a moment, before he’d slip his underwear off, and the two of them began frotting. Zach wasn’t small by any means, but compared to Four, it was no match.\n\nStill, the two of them enjoyed each other’s bodies, caressing and groping all over. Four couldn’t decide if he wanted to be fucked, or do the fucking himself. Zach would sense this, and decide for him, hoping it wouldn’t burn his insides. Since Four’s penis was already slick with something, he guessed he likely wouldn’t need any lube. He gently guided the xenomorph’s member to his hole, helping the tip in. It certainly felt thick, but it made sense on a creature almost twice his size. Four would make sure he was extra careful as he slowly pushed more and more of his cock in, He found all of it to somehow fit, and it was quite possibly the best feeling he had felt to date.\n\nIt took all of his willpower to not just use his ass like a sex toy, so he pulled most of it out and began with slow and shallow thrusts. Over time, he would go deeper and faster, while Zach was just a shivering mess underneath him. Zach felt amazing, and was surprised at what his body could fit. It felt like his body was on fire with pleasure, and his constant moaning and shivering only made the xenomorph lose more and more control. Pretty soon, Four was thrusting all the way in and out, and Zach was even more of a quivering mess. 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Not that he really cared at the moment considering he was experiencing utter bliss. The two of them would melt in their afterglows, holding each other close. Zach knew he would likely feel sore in the morning, but again, he didn’t really care. He just got to have sex with an alien he liked a lot, and nobody could take that away from him now. The duo would lay there, in each other’s embrace. Zach would pull himself closer, while Four would hold Zach’s head against his chest, hissing softly. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "One of ten identical xenomorphs, identical in appearance at least. They all varied in personality. Some were aggressive, some more docile, and some strangely affectionate. Project 4, or just Four as most referred to him, happened to be one of the more intelligent ones, yet remained rather docile unlike Project 7. They had been created originally to be cloned into a xenomorph army by the Reserve. However, with the loss of personnel and destruction of Spectrum station, they had lost the genome required to continue production. Now, they were attempting to make them a hyper intelligent group of soldiers that would follow their orders to a tee, while having the adaptable traits of a xenomorph.

Unfortunately for the Reserve, it wasn’t going too well. Only one out of the ten had reached their expected level of intelligence so far, however it became just a little too intelligent, and saw the Reserve as a threat. It would therefor subsequently escape containment and leave the facility in a starship, never to be seen again. This left the Reserve with only nine remaining specimens. As a result, the experiments became more difficult for both specimens and scientists. Nevertheless, they did what they could in order to meet the demands of the higher-ups. Zach Vaughn was one of these scientists who was more than dedicated to this research. Perhaps a little too dedicated.

The other scientists around him swore that if he could, he’d let himself get fucked by one of these beasts. Though none of them would openly admit it, or try and ask him if he truly would. So long as they all remained professional, they didn’t care what each other’s fantasies were. Currently, Zach had Project 4 restrained to a table, allowing for a closer look over the various physical enhancements he received. While other scientists would be scared to get anywhere near these creatures, he was more than willing to do so, appreciating they’re biomechanical beauty. Today’s test was rather simple: determine whether or not this xenomorph was worthy of further enhancement and experimentation.

Project 4 had been an interesting case from his creation. While rebellious at times, he was rather obedient, as if expecting something in return. This time, when Zach neared, it was obvious what Project 4 wanted. He reached out and ran his hand alongside the top of the xenomorph’s member, already dripping with preseminal fluid. He found it to be almost scalding in temperature, and was thankful for the protective gear he wore. He gave it the gentlest of squeezes, and more precum began to spurt out from the tip, followed by the cock nearly doubling in size. Zach could not help but stare in awe, as in the back of his mind, he knew what he wanted to do. The xenomorph wanted it. He wanted it.

He had to restrain himself; he couldn't indulge himself and let his guard down, not with the camera monitoring him. Zach just let out an impressed sigh and said, "Impressive, Four... Most impressive." He would swallow his horny urges for the time being and continue on with the testing, most of which would involve giving this particular xenomorph a cloaking ability that could be used by thought alone, along with an increase in self-awareness and intelligence. Once his shift was over, he’d clock out, and make his way to get some food. It would be a simple sandwich, but compared to the rations, it was practically a 5-star meal. Sure, he had to pay a good bit, but he had more than enough credits to his name.


