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It was about 16 hours after XCOM Major Sarah "Mongoose" Johnson had received a tray overflowing with food. Once she had eaten her fill, she had gone to sleep. She was out for about 8 hours when she awoke.

She figured that it was probably about 6 am. Sarah looked at the tray, and finished off the remaining food as her breakfast. As she ate, she went over her discussion with Syntessa.

The vipers seemed to have a strong sense of respect for her and did not hold a grudge against her despite the fact that she had killed many of their kind. To a large extent the feeling was mutual. The vipers were exceptionally dangerous fighters and but for a few specialized units, she prioritized the vipers as targets due to their own effectiveness, not due to any dislike of the species.

Syntessa, Ash, and Lysa. Very human sounding names. Interesting that all three were born on Earth, but after such an extended occupation it made sense for the aliens to begin raising troops on Earth. Sarah had never heard of any alien birthing facilities, but that made sense as secrecy of was the number one security for her own child. No doubt Advent considered their birthing facilities to be equally secretive.

As she thought about the next generation of vipers that throwaway like by Syntessa made her curious. She believed that Sarah would be of use to the vipers, but the vipers weren't planning on receiving genetic mods from the scanning they were conducting.

"The benefits I will be providing the vipers?" Sarah thought. "The hell does that even mean? The other two began to laugh at the thought of using me for gene mods, so that is so absurd to be humorous to them. "Hmmm, no, they probably wouldn't eat me. I'd be enough to feed maybe one or two, and Syntessa's words imply a greater impact than making a meal of me."

Sarah pondered what Syntessa meant. Sarah laughed as a picture of her dressed in a blue blazer as a school teacher pointing to a diagram on a blackboard in front of a classroom full of vipers who were all contorted to sit in highschool desks popped into her mind. "Pfft. Not likely. Hilarious, but not likely."

As she sat there wondering what Syntessa had meant, one thought continued to trouble her. Something she could have done that may have helped her immensely.

"Damn, I should have asked Syntessa for a book."

The boredom was starting to get annoying. After the first few days Sarah had organized her thoughts made some plans if they let her out of the cell to the point where she could figure out the full base layout. She was all alone, so an exploratory escape would do nothing but lose good will. If she were in a large POW camp, the camp troublemakers could act as scouts without damaging relations between the prisoners generally and the guards. But by herself, she needed to create a greater rapport with the staff as subtlety would get her farther than a frontal ****.

"Did ssssomeone ssssay book?"

Sarah looked up as Syntessa slithered into the room.

"Syntessa, you're a life saver."

Syntessa paused and stared at Sarah. "Why did you assssume that I am me? I mean that I am Ssssyntesssa?"

Sarah blinked, and realized that most people probably wouldn't have her eye for detail. "Well, you each have a unique pattern to your scales. While the overall color is gold, you have a distinctively red highlighting among your scales, while Lysa has more of a pink highlighting, and Ash has more of an orange tint. And beyond that you each have different facial features. And you have a hint of color on your cheeks"

Syntessa was amazed, and had to fight not to cum as she stood there looking at her prisoner. "I... thank you. For you to recognize our individuality amongsssst those in our nessst is the highest compliment."

Sarah was surprised at how intense Syntessa's eyes stared into her own. The depth of the gratitude she was recieving was something she could only recall experiencing a few times in her life. At that point she knew not to minimize its impact. "You are quite welcome, I believe that it would have been disrespectful for me to not recognize your individuality."

Syntessa seemed lost in thought. Sarah was tempted to let the silence continue, but this seemed like a good moment to try to gain some intel. "Speaking of which, are Lysa and Ash busy?"

Syntessa broke from her distraction, and focused back on Sarah. "Asssshe and Lyssssa are bussssy caring for two new additionssss to our nessst that we picked up lassst night."

"Was that the mission you had to leave for last night?"

"Yessss, it was a ssshort trip, but our new viperssss require time to ssssettle in."

"Do your people come from breeding facilities?"

Syntessa laughed. "No. Vipersss are not like the sssslender onessss. Thossse creaturesss are grown in vatsss."

Sarah pondered that. 'So, not grown in a breeding facility? Do they ley eggs? She did describe a group of vipers as a nest...'

Syntessa slithered closer, almost too close to Sarah. "Are you interesssted in how vipersss reproduce?"

Sarah did have to admit that she was curious. "Do you lay eggs?"

Syntessa again laughed. Eggs... God she loved this human. "Sssso funny. Eggssss." Syntessa laughed so hard she snorted, making Sarah herself giggle at the sound.

Syntessa reached up and fondled her own breasts. "Ssso, do you want to know how viperssss are made?"

Sarah, was a bit shocked at Syntessa's actions she still found it strange that a reptilian creature had so many mammalian features, but didn't feel like she was in danger.

"Only if you don't mind, I don't mean any disrespect."

"Ssssarah, assss you have asssked, I sssshall sssshow you." Quick as a flash Syntessa was wrapped around Sarah the same way she was when she had been captured.

"Syntessa? What? Why?"

"Ssssss. Beloved, I am sssshowing you how viperssss are made", and Syntessa sank her fangs into Sarah's neck.

For a second, Sarah felt the pain of the fangs in her neck, and a burning spreading from the pain. But after a second the neck area felt numb. Sarah could feel some liquid being squeezed into her body she could feel it as it rushed through her blood stream, as if her blood was a wave of fire followed by a numb coldness. Sarah didn't know what to do. She couldn't move, and had no weapon. It seemed like the venom was endless, it just kept pumping in.

Neither Sarah, nor XCOM itself were aware that the vipers were capable of creating multiple types of venom, as the acidic poison was their standard load. It took about an hour for a viper to drain its venom sacks and switch types, so it was unlikely that XCOM would recover vipers with the alternate venom absemt the most unusual circumstances. In Syntessa's case she had been so turned on by Sarah the day before, that her venom had switched almost involuntarily.

Eventually, Syntessa's venom sacs ran dry and she gently removed her fangs, the venom coagulating when exposed directly to the air preventing blood loss.

Syntessa moved her head to face Sarah, and placed a kiss on her lips. Sarah was woozy as if she'd been roofied, and Syntessa pushed her tongue onto Sarah's mouth. Sarah didn't understand what was going on, but she felt something wrap around her tongue and then slither off of it as Syntessa retracted her forked appendage.

As Sarah fell into unconsciousness Syntessa laid her on the slab, and next to her head, she laid down the "book" that she had brought. Well, book was an exaggeration. It was a magazine full of hard core lesbian porn that she had picked up from a recent attack near a mini-mart. It was one half a joke, and one half hope... no, that's a lie, it was 100% hope.

Sarah would sleep for at least 16 hours as the venom got to work.

Syntessa leaned down and whispered. "My love, you did assssk for it." Syntessa licked Sarah's ear then slithered out of the cell.