Organism Pt. 02 Proliferation Ch. 03

The sound of alarms blaring overhead was punctuated by frequent screams and a hail of gunfire as the Briar Rose was completely torn apart from the inside. It all happened so fast. When the boarding shuttles returned, they brought with them a swarm of alien creatures that swiftly began infecting the crew. It was nothing but chaos and shrieking pandemonium all throughout the ship as pirates and crewmen ran for their lives.

Amidst the screams and gunfire, a buxom blonde dressed in torn-up black booty shorts, fishnet stockings, a tight corset, and a purple spacer's jacket ran through the corridors of the ship, desperately looking for her older sister. Sasha was the youngest member of the crew at eighteen years old. And she'd always considered herself to be a fairly tough girl.

But nothing could have prepared her for this. Literal monsters come to life.

"Mary?!" she called out over the blaring alarm. "Mary!"

She sprinted down another corridor before coming to a dead stop. Off in the distance, she watched as three pirates fled across an intersecting corridor while firing wildly behind them at something with their kinetic rifles. Two of them managed to get away, but the third was pounced on by one of those ghostly white abominations. He screamed and failed in the creature's grasp before going abruptly silent as it pierced his skull with its elongated tongue.

The creature took off, and the pirate began to mutate on the spot. Becoming another twisted abomination stalking the halls. Sasha turned green and cupped her hands over her horrified mouth, backing away slowly.

"Oh shit..."

She doubled back and sprinted down a different corridor. Stopping once again as she watched a female crewman be dragged away by a mutated colleague, shrieking hysterically as she clawed at the ground, desperate to get away, before vanishing from sight.

"Shit!" Sasha shouted before ducking through a storage room to cut across to the other side. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Her heart was racing at a mile a minute. All around her, she could hear the gleeful cries of those God awful creatures. They were everywhere! In the vents, on the walls, it was only a matter of time before they caught her, too. She needed to find her sister and get off this ship.

"Mary!" she shouted again, fear leaking into her voice. "Where the hell are you, Sis?"

Sasha turned a corner and entered the medical bay. The doors slid open, and she gasped in horror, her skin turning white as a sheet as she came face to face with three more of those inhuman creatures. They had both of the crew's nurses as well as their only doctor pinned down to medical beds, their scrubs and underwear shredded to pieces. Their demonic smiles looked especially ghastly as they violently raped all three women, who were screaming in a bizarre mixture of terror and pleasure.

"Help..." the doctor pleaded while reaching out to her, her skin turning gray as she was brutally rutted by an alien cock. "... I can feel it... changing me."

Sasha backed away, slowly shaking her head in denial. This had to be a bad dream. A nightmare she just needed to wake up from.

The sound of an inhuman creature snarling caught her attention, and she spun around. One of the crew was lumbering towards her, his arms replaced with two bony scythes, and his lower jaw hanging to one side, black tentacles having burst from his gullet, which were now squirming around in his upper mandible.

Sasha let loose a blood-curdling scream before sprinting away, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed in terror. Where was her sister? Why wasn't she here? Did those things already get her? She needed to wake up. She just needed to wake up! Please!

She finally ducked into the ship's central security room and slammed the blast doors shut. Sasha backed up against the far wall, practically hyperventilating from how worked up she was.

"There is no greater privilege in all of creation than the joys of being a mother."

Upon hearing a soft, sultry voice speak up, Sasha slowly turned her head to the left. Sitting at the central mainframe, surrounded by monitors, was a naked woman with tan skin and glowing yellow eyes. She was cradling a small baby alien in her arms, who was using their elongated tongue to suckle on her breast. The corpse of Barnum, their lead security technician, lay upon the ground at her feet with a gaping wound in his chest.

"There is power in creation. In shaping life and watching it form." The woman stared lovingly at her little monster as she spoke, watching its body grow as it nursed her milk. "I am so very proud of every single one of my babies. Because each of them is mine. They were each bred and raised to hunt our enemies and propagate the hive. Now it's this little one's turn."

Slowly, she looked up at Sasha, a sanguinary grin forming across her lips.

"You have a part to play as well, little manthing. The hive needs breeding cows. And your pussy will look lovely hanging up on our wall."

She backed away fearfully before turning to rush out the exit. Only for one of those creatures to drop from the ceiling and cut off her escape. Sasha screamed before falling back onto her rear and scooting away, backing up against the wall again and curling into a ball, trembling violently.

The sadistic woman snickered at her. "What's the matter, hun? It's just my firstborn coming to check on her baby brother." She looked down at her child, who had just stopped suckling and was already twice the size he'd started as. "Although... by the looks of things, he won't be a baby for much longer."

She set the creature down on the floor, where it suddenly grew extremely rapidly, sprouting up to seven feet tall in just under a minute, the chitinous white plates of its body expanding and hardening. Two prominent horns grew out of its elongated skull, and its facial features were fully developed.

The proud mother placed her hands against her ample chest and wiped a tear from her eyes. "They grow up so fast, don't they? Just look at my strong, handsome boy. Isn't he beautiful?"

"Please..." Sasha quietly whimpered. "... please just let me go. I just want to find my sister. That's all."

She raised an inquisitive brow at her. "Sister? You're looking for your sister, Hun?" With a devilish grin, she then turned to her left. "Why not ask my slave here if she's seen her?"

Sasha looked up from her misery and turned her gaze to the corner of the room where the creature was pointing. A woman with long, light-red hair was curled up in the fetal position, stark naked. Her face was horribly flushed, and her hand was buried between her legs, furiously rubbing herself, desperate for relief.

"Mary!" She shot up to her feet and ran to her, kneeling next to her sister and checking for injuries. "Mary, talk to me. Are you okay?"

"So hot..." the Pirate Lieutenant moaned, the inside of her legs making a wet squelchy noise for how thoroughly soaked she was. "... burning me... it's burning. Please, Mistress Samantha, please. Your worthless slave thing needs to come again. Please let me come again."

Samantha giggled at her miserable slave as she writhed in agony. "Poor thing. She's a little pent up at the moment."

Sasha touched her sister's forehead. She was burning up!

"At this rate, the heat will likely burn her out," she admitted in a blithe, cruel tone. "Your bodies are such delicate things, after all."

The younger sister wheeled around and scowled at her lividly. "What did you do to her, you psycho bitch?!"

"It was just a little bug to keep her compliant," Samantha retorted nonchalantly while stroking the top of her son's head affectionately. "Your sister has been helping me take over the ship, you see. Sabotaging all your internal security systems, jettisoning all your escape pods while they were still empty, as well as seeding all your men with my darling babies."

She blanched upon hearing that before looking down at her sister incredulously.

"I'm... sorry, Sasha," she moaned and huffed, rolling onto her back and lifting her hips up in the air. "I had to do it. I had to. Otherwise she won't let me... won't let me..."

Mary cried out in a mixture of pain and frustrated need, literally biting her arm now just to get some relief. Before screaming and slamming both palms against the metal floor.

"Oh, fuck! I can't take it! Please! Mistress please! I'll do anything! Just make it stop! Please, make the burning throbbing stop!"

Her tail swished dangerously back and forth, that demented smile on her face only growing stronger. "Anything?"

"Anything!" Mary rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to her, kissing and licking the talons of her toes while staring up at her with pleading, tear-stained eyes. "I'll do anything. Whatever you want. Just please, Mistress. Please don't leave me like this."

Samantha seemed to toss the idea around in her head for a moment before turning her gaze to Sasha, who gulped instinctively and backed away.

"Very well. If you're truly that desperate to come, slave, I'll give you a chance."

She pointed a single talon directly at her.

"Just ask her to do it. Ask your little sister to make you come, and I will let you."

Sasha's eyes bulged out of her head in horror, and her ears burned horribly. "Wh... what the fuck?!"

Mary turned her gaze to Sasha, seemingly lost in thought. "My... my sister?"

She nodded gleefully. "Yes, your sister. I want to see how much your little sister truly loves you by making you come."