After eating, he would make his way back to his room. He wasn’t tired enough for a nap, and his next shift wasn’t for another couple hours, so he just laid there in bed. His mind ended up wandering towards the visual of seeing Project 4 erect and spurting pre onto his arm, and he ended up getting aroused in no time. Soon enough, his clothes were off, and Zach was jerking off to the mental image in his mind. He could almost picture it, Project 4 noticing his hardon from across the room, before making his way to inspect it out of curiosity, as his own member got hard. The imaginary xenomorph lowered his head, sniffing the member, before extending his inner jaw and sliding it over the twitching cock.

Zach couldn’t help but let out a moan, finding the imaginary warmth to be quite pleasant. His inner scientist presumed it was due to acid blood being way hotter than normal blood, thus raising the overall body temperature of the xenomorph. He would promptly silence this side of him, just wanting to focus on the mental image. His imaginary xenomorph was now standing to his side, continuing to suck him off, while he stroked his own member in front of Zach’s face, drops of precum landing on his chest, turning his skin red from the near scalding temperature of his fluids. This would push Zach over the edge, as he came with a series of moans.

His small session didn’t last long, but he was fine with that. As he was cleaning up his mess, the intelligence enhancer had finished its work on Four’s brain, and it was almost a repeat of Project 10. Four was now aware of where he was, and what was happening to him. However, it seemed the scientists made a mistake in giving him the cloaking ability, as it would allow him to escape the lab, carefully walking in step behind one of the scientists leaving. He now had free roam of the entire facility; however, he wasn’t intent on killing anybody, merely escaping. He would make his way to the hangar bay, noticing a rather beat up freighter that he could escape in. If only he knew how to actually operate the vessel.

Meanwhile, Zach would find the scientists scratching their head as to where Project 4 had ended up. Some assumed he was just cloaked in the corner, others assumed he had already left the station, but no one wanted to admit to the higher ups that they’d lost another one of their precious lifeforms. Zach didn’t want any of the drama, and decided then and there that he would leave. As good as the Reserve paid him, he wasn’t about to get executed for someone else’s mistake. He’d make his way over to the hangar bay, around the same time as the escaped xenomorph, and at some point they would stand next to each other. Zach would decide this rust bucket would be his escape vessel.

He would make his way down to the old freighter, while unknowingly being trailed by Four. The two would enter inside, and Zach would close the ramp, making sure nobody saw him. This base didn’t have many fighters, and they likely wouldn’t care if a single beat-up freighter left the facility. He would look around the ship briefly, making sure it was even intact enough for space flight. Once determined that it was, Zach Vaughn would sit up in the cockpit, and power up the ship’s various systems, before punching the throttle and flying out of there. While he was programming the coordinates for the nearest place he could get his ship looked at, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t have any weapon to defend himself, but hoped his fists would be good enough. However, when he turned around, he saw a feint shimmer, followed by Project 4 seemingly materializing out of thin air. Many questions raced through his mind as he just stared, mouth agape. But as fast as those questions appeared, they were answered. He pieced together that Four had figured out the cloaking ability faster than any of the scientists could’ve predicted, then proceeded to use it to slip out of the lab when everybody thought he was in his cell. Then he must have seen him entering the vessel, and snuck aboard, still cloaked. All in all, he had to admit it was a rather impressive play by the xenomorph.

Even with Project 4 on board, he wasn’t going to just turn the ship around. “Hope you know I’m not going back there, buddy.” Zach would simply say, and in response, Four would sit in the copilot’s chair. The two looked at each other and shared a moment of understanding. Zach finished programming coordinates to a place where he could get his ship looked at, before sitting back as the ship’s FTL drive kicked in. Since he had nothing to do for a good while, he decided to look over the ship, first checking through the computer to see if there were trackers installed. Surprisingly, there weren’t any. However, with a ship this old, he wasn’t surprised. They were, however, low on fuel, and would need to find somewhere to fill up.

It would also need several repairs, as the entire ship seemed to be held together by a piece of chicken wire. Zach would turn away from the diagnostics computer, lest he get a headache from learning what was wrong with this deathtrap. He’d decide to get up and wander around for a bit. As he was doing this, he’d find what seemed to be a bedroom, and within it, a wardrobe full of clothes. He took a look over himself with the available mirror. Zach realized that he still had his Reserve uniform on, and proceeded to discard it, not noticing that Four was watching him undress, his curiosity turning to arousal. The xenomorph would end up finding another room where he could relieve said arousal.

