Regiment Mommy Ch. 02

As always, this story was not made with any AI help. No ChatGPT, no Deepseek, no nothing.

Second, this story has futanari as well as interspecies... arguably. I mean, when neanderthals and homo sapien sapiens banged I would still classify that as interspecies, so there you go.

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Time was a nebulous thing where the Warp was concerned.

It wasn't to say that it wasn't a nebulous thing in real space, too, if you didn't live at the same speed that other people did.

But only with the Warp could one accidentally get somewhere before one left.

The Theseus, to be fair, had never experienced any accidental time traveling, and the ancient chrono-protocols that it practiced were largely as orthodox as the rest of the Imperium. But while the sheer possibility would always be an ever-present worry, such absurd feats of time displacement were so rare as to be massive outliers.

Regina, at least, had never experienced anything like that in a long life of traveling to battlefields. And, in the last four months that she had been traveling with The Theseus, the only notable chronological feat that she'd experienced was turning 38 years old.

But four months could still be a long time, depending on how you lived them.

Four months, for example, were long enough for the Vagabond Class transport to have made a few trips around the Sub-Sector. Being a rather ancient, but mostly forgotten, sub-sector of an ancient, but obscure, sector in Segmentum Solar, the light of the Astronomican was warmly omnipresent here, and the inhabitable systems within rather close together.

It was a rather stark contrast to Regina's life, as being from a planet that had lain close to the Eye of Terror, Captains and ships that were not careful to a fault were those that made the bulk of ghost stories in Cadia. But in here, so within the Emperor's Holy Light, the jumps could be long and the consistency of speed could be fast. So it was, even an ex-charter transport without the hope of ever gaining a Navigator for itself like the Theseus could freely cover fantastic distances.

But sadly, this was one of the only bits of good fortune that Regina'd had.

"Medical samples reviewed," a mechanical thing that could have been one of Regina's servitors said in monotone. It wasn't that it couldn't express human emotion; Regina knew it to be a mouthy bastard in other circumstances. But whenever it was merely fulfilling its job, it tended to default to cold, disinterested professionalism.

Regina could think of worse things for her Techpriest to be.

"Ogryn maintain consistent reads in the face of ample feed and fluid, so biostasis can be ruled out," it continued, "Given this one's data on Ogryn is out of date by several millenia, there are few things I am confident in concluding. But at this stage, it would be safe to conclude that this is merely their natural optimal state of being."

"So... they are all healthy?" Regina asked.

"That is what this one stated, yes," it affirmed.

"Emperor be praised, something went right!" Regina rolled her eyes. Sarcasm was unbefitting of an officer, but she was a Colonel now.

She could afford it.

The mechanical being's "eyes" adjusted to study her. "This one supposes the successful crossbreeding of one of the auxilia might lead an uninitiated such as you to think them acceptable."

Regina almost choked at that.

"But believe me, Colonel," the oranged-robed machine priest assured her, "Fecundity is not the same as adaptability. Thus, our suspicions, optimistic as they were, had to be confirmed."

Looking out the window of her office, what used to be the biggest control station for the cranes of the Theseus bottom-most hull, Regina thought that she could almost see Wam out there with the rest of the girls.

The ugliest of all her Ogryn was engorging with her seed.

"Quite the incredible thing, all the same, to see the degraded Ogryn genome rehabilitated in this way," the machine being mused.

Regina grew testy, "We can stop talking about this subject now, Dietrich."

"As you wish," Dietrich shrugged, "Though my files on the subject are yours to freely peruse if you like."

There was not a single inch of the Imperium that possessed any advanced technology that the Techpriests of Mars were not somehow, in some way, involved in. Even a subsector as forgotten as the one they were in would not be able to function without them.

But their particular state of existence here was anything but the usual. In the end, had it been, Regina might well not have been able to get the help she now had.

The sub-sectors that the Theseus could safely travel to, the ones that refugees from Joss' Pearl had so far shown up in, had no true Forgeworlds nearby. Planets where the Admech had set up shop? Yes, there were a few, but the true factory worlds of the Sector lay quite a while away from where the Theseus could easily travel.

That wasn't to say that they couldn't have if they needed to. Indeed, loyalty to the Imperium made any notions "easy" or " hard" immaterial in the face of duty. But luckily for them, there were many immigratory fleets of tech priests that gave patronage to these systems. They would show up, collect materials and prospective personnel from the sub-sectors, and shunt both into huge Factory Cathedrals. In exchange, they would divvy out finished products and technology wherever they made their rounds.

