Chapter 2 - Alien: Isolation

Author's Note:
Welp, worked on this one slower than I expected.  Still hope to get a few more chapters out before Halloween.  :D

Still looking for good artists to draw Ash for monies :)  Got a 3D print in queue with Texelion and likely a pic from Markydaysaid before the year is out.

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"Well, that was most enjoyable," Ashwynn said with a wide grin.  She leaned back on Roxie's old sofa, naked as the day she was born.  Roxie and Kaylee both put their underwear back on at least after the last session, but Ash felt more comfortable starkers.

"I told you that you'd like it," Roxie replied pointedly.  "Though for different reasons than I expected."  She paused for a moment.  "Actually I should have seen this coming.  You try to fuck everything you meet."

Ashwynn shrugged, "Character flaw.  So what exactly were you guys seeing while I was playing?"

Roxie was shuffling through game discs, figuring out what to play next.  "It was like we were there.  The game was first person so we were watching through your eyes...except it looked like real life.  No in-game graphics or anything like that."

"Retro, eh?" Ashwynn replied.  "Maybe something actually a little scary this time?  That Slender was a big softie."

"Scary, violent and a big black tail," Roxie replied.  "Where'd Kaylee go?"

"Here I am!" the perky blonde squealed as she came back into the room, carrying a tray of snacks.  "Got popcorn, soda pop, candy..."

"I'm good," Ash replied, as the blonde handed Roxie a bottle.  "What are we playing next?"

"This one's called 'Alien: Isolation'.  It's a bit more sci-fi, but it's a good one."  Roxie grinned inwardly, thinking that Ashwynn wouldn't know what hit her.  "You ever watch the movies?"

"Eh, before my time.  I went to a retro showing of the first one at the old Algonquin Theatre downtown, but uh...didn't see much of the movie," she replied with a grin.

"Ugh, you're so predictable," Roxie retorted.  "You can't fuck all your problems away, Ash."

The redhead shrugged.  "My tits had come in fully and I couldn't keep the boys off of them.  It was a good night"

"Yes, well, now you get to experience it first hand," Roxie replied.  "Alien and Aliens are two of my top horror movies.  Strong female heroines and the men die in wonderfully gruesome ways."

Ash rolled her eyes.  "Bring it on Rox.  Maybe this one will be at least a little scary."  She placed the glowing purple circlet back on her head, her vision once again shimmering away.  It was a strange feeling of being removed from one's body, like a teleportation spell.

"Welcome to Sevastopol Station," a female voice said overhead, the sound of her ringing through the shimmer and haze of Ashwynn's recovering vision.  "Please direct yourself to the nearest security station for registration."

"Welp, I'm on a spaceship now," Ash said simply, surveying her surroundings.  Taking in the sights, Ash appreciated the atmosphere of the place.  It seemed very faithful to the movies with the dark bulkheads, claustrophobic corridors and generally poor lighting certainly put Ashwynn in a measure of unease.  A very small measure.  "Jesus, have they not invented lights in the future?"

Ash took a step forward into the darkness before she realized something was very off.  It was like something was constricting her, squeezing the life out of her.  At first she thought it was part of the game, but then she realized what was causing her to feel so suffocated.  Gone were her old clothes; instead she was wearing what appeared to be a skin tight forest green jumpsuit.  She imagined that the character she was filling in for would feel quite comfortable in the form fitting wear -- on the other hand, Ashwynn's own massive breasts threatened to burst the fabric at its seams.  "What the hell am I wearing?" she noted in vexation.

"Oh, that's your character's outfit," Roxie said into her ear.  "Your name is Amanda Ripley, an engineer who is out tracking down information on her mother.  Uh...her boobs are...somewhat smaller than yours."

"What, do they not have big tits in the future?" Ashwynn replied with a scowl as she unzipped the front of her jumpsuit.  She sucked in a deep breath as her bust was liberated.  As she looked down at her considerable bosom surging out of the thin cloth of her undershirt, she knew that she was giving the girls a good show through her first person POV.  "I take it this little field trip doesn't go to plan."

"To put it lightly," Roxie said.  "You got like...an inventory of some sort on you?"  