Zach would start with an undershirt that seemed to be woven with some sort of composite material, though which blend he wasn’t certain. Next, he’d find some pants that were torn around one knee. However, he recognized the brand, and recalled them being very durable. He’d also find a pair of tactical gloves, black in color. Finally, he’d find a coat made out of some sort of black leather. He’d find it fit rather nicely on him, along with a pair of boots that looked sturdy enough to deflect a shot from a starfighter. He looked like a wannabe smuggler, though considering he knew he would likely end up in Zorlax territory, he’d blend in well enough at least.

As for his xenomorph, he would find him masturbating in one of the rooms. Looks like he had already cum a few times, judging by the mess against his belly and chest. For a moment, the two looked at each other, having another moment of understanding. Zach debated if he should try to ride him, but decided against it. He wouldn’t have enough time to prep himself, and he was likely only an hour from his coordinates anyway. The xenomorph let out some sort of chirp, and as Zach looked over him, an idea flashed in his head. He could just give him a handjob. It likely wouldn’t satisfy either of them really, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

Zach sat down next to Four, and pulled him onto his lap, before taking off one of his gloves and beginning to stroke his cock. A few spurts of pre would land on his hand, and while it was still rather hot, it didn’t burn his skin like he thought it would. Perhaps he could ride him another time after all. His strokes would increase in speed as he felt the xenomorph’s cock throbbing more and more over time. He could feel the xenomorph’s breathing become faster, and felt his tail wrap around one of his legs. While he didn’t show much excitement, he was happy that he now had Four to himself, as he was sure he’d do a lot of fun stuff with him. For now, though, this should be enough to keep them happy for a few hours, hopefully.

As for Four, he was really enjoying this. The only time he ever got to pleasure himself was when all the scientists were asleep, and that was rather rare within the facility. Now, not only could he pleasure himself whenever he wanted, but he even managed to escape with the one scientist who seemed interested in him sexually. The thought alone made his pleasure levels skyrocket, and before he knew it, he was on the edge, and now had to hold back. He didn’t want it to end yet. Zach could feel that Four was on edge, and decided to tease him a bit. His teasing would eventually push him over the edge, and Four would emit a drawn-out hiss, followed by a screech as he came, spraying his seed up high, nearly hitting the ceiling.

After he finished cumming, Four got off of Zach’s lap and began looking around for something to clean up with, while Zach laid in bed, idly going over today’s events. He would eventually fall asleep, which would leave Four alone on the ship. The xenomorph would wander around, finding mostly trash, but eventually, he’d find an old torn shirt to wipe his cum with. He’d continue searching, and end up finding an old blaster. It seemed to be out of power, but he was sure he could fix it up when the time came. He would also find some old pieces of armor, a cloak, and what looked like an old robot of some sort. Four would drag the deactivated robot out of the rubble, and set it aside, looking through for other things.

He'd find a few more torn shirts that were clearly repurposed for oil rags, some random tools, a few robotic arms, and mostly junk. He would decide then and there to clean the ship as best as he could, and spent the next couple of hours doing so. Once that was done, he felt a little hungry, however it was unlikely there would be any food on this scrap heap of a ship. Looking out the cockpit, it seemed they had come out of FTL some time ago, and were in front of a station of some sort. He would’ve piloted the ship himself, if he knew how. Perhaps he could ask Zach to teach him. That would be for later, though. For now, Four would make his way to Zach, gently waking him up.
He would slowly stir for a bit, before opening his eyes. with a hardon no less. He’d sleepily wished the xenomorph was lying in bed with him, but figured he was waking him up as they had arrived at the station. As he was about to get up, he felt something slip into one of his pant legs and slowly wrap around his bulge. Seems Four had noticed his arousal after all. “Please…” Was all Zach could say, and the xenomorph seemed to understand, slipping the tip of it into his underwear as he began to give him a tailjob. It wouldn’t take long for Zach to make a gooey mess within his briefs. It was only afterwards that he realized he didn’t have another pair to switch into. He added it to the mental list of items he’d need.

He'd make his way to the controls of the ship, finding that there was indeed a small station nearby they could get food and supplies at. He’d pull the ship into the hangar bay, and go to look for his xenomorph. Along the way, he’d notice how strangely tidy the ship now was, along with the old worker robot, and a bunch of other things neatly arranged towards the back of the ship. The two would head to the ramp, but not before Zach noticed the old cloak, and threw it over the xenomorph. It happened to be just long enough to cover him down to his ankles. Four would fiddle with it a bit, before following behind Zach as they exited the ship.

