Every Empress Needs an Emperor

Anna stared at him, waiting for him to crack and start laughing that she fell for his latest joke, but as he just sat there, waiting, without changing his expression, she felt a sense of dread begin to creep down her spine. Will would go to great lengths to get her to believe his jokes, but he always caved quickly when she gave him 'the look'. That he wasn't doing so meant that either he had suddenly gotten much better at not giving the game away, or he truly believed what he was saying. "Will, please, you can gloat all you want, but, just please tell me that this is one of your jokes," Anna begged him.

His face didn't change one bit and Anna began to feel the dread more acutely.

"It's not, Anna. When I woke up, you looked like a mix of, well, you and a Xenomorph Empress," William stated, voice almost devoid of emotion. "You look normal now, when you started waking up, all the new bits seemed to melt back into your body."

Seeing her look, he added, "I'm not crazy, Anna, I swear. I know it makes absolutely no sense, but I saw what I saw, even if what I saw can't be possible."

Anna shook her head and opened her mouth to reply when they both clutched their heads between fingers that were beginning to elongate and strengthen, the newly sharpened tips rending gouges into their heads, but they didn't notice, entirely focused on the all-consuming pain emanating from behind their skulls. With a pained groan and a whimper respectively, William and Anna fell into the cushioning sand, their vision fading slowly to black, both staring in disbelief at the monstrous amalgamation of man and creature the other was morphing into.

William blinked and groaned at the glaring sunlight that roused him, hearing Anna do the same from next to him. Raising his hand to ward off the offending light, he stared uncomprehendingly at the foreign limb that moved to shade his eyes, before his mind quickly caught up to what he and Anna had last been discussing, and he gulped as he recognized the look. Feeling ice flowing down his spine, he reluctantly began to follow the limb to an equally distinctive shoulder, before steeling himself and gazing down to the rest of his body, feeling a strange mix of excitement, disbelief and horror as he beheld his new look.

He had retained most of his human form, though he was much broader, his skin had been replaced by a tough, chitinous shell, seemingly polished to a mirror shine. His limbs were slightly longer and he could feel the immense strength they contained; he had no doubt that he could lift massive loads with ease, though he was unsure of why he knew that. His fingers were much longer, and would be called spindly in any other circumstance, but he knew their appearance was deceptive, and they could easily crush bone by themselves. They were also tipped with claw like nails made of the same material as the rest of his skin, and were razor sharp. Though certainly different, these changes were the most normal, and his eyes and hands soon travelled to his new appendages. Of course, he had the iconic blade-tipped tail, which seemed even sharper than his nails, the edge so fine it seemed to taper off into nothing, and almost appeared to rend the very air about it. As he shifted, trying to get used to using his tail, he felt something on his back catch, and blinked. 'No way,' he thought, 'No fucking way.' but as he hesitantly groped behind himself, he felt what he thought he would find. Running the length of his body, ending just above his shins and coming from his shoulder blades, a pair of insect-like wings were resting, folded, waiting for when he had need of them. Now beginning to feel almost excited, he quickly moved his hands to his head, and found the majestic, spiked crest he expected. 'I'm an Emperor,' he thought to himself, giddiness warring with disbelief, "I'm a fucking Emperor!" he crowed.

"And you were right," he heard Anna say from beside him, "I'm an Empress. I really didn't know what to think before, but now, well, it's kinda hard to argue with proof like this."

Finally tearing his gaze away from his new body, William looked to Anna to see what she looked like, now that he wasn't trying to get away from her thinking she was a monster. She looked mostly the same as he did, though she was sleeker, more svelte, her crown wasn't as vicious-looking as his, rather it appeared to be more elegant, more ornate; the crown of a empress beloved by her people, rather than that of an emperor feared by his enemies. She was a bit shorter than she used to be, he guessed around 4'9, though he knew that her small stature was no hindrance, and that she would be a vision of deadly grace if she had to defend herself. But where he found his eyes most drawn to were her new and improved curves. Her breasts, nothing to sneeze at before at a respectable C-cup, had swelled and sat firm and proud on her chest at a solid DD, shifting ever so slightly with her even breathing and capped with firm black nubs for nipples. Her ass had undergone enhancement as well, swelling from a lovable plump to a perfectly round and firm bubble, the perfect blend of muscle and fat. The last thing he noticed was that he was buried to the hilt in her drooling slit.

"Anna, as much as I like what's happening right now, I think we should really try to figure some things out. I mean, what are the odds that we really are some kind of hybrid Xenomorph royalty, versus, say, that we accidently ate some really tainted food and are having some kind of shared trip or something?"

She frowned at him, thinking, "Well, that specific scenario, I'd give it about even odds, but I get what you're saying This is so weird and everything that I know is telling me that this is impossible, but..." She trailed off, but jerked in surprise when William finished the thought.

"...But everything you feel is telling you it's true. I know, I feel it too."

"Well, if this is somehow some weird shared hallucination or something, then if we give our system enough of a shock, then one of us should be able to come to." Anna reasoned.

William nodded before looking around, sighing, then got up, causing Anna to whimper at the loss of penetration. He started rummaging through the wreckage of their campsite for a while, before returning holding a knife with a triumphant expression. "So, would you say that being cut might do the trick?" he asked.

"Well, possibly, but, Will, think about it. If you hurt yourself and I'm still hallucinating, that could go really bad." she said, before he smiled at her reassuringly.

"Don't worry, I'll start small, and go from there. If I really do have a Xenomorph's skin, then this little thing ain't gonna do jack." She nodded, conceding the point, but still looked worried. He patted her arm, before gently running the blade along his arm. Shaking his head, he pressed the blade down harder, to similar lack of results. "Well, crazy as it seems, it's kinda starting to look like we are actually Aliens now." he said, before quickly jabbing the knife into his arm.

"Will!" Anna cried, rushing to help him before noticing his large grin and the lack of any penetration. Slapping his arm, she berated him, "Don't do that! What if this is all some weird trip and you're actually bleeding really bad right now?"

He laughed, "Anna, love, I'm pretty sure we're not tripping. I know it seems crazy, but I'm fairly certain that would've snapped me out of anything. I've got one last test, but I'm pretty sure it's not needed. The lower left side of the abdomen is rather non-lethal in terms of bleeding out, so I'm going to try and stab myself there."

"Will, wait!" Anna quickly tried to reach out and stop him, but her attempt was halted by the sound of metal snapping. Looking in disbelief, she stared at the knife handle still held in William's hand, the blade having been broken by the **** of the blow, and now lay innocently in the sand, as if it hadn't just been the confirmation of unimaginable events.

"It's real," they both whispered, feeling a heady mix of elation, arousal, incredulity, power and pure, primal lust sweep through them, as they came together in a heated kiss, the world faded to black around them once more.

As he came to once again, his new senses easily picked up both her arousal and satisfaction, along with a surprising bit of information.

William jerked in surprise, causing Anna to give an appreciative moan as he shifted delightfully inside her. "Anna, I don't know how I know this, but... you're pregnant."

She groaned in disappointment as the surprise caused William to soften and begin to exit her sex, the journey taking considerably longer than previous instances. He noticed with a mental grin at the last part of himself that had been enhanced. "I know, have known since I came to. I also know that you're going to be a daddy considerably sooner than you think."

Quirking an eyebrow at her, or, at least trying to before realizing that his new form didn't have them, he asked, "What do you mean?"

She turned her head, causing her crown to capture the light of the sun perfectly, and smirked at him, "I mean, Will, that I've just gone into labor."