"I seem to be carrying a pack," Ash realized, noting the heft on her shoulders.  She pulled the cloth satchel around her to take at what goodies she had inside.  Inside were an assorted collection of various gadgets and devices, all of which seemed to be cobbled together from the best technologies of the 1970s.  Mechanical dials, flashing LED lights, dull plastic -- not exactly the high technology of the future.  "Ah, here we go," she muttered, pulling out a heavy metal object.  It was about two and a half feet long, made of hardened steel.  On one end was a rather vicious looking hammer and on the other a socket wrench.  The weight felt good in her hands.  "Could do some damage with this baby."

"I imagine you will be.  Now get moving; head towards the Marshal's Office," Roxie replied. 

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"Didn't know playing video games was going to involve manual labor," Ash muttered as she fit the maintenance jack onto the door release.  She didn't have long to muse about her descent into unskilled labor as she felt cold steel press against the back of her neck.  "Is that a gun or is someone really happy to see me?"

"Don't you dare move a muscle!" a frantic Irish voice said behind her, fear obvious in his voice.  "Now tell me who the fuck you are and how you got here!"

"Ooh, that's Axel," Roxie said into Ashwynn's ear, her amusement evident.  "He's one of the survivors...don't worry he can't hear us."

"Oh good," Ashwynn sneered.  "Wouldn't want the gun-toting maniac to think that I'm the crazy one talking to the disembodied voice."

Ash's head was pushed forward as Axel shoved the gun hard against the back of her neck.  "The fuck you on about?" he said angrily, clearly on edge.

"Oh but he can clearly hear me," Ash grumbled to Roxie and Kaylee's snickers.  Recomposing herself, she decided to play along with the game.  "I'm...Ripley?  And I came from uh....Earth, maybe?"

"I meant how the FUCK did you get on this station?  There are no ships docking here!" he replied.  Ash could almost hear the slight shiver of his finger shaking on the trigger.  She hoped for her sake that Roxie was right about the whole dying in a game but not dying in real life.  "If you fucking lie to me, I'll blow your goddamned head off!"

"I came on a ship?" replied Ash, all of her answers sounding like questions.  "Yeah, I bet I came on a ship."

She felt the pressure of the gun lessen, a good sign.  "There are no ships.  Now turn around so I can get a good look at ya."  Ash turned slowly, hands held half-heartedly in the air.

The man did not strike an imposing figure.  He was of average height and build with no defining features.  With his bald head and yellow jacket, he looked like a janitor.  He was, however, carrying a rather vicious looking revolver which was pointed at her face.  His stare briefly glanced at her face, before locking directly on her massive cleavage.

"Up here, buddy," she said amused.  All men were so predictable.

"Shut up!" he exclaimed, jolted back to reality.  The gun shook in his hands, still pointed at her face.  "I don't recognize you!  Where the fuck did you come from!"

"Like I said," Ash replied through gritted teeth.  "I came on a ship."

"Give me a reason to believe ya!" the man retorted.  "Ripley, ya said?"

Roxie finally decided to chime in, her voice crowding out Ash's own thoughts.  "Tell him that you can give him a ride."  A moment passed before the voice, a bit sour, added, "Not that kind of ride.  A ride on your ship.  And his name's Axel."

Ash smirked.  "Axel, I can give you a ride.  And if you're really good, I'll even give you a ride on my spaceship."  She smiled broadly at her own joke.

"The fuck are you on about?  You fuckin' crazy?  How the fuck do you know my name?!"  The man was becoming unhinged quickly and Ash really didn't feel like getting shot in the face.

"Look, buddy," Ash replied, a little impatient at this point.  "I know there's some big scary monster running around killing people.  So let's move this train along, shall we?"  She smiled pleasantly at his flabbergasted face.  "How bout I just give you a nice blowjob, then maybe we fuck and then maybe we get the fuck out of this dark corridor?  Whattdya say?"

His jaw dropped.  "You're a fucking psycho."

"And you're a man," came the swift reply.  "Men are easy."  With both hands she gestured at her large breasts, entrapped as they were behind the thin cloth of her jumpsuit.  "Do you want to sample these or not?"

