The Phantom was a space station far away from most civilizations. Found and restored to operational status by The Reserve, it houses some rather interesting creatures that are studied there. Although it’s centuries old and is outshone by the much larger and seemingly more popular Spectrum Station. Currently, you were observing a captured xenomorph. It wasn’t too interesting. Though it wouldn’t be long before a power outage happened, and the, and you watch as the alien breaks out of his cell, jumping up and out of the doorway on the floor. The next thing you knew, you were against the wall and being fucked. He would be quick at least, finishing in less than a few minutes, before leaving you there and probably escaping the station.
Later, after feeling like everything was normal, you would continue to do your work, researching another xenomorph, when you felt some emotion, but it felt like it was coming from somebody else. Looking at them, you saw him looking back at you rather curiously. You were about to write it down when you felt someone grab you and shove you against the door to his enclosure. You heard the door open and fell in, hearing the door close as quickly as you heard it open. By now, you were rather confused and worried that someone threw you into a cell with a xenomorph. Rolling onto your back, you saw the creature in question slowly approaching you.
You thought to yourself this was the end of the line for you, until you felt what feels like a pair of arms wrapped around you. Looking up, you see what looks like the chest of the alien against you. He’s hugging you! But why, he attacked everyone else thrown in here? What makes you so special. It must be whatever that escaped alien did to you, seemed to give you some form of communication to these creatures through emotions.
You feel him pick you up and carry you over to the bed located on the other side of the room, laying down with you. You just closed your eyes and hoped he wouldn’t hurt you. This was a rather odd feeling; one you couldn't explain. It wasn't the usual fear you usually felt when in the presence of a xenomorph. It was more like... curiosity. Why is he hugging you? Is he truly friendly? Does he feel the same way? Are you going insane? He’s certainly acting friendly towards you. The next moment was rather strange as well, as you felt him nuzzling the top of your head. The soft nuzzles would end up putting you to sleep.
A few days would pass unbeknownst to you as you finally wake up, now in some sort of cocoon. You felt rather different, so you cut it open subconsciously with your new claws and find a nearby mirror of some sort. Looking into it reveals you’ve transformed into a xenomorph yourself. You seemed strangely unique, as a few details stood out. You had a slight purplish tint to you, with yellow markings and stripes running down the sides of your neck and arms.
You heard the hiss of another xenomorph nearby seemingly trying to get your attention. it may be. Heading over there, he seemed to be inspecting you, perhaps to see if the transformation went correctly. After that, he hissed at you to follow, and you did. He would give you a tour of the hive you found yourself in, as well as fill you in on how you got here. Apparently while you were sleeping, the Phantom’s reactors overheated and went into thermal runaway, causing a massive explosion, destroying the systems keeping the station from falling into the nearby planets gravitational pull.
The entire station would crash onto said planet, with barely any survivors, human survivors that is. Apparently, most of the Xeno’s which turned out to be over a hundred, including a prince, now king, survived, and began to establish the makings for a small hive, which given a few decades may very well cover over half the planet. A few days in, some scout drones found you unconscious, with surprisingly little injury, and brought you back, putting you into a cocoon and to begin healing you, although they were puzzled as to how you became a xenomorph. They were further puzzled by the patterns you bore, as none of them had any visible patterns, not even their king.
You would eventually meet with the king, which is where you learned that it’s an all-male hive. How strange. Either way, you would find yourself enjoying your time here, as the entire hive seemed to be strangely horny, so you would either be fucking, or getting fucked by at least one drone, possibly more. Sometimes it was the guards, and at one point you even got the king mounting you from behind. You were surprisingly well packed too, having what looked like a cross between an equine and a canine for a cock.
Years would pass by, and a small human transport would show up, seemingly low on power, and forced to land. Thankfully, they were far away from the hive and wouldn’t find it without a few days travel north. Though the king tasked you with scouting and possibly interacting with them. You would spend the day making your way there, your enhanced agility and stamina proving not only good for sex, but for going through a thick jungle at high speed, needing only short breaks far and few in between. You would arrive, managing to isolate one of them to interact with. 
Surprisingly, they would end up being friendly with you, perhaps not recognizing you were a xenomorph, since compared to the rest of the hive, you looked alien to them. They would name you Verrik, not knowing you understood English, although couldn’t vocalize it. They must have been the leader of this group of humans, cause it was only a few hours later when you were able to freely interact with them all. One of them would even give you a collar with a bandana, and the two of you would secretly have fun in a clearing somewhere in the jungle. Though the fun would only last for a while until they were able to get their ship fixed and began to make plans for leaving. However, you and your human fuckbuddy would sneak a single ship out of the transport’s hanger bay, and some spare fuel.
You would watch them go, never even getting their name, and for the first time in a while, you were left saddened, possibly depressed. But you would shake the feeling away, after all, you had a ship, so after going back to the hive and reporting in that they had left, you asked the king if you could explore the stars yourself, to which he agreed, so long as you would come by every now and then, if for nothing else, to fuck him good. He secretly loved your cock after all, with its mix of features, and seemingly a double knot.
The two of you had a few rounds with each other, before you made your way to your ship, still retaining the knowledge to fly a small craft from your time as a human. It was a small ship, that was for sure. A simple teardrop shape with four swept back fins. The viewing window was a simple “V” slit but gave good enough visibility forwards at least. You were sure it was meant to be a cheap starship, but as you took it into the atmosphere, you learned it was quite a runner. You wouldn’t be surprised if it could be configured to act as a fighter or even an interceptor. 
Regardless, you noticed there were even some credits left in the cockpit, and having put on the jumpsuit before you left, you found a pocket to store it. It was modified of course, as it had to accommodate for your tail. Though as you were flying from system to system, you’d end up warping into a battle between two large destroyers. You would’ve warped out immediately, but the ship closest to you was at the ready with a tractor beam, and you were dragged into what you recognized as a Reserve ship. You would be dragged out and rendered unconscious. 
From there, you would be experimented on, being given a pair of cream-colored insect-like wings, allowing you to hover in place and move around like a hummingbird. Over time you would find out small details, like how you were now on Spectrum Station, and how at some point you were spliced with sergal genes, which only resulted in your height changing to a towering ten feet, as well as possible heightened intelligence. They also found out about your horniness one day as they caught you masturbating. In fairness, it had been a while, and you never got to visit your hive to relieve any pent-up feelings.
Right now, you were watching the human researcher examining a corner full of sex toys, at least you would get to have some fun with yourself and your body after what felt like months. You were snapped out of your daydreaming when you heard a hiss, and the room was full of a light pink mist. All it took was one inhale and it was like you’d been edging for a solid hour. You would have begun jacking off then and there if you didn’t notice a breeding mount raise from the ground. You moved closer and gave it a few licks, making its entrance nice and slick.
You lost track of what went on around you as you began humping it like crazy. Sure, you’d rather any of the xenomorphs from your hive, or your human fuckbuddy, but it would do. Certainly, better than your hand in this case. You would achieve orgasm within minutes, assuming the seed was being sucked out of the toy, as you didn’t feel it gush out back onto you, or see it squirt out the other end. You would pull out and prepare for it to retract back into the ground when the whole room went dark. Power went out it seemed, but more importantly, the door had opened. What a crappy door, needing power to remain shut. Either way, now was your chance to escape, and judging by the human scientist running after you, he’d have to come along with you.