The Zorlax Syndicate had several of these stations within their territory that were created to serve as a sort of truck stop for various small freighter crews and such. All the while, they would gather data on those individuals, and keep an eye on them in case they were ever encountered again. It was a good thing he wasn’t wearing his Reserve uniform, or else he’d likely be approached very quickly here. Regardless, they would be able to restock and refuel here, perhaps start a new life even. The duo would first decide to get some food in their stomach, which consisted of some sort of shaved mystery meat blend, stuffed into bread.

It was all they could ask for, given the circumstances. At least it was well seasoned, in which all he could taste was seasoning. Had a good kick of heat too. The two of them would order some to go, before looking around at the handful of shops this station had. They’d get some more clothes, mainly for Zach, as well as a few energy cells for the blaster Four found earlier. They’d even manage to find a couple unused hover crates to put everything in, which would in turn allow them to purchase and carry even more. By the end of it, Zach swore they had stuff to redecorate the entire ship with. They’d make their way back to the ship, before checking over everything and departing.

After jumping to lightspeed, they’d look over what they got. The first crate was full of nothing but food and drinks, anything from easy pull and heat meals, to raw ingredients. Along with a lot of water, and several dozen sodas. The second crate had clothes that Zach could wear, and some medical stuff. Surprisingly, the ship’s kitchen was almost fully intact, only needing a bit of cleaning or light repairing, which was relieving. They would get to work doing so, having in finished by the hour. Afterwards, he would cook a steak for Four as a test. He would eagerly devour it, and would give Zach a hug. In response, Zach would bring a hand up and gently caress the side of his head, seeing him smile at the touch.

Four would enjoy this feeling, and bring his head down to make it easier. The two would rub their heads against each other, and soon enough, Four would pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. From there, the two couldn’t take it anymore, and began to undress themselves. Zach would lay there in his underwear, while Four was completely naked. The xenomorph would lay against him, and begin softly grinding against his growing bulge. This would coax his own member out, and he’d slip it into one of the leg holes in Zach’s underwear. They’d do this for a moment, before he’d slip his underwear off, and the two of them began frotting. Zach wasn’t small by any means, but compared to Four, it was no match.

Still, the two of them enjoyed each other’s bodies, caressing and groping all over. Four couldn’t decide if he wanted to be fucked, or do the fucking himself. Zach would sense this, and decide for him, hoping it wouldn’t burn his insides. Since Four’s penis was already slick with something, he guessed he likely wouldn’t need any lube. He gently guided the xenomorph’s member to his hole, helping the tip in. It certainly felt thick, but it made sense on a creature almost twice his size. Four would make sure he was extra careful as he slowly pushed more and more of his cock in, He found all of it to somehow fit, and it was quite possibly the best feeling he had felt to date.

It took all of his willpower to not just use his ass like a sex toy, so he pulled most of it out and began with slow and shallow thrusts. Over time, he would go deeper and faster, while Zach was just a shivering mess underneath him. Zach felt amazing, and was surprised at what his body could fit. It felt like his body was on fire with pleasure, and his constant moaning and shivering only made the xenomorph lose more and more control. Pretty soon, Four was thrusting all the way in and out, and Zach was even more of a quivering mess. The xenomorph could feel himself getting close, but so was Zach, if him clenching around his cock was anything to go by.

Zach wanted to warn Four verbally that he was close too, but couldn’t muster up the words due to him constantly moaning, along with his mind being a mess. All Zach could hear was the hissing of the xenomorph above him, ready to blow a thick load in him any second now. Surprisingly, Zach would be the first to cum, his load splattering against his belly as he practically screamed out in pleasure. This, combined with seeing him cum, and the rhythmic squeezing of his hole would push Four over the edge. He would lower his head, hissing harshly, before throwing it back and letting out a screech, experiencing possibly the strongest orgasm to date.

The xenomorph’s seed would gush out quickly, flooding Zach’s insides within seconds. So much so that he could feel some of it leaking out of him. Fortunately for Zach, it didn’t burn his insides like he feared it would. Not that he really cared at the moment considering he was experiencing utter bliss. The two of them would melt in their afterglows, holding each other close. Zach knew he would likely feel sore in the morning, but again, he didn’t really care. He just got to have sex with an alien he liked a lot, and nobody could take that away from him now. The duo would lay there, in each other’s embrace. Zach would pull himself closer, while Four would hold Zach’s head against his chest, hissing softly. ", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Project 4: Origins", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "41" }