While Axel stared dumbfounded at Ash, she could hear the groans of disgust and horror in her ear as Kaylee and Roxie took in what was happening.  "He is so completely disgusting!" cried Roxie.  "You really will fuck anything!" 

"Meh, I'd probably do him," noted Kaylee.

Ashwynn just smiled as Axel slowly lowered his gun from her face.  "Good choice," she said as she gingerly unzipped her jumpsuit a bit further.  Under the jumpsuit she still had a dark green tank top, but the cloth was taut enough to leave little to the imagination.  She could see his stance relax a bit, his mind starting to comprehend what was happening.

"Well, let's see what you got," Ash said, lowering herself down onto her knees.  As she knelt in front of him, she deftly unzipped his fly as he stood still as a statue.  She giggled playful as she reached in, finding him already rock hard and fully erect at a modest six or so inches.  He yelped ('Ah shit!') as she grabbed him, pulling his dick out into the cold station air.

Ashwynn engulfed Axel's cock in one swift motion, her full lips sliding over his long neglected member.  She could hear the metallic clatter of the revolver hitting the ground as it slipped from Axel's distracted grasp.  He let out an appreciative groan as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen went down on him.  Ash was used to extremely well-endowed men (and beasts), so with Axel's average sized penis she was able to take him to the hilt with one swift motion.

"Christ!" Axel yelped as he savored the sensation of the head of his dick slipping down Ash's tight throat.  Even the ever present threat of sudden disembowelment at the claws of the mysterious monster hunting on the station receded in his mind, replaced only with the pleasure at hand.  With his winning personality, he was never popular with the ladies on Sevastopol.  Becoming a murderous thieving scavenger after the arrival of Anesidora did not help much.

Meanwhile, Ashwynn worked him expertly.  With her hands and her mouth she serviced him--pumping his cock in her hands, fondling and sucking on his swollen balls, happily slurping away on the shaft.  She'd always enjoyed giving blowjobs at any excuse.  Pizza delivery guys, taxi cab drivers, the odd customer at the bar: she'd take any chance to hone her skills.  She stared up at him, her dazzling green eyes locked on his pale blue orbs.  She watched the agony on his face; he wasn't going to last long at all.

"Oh shit!" Axel grunted, his body tensing up.  Ash's eyes widened as she felt the first warm blast against the back of her throat.  Settling in and accepting it, she sensually sucked away, milking every last drop of cum from his spasming cock.  "Damn, you're a right good slut, aren't ya?"

Ash swallowed the last of his load, wiping her lips off.  "Aren't you a charmer," she replied with a sneer.

"We ought to get going," Axel replied as he stuffed his dick back in his pants.  "We need to head to--"  *CLANG*!!  His words were cut off by the loud clatter of metal, followed by the sounds steel scraping across the floor.  "What was that?!" he asked urgently, picking his revolver back up off the ground.

"Oh snap!" shrilled Kaylee in Ash's ear while Roxie yelped, "Run!"

"Huh?" replied Ashwynn.  "Oh, is that alien here?  I was wondering when he'd show up."  She looked towards the sound, but in the pitch black corridors of the ship she could see nothing.

Axel backed up slowly, pistol in hand.  His eyes darted back and forth as he scanned the room, slowly realizing the danger that he was in.  "Who's there?!" he shouted, raising his revolver.  "Come out now before I -- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  His terrified scream pierced the relative silence of the station, startling Ashwynn.  He looked down in horror as he saw the Xenomorph's spiked tail lance through his chest, his eyes fixed on wrenched torso.

"Holy shit!" shouted Ashwynn, thoroughly entertained at this point.  Normally, witnessing someone getting brutally murdered in front of Ash would unsettle her a bit.  That would be a normal person's reaction, as evidenced by Kaylee and Roxie's screams of fright in her ear.  On the other hand, the knowledge that this was a video game (and plus the fact that she didn't like Axel that much anyways) pushed that aside, even as real as it seemed.  It was like being in the ultimate VR movie.  Of the Xenomorph she could only see a dark shadow looming over Axel as it lifted him effortlessly in the air.  It let out a low guttural growl as it did, with Ash's hair standing on in.  Then with a screech, it vanished into an air vent behind it, taking a screaming Axel with it.