It was an inferior alternative to having access to an actual Forge World in almost every way except the one that mattered the most to Regina at the present: They were willing to attend to her immediate needs without much preamble.

Dietrich, the head of her regiment's techpriests, was himself from one of these Factory Ships. The Theseus had been fortunate enough to run across them in one of the first systems they had visited in these systems. He and his space-bound ilk were an Emperor-blessing because, despite the fact that the Administratum tried to handle most issues pertaining to military acquisitions, that always left a lot of holes that a skillful Colonel had to fill on their own.

And her current arrangement was essentially one big administrative hole that she had to fill on her own.

Usually, Regina would have a full staff to handle the byzantine corridors of red tape that the Administratum had, but all she had for that was fracking Ogryn to do the job. Which was to say, it couldn't be done.

It got to the point that, before running across the Mettle of Metal, the Factory Cathedral that Deitrich hailed from, Regina had for one insane second simply considered turning all her girls into a Regiment of naked pugilists!

"Great," Regina said and actually meant it. Then she spoke over her shoulder, "Set pen to paper, and ready to dispense."

A servitor with the emblem of Regina's new Regiment sewn into its chest, she had reporpused the heraldry of the Theseus for military uses after all, stiffened and produced a roll of parchment with its still human arm.

A pen hung from the mechanical contraption that was its other hand, and ink pots readily appeared where its fingers would be.

"Quadruple test passed in as many months. Regiment declared healthy. Expansion of it, adoptive or... natural still ongoing." Regina rumbled what should have been the job of her secretary, if she had one.

"Tests to continue for the next few years to avoid any dereliction of duty and..." the shambling organic machine kept up with her, scribbling down all her notes. Regina had it write down the minute improvements that she'd managed to generate and the daily statuses that she'd just managed to confirm.

Writing servitors that could transcribe her words to paper helped a great deal, and she WAS thankful to Captain Arlong, the Captain of the Theseus, for making them available for her service.

But it only just barely made handling all administrative duties by herself doable.

200 Imperial soldiers were not a large number, 208 now with the other refugees that they had found, but Regina absolutely had no idea what she would do, what she could even do, if that number ever grew higher.

But higher it indeed had to go.

Regina's Regiment had to be 5,000 strong.

She'd had to make personalized files for every single one of her Ogryn, a task made partly simple because of the simple answers her girls gave. But also partly made hard because there were many questions they just couldn't answer.

There had to be some sort of protocol in regards to Ogryn that simplified things that she just wasn't aware of. Some sort of Administrative trickery that spelunking for the files in the deep corners of the closest Administratum cogitator would have found. But, as looking for that would have meant not fulfilling all her other duties, she quite simply couldn't afford to make her job easier.

Which was to say that Regina was, for all intents and purposes, running an Auxilia Regiment without even the most basic of amenities to run it.

But run it she'd manage to do for the last few months. It had been up to her, and the Captain of the ship, to procure every single thing that the Ogryn women now enjoyed and, hopefully, would make deadly use of in the future.

There WAS the promise of future help from the Forge Worlds in the sector. Supposedly, the administratum order for the weapons and armor Regina's regiment needed had passed to them but... the status of her regiment as an Ogryn one had muddied and waylaid the order. It was somewhat understandable, if only because autoguns and flak armors meant for normal human sizes would be all but useless on her Ogryn.

But Regina could have at least sold them, or traded them, for things her girls could actually use!

All in all, it had been nothing but a headache.

That was without mentioning that even getting to that point had required days of Regina's personal attention. Once the discrepancy between the order of the Administratum and who it was meant for had been made, Regina had hoped that documenting her girl's proportions would have at least gotten her armor and fatigues sent her way. And that alone devoured dozens of hours..

Yes, she had, in effect, gone out of her way to measure hundreds of Ogryn to get their proper sizes. Something that could have been done in just the first day if she had the proper staff with her.

What was worse is that it was hundreds of Ogryn who, in the wake of her unwise, unregulated, and highly public tryst with Private Wam, had resulted in a lot of them... pushing their luck with her. Thankfully, the techpriests she now had could handle all the more intrusive measuring instead of making her dance on the edge of temptation,

But experience of having to knock curious but touchy hands away, having to turn down propositions every minute, having to ignore the hot lust in those eyes, and having to say no, no, and no to those full bodies...

