Celebration 3

        A long hallway, dim bulbs dotting its length, swaying slightly with the natural movement of the craft. When the ship was in motion, people tended to stay in their dorms. Anton found himself walking under those dim lights alone, exactly as he had hoped.
        It had been fifteen days since he had last seen Robertson. Anton had asked around. No one       would give a lead.
        Except this one. Now everything was on the line.
        Seven... Six...
        Dressed in full battle garb, armor doubling his girth.
        Five... Four...
        Steel grip of a pistol cold in his palm, concealed beneath an armor plate.
        Ready to pounce.
        Three, two, one.
        Plunged into darkness he had only seconds to act. A keycard slipped from his pocket. It was impossible to read in the dark, but he knew it what it said: MARCY, ADAM. LEVEL 10 ACCESS.
        Anton spun to his right. A door. He swiped the card.
        /”Card not read, please swipe your card again.”/
        Lights flickered on at opposite ends of the hall. One by one they came to life, moving fast, threatening to expose him.
        /”Card not read, please swipe your card again.”/
        The light was swarming the hallway, racing towards his dark haven. Just a few yards away.
        He lined the card up. Breathed in, breathed out. Swiped slow.
        /”Card no longer valid, please swipe your replacement card.”/
        Impossible. There was no way. Anton had just snatched the card.
        A flash. The light was upon him now. He was unsafe. Someone would round the corner, see him any second...
        Sweating in his armor
        Panic pierced his thoughts like nails.
        He shook them away. Think, think, think.
        Without thinking he balled one armored glove into a tight fist and punched. The card reader shattered. A shower of glass and sparks.
        The door slid open and he threw himself inside.
        Hastily he stumbled to his feet. The handgun he hid came out to play as the door slammed shut behind him. Training kicking in. He took a mental snapshot of the room.
        Blank walls, blank floor. Small room, cold, sterile. A bizarre harness hung as a centerpiece. Completely shredded. A pipe hissed above him.
        /”Anton, this is surprising!”/
        Pistol aimed. Finger on the trigger.
        “Robertson!” he shouted, shocked.
        The drone hovered happily in place. An alloy plate was missing, wires exposed. Whoever had taken him, broken him... They would pay. But for now...
        “You come with me. We are leaving.”
        Robertson beeped. He shook in the air.
        /”I cannot leave now. It would be illogical to refuse witness to such a major breakthrough in our research!”/
        Breakthrough?
        Research?
        What the hell was he talking about? There was no time. Someone would see the broken panel.      Someone would be here soon...
        “Robertson,” he growled, “I see at least three wires I could pull to change your mind-”
        /”But another test is about to start!”/
        A sound above their heads. A creak and the groan of a metal support. The hiss of the pipe grew louder.
        Panic stabbed his heart once again.
        /”You should holster that weapon, as it may interfere with testing.”/
        That stupid robot. Was there time to react?
        A round in the chamber, primed to kill. He still had a chance.
        Anton spun the weapon around. A yellow mass slammed into his face, blurring his vision, the world careening around him. He couldn't see, he couldn't think. Pressure on all sides. Armored shell cracking all around him.
        The world spun once more. Anton tried to spread his arms, tried to get sense of place but they were locked to his sides. Completely immobile.
        The soldier looked up to see a pair of massive orange eyes.
        /”Were. I. You. I. Would. Not. Move.”/
        Anton's anger with the robot had fizzled away, melted down by those two deadly cinders. Terror sharp and ruthless clenched at his organs, pulling his heart deep into his chest.
        He didn't move a muscle.
        Twice his thickness and a million miles long, she had coiled herself tight around him. She, the Viper. Her tongue flitted out of her mouth in a silent hiss. Spittle dotted his face. Tasted sour.
        /”She is currently in a very irrational mindset,”/ the robot hummed. Anton barely heard him as his eyes tracked the Viper. Swaying side to side, sizing up prey.
        Anton blinked.
        In an instant the coils gave way and the floor slammed against his back. The creature was upon him, tearing at his armor plates. A frenzy of claws scratched at alloy and tore at cloth. Robertson's voice struggled to be heard through the carnage:
        /”She's been stricken with memory loss, a temporary side effect-”/
        A blow to the soldier's head snuffed the voice out. Above him, out of focus, the Viper continued her savage assault. Something shook through his muscles, straightened his spine. Terror absolute.
        This is it, he thought, I'm going to die.
        As a trespasser, a traitor to XCOM.
        As a revenge kill, a victim of my own captive.
        He closed his eyes.
        The attack stopped. No pain at all. Everything gone quiet.
        This was it. He was dead.
        A voice – an angel? – floated to him. Robertson's.
        /”-as I said, she can't remember. A side effect of this batch of aphrodisiacs.”/
        Anton cracked one eye open.
