Queen of the Hive (Alien 3)

Queen of the Hive (Alien 3)

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Themes: Monster Sex, Breeding, Bad End



Summary: An AU of Alien 3 in which the Runner is even more different from the aliens Ripley is used to. She'll be the nest's new Queen alright. Whether she wants it or not.

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Ellen Ripley wakes up with a jerk, coming back to consciousness in a panic. The last thing she remembered was... the infirmary. She and Clemens had been talking, though it was more like Clemens had been talking and she'd been barely listening. Then... oh god. The Runner.

She tries to move, tries to scramble to her feet, but it's impossible. Twisting as much as she can, Ripley can't see anything, not really. Wherever she is, it's incredibly dark here. Though her eyes are starting to adjust a little bit. Not that that helps very much. What she can see is practically nothing even now. It's more what she can feel than anything else.

Ripley is stuck. Wherever she is, wherever she's been brought, she's trapped. She's on all fours, and her hands and lower legs are glued to the floor by some substance too strong for her to fight off. No matter how hard she pulls, no matter how much she struggles, she's not getting any give. She'd likely sooner rip her own limbs off than escape whatever the fuck this junk is.

And that... that brings more memories of what happened in the infirmary back to the forefront. The Runner had gotten Clemens first. Killed him dead before he could react. And then, it had cornered her. She'd been trapped against a wall, nowhere to go, and it had gotten nice and close.

That was the last thing she remembered. Frankly, Ripley would have assumed that she was never going to wake up again. The only thing she can think is that the Alien is keeping her alive as an emergency food source. It'd knocked her out and dragged her here... oh god, was she already infected? Had one of those blasted facehuggers gotten down her throat while she was unconscious.

Fear fills every last inch of Ripley's body. She can't even touch her chest with her hands, not that it would really help even if she could. Still, was this how she died? Trapped in this place, waiting for the inevitable. She would almost prefer to bite through her own tongue and choke on her own blood, but part of her rebelled against the thought. She didn't want to die. Even now, she didn't want to die. She-

Ripley freezes in place as she senses movement. Her eyes are adjusting more and more to the dark. She's in... some dank, dark corner of the prison, from the look of things. The walls are made of nondescript metal, so there's not much more she can do to figure out where she is. However, her eyesight has gotten good enough that she detects black moving on black and realizes that the thing approaching here is not a shadow... not a shadow at all.

It takes every ounce of her willpower not to hyperventilate. She'd faced down creatures like this before, obviously. But this time is different, equally obviously. What had that psycho Golic said? He'd called the Runner a 'Dragon' or something. And maybe that was even accurate. The Alien was different this time around. It didn't look like the ones she'd dealt with before. It didn't act like them either.

A whimper leaves Ripley's lips as the Dragon creeps ever closer to her. She readies herself for death, expecting for it to rip her apart and kill her any second. The only reason it would leave her alive is for living food, right? Had to be.

Except no. And that's... that's so much worse. When the Dragon doesn't immediately kill her, Ripley's heart sinks into her stomach. She's infected, isn't she? It won't kill her because it's waiting for her to burst. G-God. She'd seen how it was, dying like that. She didn't want it to happen to her.

Making strange, inhuman noises, the Dragon moves over her almost languidly. The alien creature slides itself over her downed body. Ripley jerks and struggles, shuddering at the feel of its weight along her back. But she can't escape now anymore than she could earlier.

One would think, a monster like this wouldn't be gentle. And it was safe to say that it was being rather rough with her. However, compared to the sheer brutality and visceral violence that the alien creatures were normally capable of, this was almost... kind. And therefore enjoyable.

She hated it, of course. Ripley hated every last moment of the defilement. But that didn't stop her from crying out as it raked against her insides in just the right way to make her toes curl. If she could move her hands, she would curl them into fists, but she can't do even that much. She can't do anything but take it.

Until finally, it's over. The Runner thrusts into her one last time and she feels it unload inside of her. Ejaculation, not eggs. Did that mean it was going to use her eggs or something? That brought up a whole new sensation of horror and disgust inside of her. When the creature pulls out of her, Ripley shudders at the feeling of loss. Some small part of her wants it back inside of her. How sick is that.

Maybe it would be better if she died after all. Maybe it was time to take the coward's way out before things got even worse. She could still bite through her own tongue. Bleed out. Escape this horrific fate. She just had to-

Before Ripley can work up the courage, before she can talk herself into committing suicide, her head suddenly snaps back, claws encircling her skull as the Dragon pulls her head backwards. Not fast or hard enough to break her neck, unfortunately. At the same time, it leans down and plants its secondary mouth in her mouth, Ripley's eyes widening as some sort of fluid is disgorged down her throat.

What the fuck was that? What was- oh god. Ripley's eyes damn near roll back in her head as she cums her brains out. Whatever the alien creature had just fed her was... good. Better than good, it drove her insane. But then, that was the point wasn't it? Maybe the Runner had somehow recognized her giving up on her will to live. Maybe the Alien knew she was going to try to end it if it didn't do something.

... Or maybe the damn bastard thing just knew it had to keep her fed with certain nutrients, and a side effect of its fluids was to leave her drugged to the gills and barely capable of thinking straight.

Either way, as the Dragon pulls off of her and slinks away, likely to continue slaughtering everyone else in the prison and beyond, Ripley is left alone to her own devices. But... she struggled with mustering the urge to kill herself before. Now? Now she wouldn't be able to even work up the jaw strength to bite through her own tongue if she wanted to.

The truth dawns on her then, as Ripley is left with just her own thoughts in a somewhat drugged, zen state of mind. See, in the insect world, the Queen doesn't do shit except lay around and lay eggs all day every day. The Queen isn't in charge. It doesn't make decisions. It doesn't lead the hive.

That's Ripley's fate. She's the Queen of this Alien Hive now, she's pretty sure. And in the end, all that boils down to is her being an incubator and broodmother to give birth to more of the Dragon's spawn until her body finally gives out.

This is Ellen Ripley's fate. After everything she's been through, after everything she's survived, this is how she goes out. And the worst part is, thanks to the alien creature's secretions, she can't even bring herself to much all that much. Clinically, she recognizes what's going to happen to her should be horrifying. But... it probably won't be so bad, at the end of the day.

No more worries. No more concerns. Nothing but waiting for the Dragon to return as she gives birth to more and more of his kind.

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