And those fertile smells...

And those warm eyes...

And those lush tits-

"Colonel?" Captain Arlong voxed her in her cabin. At some point, she'd trailed off on her record keeping, because she was brought back from the void of her thoughts into spatial reality. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was.

Regina cleared her throat, "Yes, Captain?"

"The shipment from the Mettle of Metal has finally been processed," he said, "Are you ready to receive your share?"

Regina chanced a look at the leader of Regimental techpriests.

He was almost vibrating with excitement.

"Send it down," she grunted.

There was an elevator attached to her repurposed office that would take her straight to the ground of the hull that was her girls' home. Her servitor and her leading techpriest shadowed her into it as they went down.

"It's most generous of us, you know," Dietrich was, as always, incredibly chatty when his pet subject was touched. He couldn't even wait for them to have examined the shipment to start talking about it.

"So you've already said," Regina huffed, 'Many, many times."

"It bears repeating still," he was so happy that Regina could see the mechandrites hanging out of his orange robes shake as well, "Oh, but don't misunderstand: You, too, deserve our help. Knowledge unused is knowledge wasted and your use of it glorifies the Omnisaiah!"

What the Techpriest meant to say was that, in exchange for only using the type of weapons that his Factory Ship made, that not only would they give Regina's regiment said weapons, they would also endow her with a full Medicae staff.

Technically, they would also be in charge of the maintenance of her regiment's equipment but Regina couldn't imagine that it would require much, if at all.

The Ogryn were standing around huge plastek pallets being placed down by ship menials. The lumbering, looming women made the workers nervous, but they did not stop what they were doing.

With the pull of a bar, the plastek pallets came undone.

Revealing row after row... of metal clubs.

"Behold!" Dietrich said as he gestured at what would be the regiment's main weapon for the forseaable future, "Our migrant fleet's most neglected melee pattern! Oh, those ignoramuses in the greater Forgeworlds will rue the day they chose to snub their mechandrites at it when YOU show them their worth!"

"The Mettle Mk. V Club!"

In Regina's honest opinion, they looked like nothing except oversized stickball sticks. But, well, they were made of compound metals, and she had been assured that they were VERY sturdy.

Still, she would have preferred a proper STC design if she were going to be honest. Against Daemons, that extra holiness would have been helpful.

But she was not going to turn her nose at "free". Or, rather, at "payment."

"Oooh," more than one of the oversized girls said as they beheld the oversized clubs. Grabbing one each, without even waiting for Regina's dispensation to do so even, the Ogryn hefted them like toys.

And then started laughing as they swung them around, making the air swoosh with danger as they barely missed hitting each other.

"Good Emperor," Regina sighed as she weighed the uptick in morale that having fun with their main weapon would have long-term, to the damage they would inevitably do to each other when they actually hit each other.

"To address matters other than weaponry, however," the Techpriest said, grabbing Regina's attention, "I am afraid that our Factory Cathedral does not possess any patterns or STC for Ogryn Auxilia Militarum."

"We can supply soldiering supplies of the appropriate size, as well as anything that doesn't require any resizing like beads-" even if radial communication would be of limited use with Ogryn, it was still good to have it, "-or Grenades."

"But no clothing or armor." Regina grunted, her tone resigned.

The Techpriest tugged at his own robe, a surprisingly human expression for someone who looked so inhuman, "There are... alternatives, but none that I would offer you."

"Are they anything that our Emperor would disapprove of?" Regina casually asked as she eyed him from the corner of her eyes. She was no firebrand, but those were the sort of words that might require her to look for a permanent replacement for the chief of her Regiment's techpriests.

"May all my augments fail and rust if I were to ever suggest Tech Heresy!" Dietrich said with palpable disgust, "No, Colonel, what I would suggest is not unorthodox to the Omnisaiah... but it might be to the Astra Militarum."

Regina eyed the techpriest for a moment longer before nodding her head, "Explain."

"If the Guard in your roster were normal human beings," Dietrich began, "There are a number of of machines and patterns that we could supply to fill your needs 'in-house', so to say."

All the Ogryn around them wore tarp-like ponchos that they had woven themselves out of whatever fabrics they could scrounge up in the ship. Which included a lot of asbestos, for some reason, but Regina's girls did not seem the worse for wear, so she wouldn't tell the Captain to stop.

