John Meskovic is a corporal in the Weyland-Yutani mega-corporation's newly burgeoning inter-colonial private security forces. Due to the increasing security strain put on their sprawling interplanetary colonies and research facilities, the corporation decided that relying on the United States Colonial Marine Corps presented a logistical burden, as well as grave confidentiality oversight for the many black-ops research projects the company engaged in. Disgruntled, and dishonorably discharged from the USCM, Meskovic enjoyed the no-questions-asked attitude of his shadowy corporate handlers. The rising Meskovic was dispatched to hot-spot after hot-spot, guarding corporate assets from sabotage during riots, guarding VIP's from assassins sent by rival companies, and engaging in other increasingly high-stakes assignments for his generous paymasters.
John realized his next assignment represented a watershed moment in his corporate career. It was the most hush-hush operation he'd ever been assigned on, and he honestly felt out of his league next to the high-speed mercenaries the company had him stationed with during their cryo-travel to the unknown mission locale. All the Weyland-Yutani mission handler would tell them, is that there had been a containment breach at a cutting-edge animal research facility, and John's team of elite operators was assigned with tracking down, and recapturing the creature, if possible. Apparently, it was an extremely valuable animal, as the team was being trained in the usage of novel 'glue-guns' that shot huge wads of immobilizing, rapid-drying chemical admixtures. John felt relieved that they were being sent in with their primary weapons as well, though the Japanese handler stressed the importance of retrieving the mission target in 'usable' condition.
The elite team of twenty-three hardened Weyland-Yutani security forces touched down on the humid jungle planet of MG-422 without issue, but John's intuition filled the experienced soldier with looming dread. The team was equipped with cutting-edge... everything. Advanced polymer body-armors, high-speed scout flyers, and a fleet of beeping scan-drones that made the 'tracking' process a breeze, given the absence of large life-forms on the mostly plant-based planetary ecosystem. All of it seemed like too much for a simple animal recovery operation, and John could sense the apprehension in the stoic soldiers he deployed with. When the remote drones had discovered a freshly-dug, massive burrow surrounded by a strange, creeping oozing biological film, their corporate handler confirmed that it was the burrow of their target.
The corporal felt an intense feeling of dawning horror as they approached the burrow on their scout flyers, a feeling he couldn't even remember experiencing even in the heat of battle, or after he'd been poisoned by a dart meant for a Weyland-Yutani brand ambassador. He was overcome with an inexplicable urge to run, to desert the operation, but there were no options for him on the inhospitable, remote jungle planet, he imagined the corporation likely wouldn't even bother looking for him if he ran off, considering all the responsibility waivers he had signed. As if sensing his nerves, one of John's mercenary accomplices spoke to him, "Feels weird right? Here, this'll help," as he handed over a small, syringed vial to John. Meskovic figured it was likely one of the many combat cocktails the corporation handed out for long-haul, or particularly dangerous, operations, and injected it into his wrist without question. It started acting so quick, John didn't even mind when several of the mercenaries started sniggering and laughing mischievously upon seeing him wordlessly inject the narcotic.
John was incredibly welcome for the warm, numb feeling that washed over him as they approached the strange burrow, lined with a hard, black, chitinous resin that smelled strange and acidic. The corporate soldiers fanned out and assessed the situation. After the Weyland-Yutani handler confirmed their initial readings, John overhearing their squad leader whispering something about a "Xenomorph XX121", as John rubbed his ears as his hearing became more sensitive and rang with tinnitus, likely something to do with the combat-cocktail. The mineral-heavy soil of MG-422 prevented their scanners from confirming the creature's location, interrupted their remote drone telemetry after a dozen meters, and after none of the autonomously-programmed remote scanners returned after several hours, the company sergeant silently gestured for the team to enter.
The cavernous burrow complex was huge, as John gaped awestruck at the strange, rippling textured surface that surrounded him, the lights of the soldier's combat flashlights dancing across the strange resin lacquer, as John distantly realized just how intoxicated the injection had made him. His vision swam over the strange sights of the alien tunnel, as a strange sense of peace filled the mercenary. He was impressed by the extent of the tunnel complex, considering they were assigned to capture just one creature, as the bones of MG-422's small, primitive lifeform's crunched under their feet, a sign that the creature they tracked had been feeding well. The company of soldiers kept a tight formation, as their immobilizing weaponry worked best under concentrated fire. Time slipped away from Meskovic, as he stumbled and staggered along with his compatriots.