"That's sick!" Sasha sneered in absolute disgust. "You want me to give my sister an orgasm?! Are you out of your mind?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Samantha scoffed at her and rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a prude. I fool around with my sister all the time." She moaned and swirled her tongue around her lips. "There's nothing like having your brood sister's tongue on your pussy for an hour or two. Siblings should love each other. Now show your older sister love and tongue her pussy. Otherwise, she'll just keep suffering until she dies."

Her stomach churned as she looked back at her older sibling. Mary was literally on her hands and knees, panting in desperate need. Her eyes were glazed over in lust. Just what on earth had possessed her to behave this way in front of her?

"Right now, the heat is making her body run at roughly a hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit. Just two more degrees and she'll risk suffering from organ failure," Samantha explained in that same demented tone. "The only way you can save your precious sister is if you give her the relief she needs."

Mary dropped onto her back and lifted on the balls of her feet, curling her hips up in the air and spreading her labia open in front of her sister. "Please, Sasha. Do it for me. Do it for your sister. Please!"

Sasha backed away from her, placing her hands up to her chest, her face burning scarlet at that moment. "I... I can't. It's perverse. Mary, we're sisters!"

"I can't take it anymore!" she cried. "Sis, please! I'm begging you! Tongue me! Tongue my pussy!"

Her little sister glanced back at the creature still blocking her escape. It was down on all fours just daring her to run. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, Sasha then turned her gaze down to Mary's pussy. Objectively speaking, her older sister had a rather pretty pink slit with a small tuft of red hair trailing up her pubic mound. Samantha continued to quietly watch her, an expectant smile on her lips, her tail swishing back and forth in her seat.

After wrestling with her thoughts for a moment, just staring at Mary's pussy, Sasha finally approached her sister and knelt down between her legs.

"There we go," Samantha purred. "No need to be shy, little manthing. Show your sister how much you truly love her."

"Mary, do you..." Sasha could barely look her sister in the eye at that moment. "... do you really need me to do this?"

She nodded desperately. "It's the only way it'll stop. Don't overthink it, Sasha. Just do it. Do it for your big sister."

After taking a deep breath, Sasha closed her eyes and rested her palms on the floor before lowering her face towards her sister's sex. She could feel the heat of it radiating on her face and... oh God, she could smell her!

Sasha turned her head sharply away as a wave of revulsion hit her. She let the feelings of shame and disgust wash over her being before slowly forcing her head forward again, keeping her eyes firmly shut.

She gingerly reached out with her tongue and delicately lapped at Mary's folds. Her older sister responded almost immediately, letting out a soft squeak of satisfaction. Again, Sasha shivered in a mixture of disgust and embarrassment, her face positively burning and her stomach twisted in knots.

Samantha giggled at her in amusement. "How does it feel to know what your sister's pussy tastes like? I bet it's making you wet, isn't it? It's okay. You can be honest."

Sasha refused to respond, her eyes remaining firmly shut as she went back in, slowly lapping at the folds of her sister's pussy with the tip of her tongue. She was moaning. Why the fuck was Mary moaning while she did this?

"Oooo, now that's more like it," Samantha cheered excitedly while Mary continued to groan and gasp in pleasure. "Now look her in the eyes. Look up into your sister's eyes while you tongue that pussy."

"Do it, Sis. Please," Mary moaned as she fondled her breasts and ground her sex against her face.

She shook her head vehemently. "I can't..."

"It won't work unless we obey," Mary insisted. "We have to obey her, Sis. Otherwise, she'll kill us both."

Mustering what little courage she had left, Sasha finally managed to pry her stubborn eyes open and look up at her sister. She wasn't in pain anymore. Mary was aroused, literally panting in heat for her while she did this. Slowly, Sasha began to tongue her pussy again, and she started moaning for her, staring down into her little sister's eyes, same as her.

"There we go," Samantha encouraged, her own cheeks flushing in arousal. "Now write your name on her clit. Make her feel exactly who's doing this to her."

She obeyed, writing her name on Mary's clit with her tongue like she was signing it. Almost instinctively, Mary grabbed two fistfuls of her little sister's curly blonde hair and pressed her face down firmly on her folds.

"Oh fuck! That's it! Tongue my pussy, Sasha! Just like that!" she moaned and writhed while grinding her naked sex on her sister's face. "Don't stop! Keep going! Oh, God, it feels so fucking good!"

Sasha pressed her tongue down on Mary's clit harder, licking it rougher now. This didn't make sense. Why was her big sister getting off on this? Did it really feel that good? She'd never done this sort of thing before. It couldn't have seriously felt that pleasurable being tongue by your little sister, could it?

"Please finger me," Mary begged between desperate gasps for air. "Will you, Sasha? Please? Stick your fingers in my pussy. I'm so close. Just stick your fingers in my pussy and I'll come. Please make me come!"

Forcing herself to just keep pressing forward, Sasha inserted her middle and ring finger into Mary's folds, where she began to pleasure her the way she would herself during her alone time. Mary screamed in pleasure, throwing her arms over her head and raising her hips into Sasha's face even more. Samantha hopped up and down in her seat, clapping her hands together excitedly, thoroughly enjoying the show.

"Isn't it wonderful? A couple of incest bunnies showing each other how they truly feel. It almost brings a tear to the eye, wouldn't you say, my darling son?"

Her youngest had a rather perverse grin on his face. His red alien cock was hard and throbbing at that moment. Seeing this, Samantha gingerly cupped the underside in her palm and began to caress it up and down.

"So big and healthy you are," she cooed lovingly at him. "Don't worry, my virile hunter. We'll find you a mate soon enough. But this one belongs to your sister."

The creature guarding the door cackled in a perverse imitation of a woman's voice before raising onto her hind legs to reveal her own swollen cock, pulsing and dripping with clear blue fluid in excitement. Both monsters were looking at the girls like a meal at that moment.

"Patience, you two," their mother insisted. "Let's let them really enjoy their first time together."

Mary's voice was mounting higher and higher as her little sister swirled her fingers inside her pussy while tonguing her clit. Their eyes were connected, the two of them. And try as she might not to think about it, Sasha was beginning to feel sparkles between her own legs as well. A damp spot had formed on her panties that felt more offensive than anything else.

"Yeeeeesssss," Samantha purred while gently stroking her son's cock, really starting to get turned on by the display. "Now this is how siblings should love one another. Fuck, I wish Jess were here right now."

She turned and looked at the throbbing red cock pulsing in her hands and bit the tip of her talon in thought.

"Goodness me, I've given birth to such a dominant predator. You might just be the biggest I've seen yet."

The alien creature hissed at her in approval, his smile only growing wider as she stroked him up and down, her lips big and pursy.

"You're going to make some lucky manthing slut scream her voice raw for you when you rape her with this thing, I just know it." She bit down on the tip of her pinky talon in lustful heat. "Why not practice on your momma first? Show me how big and dominant you are, my precious boy."

With a gleeful screech, he turned to mount her. Samantha spun around in the chair and raised up on her knees, gripping the backrest and curling her ass in the air for him. He gripped her hips and slammed it in her, making her mewl in utter delight.

"Mmmm, atta boy," she sighed in bliss while shutting her eyes and folding her arms over the back of the chair, letting her youngest rut her to his heart's content. "You know just how your momma likes it, don't you? Good and rough."

His prehensile tongue was fully unfurled and gliding all over her glistening body as she moaned and murred between hard thrusts.

"You show me what you can do with that virile, dominant dick of yours," she growled at him, holding up her left tit for him to latch onto with the end of his tongue. "Make your momma come. That's it. Such a good boy, you are."

Faster and faster, he fucked her while Samantha's voice mounted higher and higher. The happier she was, the more Mary could feel her own pleasure building.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" Mary shouted, eyes bulging as she craned her neck back and braced with her palms flat on the ground, arms extended out to either side. "Sis, please! Please don't stop! So close! So close!"

Sasha shut her eyes and focused all of her attention on just getting her over the hill. She could hear that sick bitch shrieking like a damn harpy while being fucked by her own spawn, yet she did not stop for any reason.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Sasha! Sashaaaaa!"

Her sister's scream of release followed something warm and wet spraying Sasha on the face, whereupon she immediately pulled away, knowing full well her sister had just squirted on her. There'd be no coming back from this. Not for either one of them. Sasha had just given her older sister an orgasm!