But she was, indeed, fairly sure that anything more would be wasted on them.

"More's the pity, for there are assembling machines and ancient Necromunda recipes that would only require water and carbon for a normal human to make passable armor out of," the techpriest mused.

That stopped Regina short.

"Explain further."

"To what end?" Dietrich asked, "Necromunda has untold generations of menial-weavers who could turn certain carbon compounds into hardened slabs of armor."

"The best of these can even make products on par with flak jackets. But even the mediocre among them could turn armor that'd give meaningful protection. Especially, at least, to specimens this big," the Techpriest looked at the girls still playing with their new clubs.

Regina would give them a few more minutes of play before she put a stop to it.

But also, "How hard is it to make it? These assembling machines could... could Ogryn use them too?"

And now it was Deitrich's turn took look at Regina askance, "Size is not a detriment to the operation of the machines. Intelligence, however, IS."

"Yes, of course it is," Regina gritted her teeth, "Of course it is!"

"It's a pity the redemption of their genome is outside your duties," Dietrich chuckled, "Otherwise, we might some day have specimens that could."

And that...

That brought Regina short.

"Excuse me?" Regina asked.

"Ah, you wish to hear my tentative research on the matter?" Dietrich was surprised.

"Just tell me how that would make my Ogryn better able to do anything," Regina growled.

"Not them, specifically," the techpriest said with obvious patience, "Rather, if we suppose qualities are partly dominated by the mean between two gene donors, why, your intelligence might affect that of their offspring."

Regina blinked.

She hadn't considered that.

She hadn't known that!

"That... you're certain of that?" Regina started sweating as she considered the... possibilities of it.

"No," Dietrich admitted, "But then, interbreeding abhumans back into proper humanity is so unlikely to be done that I'd just be happy to see if the offspring, themselves, are still fertile."

"I see," Regina's eyes closed as she considered this revelation.

She had known Wam was pregnant for 3 months, already, and she had avoided the mother of her only child like the plague to avoid any more mishaps. Despite being the Colonel, despite enforcing the rules with detached cruelty when she had to, being a recognized individual in the Ogryn's mating pool threatened to undermine the discipline that she'd managed to instill in them.

It always felt like she was but a mere moment away from just being her regiment's joygirl.

But now...

But now...

"Thesian 1st Regiment!" Regina barked out loud, making all her Ogryn freeze and even managing to shock her techpriest, "I have an announcement to make!"

"Gather in front of me like I've shown you ladies! Yes, in Rows! Yes, you can take your metal sticks with you!"

"Do you require my presence still, Colonel?" Dietrich asked as all 208 and a half made the floor of the hull rumble as they ran to take their place in line.

"In the future, Techpriest," Regina told him, determination and duty opening a door that she thought she'd never open.

"I think I am going to be needing your help a lot," she admitted as she, finally, allowed the blinders to slip from her eyes.

And allowed herself to take in the beauty that congregated before her.

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"-so, the winner of the in-Regimental competition for name remembering-" Regina was saying but a week after her announcement, "-having managed to remember an incredible 10 names!-"

She'd essentially launched a couple of competitions between all her girls in various areas that she thought might be helpful... later on.

Dietrich had claimed that the intelligence in her own genome might translate, to some degree, into that of her offspring. That meant that she wasn't giving into her horrible lusts, no. She was, instead, using her unnatural attraction to fulfill her duties.

And she would prove it by through action; Regina wasn't just going to think with her dick.

She was going to produce the best possible result for the Regiment.

Which brought her to the carefully organized competition that she'd had today.

She held the easiest of these to hold, and perhaps the most important one. Because it would hopefully fill Regina's most important and frustrating duty.

Which was to say, Regina tested for paperwork.

"-is private Wam!" Regina said and nearly all the Ogryns, the winner's competitors, whooped, "Step forward girl, let the Regiment see you getting your reward."

A huge Ogryn woman, fairly standard to her kind, stepped up, making Regina blink.

Unlike Wam, Mam wasn't ugly.

She just looked to be what Regina guessed to be 50.

White was her hair, and deep were the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes and her lips. But for all that, she was actually very handsome for a woman of that age. Her eyes were light brown, and her cheeks were round. Her chin was slight, and the fangs coming up from her lower lip didn't get in the way. Her shoulders and her neck were slight by Ogryn standards, but the tarp-like cloth covering her front could not hide those enormous breasts.

