Watching the last of her brood grip the ceiling and envelop
themselves in cocoons, Alicia purred to herself looking up at the fourteen new
additions to the hive. She and Greg had done nothing but mate and breed repeatedly
for over an hour, she could have done more, CRAVED for more, but exhaustion had
overtaken her. Fourteen to join the other twelve that now grew and gestated
above her head, a pulsing mass of fleshy modules that were the future of the
hive.
The hive, that’s what she was a part of now, her old life
was a pale shadow to that. Who was she before her transformation? A blind artist
infatuated with a stone man and his friends? Now her eyes could see EVERYTHING;
colour, electromagnetism, radiation, the entire world was open to her now. She
was strong, stronger than she could even imagine, she could never be injured,
never become frail, and her fertility… In the span of just days she had become
the mother of over two dozen children. She was perfect.
“I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!”
And she owed it all to her. Storming into the nest filled
with rage and indignation, her queen still looked magnificent, more so now than
ever before. Susan Storm walked into the lair with the grace and sway of a
runway model, the chitinous spurs on her heels acting like stilettos, making
her seem even taller and accentuating her long-toned legs and heart shaped
rear. Her tentacle hair had grown longer, now seemingly waist length, it swayed
and flowed behind her like seaweed in the ocean to an invisible current. Her
gnarled horns crowning the sides of her head, appearing very much like her hair
yet firm and sharp. Just sharp as the spines that lined her ankles, forearms
and back.
One arm wrapped around herself just under her full proud H
cup breasts, her other hand rubbing the temple of her forehead to calm what
appeared as a headache, all while a second pair of talons wrung the air in
front of her. A new pair of arms just under her original pair and she used and
expressed with them as easily as her natural limbs. Flicking and swishing
behind her was a barb tipped tail; thin and prehensile, her two sons who
followed her avoided the unpredictable appendage while it flicked and snapped
with her furious mood. Trailing behind her were a dozen bubbles of solid light,
bent and formed by her mastery of the light spectrum, each sphere of invisible
light contained a sleeping newborn, each of them sharing the translucent green
skin, tentacles and barbs of their mother… And their two fathers who followed
her.
“how could I have let that blow up in my face like that?!”
To an extent, she was being literal. She had planned to test her two sons to
see if they had the discipline to interact with humanity without being a
threat, instead her little ‘lesson’ snowballed out of control and it led to her
head getting blown off by the barkeep’s shotgun. Miraculously she survived!
Regrowing her lost head and going into a feral killing spree before getting
into a devil’s triangle with her two adult sons. “What am I supposed to do
now?”
To say she was crest fallen was an understatement, with all
her bluffing that she would kill any who stepped out of line, in the name of
protecting humanity from herself, she had to discover the hard way that she was
essentially immortal now, most likely all of them were. If she could regrow her
head than what WAS likely to kill her now? Or any of her brood? “There has to
be a way, a way of keep us in line until I can figure this out…”
“You’ve returned Susan… Oh my, look at you, you’re
magnificent.” Swooned Alicia, practically skipping up to wrap her arms around
the alien woman and embrace her, peppering her neck and cleavage with licks and
kisses. “Alicia, what has gotten into…” Looking up, Susan found additional cocoons
hanging from the ceiling, her reptilian eyes narrowing when she put the pieces
together in her head. “I leave you alone for just two hours, two FUCKING hours…”
Separating herself from Alicia, Susan stepped deeper into the lair and pointed
a talon up at the 12 throbbing fleshy sacks hanging above her head. “And you go
and fuck like rabbits!”
“You told us to watch over the hive, it was tended to in
your absence.”
Hissing in anger at her son’s response, Susan’s tail snapped
and struck the floor with the intensity of a bullwhip. Before the sonic boom of
the whip crack even finished, she had her son Greg by the throat hoisted above
her, his limbs dangling and struggling with her steel strong grip. “DID I SAY
FUCK UNTIL OUR NUMBERS DOUBLED?!”
“B-but you did the same…” Following his reptilian eyes to
the newborns she still had contained in hard light bubbles. Susan slowly let
Greg go, and fell to her knees. “You feel the need just like we do, the drive
to mate and breed, to multiply our numbers, you cannot ignore it anymore than
you can stop breathing.” A sense of defeat washing over her, she hated to admit
it, but he was right. Even now after all this she could feel her heart pounding
in her chest, the heat rising inside of her. Looking up at the collection of cocoons,
Susan noticed five of them begin to hatch, their dry leathery surfaces
splitting open and a splash of fluid spilt to the concrete floor where one by
one the now adult hatchings landed on their hands and feet and sniffed the air.
Like their older siblings they were built large and powerful, with corded
muscles underneath green translucent green chitin and flesh. The moment their
wild predatory eyes focused on her, Susan felt herself go flush with arousal,
attracted to their animal attraction. Was this to be her fate? To succumb to be
a wanton broodmare to a predatory species of monsters? Standing back to her
full height and her eyes fluttering in arousal at the scent of her five new sons,
Susan whimpered and outstretched her four arms invitingly.