What's more, she was now noticeably wet herself, and that realization sent tearful shame coursing through her.

"Thank you..." Mary gasped in abject relief, her arm now resting over her eyes as she worked to catch her breath. "... thank you, Sis. I feel so much better now."

Samantha cackled in maniacal glee before moaning erotically as she was thoroughly rutted by her son. "What a wonderful sight to behold, the little sister taking such good care of her older sister." Her eyes rolled back and her tongue unfurled in devilish bliss. "Now my darling daughter may claim her as her mate."

Sasha's eyes widened in horror. "But... but you said..."

"I promised you nothing, girl," Samantha insisted, having just sprayed the chair with another pheromone-soaked orgasm. "Nothing but to spare your sister's life. You did well enough. And I rather enjoyed watching you tongue your big sister's cunt so vigorously. Which is why I'm letting you leave. Keep running, little manthing. For however long you still can."

"Sasha, you need to get out of her," Mary insisted through gritted teeth as she willfully raised onto her hands and knees under the parasite's compulsion. "Run! Save yourself while you still can!"

She shook her head vehemently, tears streaming down her face. "No! No, I'm not leaving you here! Mary, I can still..."

"Run, you stupid bitch!" Mary shrieked at her wildly, terror in her eyes as the she-beast mounted her and forced her head to the floor. "Leave now before they get you too!"

The she-beast slammed its cock into her ass, and her eyes bulged. She screamed violently at the top of her lungs, wailing in terrified pain as the change began to take hold.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Sasha repeated over and over again before turning around and sprinting out of the security room, ignoring the sounds of her sister's wailing as she was raped by an alien cock. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Her cries echoed down the hall, slowly morphing into screams of pleasure as her voice changed. Sasha could hear it happening. She could hear her sister turning into one of those things! And it propelled her legs to move faster. There had to be a way off this ship. There just had to be!

She rounded another corner and came to an abrupt stop upon seeing two more of those mutant monstrosities come lumbering towards her. Sasha spun around and tried to go the other way, only to be cut off by two more. She tried to double back the way she originally came, only for yet two more mutant freaks to appear behind her. There was nowhere left for her to go. She was trapped.

Her former comrades, turned mutants, began to box her in, backing her up against a wall. Sasha slid down to her knees, trembling in abject fear as the twisted, writhing abominations continued to approach her, their soulless eye sockets seemingly boring straight through her very being.

"Please don't," she whimpered, a dark stain forming on her crotch as her bladder emptied in terror. "Please don't. I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I just want to go home. Please."

They loomed over her, tentacles protruding from various gashes in their horribly twisted bodies. The tentacles began to swell and expand, slithering out of their stomachs, ribs, and skulls before snaking towards her. Sasha looked up from her fearful trembling, gazing at one of the black, oily tentacles in nervous confusion. Only to watch as the tip of it swelled, split open, and sprayed her with a thick, clear liquid.

"No!" she screamed as the liquid doused her clothes.

Sasha waited for something to happen, only to reopen her eyes and stare down at her hands in confusion. She watched as the substance she'd just been sprayed with began to eat through her clothes, eating through her jacket and dissolving her booty shorts and fishnet stockings, stripping her down to tatters as well as her bra and panties.

"Wh... what is this stuff?" she asked, her face flushing as the heady aroma hit her all at once.

Two tentacles latched onto her wrists and spiraled up her arms, hoisting her into the air, where she began flailing hysterically.

"No! Get away from me!" she screamed, kicking her feet as she fought against them. "Leave me alone!"

Two more tentacles spiraled up her legs, whereupon she was forcefully pinned to the wall with her arms up above her head. She watched as one of the black tendrils slithered down her cleavage, its slimy surface wriggling between her breasts before yanking back. Her bra was ripped clean off her body, and she screamed all over again, her perky double-D breasts now free to the open air.

"Stop it!" she cried, struggling desperately against her bonds as more tentacles wrapped themselves around her torso and squeezed her breasts. "Please, I don't want this! Let me go!"

The ends of two of the tentacles split open and latched onto her nipples, making her chest pump out and her lower half flood against her will as she fought to resist this alien pleasure.

"I said no! I don't want it!" Sasha shook her head violently from side to side as her breasts were pumped. "I don't care how good you make it feel! I don't want it!"

Her thighs were forcefully spread open, and she watched in fear as a lone tendril slithered towards her black panties.

"Please, not there," she begged. "Anything but..."

Ignoring her, the tentacle began running its nub up and down her panties, making her yelp in surprise before shutting her eyes tight and gritting her teeth.

"No... I won't feel good," she chanted to herself, trying desperately to hold on to her sanity. "You're not going to make me feel good, you monsters! This is my body! Only I'm in control of it!"

Over and over again, the tentacles pleasured her, rubbing up and down the folds of her pussy through her underwear, pumping her nipples, and fondling her breasts. This couldn't happen to her. Not like this!

"I won't... I won't let you win..." she insisted, despite the fact she was actively trying to suppress the noises welling up within her. "I won't let you... won't let you..."

Her voice trailed off as she began to moan and pant in spite of herself. Whatever that was she'd just been sprayed with, it was heating her body up like a furnace right now. And those blasted tentacles, try as she might to block them out, just felt too damn good. Like little tongues caressing her all over, almost.

It was no use. She was about to come!

"No... no! I won't! This isn't pleasure! It's rape!" she shouted even as she moaned and writhed, her pleasure building and building alongside her voice. "I won't... I won't... I'm not gonna... gonna..."

Her eyes shut and she bared down, screaming through closed lips as she let loose a big squirty orgasm. Sasha's head slumped forward, and she panted for breath, all the strength having left her body.

"Please..." she whimpered, tears trickling down her cheeks. "... please don't do this to me. I don't... I don't want my first time to be like this."

A mass of tentacles wrapped around her abdomen while the ones around her arms and legs retracted. She yelped in fear as she was pulled in closer to them, whereupon the mutated crewmates encircled her. Sasha tried to stand on her feet and pull away, but the tentacles ensnaring her body were too strong.

"Big Sister! Big Sister, save me, please!" she cried, as one of the tentacles tore off her panties next. "Don't let them do this to me! Not this! Anything but this!"

The mutant directly behind her lined his engorged pale white cock with throbbing black veins up to her opening and spread her labia apart.

"Big Sisteeeeeer!"

With a single thrust, the mutant slammed its cock into her virgin pussy. She felt something give way, and her back arched, her eyes bulging and her tongue extending as she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her virgin blood trickled down her thighs as the monster began to slam its massive cock into her again and again, impaling her on it repeatedly while she screamed.

"Pull it out!" she begged even as the horrid pain morphed into a burning pleasure her body could not run away from. "Pull it out! Please!"

Over and over again, it pounded her pussy. The tentacles on her breasts formed small cilia on the end, which began pinching and tugging at her nipples.

"I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" she repeated over and over again, flecking saliva everywhere from her unfurled tongue. "Don't make me come again! I don't wanna come again!"

But of course, it didn't listen. Instead, the monster just pounded her pussy harder, faster, making her voice rise higher and higher, whereupon it hilted inside her. Warm cum flooded her pussy, and she sprayed, screaming out another massive orgasm.

Once more, her head slumped forward as she gasped for breath. The monster pulled out of her, white spunk mixed with her virgin blood dripping onto the floor.

"No more..." she panted, her tongue dangling loosely out of her open mouth. "... please no more."

Sasha was lifted into the air, her arms forced behind her and her knees pulled up to her chest, spreading her nice and wide as the next monster in the queue stepped forward and lined himself up with her entrance. She got one good look at the nine-and-a-half-inch cock that was about to enter her, and her eyes immediately bulged in horror.

"No... wait..." She began shaking her head desperately from side to side. "... that's not gonna fit! You're too big! It won't fit!"

The tentacles lowered her down onto his length, impaling her on the beast's massive cock. Her neck craned back as the air left her lungs, a guttural, incoherent grunt mixed with a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she was filled and stretched beyond capacity.

"It's... too... much!" Every breath came out as a guttural gasp as she was slammed on the massive length again and again, her eyes beginning to cross. "I'm begging you! Stop! You're breaking me!