She smelled of her age, yes, but the scent of fertility that Regina had become so familiar with was still in her.

A feeling inside of her told her that this older woman could, indeed, give her progeny.

"Mam remembered the name of Mam's children and grandchildren," she happily said, "So, Conolel Reg- hah, that be 11!-what be Mam's reward?"

There used to be a time when counting to 4, unaided, would have been a feat of great genius for an Ogryn. These millenias, the intelligence of Ogryn had managed to evolve enough that Ogryn weren't just packs of particularly murderous children.

But that wasn't enough for Regina.

"Let the record show-" Regina took off her hat, and unzipped her clothes. Her servitor, nearby, scrabbled away without judging, "-that Private Wam earned the first of the Regimental reproductive rights."

"Wat be repro-duck-tib rights?" the old Ogryn asked

And then Regina was naked, with her two feet long cock proudly standing ready for action.

The old Ogryn woman gave that dick one look.

And then she, too, lost her clothes.

"Wam going remember 12th child name," she swore as she sat on the ground.

Regina all but tackled her and made her lie on the ground.

Before the surprised, but interested, eyes of about 200 Ogryn, most of whom hadn't even tried particularly hard in this first competition, Regina sank into breasts that engulfed her torso.

As her hands groped at the hot and huge tubes that were Mam's nipples, as her mouth open and she licked the salty sweat off the older Ogryn's clavicle, Regina's cock rubbed against the huge abhuman's vagina.

"This duty is Private Wam's reward," Regina breathed as she raised her hips until her glans was wedged against her new lover's slit, "She will bear the Regiment it's first secretary!"

"Wam-" the Milf Ogryn moaned as regina parted her lips with her cock and made her vaginal canal EXPAND, "-will try her best!"

"These will have to supply them with sufficient nutrients, too," Regina encircled her hands around Wam's nipples and squeezed.

"Wam not know what that means!" the Ogryn milf moaned.

But Regina let it go.

It was like sinking into particularly thick mud. No matter how much she pushed her cock inside, Regina had to wait for Mam's vagina to part for her cock.

And then she got to her abhuman cervix.

"Your uterus is to give me access immediately!" Regina ordered the winner of her contest as she momentarily stopped.

"Wam not know how!" the Ogryn again moaned.

"Ignorance is no excuse!" the futa Cadian Colonel now screamed and pulled back to give the gigantic milf a blow with her cock.

"Wam-ooooh-sooorry!" Ogryn groaned as Regina pressured the aged entrance to her womb to expand for her.

But it still wasn't enough.

"Being sorry is no excuse either!" Regina declared as she crashed into Mam's soft stomach again, sending her cock down into her cervix.

And eliciting another moan as she expanding said organ just a bit more.

"Mam deserve punishment!" the Ogryn Milf moaned as just these few thrusts already had Regina ready to blow.

"Acceptance is no excuse either!" Regina informed her as she went for another thrust.

And this one, well, this one made the aged cervix, finally, give up.

With a wet "snap", Mam's old uterine entrance collapsed into itself as Regina invaded her womb. The ogryn's mouth open to scream her delight but, unlike Wam, she had no air to do so.

So Regina thrusted into that punished uterus again.

And again.

And-

"Get pregnant, Private!" Regina screamed as she went as far into her new lover's baby chamber as she could.

Her testicles squeezed all the sperm that she had-

"Mam understand thaaat!" the old Ogryn screamed her orgasm as well, "Mam will try her beeeest!"

"Trying is not enough!" Regina screamed back as she arced her back.

-and blasted Mam's insides with her hot, futa human seed.

Impregnating Wam on the first try was just bad luck.

But impregnating her second Ogryn lover on the first try would set a pattern.

Ogryn ovum, indeed, were swimming around in Mam's womb and these were all properly invaded and redeemed with Regina's DNA.

A proper half-human/half-Ogryn was conceived right there and there.

"Mam will-" the Ogryn swallowed as her orgasm subsided, "-do Conolel says."

"See that you do," Regina extracted herself her two foot long cock from the Ogryn, taking a few seconds to pull her dick throughout Mam's long canal.

Every single eye of her audience watched her dick slid out, and they all looked at Mam with envy.

And at their Colonel with unbidden desire.

"Now," Regina smirked, "Do you girls see the merit of duty? How the Emperor's Guard rewards?"

"Do your utmost in the competitions and you might get the same."