Ashwynn was left alone in the room, tits still spilling out of her shirt and the taste of cum on her tongue.  "That was...friggin' awesome!"

"That was real fucked up you mean," replied Roxie.

"Yeah, yeah," said Ash dismissively.  "He was clearly an asshole."

"Why'd you blow him then?" came the reply.

"Why wouldn't I?" Ash noted.  Ashwynn Covington may be Empire City's foremost demon huntress, the bane of perhaps thousands of demons and beasts.  But she was also an unabashed slut and she knew it.  Roxie's question didn't even compute as logical in her mind.  She picked up Axel's fallen revolver off the ground and gathered her pack.  It was a large firearm, high caliber.  "He won't be needing this anymore."  

"So how long do you want to play this game?" Roxie said in her ear.

That was not a question Ash had considered.  "I dunno, seems interesting.  Until I kill or fuck this alien?"

"Well, you don't really get a chance to kill him in awhile but...wait, did you say you wanted to fuck the alien?!"  Roxie's voice was incredulous.  "Why am I even surprised anymore?  You should come across the transit station, by the way.  From there you can take the tram."

"No idea," Ash replied as she moved forward in the corridors.  She could have added that Roxie seemed a bit hypocritical, given her own aptitude for getting fucked while on jobs.  That would only rile up her young friend, though.  Currently Ashwynn's real body was sitting defenselessly next to Roxie and Kaylee, so she thought it prudent not to piss the generally vindictive woman off.  "Looks like I'm at the transit station."

"Alright, hit the green button to call the tram," Roxie replied.  

Ash found the button, but hesitated.  As fun as the game was so far, she knew how it was going to end.  No point in delaying it.  "What if I just sit around?  Will the alien come to me?"

"I dunno...maybe?  Why would you want that though?" Rox questioned.  "The point of the game is to not get murdered by the alien."

"We've seen that I'm able to bend the rules of the game," Ash replied.  "I'm willing to bet in the Slenderman game you can't choose to fuck him into submission.  Maybe the game tailors itself to the subject...which means I want to play my way."

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The Xenomorph moved amongst the vents, the scent of its prey in the air.  The blood of the last one still stained its segmented and barbed tail.  There were no thoughts and no musings inside its head, only the hunt.  It had seen its prey when it killed the last one, a human woman.  After seeing her, an imperative flashed through its mind that it had never experienced before.  Yet the hunt was the same.  It could smell the human's pheromones, drawing the hunter to the prey.  It could feel the heat emanating from her even from the maintenance ducts.

It emerged.  The prey was standing motionlessly in the center of the room.  Was it paralyzed in fear?  No...the alien did not sense fear.  Why was it not afraid?  The Xeno could not find any source of danger or any trap.  The imperative flared again, pressing the Xenomorph to action.  It stood on both its hind legs, rising to its full height.  Still the woman stood motionlessly, defiant.  She emanated heat...was it not wearing its outer covering?

The Xenomorph felt an unfamiliar movement in its loins.

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"Men...all the same," Ashwynn said to herself.  She stood in awe as she watched the alien draw itself to its height.  The transit room was well-lighted enough that Ash got a good look at it.  It was well over eight feet tall, not including the six foot long prehensile bladed tail that slithered behind it.  Its smooth elongated head brandished a set of toothy jaws that seethed at the sight of its prey.  It growled a most unnatural noise, its mouth parting only to reveal the inner set of jaws beneath.  Its long arms stretched out, showing off its three fingered claws.

Ash was once again ignoring the shrieks of horror in her ear, tuning them out to concentrate on the task at hand.  She stood before the monster, head held up high and tits jutting forward.  She was naked -- all part of her master plan, of course.  The maintenance jack and revolver lay on the ground, out of reach.  She was armed only with a pair of large tits, weapons of mass distraction indeed.  She could already see an appendage unfurling itself between the Xenomorph's legs as it slowly stepped towards its prey.  Ash turned her back on the monster, bending over and placing her hands lightly on her knees.  Doing her best Marilyn Monroe impression, she sultrily whispered at the Xenomorph, "Mmm, take me to your leader, big boy..."  (Roxie: 'So lame!')