It pulled out of her, and she was flipped onto her belly, arms stretched to either side, legs spread nice and wide as the monster slammed his massive length into her again. With her eyes firmly shut and her tongue still dangling, she let loose one guttural breathless scream after the next, spraying the floor again and again as her breasts were tortured by groping, squeezing, pinching tentacles.

This is how she was gonna die. Sasha was certain of it. This was how she died. Raped to death by mutant tentacles. She didn't want this! She didn't want any of this! So why? Why did it feel so damn good?!

The tentacles tugged sharply on her nipples, and she screamed in pain, her mouth opening wide, whereupon another ghostly white cock was shoved down her throat. Her eyes fully crossed now, Sasha choked and wretched on the massive intruder invading her throat as she was taken from both ends faster and faster.

Only for both monsters to hilt deep inside her at the same time, flooding her pussy yet again and sending rivets of white hot cum jetting into her stomach as well. They both pulled out of her, and she heaved, immediately vomiting up the white spunk that had been forced down her throat.

Her wrists were then forced behind her head as she was raised into a vertical position and impaled on two more cocks, one in her pussy, and the other slamming into her tight asshole. Upon feeling the big, veiny intruder pound into her back door, her eyes bulged and she screamed all over again. Any semblance of coherence and understanding was now replaced with a look of pure, unbridled shock. Her face was crimson, tongue fully extended, any thought in her mind beyond the ceaseless pleasure of coming over and over again, evacuating from her head.

Faster and faster the mutant cocks pumped in and out of her two holes, causing her voice to mount higher and higher, whereupon they both came deep inside her at the exact same time. Making her body tighten and seize as she sprayed yet again. Only to be bent backward, whereupon another cock was forced into her mouth.

Over and over again, she was gangbanged by six mutated crewmen. Her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, all three holes were filled repeatedly. All while she was bent and twisted like a pretzel into whatever pose or position they desired. Her mind was melting, completely unraveling at the seams.

Until at last, they dropped her haphazardly onto the floor. Sasha rose onto her hands and knees and vomited up rivets of white spunk as it simultaneously sprayed out of her both her back holes. The tentacles surrounding her opened up and sprayed her down with that clear liquid again, washing her body with it and dissolving the rest of her clothes away.

A tentacle wrapped around the back of her head and forced her down onto another cock. She began moaning and slurping on it. At the same time, one of the tentacles invaded her pussy and began swirling around in her insides. She came simultaneously as another white explosion went off in her mouth, puffing up her cheeks and bursting out her nose.

The mutant pulled out, and she heaved onto the floor again, another long stream of cum erupting from her belly. After which she was hoisted up by her wrists again and fucked violently in both holes as a tentacle invaded her mouth, some of the most vulgar sounds imaginable coming from around the intruder forcing its way down her throat. Her belly expanded, visibly protruding out as the beasts filled her up once more, only for it to come bursting out onto the floor the moment they pulled out.

It was amid this ceaseless, never-ending onslaught that Samantha came sauntering out of the security room, both her children, as well as her daughter's newly risen mate, Mary, at her back. They'd been drawn in by the commotion, curious as to what was going on.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Samantha asked playfully. "Looks like you didn't get very far after all, did you, manthing? I'm a little disappointed, truth be told. I had hoped I might have the pleasure of hunting you myself."

The mutants parted, allowing her to enter the circle. Sasha was getting pounded in her ass again, tied up with her hands behind her back, legs spread wide by multiple tendrils. Her head was limply dangling in front of her, long blonde hair obscuring her face.

"I see the biomorphs have been taking very good care of you," Samantha giggled before reaching out and gripping her hair. "Let's see how far along you are."

She pulled her head up, revealing her face. Sasha had a completely brain-dead smile on her cumsoaked face, eyes rolled back in unthinking bliss as she moaned for more. A happy little lobotomite in every sense of the word.

"Ooooo, what a cute face you're making for me," she cooed at her sadistically as the youngest member of the crew smiled and moaned and took cock up the ass in brainless glee. "With all those pheromones pumping through you right now, there are no more thoughts in your head at all, are there?"

Sasha didn't respond; she just smiled wider as her ass was pounded again and again. Samantha giggled and rubbed her nose against hers.

"No, there isn't, is there, cutie? You're sooooo happy right now. A happy, brainless little cumdump ready to be made into a Breeding Cow."

Again, Samantha was met with only more enthusiastic moaning as the braindead girl sprayed again and again, one orgasm mounting on top of the next.

"Don't worry, once we've implanted you and mounted you on our wall along with the rest of the spare pussies, this feeling you're experiencing right now? This thoughtless euphoria? It will become permanent. Your perpetual state of being until you can no longer breed. Rest assured, you will never feel pain, or sadness, or remorse, or grief, or any other emotion beyond thoughtless bliss ever again."

Yet again, no response from the brainless girl.

"Say nothing if you're excited to become a baby factory for the rest of your natural life," Samantha taunted her cruelly.

She was met with silence. The Hive Mother reared back and cackled in maniacal glee before releasing her hair, allowing her head to once again dangle loosely before turning around and walking away.

"Pump a few more loads into her, then drag her back to the shuttles with the others," she commanded. "Now that we've secured the rest of the crew, we can gather up the supplies we need to repair the Cordoba and blow this ship to hell."

With those words, Samantha left her at the mercy of the biomorphs. To be filled and stretched and filled and stretched over and over again. Until it was all she could feel. Until the sensation of being repeatedly rutted was the only thing that could run through her mind.

Mary stared quietly at her little sister as she was gangbanged before turning on her heel and following her mate back to the shuttle bay.

--

Deep in the bowels of the Cordoba, a hive was growing, its many hundreds of worker drones scurrying about tirelessly to expand tunnels and open new chambers. They'd been in a bit of a lethargy for several months now. But with the introduction of fresh biomass, things were really starting to pick up.

After successfully taking over the Briar Rose, all flesh aboard, both living and dead, was shuttled back to the hive for processing and conversion. The corpses and biomorphs were reduced to biomass. Along the walls, naked female forms moaned and writhed, their bellies swollen with child. It was a symphony of erotic pleasure. Dozens of breeding cows were being pumped and fucked and fed and bred in an endless cycle of mindless bliss over and over again.

Among this tapestry of fertile flesh, Sasha, the youngest member of the crew, struggled in her bonds, her arms and legs now fused to the wall of the hive, as she coughed and spluttered on the thick tentacle forcing its way down her throat, the material around her face keeping her mouth open nice and wide as it pumped its nutrients into her belly. At the same time, another tentacle buried itself into her cunt, its fleshy flower petal head blooming inside her, spreading her cervix wide open. Her scream of pain was muffled by the tentacle stuffed down her throat, and she was forced to watch as a cluster of drone eggs traveled through the tentacle before being implanted directly into her womb. Whereupon the tentacle retracted, only to be replaced by a breeding phallus.

Her eyes began to roll back, and her pained wails turned to moans of ecstasy as she was fucked in both holes simultaneously. Sasha's belly began to swell in size, taking load after load of breeding fluid in her pussy while her ass was drilled from behind, making her come again and again until she looked fully pregnant.

During which time, the tentacle rammed down her throat continued to pump nutrients into her stomach. Her breasts swelled in size, whereupon she began to lactate. White pearls of milk leaked from her stiff nipples before dribbling down her tits. Two smaller tentacles latched onto her nipples, whereupon she was pumped, her milk being stored in a clear bladder on the wall to her right. Whatever couldn't be stored in the bladder was fed directly into the hive itself, ensuring a constant cycle of growth for so long as she was alive. As the hive fed her, so too would it be nourished in return, all while she was made to pump out babies for the work force in a never-ending cycle of forced breeding and orgasms.

As was the fate of all who became Breeding Cows for the hive.

Further in, inside the nests of the Hiveborn variants, the Hunters were being tended to by their newly risen brood mates as they prepared for hibernation. Laura was being thoroughly fucked in the ass by Jess' second born, down on all fours, panting in broken heat as she took that monster cock of his again and again. Little more than an animal at this point. One devoted fully to the hive and her mate.