        The yellow beast loomed above him, jaw unhinging in a slow and silent growl. Saliva trickled off her fangs.
        /”If she remembered who you were, you'd be dead already.”/
        A fire burned bright in those savage eyes. It was hunger.
        The soldier folded his chin to look over himself. Armor completely gone, uniform in useless tatters.
        He was almost naked.
        Long and prehensile, the Viper ran it's tongue along his chest, trailing slime on his abs. It climbed his collarbone, flicking at his neck. He grit his teeth at her touch. The Viper's maw was agape in a massive, beastly grin.
        Anton raised his arms to punch at the snake, but she swatted the desperate gesture like one would at an annoying insect. Her talons shackled themselves around his wrists and forced the soldier down hard. Slobber pooled onto his neck, dripping into his ears. The tongue moved again. Unable to move, he followed his captor's ascent by the tickle of the nerves running under his skin.
        Was she tasting him? Was she going to eat him?
        No, Anton knew exactly what was going on.
        The tongue retreated, slurped up through a toothy grin. Something was rising through the air, weaving like a mist through her winding coils.
        A strong scent, sweet and savage. Burning his nostrils.
        Something warm and wet on his shin.
        Rising herself, arching her back, the alien orifice climbed up his body inch by inch. Sucking at his knee, kissing at the skin of his thigh. So sickeningly hot, and growing hotter.
        Anton knew EXACTLY what was happening. He could feel it in his balls.
        The orifice reached his crotch.
        Anton gasped.
        The Viper cooed.
        A burst of steaming fluids poured over him, singeing his balls, so hot it made him numb. He could feel the tatters of his boxers dissolving away...
        Realization slapped him a second time.
        This is it, I'm going to die.
        Raped to death by a giant snake.
        The thought was horrible, but his body felt different. Out of sight, his cock was hardening, roused to life by the magic of the fluids it swam in. Lulled out by her liquid lust.
        Anton felt her react to his grown member, sucking and squeezing. Above him the snake had begun to whimper.
        So cute.
        How could it be this cute?
        With a mind of its own her cloaca gripped him tight. Anton ground his teeth so hard he'd thought they'd shatter.
        Then she started pumping.
        Each twitch of his cock garnered a reaction, hundreds of muscles pulsing and pressing, massaging him in every way he craved. Nothing else had ever felt like it, nothing could have ever compared. Without hesitation he found himself thrusting within her.
        Every push he gave made her wail to the sky. She rode him like a savage, bucking so hard. So much weight, so much pressure, pounding upon him.
        Threatening to shatter his hips into dust.
        Each thrust brought her closer, ferocious eyes only inches from his. Anton stared her down, didn't want to look away. Not because he was scared, but because he felt loved.
        Under such intense heat, their bodies molded into one.
        He pushed, she pulled.
        He gave her something and she gave it right back.
        If he cried out, she wailed with him.
        And he didn't want to disappoint her.
        It felt so good, he didn't know if he could last very long. As his balls began to ache, pleasure building within him, he felt he really did care.
        He wanted to cum with her.
        As if inside his head the snake moved faster, spine twisting at angles too harsh to be believed. She didn't just ride him.
        She wrecked him.
        Anton's vision exploded as hot sticky pleasure pulsed out from his balls. Bucking as he came, jetting his lust into the muscle-mass of her pussy, the Viper straightened like a board. Immediately she flushed him with a hot stream of fresh fluids.
        Wavering through the air in a dance of pure bliss, tongue lolling from her mouth, the Viper cried an alien song. Below her Anton endured the tug and tear of her slimy insides as her body milked his cock of his every last drop.
        Lip bit 'til it bled, his body curling up. She released his arms, letting him close.
        Maybe it was instinct.
        Maybe it was love.
        Wrapped around her like a tree trunk his mind swam in an ocean of joy. No longer a soldier, he felt so at peace.
        So tight to the warmth of her body, Anton was surprised to feel how squishy she was; the lighter flesh of her stomach wasn't scaled at all, but soft and fleshy. He could have hugged the snake forever.

        A flash.
        An explosion.
        A ringing in his ears.
        The door flew off its frame, careening through the air and impacting the Viper's spine. She roared in agony.
        Masked soldiers flooded the room. They moved to surround. The xeno sprung from her lover, spinning her whole mass around. Weapons flew from trained hands as bodies were launched around the room, slamming the walls, falling from the ceiling.
        Before he could blink she shot out through the doorway in a fearful frenzy, darting down the hall.
        Anton's mind was racing, his body still reeling in orgasm.
        Where was she going?
        Couldn't she take him, too?
        Crawling stark naked along the floor, past troopers reeling in pain. He made it through the doorway and flopped into the hall.
        Far away, so far away, Viper wound her body up and sprung herself into the ceiling. A warped grate clattered against the floor.
        She vanished into the vents. He passed out.