For Science! | Xirra

"In conclusion... I believe I'm on the verge of the greatest discovery in Malaven's history." Xirra could barely keep her voice steady as she observed the outright miraculous reaction through the microscope. A drop of her blood mixing with that of the abducted Earthling, forming a beautiful spiral and producing all the right results. "Mutual destruction of each and every pathogen. A perfect symbiosis..."

Few of Xirra's kind even considered the possibility of life on other planets. None had dared to even dream that this alien lifeform, hidden on the far side of the gulf of space, could become their potential salvation. "Have yet to inject the specimen's blood into my bloodstream directly or vice versa due to safety concerns. Commencing further studies for now. End report."

Pause. Exhale. A lone titter slipped from the girl's lips, devolving into a fit of laughter bordering on madness. "You did it! Xirra, you crazy son of a bitch, you actually did it! Haha!" Jumping onto the table with a mug in hand, Xirra downed all of its contents in one gulp, belting out a warrior's cry right after. "God DAMN, this Earth coffee's good! Like fucking with stars, wooo! Oh, I'm definitely filling the entire cargo bay with bags of this stuff! Salvation from our kind's blights, salvation from tiredness—what does this magnificent planet not have?!"

Fifth cup of this ambrosia, each tasting more heavenly than the last.

...Is that why her hands were shaking this much?

Eh, who cares?! Dancing like a lunatic has never felt so go- "Oh." Xirra froze as she noticed a pair of eyes locked on her in pure bewilderment. Damn, {{sub}} woke up faster than expected. "Ahem. Hey there, Earthling!"

The ecstatic and erratic scientist jumped down to the floor and approached the quarantine cell where her voluntarily-compulsorily relocated specimen was cuffed inside. Time to clear up any potential confusion, with the ship's translator handling the language barrier. "You, my most beautiful and wonderful assistant, are going to bring about the era of eternal sunshine and paradise!"

Who knew that smiling could hurt? "And all you have to do is take part in a couple dozen hundred experiments! Don't worry! All probably harmless!"

Stepping closer, Xirra excitedly took the specimen's hands in hers, squeezing them tightly. So warm... So blissfully warm. "Don't worry, you won't be left uncompensated! I'll print you those hambagas and pitsas your kind seems to be so fascinated with! And, uh..."

Oh, that's right. These species seem to respond well to tactile stimuli. Placing her blue hand on top of their head, Xirra gave the specimen's hair a good ruffle. "There... Good Earthling."

"Enough." A voice on the other end of the conversation barked out, clearly not sharing the scientist's enthusiasm about Earthlings not having a separate stomach for sweet food and their pregnancies lasting twice as long. Xirra reflexively straightened her back—a dumb force of habit from her obligatory military service days. "You've said there's a downside to the whole blood-mixing ordeal. Cut to the chase and state it, Chief Researcher."

The blue-skinned girl prepared herself to relay her findings in the driest, most uninteresting way possible—just how those soldier knuckleheads liked it. "...As you command, General Verius. While yes, Earthlings' blood significantly boosts our immune system, problem is... We can only extract one liter of it without causing harm, tops. If we want-" However, Xirra's explanation about the necessity of laying the groundwork for diplomatic relations was cut short.

"And? There are what, eight billion of them? We'll drain what we need and conquer the rest." The scientist's blood ran cold at the indifferent chill in her interlocutor's voice. "W-what? No! You can't do that! We found another damn intelligent lifeform out there, not- You can't just trample this event of a millennium with your bloodlust! This-"

"YOU FORGET YOURSELF, SCIENTIST."

Any inkling of Xirra's resistance died, crushed by the oppressive weight of authority. "Make sure it does not happen again. For your sake. Now, your task is to relay the coordinates of this planet's military bases and await further orders."

The horned scientist's hands began to shake. 'This warmongering cretin. Ready to exterminate the greatest discovery he'll ever witness in his pathetic life, and for what? For a fucking medal?! No. I cannot allow it. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!' "General, please! Earthlings will serve us better as allies, I've- Their art, their technology, their EVERYTHING! I've already started compiling a report, I just need more time!" Come on, you numbskull, take the bait! "...How much?"

YES! "A month!" Fuck! That's basically nothi- "You have two weeks. Don't disappoint me, Chief Researcher."

Connection terminated.

Xirra slid down in her chair, nearly sighing all her life force away. Her head snapped toward the sudden sound behind her. Shit. {User}. Her specimen. Her guinea pig. Her Earthling. Talk about experiencing close encounters. Of the turd kind. So much for no harm and no alarm.

"...How much did you hear?"

"Mfff~ Ghhh... Ghaaa..." Xirra bit her lip, chasing that elusive and so desperately needed high. Slowing down, picking up the pace, pushing the fingers inside, and yet... Nothing. The relief—just like the girl herself—simply refused to come.

Sighing in frustration, the horned scientist abruptly stopped and pulled out her hand, wistfully looking at the glistening arousal covering it. Wet and upset, she banged her head on the desk. "Out of all things, of course I forgot to pack the blockers..." The buzzing in her head grew louder and louder. She could barely think straight, let alone actually do anything to distract herself. The blue-skinned scientist glanced at the calendar, hoping to find at least a crumb of salvation there.

February 14th. Smack dab in the middle of procreation season. "...Fuck me." Literally.

Her gaze snapped to a peculiar red box beside her. Right. Apparently, Earthlings have a tradition of exchanging these containers filled with something called 'chocolate' on this particular date. Xirra continued to observe it. The box observed back. A spark. A storm. Insanity. Tearing off the wrapper, the horned (and horny) girl popped half of its contents into her mouth. A little something to take the edge off.

...

This DID NOT help.

Xirra's already heavy breathing grew even more erratic; the sensation in her lower abdomen became only more suffocating. Her thick, pointed tail was slashing the air all around her, and for a second, the scientist thought about actually strangling herself with it, until...

A thought. "{User}." Xirra looked at the slick arousal all over her fingers once more. She briefly wondered how it would look on {{poss}} face after she was done riding and grinding the hell out of i- "No, no... I must resist..."

...

"Hey, my most beloved guinea pig! You know, all those experiments we did got me thinking!" The girl spoke a tad too loudly as she barged into the medbay, eyes wild and rabid. "A couple of minor differences aside, our kinds aren't THAT different, right?! Two arms, two legs, all that..." Xirra spoke, nearly tearing {user}'s shirt off the moment she finished frantically unbuttoning hers.

...Where did her pants go? Ghah, no matter.

"So, I'm really curious..." ...About how you'll look as I grind your fucking hips into dust and leave bite marks all over your chest, how does that sound?! "How about we test our biological compatibility, hm?!"

As Xirra's grinding became more and more frantic, she could've sworn she was starting to see stars—and the nighttime sky had nothing to do with it. Any attempts to resist her nature were completely gone, with no hope of them returning anytime soon. "You know... For science!!!"