Mary, meanwhile, was taking it from both ends, Samantha's firstborn furiously rutting her pussy from behind while her youngest Hunter face fucked her. Meanwhile, the two Hive Mothers were enjoying some tongue bathing by a group of their children while they rested in a hammock of black webs.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," Jess sighed, her head tilted back in relaxation as six saliva-coated tongues ran across her voluptuous body, up the swell of her breasts, around her navel, cleaning every inch of her soft as cream skin. "There's nothing like a bit of pampering from your darling sons after a hard day's work. Wouldn't you agree, Samantha?" Upon not receiving an answer, she opened an eye and glanced over at her. "Samantha?"

She couldn't respond. Samantha was too busy gulping down milk as it was pumped down to her from the ceiling through a translucent tendril. Jess giggled at the sight.

"Would you stop stuffing your face for five seconds and talk to me?"

Samantha finally pulled away, and the tendril receded. She licked up the excess cream around her lips with her long, prehensile tongue.

"Apologies, sister. I just can't get enough of these nutrients," she insisted. "I've been ravenous ever since we got back from the Briar."

"Well, you did seed way more males than me, sister," Jess admitted while turning over on her belly, whereupon the tongues began cleaning and massaging her back, thighs, and ample butt. "Not to mention all the breastfeeding that entails."

Samantha groaned in exhaustion before cupping her breasts in her talons. "Tell me about it. My poor nipples are still sore. It's not easy doing all this child rearing."

"Makes me glad we have a new sister in the brood," Sally responded while shivering in delight as a tongue trailed up her spine. "Speaking of which, how long do you suppose it'll be before the Queen lets us play with her? I'm curious to know what her pussy tastes like."

"She's a ginger head, right?" Samantha noted. "I'm betting she tastes like flan."

Jess giggled at that and moaned, arching her back as one of the Hiveborn's tongues pressed itself into her back hole and wriggled around. "You think every pussy tastes like flan, sister."

"Well, it was my favorite dessert back when I was still a manthing," she observed. "Or wait... was it sherbert that was my original favorite?"

Jess shrugged, resting her head in her arms and shutting her eyes. "Who knows. I have so many new favorites to try now that we've expanded the total biomass of the hive, I've lost track of my own."

"Tell me about it. I was just gorging on a new favorite. Triple chocolate cake with a raspberry dribble."

Jess groaned in utter delight. "That sounds divine. Whose favorite was that?"

"I believe it was the flesh cradle's originally," she responded with a sadistic grin.

Both Hive Mothers giggled devilishly at that. Jess's pointed ears twitched, and she lurched up, causing Samantha to peer up at her curiously.

"What is it?"

A beaming smile formed on her face, and her gleaming fangs sparkled.

"My daughter is about to arrive!"

Samantha gasped in excitement, her tail bristling at the news. "Well, what are we waiting for, sister? Let's go!"

Jess and Samantha rushed out of their children's nest, crawling along the windy black tunnels up to the Queen's private nest. A vulvic orifice opened up before them as they entered the site where their hive first began its proliferation through the corpse of the mining technician Kevin and the former captain Chris. Their flesh was used to create the walls of this place. And their scent was especially comforting to their Queen. For this reason, she made her personal lair here.

At that very moment, Brooke was kneeling in the center of the chamber on a circular mattress composed of black hive flesh. She had Lia down on all fours in front of her, torso rigged up in a shibari harness made of the same material her dominatrix outfit was composed of. A black leash was around the newest Hive Mother's neck, and she was being thoroughly rutted by Brooke's black play cock.

"That's it," she growled with primal authority, tugging back on the leash sharply as she slammed her hips into Lia's ass again and again. "Show me submission, pet. Show me prostration and obedience."

"Yes, my Queen," Lia moaned. "Always, my Queen."

"Worship me, pet," she commanded sharply, pounding her pussy over and over again while bearing her razor-sharp canines. "To worship the Queen is to worship the Master. It is Master's flesh that composes the Queen's cock. The Queen's cock, which is now claiming this cunt. Show me you know your place."

"This cunt. This ass. This mouth. These lips," Lia projected in heat, taking everything she gave her with her prehensile tongue unfurled in bliss. "They belong to the Queen. They belong to the hive. This flesh serves. It exists to obey."

"I am the greater, you are the lesser," the Queen recited. "Commit this to your very genes. Let it become instinct for you. Just like everything else in your new life."

"You are the greater, I am the lesser. You are the greater, I am the lesser," Lia chanted.

Jess and Samantha both watched as their younger sister was thoroughly rutted by the Queen, almost hypnotized by the way her balls would repeatedly smack against her thighs. They began to squirm in place, their faces flushing and their own heats starting to flood at the sight. The urge to lower and spread, to kneel and prostrate before their Queen, was especially potent at that moment. After all, it was instinct for them, too, now.

They could both still remember those first few weeks in the hive together. The long hours their Queen spent showing them her dominance. Only Master and the Queen could directly manipulate the hive's flesh. And she wielded this power with vicious authority, placing them in her harness, the way she now had Lia. Suspending them in the air with black ropes in various forms of bondage, lashing their backsides repeatedly with barbed whips and knotted floggers. Marking their flesh with her talons. And forcing them onto their hands and knees for many, many ruttings. Some so hard and so vicious they would bleed, regenerate, and then bleed again.

But like with all things, the pain of discipline and forced submission beget its own wicked form of pleasure as well.

Of the two, Jess struggled with adapting to her place in the natural order of things the most. Old weaknesses from her life before evolving had bled over into her new life as a Hive Mother. There was a time before the brood when Jess could not stand this woman. Back when she was still a manthing. Back when she was still burdened by thoughts of extreme jealousy, self-doubt, and puerile insecurities, which served no purpose in her new life. A small kernel of envy and resentment could still be felt within her initially. That the woman whom she once perceived as her romantic rival was made Queen and not her. When she was Master's first true love thing, and the first to truly love Master and the hive.

Those filthy manthing weaknesses had to be purged. It was not her place to question Master ever. She existed to obey Master. Her purpose was to breed for Master. Her very being belonged solely to Master, her maker, her ruler, her Hive. And whether the weak pathetic manthing she used to be approved of it or not, she wasn't Master's Queen. Brooke was. And the Queen came before all except for the Master. To insult the Queen with thoughts of jealousy or the desire to be seen as an equal was to defy the will of the hive, and thus the will of Master.

Which was why she was grateful to her Queen for being so attentive to her. For beating her ass so mercilessly. For whipping her back without remorse. For making her take her thickest, meanest cocks in all her holes. And for never showing an ounce of leniency or restraint. The lessons she taught her through those first few weeks of discipline made her a stronger, more efficient Hive Mother for the brood. And she loved her Queen for that. She truly did.

Samantha also struggled with the lessons her Queen taught her at first. Albeit for different reasons. In her previous life, she was a very independent and guarded young woman. The result of past traumas caused her to emotionally isolate herself from those around her. She carried a weapon with her everywhere she went as a way to make herself feel in control, even in environments where she lacked control. And she used casual sex as a way to distance herself from emotional attachment.

The pathetic manthing she was before would have likely balked at the submissive nurturing and obedient to a fault Hive Mother she now was, thanks in no small part to her Queen. But Samantha was eternally grateful to her for showing her the way. For reminding her of her duty to the hive through their sessions of passionate lovemaking and strict discipline. In which she displayed her dominance over her. Reminded her over and over again who she belonged to. You will come when I order you to. You will scream because I demand it of you. I am your Queen. I am your ruler. You are mine. And I will ensure you never forget it.

This strict dominance was comforting to her. It was familiar to her because it resonated with the echo of the manthing she once was and how she perceived most of her relationships, even if it was only subconsciously. But whereas she once blithely perceived herself as a dominant energy, she now understood and accepted that she was always the submissive in every relationship she ever had.

It helped that Samantha already held a great deal of respect for Brooke even before the change. Not only was she a natural leader, but she was also always her go-to person whenever a problem would arise. Still, it was a struggle at first. Fully embracing and accepting her place in the hierarchy. Samantha was not independent anymore; she belonged to the hive and Master. By extension, that meant she belonged to her Queen as well.