"Oh hey, guys, check it out!" John slurred out, as the combat-drugs seemed to enhance his dark-vision, as he spied the huge, black, dripping shape silently approaching them. His casual, relaxed tone didn't elicit enough immediate attention, as the sinuous creature closed the distance, the mercenaries only having a brief moment to shine their lights on the massive alien beast as it charged them. John gasped at the illuminated, monstrous creature he had heard the sergeant call a "Xenomorph." It was a towering, simultaneously insect-and-humanoid shaped alien, with a hard, obsidian-black exoskeleton, accented by a bulbous, long rubbery head. The big, bony creature was built for combat, dripping with alien moisture, as it lunged with its sharp claws, tearing apart the point-man before being splattered with a fusillade of their company-provided immobilization glue. The beast floundered on the cavern floor, as the mercenaries emptied their magazines, firmly adhering it, as they prepared a large weighted blanket installed with high-powered stun-emitters.
But before the mercenaries could deploy the final part of their non-lethal immobilization equipment, the dark xenomorph reared up, pulling with its incredible strength against its chemical bonds. The beast shrieked an inhuman yowl, as it ripped itself forward with frenzied motions, the struggle cracking the creature's carapace in places, as its bright-green blood spilled out, and filled the room with an acidic scent. The blood sizzled as it encountered the restraining glue, and dissolved it away, as the creature charged his squad before they could even start switching to their pulse-rifles. John felt distant and numb to the carnage that surrounded him, as he dispassionately watched the creature's long, spinal, jointed tail sweep across the soldiers, the bladed tip bisecting several men in one arc. He felt more warm than afraid or disgusted, as he was drenched in blood from the carnage, as he slipped on the cave-floor and hit his head hard. John decided to rest on the cool cave floor for a moment, as he barely noticed a huge shadow looming over him. His intoxicated vision was rendered even blurrier by the hard fall, and he had trouble making out the alien's eyeless, snarling maw as it slowly lowered over his face. Entranced by the strange situation, he tenderly reached out and grasped at the side of the huge alien xenomorph's long, thick, tapering head. The creature's saliva dripped over his face, as he marveled at it's imposing, metallic-hued fangs, as his consciousness faded.
Meskovic awoke, feeling incredibly confused, sick, sore, and otherwise strange. Some combination of the earlier narcotic cocktail, fall, and trauma of the situation hazed his memory, as he felt a breeze in the cool, cave air blowing over his bare skin. As he tried to shift his limbs, he realized they were immobilized to the cave wall, submerged in the same hardened-black resin that coated the xenomorph's entire inner-lair. He looked around, as his eyes gradually became attuned to the incredibly dark, cavernous interior, illuminated by a scant few patches of light-producing fungi that hadn't been plastered over in alien creep. He realized he was completely naked, bound at the limbs, helplessly prostrate, as he spied a black shape in the corner, shifting as it noticed his movement. His drug-induced bravery faded, he whimpered hoarsely in his throat as the gigantic, black-carapaced alien xenomorph approached, John too scared to properly scream. Soundlessly, the alien beast placed one of its long, clawed hands over his chest, as it lowered its long, eyeless head towards his groin. John didn't know how to process what was happening, as the creature's fanged mandibles spread, and it extended a fleshy-tube from inside its mouth, the strange tube ending in a second jaw, as the xenomorph's extendable esophagus sprang forth rapidly towards him.
John awaited his grizzly fate, eyes closed as he expected red, raw pain to bloom up at any moment, but instead he was treated to a strange, wet, cold, tight feeling envelop him, as he looked down and gaped at the bizarre sight below. The creature's extendable esophagus had navigated over the head of his penis, the tight tube's jaw opened wide as it took his girth. The creature's mouth was cold on his member, but the snug wet confines brought blood to his manhood all the same. As it stiffened, the creature's second-jaw engulfed over his penis like a snake swallowing its prey. He moaned shrilly as he watched, eyes bulging as he could see his own pink flesh glistening through the rippling, translucent skin of the creature's strange mouth-parts as it took his virile length to the hilt. The creature simply held this dominating oral pose for a minute, gently suckling on his increasingly excited penis with its extended inner-mouth, as a loud, lewd squelching sound filled the empty cave. After several more minutes of this inexplicable treatment, the creature withdrew its wet mouth parts from his groin, as his suddenly bare, wet penis was exposed again to the chilly cave air.
This discomfort did not last, however, as it was replaced by an even more overwhelming experience as the creature closed in even more intimately. It raised its long arms above John, as it dexterously positioned its bony, black hips up to where he was adhered to the wall. He was overwhelmed with the xenomorph's strange, spicy, utterly-alien scent, as it firmly pressed its pelvis against his, and the marine was treated to the soggy, rubbery feeling of its black alien genital lips gliding over his groin. The creature was surprisingly gentle at first, but soon it began humping him furiously against the hard cavern wall. Her wide, spreading sex, engulfed his relatively meager penis with ease, his entire crotch soon bathed in its viscous alien fluids. The only cognizant thought John could muster as the bizarre, humiliating experience continued, was a wonderment over how he had managed to get in this situation. The back of his injured head slapped against the firm, resin-coated cave wall, as the xenomorph queen rode him in wild abandon.