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Sue pitied the Draconians.
All that power, the strength, the technology…all of it worthless in the face of an inability to purify photons. How they had survived so long against the hordes of Falspawn was beyond her, but they proved to be incapable of giving up.
Perhaps it was that sentiment that helped her to get along with them, and why she had accepted an extension on one of her missions to handle something they couldn’t. Operatives were generally encouraged not to try and overextend themselves, lest they not come back at all…But really, how could she just ignore a request like that?
They called the falspawn “Demons”, and a squad of them had practically begged her to handle an infestation within one of their prayer rooms. There had been a bit of a debate between her and Brigitta about letting another operative take care of it, but Sue’s own stubborn streak had ultimately won out: Wasn’t their duty to protect?
Which was how she found herself among sights that the deranged researcher, Aki, would have probably given a limb for.
Abandoned tables and seats, though they looked more like progressively larger cubes than any real furniture. Smaller datacubes that she couldn’t understand, quite a bit of food- ‘large hunk of meat’ seemed to be a universal language, though she saw some decaying fruit among the spoiled leftovers -and various little things that she neither had the time nor understanding to truly appreciate.
There was often a line of thinking among operatives, mostly due to where they were deployed, about other races being cruder than Oracle was accustomed to. It was a dangerous habit, and one that had many remedial classes dedicated to stomping out, but one that would rear its ugly head without warning. Yet, looking at the items left behind, Sue could easily picture the Sadeenians standing among each other, celebrating or playing.
…Perhaps she would have to indulge Aki, though the idea of getting on that woman’s good side still made her shudder, somebody had to document all of this. With a tap at her wrist, her mag began recording everything it could see.
The light that came from the recorder was like a flashbang, and one could forgive her for covering her eyes for a few seconds…thankfully, she wasn’t alone. “Hostiles detected!” Brigitta called out. “F-Factor readings spiking! I think they might be-“
Her partisan was already intercepting a claw that had aimed for her throat. “Dicahdr…” Sue said with a grunt. “Practically invisible in here.”
With a wide-arcing swing, the crimson light from her spear glinted among the insectoid armor that skittered within the darkness. She would have tried to track them by the glow of their eyes, but they simply moved too fast to rely on such a short window.
Thankfully, her skills as a Hunter meant she didn’t really need to be accurate, just close. She hated to contribute more destruction against what the draconians left behind, but she wasn’t dumb enough to be blinded by sentiment.
Her spear glowed, and waves of energy poured out from the tip, each slash of the weapon rending apart whatever was unfortunate enough to be in the way, furniture or falspawn. Dicahdr, so used to hunting the much slower draconians, couldn’t truly match the speed of an operative like her.
Luckily for them, they hadn’t come without help.
The first sign of things going wrong was when she felt something crash straight through her defenses, the shattered photons slowing it down just enough to prevent it from being fatal. She could feel the cut that landed on her arm, but it was her outfit that paid most of the price. Her sleeve fell to the floor, its sacrifice allowing her to catch sight of something that worried her.
The Dicahdr’s much more dangerous cousin, the Predicahdr.
Its claws looking more like scythes, they were well known for tearing through solid metal, let alone flesh. That she could still use her arm was a miracle, and she was thankful that she had retained just enough energy in her units to avoid losing it altogether. Still, the situation wasn’t entirely without hope, she could just exit the room…
Except, the sudden burst of photons had served to short out a good chunk of her equipment. The information that should have been pouring in about the room and its occupants had grown fuzzy, and she could no longer make sense of where she had come from.
She had no choice but to fight, otherwise they would surround her.
While the injury slowed her down, she could still go wide with her weapon in order to make up for the loss in speed, and she was met with satisfying thumps as Dicahdr began falling to her sweeps. She could faintly hear Brigitta calling out for a retreat, but a lucky strike from her left managed to short out her communications equipment. All she had left was her mag, and with a metallic crack, it seemed they had deprived her of even that.
The light of her partisan managed to give her a split-second warning of the oncoming blades, and she was barely able to raise it in time to fend off the Predicahdr’s strike. And as metal met carapace, her heart skipped a beat at the sound of groaning metal.
The shaft of the weapon broke, and she saw the head of the spear bounce off of the ground with a crimson spark before it faded. She could still attempt to strike with the broken shaft, but at what? She couldn’t see their eyes, and the glow wasn’t strong enough to give their location away.
Logically, she should have simply perished right then and there. The falspawn should have torn into her, devouring whatever photons were left and moving on to their next kill.
But she knew what was coming next, as this wasn’t her first time against insectoid falspawn. Refusing to go down without a fight, she began swinging any limb that she could, putting on her best Fighter impersonation towards her invisible assailants, but it proved to be ineffectual. However many Dicahdrs remained, the answer was ‘Enough’.