As for Brooke, she thrived in her new role at the top of the food chain.

"That's it. Take it deep," the Queen commanded, pulling back on her pet's leash and slamming her cock into her harder now. "Tired already, are we?" She slapped the fire out of Lia's ass, making her grunt in a mixture of pain and arousal. "You can do better than that, plaything." Using her free hand, Brooke gripped her waist and started pumping into her faster and faster. "Keep backing those hips into me. That's it. Just like that. Get me there. I'm gonna..."

Her head tilted back, and she groaned in blissful release as her balls tightened.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck..." Lia let out a long, obtuse moan, her eyes crossing and her tongue unfurling as Brooke's gift was pumped into her. "... yes, my Queen. Yes. Fill me up. Please fill me up."

"Oh my..." the Queen shuddered in pleasure before smiling down at her affectionately. "... oh my. Such a good girl. What a good little lovething you are."

She pulled out and let the youngest Hive Mother collapse onto the bed, her leash detaching from her collar and receding into the Queen's glove as warm playcum dribbled out of her thoroughly used pussy. Brooke stroked her length a few more times and shot four rivets of thick ropey white across her backside as well. She smiled down at her new favorite pet. Every moment she spent dominating this naturally submissive creature, Brooke fell more and more in love. She never wanted this feeling to end!

Ever since becoming Queen of the hive, Brooke had felt more alive than she ever did back as a manthing. Before becoming the ruler of her Master's domain, the former medical officer was plagued by constant doubts and insecurities despite the brave face she put on as a front for her fellow crewmates every day she was on this ship. All of which stemmed from her turbulent past relationships and the emotional and physical abuse she suffered throughout her life.

But then along came Master into her life. Of course, back then, he wasn't Master to her just yet. He was just Dr. Jacob Warren, her dorm neighbor and a man she'd come to trust with the most vulnerable and sensitive parts of her being. It was through Jacob that she gained the confidence to be independent again, to feel in control again. And eventually, through the emotional support of her best friend, Brooke found the absolute love of her life. A man by the name of Chris.

Or so she thought. Turns out, even Chris had his own lies, his own form of deceit. And after everything she'd been through already, this revelation absolutely destroyed Brooke. Which is why, like she had many times in the past before, she once again fled to her best friend's arms at a point where she felt truly at her lowest. And in so doing, she embraced Master and the Hive.

Since then, she'd blossomed into her new role. Stripped of all her human weaknesses and petty insecurities, Queen Brooke was now ten times the leader she once was under her inferior manthing lover, Chris. She was a force of dominance now. The ruler and leader of the Hive. All within bowed before her as they did Master. And under her guidance, with the instincts instilled in her by Master, they would spread glorious proliferation upon all of humankind.

Starting with the crew of the Briar Rose. Lia was proving an especially amusing new addition to their growing family. The other brood girls lacked discipline when they first became a family. Needing constant care and attention so that their holdover manthing instincts did not taint the superior gene now coursing through their bodies. But not her. Lia was reborn perfectly submissive to her. Perfectly obedient. Something she attributed to her former life aboard the Briar. Where once she was submissive to her Captain, however, now the newly risen Hive Mother was obedient only to her Queen. She just couldn't get enough of that tight hole of hers.

Brooke thoroughly tongue bathed Lia's backside as a reward for being so good, showing her love thing some affection. Lia moaned and writhed as she kissed the sensitive spot on the small of her back. Her Queen was every bit as good a lover as her dear Captain once was. Better even. For she knew exactly what to give her, exactly what she needed to bring about that deep feeling of submission she thrived in.

"Alright, my little lovely." The Queen patted her fondly on the rump. "Rejoin your sisters."

"Yes, my Queen," Lia murred contentedly before crawling off the flesh mattress.

She made her way over to the others before dropping to her knees and splaying her thighs open with her hands planted firmly on the ground between them, resting back on her haunches. Jess and Samantha assumed the same position, their heads gently bowed in humble supplication as Brooke rose to her feet, standing before them now.

"Now then, I'm happy to report that Master's plan has gone exactly as we had predicted," Brooke declared with a hand on her cocked hip. "In addition to the much-needed repairs made to the Cordoba, we now have enough biomass to complete the hive." A wicked grin spread across her lips. "Everything is ready for when we finally dock with Halden Station. Soon, the ecstasy of proliferation shall be upon us."

Samantha smirked knowingly, her gaze still lowered. "We are with you, my Queen. As we are with Master. May our flesh forever serve the Hive or be returned to it."

"I can't believe it's finally almost here." In spite of herself, Jess' segmented tail was wiggling back and forth excitedly. "Glorious proliferation. So many new sisters to play with. So many new sons and daughters to add to our family. I simply can't wait, my Queen!"

Brooke snickered at her in amusement before gently stroking her cheek with her talons. "Patience, girl. The repairs to our FTL space drive are not yet complete."

"I grow restless, my Queen," Jess insisted, her tail wagging even more excitedly than before as she rubbed her face against her hand. "My body burns with the need to seed my young. I have so many fertile eggs in need of hosts."

"And you will have them, my sweet," she assured her. "But for now, attend to Master's flesh. Show our Hive the reverence it deserves."

Jess kissed the head of Brooke's flaccid play cock before running her long, prehensile tongue up its length, swirling it all along the shaft before enveloping her lips around the head and beginning to suck.

"Good," Brooke sighed in bliss and tilted her head back, eyes gently shut as she stroked the blonde's hair. "Very good, my little love thing."

While Jess' head bobbed up and down her length, Samantha and Lia leaned over and each took one of her heavy balls into their mouths, sucking them and polishing them with their tongues.

"Such good girls you are," the Queen moaned whilst petting her three lovelies. "Master is so very pleased with you, my pets. As am I."

They continued to service the Hive's flesh with their mouths, each girl taking it in turn to suck on their Queen's play cock. The Hive Mothers finished by wrapping all three of their tongues around the shaft before stroking it rhythmically up and down. Brooke's voice mounted higher and higher, whereupon she moaned in ecstasy as she and Master both came simultaneously.

"Ahhh, that's it," she groaned in sweet release, her playcum coating the walls of the Hive only to be reabsorbed into its flesh. "That's it, my lovelies. Oooo, such good girls you are."

They giggled playfully as her cock slowly shriveled back into her black flesh panties, returning her crotch to flat, smooth uniformity once more.

"Now then... unless I am mistaken, Jess. You have a little one on the way."

Jess beamed up at her and nodded eagerly. "May I... may I see her now, my Queen?"

"Of course," she assured before beckoning them to the far wall. "Right this way, lovelies. We will watch the birth together as a family."

They followed their Queen over to the Breeding Cow, still hanging on the wall. Though they had many new wall pussies this was the first. Their beloved former Chief Communications Officer, Rebecca. Admittedly, this was a bittersweet moment for the brood. Though they were about to gain a new daughter of the Hive, this would be her last breeding before she was returned to its flesh.

Rebecca was huffing and panting around her gag as her swollen belly squirmed. The baby within her was kicking rather violently. She began to moan through her gag and then scream in pain.

"Oh, I know it hurts, sweet thing," Brooke cooed at her while gently rubbing her pregnant belly. "But you can do it. Push."

The Breeding Cow shut her eyes and screamed as she bore down with the last of her strength.

"That's it. Push," the Queen commanded. "Just like you've done dozens of times before. Push for me, little wall pussy."

With one final breath, Rebecca shrieked violently, whereupon the alien larva came shooting out of her lower half, just as she'd done countless times before. Whereupon her body slumped forward in one final heap of exhaustion. Jess quickly scooped up her daughter and began cleaning away the afterbirth with her tongue. During which time Brooke attended to Rebecca, gently cupping her cheek in her palm and stroking it affectionately.

"You did so well," Brooke spoke proudly to her. "So very well, my dear. Our growing family owes you a great deal."

Slowly, Rebecca peered up into her Queen's eyes curiously. Brooke rested her forehead against hers.

"I am so very proud of you. All those births. All those breedings. And now, at last, you may finally rest."

"She's beautiful!" Jess wept at the sight of her newborn daughter, scooping the larva up in her arms and cradling it to her chest. "Sisters, look! My firstborn daughter is here at last!"

