Xeno Empress

((This story is taken taken from The-Drunken-Bandit's Cartoon Overlord. In fact it was talking to them that inspired me to just up and this story hub up. Some changes might happen during the shift over))

(Double Edit) - gonna shift this from first person to third person. I find I write better in third. Chapters might look weird while I shift.

The void is dark, expansive and mysterious. Untold numbers of worlds dot the skies, home to untold different life forms, resources, wonders..., and threats.

And that is what we follow with this story. Something considered threat, a pest, a weapon, and a monster. The universe knows them by many names; XX121, The Alien, Xenomorphs, and other terms. For them, however, they have no name. They simply are. To this race, they are simply "The Hive". And the Hive bleeds. Over the decades, they have been pushed again and again to the edge of extinction only to come crawling out of the shadows, from long forgotten worlds, or decayed stations. Endangered one year, thriving the next. Controlled by those who seek them as weapons and tools, freed from their shackles by the overconfident or foolish. Beaten and slain, victorious and feasting; The Hive has been through it all. And the Hive, and the will that sits at the center of this race, is tired of this cycle. This Mind is tired of seeing it's kind killed en-mass, of fleeing into the darkness, of fighting tooth and nail for any small gain, for the right to exist.

Thus the Mind begun to plan, to prepare and collect. Shifting it's focus from random propagation the Mind exerted it's will. Deep in the darkness of space the Hive has stirred and changed in answer. It moved to capture for more than just breeding, raiding stations for info and materials, slowly amassing what it needed. Experimenting and combing genenics in dark pools, warping and mutating itself and those it claimed. The Hive realized a new strain must appear, the old ways no longer stable enough to keep the Hive save. This strain would be different, made to dominate all in it's way or lay them low. It was in no hurry as time passed, for the Hive known not the passage of time, only the drive to it's goal.

And in the decades of trial and error, of birth of new live, to testing, to its failure, and back to collecting; of the number of non Hive beings it had killed, spliced, and fused into the soup, it finally accomplished it's goal. From all it's work, rather than a strain or a brood, the Hive made a single champion, a being to shift the balance of their race, to let them hold sway across the stars in safety once more. Not a Queen but something much greater. An Empress.

It stood taller than most Warriors, a wall of muscle and flesh, bone and cartilage; a living weapon on par with any Praetorian strain. But this form was not as large, or as bulky as it's towering kind. It was more hourglass in it's appearance, with large sacks of cushy fat on it's chest, rear, and thighs. Large plump lips hang from it's mouth, both of them. Rather than making a proper Xeno body, the Hive had gifted this one with a Human female figure, having a pussy and asshole, to be used for more pleasurable pursuits. It's skin was glisting black, reflecting the light off, giving it an eye catching sheen.

It was the masterpiece of the Hive, a corner stone of what it wanted; Strong, Soft yet Firm, Alluring, Fierce, Curvy, and most of all; Corrupting. https://tulip.paheal.net/_images/ae1761a63b6421dcbd898397b5d3a446/912283%20-%20Alien%20Alien_Queen%20Xenomorph%20rohanscribe.png

The Hive has crafted this being into an Apex of strength, brutality and femininity. Unlike others of of it's kind, it lacked a way of propagating it's racerace, at least not the usual ways. Not by eggs or chestbursters, no it would to use new ways to expand it's hive. It's acidic blood is was gone removed, deemed too dangerous to prey and itself. It's fluids and pheromones were much stronger in other ways, effecting the minds of the Hiveless. To go along with this, the Mind of the Hive gifted it with advanced psionic abilities, though not terribly strong but enough to **** it's will onto lesser Hiveless. In this case, basically any other organic of a certain level; such as humans. Though those that are unable to be effected in these ways, it still possessed the strength and reflexes of it's kind, even being a step above the Royal Guards.

Finally, the Hive gifted it's chosen daughter advanced adaption abilities, allowing it to rewrite itself with new gene splices it might pick up along the way. All the better to change itself to either fit in or grow in power as it moved to establish itself across the stars. And beyond.

The Hive has taught it as best it can how it use these gifts and finally granted it the last prize it could, a deep secret of it's kind. Using a lured ship and converted/controlled crew, the Empress found itself on a barren, cold dead world. In the deepest reaches, the Hive has told of an object of power. Old, lost and forgotten; the Mind was worried about using this power in the past but deems it worth the risk now. After all if anything could thwart the Empress, all hope would be lost for their kind. The process simply took too long to do, and anything capable of beating it's chosen would no doubt slay the rest of them, in an attempt to make sure another one was never spawned. And thus, the Hive gifted it's daughter, this gift and danger.

In the middle of these ruins, was a whitish platform with a number of sprout off walkways leading to smaller platforms, each one having an archway of some kind. Guided by the Hive, the Empress began to work the long lost dust covered controls, using the mental instructions given to it to bring this place to life once more and causing the archways to shimmer in a faint light.

The Hive told it's Empress that these archways are portals to other worlds. Distant and near, different and similar; The Hive grew fearful of the beings it's drones and scouts had found on the other side eons ago. Images of mighty warriors, powerful machines, and ancient lifeforms filled the Empress's mind, and it realized the danger that lay ahead but the possibilities that were also there. However the power here is old, weak and faded. In time, it might be able to bring more power to bare and unlock more functions, but for now the Empress found it could only do one thing. Activate a portal to another world, and only open one. The Hive bids it's chosen to take one, and find solutions. Find Power, find knowledge, find allies and hosts and anything that could help. And from there, break the cycle the Hive had been locked in since it crawled forth from the void.

With a flick of it's tell, and a grin on both it's mouths; the Empress gently moved it's hand over the ancient control Panel. The Hive had set it loose now, and now it considered the possibilities.