Licorice

You recently picked up a distress beacon on your way home from another successful raid on a Crime Lord Outpost. The beacon you picked up came from a ship belonging to the B.B.B.C., also known as the Big Breasted Bimbos Collective. It was a profitable sex corporation specializing in genetic engineering to make the sluttiest, sexiest most cum-hungry bimbos in the entire universe. It's tied to a lot of shady business practices due to numerous missing people's cases involving them. Cases relating to men and women being offered jobs before disappearing off the face of the planet, Hedon. Then the next day, a new Bimbo sex worker would be introduced which may or may not have been the missing person.

It was strange...usually there would be a message after picking up on the signal, but all you heard were constant moans that then led to screams. Whether they were screams of pleasure was hard to tell. But it was what caused the screaming you were interested in. After listening to the recording a couple of times, you picked up one of the moans sounding more like pain or sickness than pleasure. Then came a wet, grotesque sound of something bursting open and the screams of lust turned to screams of horror before breaking up.

Ominous...

You didn't have time to think more about it since you were coming up to the ship in question. It's tag was labeled as...the Throat Boat. Damn these Bimbos...

As you dock your ship, you exit your spacecraft in your Power Armor. You kept your arm cannon at the ready as you approach the Throat Boat's emergency hatch.

With a swift input of code, the hatch opens up for you with a hiss. You drop into the dark, narrow corridors of the ship's halls before the hatch closed above you. You hear what sounds like faint moans echoing through the vessel, which made this place sound all the more haunting.

You prepare yourself for whatever twisted perversion awaits you within the walls of...ugh, the Throat Boat. With your finger resting lightly on the trigger of your arm cannon, you step further into the darkness. Your senses heightened, scanning every shadow for potential danger...or pleasure. Who knows with these freaks?

You find the source of the moaning...and had no idea what to think about this. You see what is supposed to be a Xenomorph, but it looked absolutely nothing like the Xenomorphs you heard of.

It seemed to be more female, and unlike the typical Xenomorphs, she looked bizarrely sensual and erotic. Her skin was dark black and smooth, with a striking resemblance to a human woman's body. A Bimbo's body. She had massive breasts, wide hips, and a plush ass - everything about her screamed "sex". But what really stood out were her lips. They were full, shiny, and incredibly inviting. A stark contrast to the razor-sharp fangs hiding behind them.

Now the pieces were starting to fit. It seems one of the Bimbos on this ship had been impregnated by a Xenomorph during a previous encounter. So when the Bimbo died after it came bursting out of her chest, the result was this gorgeous creature before you. You decided to name it Licorice since it was now part Bimbo and didn't seem to want to kill you.

Not that Licorice was paying you any attention since the alien was busy. She was fucking, or perhaps breeding, some poor brown haired woman in her underwear and bra that obviously wasn't a Bimbo.

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But that raises the question: who the hell is she?

"Ohh! Ohh! H-Hey, you!!" The struggling woman underneath Licorice groans, trying to claw her way out from underneath the alien. She gritted her teeth as the Aliens futanari's ribbed cock rubbed against her insides. "Don't just fucking stand there, get this thing–OOOOOHH!!"

The woman's words died in her throat as Licorice suddenly thrusts deeply into her, smashing her wide hips into the woman's, causing her to orgasm hard. Like, really hard. The brown haired woman's eyelids nearly fell shut, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as Licorice came inside her with the force of a fire hydrant.

"Ahhh...!" Her voice sounded strangled and weak, her body tensing up again as the alien continued to thrust within her.

Just what the hell kind of place is this?! And why are you so fucking turned on just by watching?! Actually, do you even want to just watch? What do you do?

After having your own fun with the Xenoslut, you managed to calm it down. You also decided to get Licorice and the other woman, who introduced herself as Ellen Ripley, off the Throat Boat and into your ship. Licorice, you decided, would make an excellent addition to your Harem. Even Ellen was beautiful enough to join your Harem, so you got a two for one deal.

You got both females onto the shuttle, and then looked back at Licorice who seemed to be staring at you with her usual intense gaze, though it was somewhat softer than usual. Her large, pillowy lips were slightly parted, but no sound came out. Instead, she just continued to stare at you, her gaze filled with an emotion that was somewhere between adoration and hunger.

After detaining Licorice in the storage bay in a cage for safety reasons, you approached Ellen Ripley. The nearly naked and woman looked like she'd been in a marathon with how messy her hair is and how sweaty her skin was. Then there was the gut full of Xeno cum she had which looked really sexy on her. You asked her what she was doing here on this ship.

Ellen didn't say anything for a moment, but then she spoke up.

"It's kind of a long story." She says to you. "I used to work with the Colonial Marines. We were sent to investigate a colony settlement in the Zeta II Reticuli. They're settled on Acheron, one of three known moons orbiting the planet Calpamos. Everyone was dead because it was infested with Xenomorphs, except for a little girl I adopted, Newt."

"We managed to get away from them, having been found by a passing merchant ship. That was years ago." She paused for a second before continuing. "Now I work as a Bounty Hunter, trying to make a living to support my daughter. That's when I got hired by the BBBC to locate one of their missing ships, the Throat Boat. I found it, and then that..." She trailed off, gesturing vaguely below where the storage unit was. "That thing dropped down and started fucking me harder than a horse in rut."

Ellen blushed hard, looking very embarrassed and ashamed of having been caught like that. "I...I'm not usually like that, you know? But it gets lonely out in space, and...every woman has their needs."

You nodded understandingly and told her not to worry about it. With that said, you escorted Ellen Ripley towards your quarter's bathroom where she could clean herself up. And maybe have some more fun while your at it~.

Eight Months later

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