The Xenomorph moved fast, more agile than Ash expected.  With a clamor of taloned claws and a vicious taunting growl, it pounced on the demon hunter, who yelped in surprise.  One long slimy hand gripped her torso while the other hooked under her right leg, lifting her off the ground.  Its rubbery skin was smooth yet its grip was firm.  For a moment she wondered if the beast was going to tear her apart -- but then she felt the something pressing her soaked slit from below.

She turned her head to look back at the beast, staring straight into its face (or what looked like maybe a face).  Surprisingly it had no odor, even with its vicious teeth bared inches from her face.  She could see the serpentine tongue roiling around inside its mouth, underneath the second set of fanged jaws.  It curiously poked its hardened dick against Ash, its cock thin but at near a foot long.

"Oooh," Ash whispered at the Xeno as it nudged clumsily below her.  "You're virgin, aren't ya?  Don't worry I don't bite!"

With a roar the Alien surged upwards into Ash, its slick penis easily sliding up into her.  Where it may have lacked in experience, it made up for in pure bestial enthusiasm as it rutted up into her.  The Xenomorph was a half ton of pure muscle beneath that hardened carapace.  Every thrust was like her poor cervix getting hit by a fire engine.  Still, the sensations were as real as ever as Sevastopol station now echoed with her screams of pleasure.

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as the alien bounced her on its hips.  Its sharpened tail thrashed wildly behind it as its most basest and primal instincts took hold.  To be in the grip of such a monster was exhilarating, though admittedly it was slightly tempered by the fact that she was not truly in mortal danger.  Still, her body appreciated the pure power that the Xenomorph embodied and lust surged within her.  Even as it pistoned from below, Ash pounded downwards from above.  With every buck of its hips, the force caused her massive tits to near flop in her face.

"YES!!!" she shrieked as she came, the first climax slamming into her.  Even through her orgasmic haze she could hear moans in her ear.  As they clearly weren't coming from the alien, Ash could only assume that Kaylee and Roxie were at it again.  Those two never could keep their hands off each other at the first sight of anything sexual.

She screeched as one of its hand snatched at her right breast, the slender appendages that were its fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of her fat tits.  She looked at the creature with a dull smile in her face, even as it roared back at her.  Its tongue unfurled, sliding against her face and down her neck.  Still, the feeling of an alien tongue salivating all over her didn't distract Ash from the fact that the alien had stopped humping her.

"Hey...why'd you -- OH FUCKING SHIT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.  He had impaled her -- that is he had shoved his entire length into her tender ass.  Luckily the alien did not have too much in the way of girth because otherwise such strength into her puckered ass would have likely torn it apart.  The creature redoubled its efforts, fucking the human with all its will.  Ash was not unaccustomed to anal, though she did not love it as much as Roxie (loathed as she would be to admit it).  Still, with the pain came pure ecstasy for Ash, who writhed in the alien's hands.

The Xenomorph's bellows crescendoed towards its peak.  She could only imagine every other survivor on the station cowering in fear at the sound of the thunderous orgasmic symphony shuddering through bulkheads.  Ash remembered vaguely the fact that its blood was acidic enough to burn through metal -- she silently hoped that its cum would not share that trait.  With a final roar of triumph, the alien slammed up into her, lodging itself completely.  Hot jizz spilled into her, as her limbs spasmed with her own orgasm.  Given it was such a massive creature, she wasn't surprised when a seemingly endless supply of green jizz streamed down from her abused ass.  A pool began spreading at her feet, lewd as it was.

The alien stared at her, even as her head lolled back in fatigue.  Ash figured that it was trying to decide what to do with her, its task now complete.  The redhead couldn't care less, satisfied as she was with her orgasmic high.  Its answer came in the form of dropping Ash to the ground as she unceremoniously crumpled into a heap.  The Xenomorph gave out what almost sounded like a satisfied growl as it trudged back towards the vent in the wall.

"Oh, just gonna fuck and run, eh?" Ash mused as the alien disappeared back into the vents.  "Typical."