Claws came from the darkness, but they had no interest in carving her apart. They reached out and grasped at her chest, roughly groping her as another set took what was left of her weapon. Before she could try to fight them off, more claws latched on to her arms, holding them away from whichever creature had gone for her breasts.
Unsatisfied with what they were feeling, the claws ripped away at her outfit like it was made of paper, displaying her chest like a trophy as the pieces of fabric vanished to parts unknown. They didn’t have to take long to remove her lower garments- the lack of material only requiring the clipping of a few straps -but she attempted to kick at the creature regardless, only providing them an easy way to grab on to her leg.
And as she felt herself lifted up, she thrashed within the grip of the falspawn, hoping that she could reclaim one of her limbs…But the Dicahdr had been designed to hunt Amduskians. An Arks operative, while strong, couldn’t match one to any degree of strength.
She was rapidly lowered on to a Dicahdr that had situated itself beneath her, and she let out an enraged scream as she felt it penetrate her. It was a small mercy that their genitalia were soft and fleshy rather than matching their carapace, but she wasn’t feeling all that grateful for the distinction at present…
…Right up until another one was roughly shoved into her ass, the creatures bending her over without difficulty. The more she attempted to pull out of their grasp, the more they twitched and clicked from the shadows, enjoying her struggles as much as her flesh.
A lesser-known fact about falspawn semen is that it carries a potent amount of their corrupted photons within them, a fact that she knew would lead to involuntarily enjoying the treatment from the monsters. She had to get free of them, had to-
Her struggles stopped as the long blade of the Predicahdr was held to her throat. The creature’s yellow eyes gleamed from before her, and the malevolent clicking implied that it wasn’t interested in any further action on her part.
The sudden stillness allowed the others to tighten their hold, and she felt them growing bigger inside of her from the burst of fear that followed. She had no ability to stop them from finishing, and she could feel the dark liquid settle as they paused.
It was already starting to affect her.
Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire. She needed to act, to move, to stab slash and kill, but her assailants already had ideas on how to occupy her. Another pair of Dicahdr took their places, and began thrusting anew as she did her best to remain still, the blades still precariously close to her flesh…
But the proximity of so many falspawn, coupled with the F-Factor seeping into her body, was starting to make her twitch. Even with the threat at hand, she couldn’t quite keep herself still. She had to do something, the lack of action was driving her crazy!
And with another blast of F-Factor loaded semen into her body, it only grew worse. She was grinding her teeth now, anything to keep herself occupied as each group took their turn. The Predicahdr seemed to be enjoying her discomfort, as any attempt at movement, no matter how benign or helpful, would cause it to start clicking its mandibles and shift its blades. The command was unmistakable, but she was growing steadily uncaring at what would happen to her if she didn’t follow.
Finally, just as she was ready to throw whatever scraps of reasoning she still had left to the wind, the blades were removed from her throat. Letting out a husky grunt, she began thrusting herself into the creatures, driving their organs deeper into herself. The Predicahdr took several steps forward, an organ of its own descending down towards her face as it raised one of its scythes.
But it had no time to try and threaten her again, as Sue had already started sucking it down of her own accord. The creature seemed surprised for a moment, but it began matching the bobbing of her head with gyrations of its own.
No matter how much she moved, nor how much she consumed, the fire inside her demanded more. Her hands were starting to hurt from clenching at the lack of release, as her body seemed to be unable to finish of its own accord. She screamed at her attackers from around the base of the Predicahdr’s cock, demanding that they allow her to cum in a dialect composed of gurgles and pops. The monsters seemed to find that amusing, if the clicking they let out in response was to be believed.
But there were limits to even their cruelty, and the Dicahdrs began to let out a strange sort of buzzing from within themselves. The vibrations nearly caused her to choke, as the attempt to gasp from around the Predicahdr’s cock only sucked it in deeper. The creature let out one last amused click before it joined in, the sound seeming to flow from its cock as easily as its seed.
And at last, her body climaxed.
It felt as if the universe around her had started to unravel, and it was only the continued grip of the Dicahdrs that kept her from crashing down upon the one beneath her. The Predicahdr had disengaged, and it took a serious effort on her part to remember that she needed to breath.
The effects of her orgasm seemed to appease the demands of the F-Factor, as she could only feel exhausted rather than the rage and violation that she should have been experiencing. However, she would have plenty more chances for her mind to find a suitable response, as the falspawn weren’t done with her.
As her body struck the floor with an undignified thump, Sue belatedly realized that the creatures had started to drag her off. She made a half-hearted attempt to grasp the corner of a nearby table, but the creatures were as impressed with that as she was. A rough tug was all it took to pull her away, and the exhaustion settled in even deeper from the expense of energy.