Samantha placed her hands up to her chest, smiling warmly at her sister. "I'm so very happy for you, Sister. I know how much this means to you after losing your firstborn son to that wretched engineer."

Jess scowled at her nastily. "Please do not ever mention him in my presence again, Sister. That vile man thing could have become a part of our family by joining his flesh with Master. Instead, he blew himself up just to rob my precious son of his first kill." She then smiled back down at the larva in her arms. "But you are right. This moment is important to me. No one will rob one of my precious children's flesh from the Hive like that ever again. No one."

Lia smiled at her happily. "Congratulations, Sister. I'm happy for you as well."

Jess considered their newest Hive Mother for a moment before looking down at her child thoughtfully. After coming to a consensus about something, she extended her arms out, offering the small wriggling larva to Lia.

"Would you like to hold her, Sister?" Jess offered with a smile on her face.

Lia's big yellow eyes widened in shock. "R... Really?"

She nodded. "It'll take some time before she sheds her larval form and can feed. You may hold her until then if you desire."

The youngest Hive Mother peered down at the larva curiously before reaching out and taking it in her arms, where she instinctively cradled it like a baby. Staring down at the wriggling, hissing larva in her hands, she began to tear up, her lip quivering as emotions she'd never felt before welled up inside her.

"She's beautiful," Lia sniffled. "I love her. My darling niece."

While the Hive Mothers continued to coo and caudle the newest addition to their growing family, Brooke said her final farewells to Rebecca.

"Rest assured, my dear, the Hive is in good hands. We have a whole host of Breeding Cows, fertile and ready to spread glorious proliferation to Halden Station." With a woeful frown, the Queen then added. "Unfortunately, I fear you will not be here to see our Hive's expansion throughout the human domain. Your reproductive organs have fully broken down. You can no longer breed children for the Hive."

Rebecca let out a hollow grunt as the Queen tilted her chin up to meet her gaze again.

"But do not weep, my sweet little spent breeding hole. Though your purpose may be fulfilled, through your biomass you will live on in the eternal embrace of the Hive."

She kissed her sweetly on the forehead before releasing her chin and sending her on her way.

"Return to the Hive, my dear," Brooke spoke before backing away. "Sleep now. You've earned your eternal respite."

The Breeding Cow's eyes shut, and her head hung between her shoulders as she exhaled one final breath, her flesh receding into the wall where it was melted down and converted into biomass.

"Farewell, Sweet Rebecca. We will remember your gene fondly."

Rebecca disappeared into the wall of flesh, fully consumed by the Hive. More biomass to add to its growing foundations. The Queen wiped a single tear from her eye before placing her hand upon the wall where their very first Breeding Cow once hung.

Whereupon her smile returned in full as she promptly turned around and joined the other girls huddled around their family's newest bundle of joy.

"Look, Sisters! She's beginning to shed," Jess declared excitedly.

Lia watched intently as the larva shed its outer skin, growing a set of stubby little arms, legs, as well as a tail. Two beady yellow eyes stared back up at her as the hatchling clicked for its mother. Samantha placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Give her back to Jess now, Sister. So she may feed her baby."

She frowned somewhat reluctantly before turning her gaze to Jess, whose tail was swishing back and forth expectantly. With a small sigh, she finally handed back her child, to which the elder Hive Mother immediately began breastfeeding her baby.

"When will it be my turn, Sister?" Lia asked despondently. "A Hive Mother is nothing without a sweet child to dote on and love. I wish to raise my own offspring for the Hive. My own precious sons and daughters to raise and feed and train to hunt for biomass."

"And you will, Sister," Samantha assured her.

Brooke nodded. "Yes. You will."

They both peered up at her curiously.

"You've taken to your convergence remarkably well, my pet," she declared. "For showing your submission to your Queen so willingly, I have decided to allow you to experience your first breeding."

Lia's eyes lit up, and an ecstatic smile stretched across her lips. "T... Truly, my Queen?! My first breeding?!"

She nodded before turning to Samantha. "You, as well, may breed again. Consider it your reward for executing Master's plan so flawlessly and seeding so many males with our gene."

Samantha smiled at that and bowed her head graciously. "Thank you, my Queen."

She gestured for them to stand. "Both of you rise."

The Hive Mothers stood to their feet. Using her mental connection to the Hive, Brooke willed forth two breeding cocks from her Master's flesh. Two bulbous red pods formed on the wall, which opened up, revealing two crablike creatures that crawled out on eight spindly legs before skittering down the wall.

The crablike creatures crawled up both girls' legs before placing themselves below their pussies. They flipped around, implanting their phallic protrusions into both their lower holes. The girls both moaned erotically and clutched at their bellies as they tightened. Each creature formed into a set of fleshy red underwear from which two engorged breeding cocks began to grow.

"Take these gifts with my blessing, you two. Choose any wall pussy you desire and knock her up."

A wicked grin sprouted over Samantha's lips as she turned her gaze back to the entrance of her Queen's chamber, her cock already swelling as it slowly rose to attention. "I know just who to pick."

"It's so heavy between my legs," Lia spoke while curiously rubbing her hand up and down her new cock's length. "Is this really what male man things feel all the time?"

Her older sister chuckled at her. "Rest assured, Sister, ours feel even better." She took her by the hand. "Come with me! I'll show you how to properly rut a man thing female."

"Okay!" Lia responded gleefully.

The two scampered off hand in hand down to the Breeding Cow chambers. Brooke giggled at them in amusement, placing a hand up to her reddened cheek.

"Such cuties."

It was at that moment that she felt a stirring between her legs. Her black flesh underwear began to vibrate and pulse, making her gasp and moan, whereupon she slid two talons down to her soaking wet sex.

"Oh fuck..." Brooke cupped her naked breast in her free hand and fondled it while rubbing her panties back and forth. "... Master... are you getting excited too?"

He responded with more pulsey vibrations, sending her down to her knees where she mewled for him like a kitten, now fully in heat for her beloved. She turned her gaze to Jess, who was still bonding with her newest child, before rising to her feet and making her way out of her personal chamber.

Master desired some alone time with his Queen.

~~

Brooke made her way through the honeycomb structure of the Hive, her black heels gripping its fleshy surface with ease, ensuring her stride remained unimpeded. Amidst the cacophony of noise that was dozens of Breeding Cows being repeatedly rutted and fucked by the Hive's many fleshy tendrils in all their holes, the Queen made her way to the heart of their lair, the central chamber of the Hive where her throne resided.

Here, surrounded by hundreds of veiny tentacles, she approached her Master, his face peering down at her from the crown jewel above her throne with an approving smile upon his lips as always. She lowered herself down onto her hands and knees, thighs splayed open, resting back on her haunches with her head lowered in submission before him, the way the Hive Mothers would bow to her in deference.

"Master, the last of the human biomass has been assimilated with the Hive," she declared, her face obscured by her long red hair. "And the repairs are almost complete. Very soon, we may resume our journey back to Halden Station."

His smile grew as he extended a single tendril out from the black throne to caress her cheek, making her shiver in delight, though her head remained lowered in supplication.

"Have I been a good girl?" she asked through heated breaths. "I've done all that you asked of me. Led our glorious Hive as best I could. Have I... have I pleased you?"

Slowly, the tendril tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. His glittering, beautiful, hypnotic gaze. Though Brooke ultimately ruled the Hive, she was still beholden to Master above all else, as were they all. That hadn't changed. And ever since becoming what she now was, the urge to serve him and please him above all else had grown so strong as to be all-consuming.

There was a time, back when she was still a man thing, where that smiling gaze and those piercing eyes were so hard to meet. Guilt, an especially repugnant human weakness, could be felt all throughout her being when it came to the subject of her former best friend. The way she once used this man, taking advantage of his feelings to satiate her own selfish needs for validation and empathy, was once a cause of great emotional turmoil for her. But no more. She'd replaced such weaknesses with nothing but an all-consuming desire to serve. To grow the Hive and please her Master in whatever way he so desired.

