Burning Desire

The egg was dry on the inside, oddly enough.

They let McCoy fall, and he wondered what would happen next. Several freaks jumped onto the side of the eggs, head downward.

One looked at him through the side. Maybe they'd install a placard that said "Home Sapiens, male", and have some educational facts for the alien kiddies.

McCoy looked up.

Just in time for the first alien to start spraying green goo on him. From it's cock.

He tried to shield his face, but as it pooled around his feet, he felt a faint tingle.

The second alien joined in.

By the time the third alien started, the tingle was more of a burn.

He tried to ignore the shifting sensation in his feet, and jumped for the hole. If he tried, if he strained really hard, he could just barely reach the rim.

And his fingers slipped off because of the green slime.

Soon, the green was up to his hips. Then his chest. Then it was over his head.

Shame he couldn't swim through the stuff.

In fact, it felt...heavy. Like it was weighing him down. Like trying to swim through corn syrup.

He giggled.

Glow in the dark green corn syrup.

His oxygen finally ran out.

...How were Nero and Dylan? Were they in the same state as him? With the voices of the hive whispering under his door?

Or had they just...

His claws curled around his air hose.

...let it in?

Chandler peered into the mist for the hundredth time. "We should go in."

"No," Brooks said. "Also for the hundredth time."

Chandler turned from the window. "When did HQ say back up would arrive?"

"When they can?"

"And the police?"

"When they can."

Chandler frowned. And looked at Brooks.

Or specifically his hands.

Which just kept tapping on the steering wheel.

"I'm going in."

Brooks reached across the cab, and put a hand on her shoulder. "What do you think you can do that the six of them couldn't?"

"I don't know! Let me find out! Just guide me with the tracker, and - wait!"

"I am not calling HQ again!"

"No, look at the tracker!"

The screen on the dash showed the squad's tags. Approaching the truck.

Brooks frowned. And tapped the edge of the screen. "Those vitals looking normal to you?"

Chandler didn't answer.

Brooks looked up.

He was the only one in the cab.

Chandler hit the ground, aimed her flashlight on it at the cloud, and smiled.

Part of her was a little concerned about what it happened, but they could explain that when they reunited.

Shapes approached to the edge of the cloud.

Her smile faded a little.

Those shapes seemed a lot darker than firefighter's gear. And taller.

The dark, almost black things cleared the edge. Smoke flowed off their bodies.

Chandler took a step back.

"Chandler," Brooks said.

"I- I -I-"

"Chandler, get in the truck."

"What-"

The monsters broke into a run.

"Chandler, get in the truck, now!"

Before she even finished scrambling in, he had already hit the gas. When she slammed the door, they were already moving.

Temporarily.

The fog hid a patch of green until they were right on top of it. The front wheels hit squarely. Brooks tried to turn aside, But he was pretty sure the back wheels got a good coating too.

And when the ride got a lot bumpier, he was absolutely certain.

:What is it?" Chandler asked. "What's going on!"

"They popped the tires!"

"How?"

"I don't know! Why don't you get out and ask them!?"

The fire truck ground to a halt. Brooks reached for the radio and called it in. "HQ, I would really appreciate that backup!"

HQ said they were working on it.

Chandler peered into the fog again. "Where are they?"

Brooks looked around his side. Zilch.

"They wouldn't just...give up, would they?"

A claw punched straight down into the cab. Both firefighters threw themselves against the doors. Another claw joined the first, and peeled back the roof of the cab in a screech of rending metal.

The monster that crouched on the roof was different from the others. It had a large glowing sac behind it, like an insect.

But insects were rarely filled with glowing green liquid.

Nor did they have prehensile penises.

Like the one the monster aimed at them.

They reached for the doors, but more aliens outside held it shut. Brooks looked into one's head-dome from less than a foot away.

And just before the one on the roof filled the truck's cab - and Brooks' existence - with green pleasure, he could've sworn the one outside was laughing.

A/N; THE SEXY FORMER FIREFIGHTERS WILL RETURN

Also, in the original RP, the fire truck turned into a xenomorph truck. I changed it because it didn't fit the lore.

Xenos can do a lot of things for Sexy Plot Reasons™, but I've consistently held that they destroy artificial things, not corrupt them.

But they don't need to transform the truck for it to be useful...