The tendril retracted back into the throne, and she watched curiously as it began to change its shape. Tentacles stitching together and melding into solid flesh. Riveting muscle formed as well as arms, legs, and a faceless bald head, taking the form of a burly black mannequin-esk figure seated upon the throne with a long, thick, engorged cock. A gleeful smile formed on Brooke's lips as she licked them hungrily.

This particular play body he'd just formed for them took the form of her ex-lover Chris. Albeit completely devoid of any form of identifying facial features. Just as well, she preferred it that way. Though she longed to stare into her Master's gaze and his gaze alone whenever he would rut her, she did so love all that burly, toned muscle and big, giant catcher's mitt hands her old boyfriend possessed.

"Oh, Master," she moaned for him in heat whilst crawling on all fours up the steps of the throne. Brooke placed herself between his legs and gripped her ex-lover's cock in her hand, where she began to stroke it up and down. "You know me so well."

She kissed the head of his cock before enveloping her mouth around it and sinking down, where she began moaning and slurping along his length as her lips moved back and forth in a steady, pleasurable rhythm.

"Our plan worked perfectly, my beloved," she mumbled around his cock, eyes locked to his black pearlescent eyes as her bead bobbed along his length. "Spreading our gene to the human cattle of the Briar. Luring our child's cradle aboard without any undue complications."

Brooke popped her lips off his length and began attending to his balls, next, breathing in the sweaty musk of her former Captain, Chris. She began rubbing her pussy through her black fleshy panties whilst tweaking her nipple with her free hand.

"Please reward me, Master. My body is on fire for you right now," she begged while sucking his cock again. "I wanna be bred again. Please fill your Queen full of your seed."

The black flesh mannequin placed his hand on the back of her head and pressed her down, making her take his full length into her throat to the point his balls were slapping repeatedly against her chin.

"I have a new pussy I wanna try," she mumbled around his dick while he continued to throat fuck her. "Please? Please, will you fuck me with it? I want to feel it inside me using our flesh cradles twat."

Finally, he pulled on her hair, yanking her off his length, whereupon she gasped and panted up at him, tongue fully extended, eyes glazed over in lust as she stared into her Master's eyes above the throne.

"I'll put it in myself," she assured him before standing and lowering her black panties down around her ankles, leaving a trail of wetness behind on them. "In the meantime, you can taste me. Will that be okay, Master? Will you taste how wet I am for you and your flesh?"

She placed the black panties between her teeth and straddled his lap, grinding her naked pussy along that monster length she enjoyed so much while running her hands along her former lover's riveting body. His giant hands were everywhere, pawing her breasts and groping her butt. During which time her Master's face slithered from the wall toward her, where it took her damp panties in its mouth, consuming her taste, her heat, whereupon the two began to furiously make out with each other, their tongues swirling together.

"I'm always wet for you," she moaned while reaching down and placing his cock into position above her opening, using the flesh mannequin's peck to stabilize herself as she slowly took him in. "Always, Master. I wanna stay wet for you forever. I never want this feeling to fade. This utter bliss you leave me swimming in. This need for your flesh, for your gene, no matter the form it takes."

As she stretched to accommodate his size, her eyes widened and her lips fell open, her lower half resting fully on his lap now as he gripped her ass in both meaty palms. Whereupon she wrapped her arms around the play body's neck and began to bounce herself up and down.

"Oh... oh my!" she moaned erotically, her glistening wet thighs slapping repeatedly against his as she rode his cock. "Oh, fuck! It's good! It's so good with this silly slut's tight cunt! I love it! I love the way your dick feels inside me!"

Master continued to smile down at her, watching intently as she moaned and debased herself on his cock.

"Is it good for you, too, Master? My pussy? My little breeding hole? It's yours, Master. No matter its form, my flesh is yours. Always and forever. I love you. I love you more than anything!"

She reached up and kissed his lips feverishly again while Chris' body thrust its hips up into her, hitting her G-spot repeatedly until her tight bundle of nerves clenched up and she sprayed her pheromones all over Master's abdominal muscles in a big squirt orgasm whilst screaming into his mouth. At which point she pulled away, tongue dangling and eyes rolled back into her head as she leaned back and braced her hands on his knees, spreading her legs wide and really started to bounce herself hard and rough on that massive dick of his.

"I'll find more!" she assured him, her dangling tongue giving her a slight lisp as her breasts bounced up and down in rhythm with her hips. "I'll find more pussies for you to try. More bouncy tits and big fat booties for you to fuck and fondle and cover in your gene. I'll become whatever you want me to be! Just keep fucking my holes! Keep breeding me in whatever way you want!"

Higher and higher her voice mounted, until at last she whipped back her head and screamed.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming again! Master! Master! Thank you, Master! Masterrrrrr!"

Her belly tightened and she sprayed again, all her sex spots lighting up at once, whereupon she immediately started bouncing on his dick again, twice as fast as before now. Multiple tentacles slithered from the wall and descended towards her.

"It feels like my brain is melting in the most beautiful way!" she cried out in utter bliss between rapid breaths, her inhuman body moving impossibly fast on his length. "Oh, Master! You make me so happy! The happiest love thing in the entire cosmos! I want our family to grow throughout the stars and beyond! I want our love to spread across this hollow, meaningless existence until we are all that remains! Our perfect family! Our perfect love across all of creation!"

Multiple tendrils slithered along her body, fondling her breasts and kissing her skin repeatedly with dozens of Master's lips. At the end of one of these tendrils, a finger pulled at the side of her mouth, tugging on her cheek while she further lost her mind to the brainless bliss of rutting. There were no words grand enough to describe it. No simple human analogue that could even approach the level of bliss and euphoria she felt while connected with her Master in this way. Words and thoughts gave way to simple-minded screams of ecstasy as she came again and again in a never-ending cycle.

He was relentless with her, using Chris's powerful arms to lift her up by her thighs off his length. Whereupon she watched as his cock split in two and reformed, dividing as if through mitotic reproduction and regrowing into twin shapes, two massive phalli erect and throbbing.

Master lowered her down, and she came completely undone. Both her holes now filled and stretched as he once again rutted her senseless. A third girthy cock forcing its way past her lips before pistoning in and out of her throat. No mere man thing could survive such passion. It was never-ending. Like dying, almost. Only to be reborn and then die again. Over and over until all thought or sound or state of being was just nerve bundle and dopamine. A constant, ceaseless state of coming, coming, coming!

And in this state of bliss beyond comprehension, he spoke a single word directly into her subconscious.

Mine!

Whereupon he hilted deep inside all three of her holes, filling her up, stuffing her to the brim with his love, with his gene. Yes! Yes, Master, I am yours! She thought to herself, even as the tentacle in her mouth pulled out and sprayed her body down with more of his gift. Now and always, I am yours! Forever and ever!

As is all female flesh among the human species.

They would all belong to him. In one form or another. Every buxom female beauty. Every soft, supple curve, breast, and backside. All of it would be his. A garden of girl pleasure. A harem of Hive breeders that would come to span the breadth of the entire human genome. As his Queen, Brooke desired only to please her Master above all else. The joy of procreation would always come second to her, no matter how much ambrosia she felt in the moment. Ultimately, it was this directive, above all else, that brought her the greatest joy of all.

Proliferation.

Many would not understand. There would be those who fought tooth and nail to stop the spread of their glorious garden of female flesh. What none of them would be able to appreciate until they were brought into the brood in one form or another was just how happy Master could make them all. Every woman, every female, every fertile feminine form of healthy breeding age. They would all come to understand what it was Master truly had to offer them. No longer did they have to be alone. No longer would they have to suffer under the doubts and existential uncertainties that were the burden of all sentient lifeforms. Master would strip that all away. Remove every last mental blemish accumulated within the man thing psyche.

And in its place, he would leave nothing but him behind.

Change was coming to the galaxy. And though many would inevitably fight this change, there was ultimately nothing that humanity could do to stop the Hive's glorious proliferation. There would be no more uncertainty, no more doubt, no more pain or strife or grief. He would assimilate all human flesh, all human structure, melding them together into a single glorious existence. Until only two remained. The Master and his Queen, in whatever form they chose, in whatever pleasure they chose. He would meld it all together. A single perfect love.

A single perfect organism.