With the fire having gone dormant, there was only one thing left that Sue could do. She blacked out.
~~~
Sue awoke to the sound of buzzing, the tones setting her blood alight once again. The creatures seemed to be able to interface with their prey through the noises, though the rising feelings of going berserk were putting the revelations in an unimportant corner of her mind.
What she did pay attention to was the feeling of slime coating her body like sweat, and she discovered that the creatures had placed her at the heart of a strange blackish-brown substance, the material having locked her limbs beyond any hope of movement.
Only her legs were free, though she couldn’t fathom the reason through the haze. The room was brighter than where she had been attacked, as an ominous red light made the room appear as demonic as the draconians had labeled them. Bits and pieces of draconian architecture and furniture were submerged in the piles of falspawn gunk, and an attempt at craning her head brought attention to a strange looking basin that was positioned just beneath her crotch, though she couldn’t tell if it was intentional.
She could see several Dicahdr idling around the room, though one seemed to have fixated itself on her. It positioned herself between her legs, reaching out with its claws to grope at her chest…
…And was picked up by the Predicahdr that materialized behind it, the insect thrashing about as its much larger master let out its best impression of a snarl. ‘Mine’ appeared to be the message, and the offending creature was thrown across the room, landing in a large pile of gunk with a gurgling hiss.
With the matter of its dominance settled, the Predicahdr took up the position that its lesser had held, the blades folding back into its carapace as it reached out to take a good handful of a breast. The squeeze that followed was surprisingly gentle, and she couldn’t suppress a moan at the sensation. Satisfied that she was still sensitive, its hands began to descend her body, sending a shiver through her spine as the long claws drew a line down her hips.
They finally settled around her waist, giving her an experimental tug before its cock began to extend. It looked…different, this time, though Sue couldn’t call herself an expert at falspawn biology, the phallic protrusion looked far more tube-like than last time…
The small bit of sanity she had left realized that it wasn’t a normal phallus as it began to position itself. Whatever feelings of gratification that had begun to build were washed away by the cold feeling of pure terror, as she realized that it was an ovipositor. With a panicked yell, Sue began thrashing at the monster with her legs, hoping to land a good kick to its lower organs to stop it from trying to lay eggs…but once again, her actions were for naught.
Looking at the offending limbs with annoyance, the Predicahdr simply grabbed both of them by the calves, and pushed her legs up towards her head. The stretching caused her to let out a grunt of pain, though she was no stranger to body contortion. Crimson gunk flowed from where her arms had been sealed, bonding her legs up against her shoulders. The newfound pressure caused her breasts to press outwards, and the insect gave them a much rougher squeeze in chastisement for her resistance.
Without any further means of moving, she could only let out a cry of anguish as the Predicahdr entered her. With a trill of pleasure, it began thrusting wildly, its mandibles clicking with each movement of the organ within her. Her cries quickly shifted into pants, and those still further into breathless gasps as she felt it engorging with each passing moment.
The F-Factor didn’t seem all that interested in driving her berserk this time, thrumming along in tune with each sharp note from the Predicahdr. She felt a sense of anticipation, her body demanding the release of the monster’s eggs with every thrust. It attempted to clench down onto the ovipositor, as if her body could somehow hold it in place as the creature moved even faster.
As the creature became a blur for a few tense seconds, it stopped abruptly, and the final note of its mating-song caused her to tighten as much as she physically could. She could feel the rough texture rub at her insides, the round form moving forwards as if it belonged there…the first egg had entered her womb.
And as if a dam had burst, the rest of its brethren began to follow suit, egg after egg being pushed directly into her and finding a comfortable place to lie. Despite the drastic increases in the levels of F-Factor coursing through her system, she could only groan in contentment as they settled.
Having expected to swell up like a balloon, she felt a small sense of surprise at the lack of bloating as the Predicahdr simply pulled out, satisfied that its progeny was secure. It glanced directly into her eyes, tilting its head as it seemed to consider something, before tapping at the gunk that had secured her legs, allowing them to fall into a far more comfortable position, and earning a sigh of relief from its captive.
A sigh that turned to muffled indignance as more red gunk rose to surround her, sealing her mouth and forming a strange sort of bed under her body in order to keep her from losing the brood. She could still breath, but the loudest sound she could make was a pitiful hum through the fleshy material, and the Predicahdr seemed to have other things to do.
Just how long did it intend to keep her here?
~~~
The answer appeared to be two days, and Sue was growing delirious from lack of water.
To say nothing of the exertion that she had gone through, the systems meant to regulate body functions in alien locales had been ripped off in the scuffle that brought her here in the first place. The falspawn didn’t seem to care about her beyond her capacity to hold their eggs, the Dicahdr utterly ignoring her in any sense for fear of the Predicahdr’s wrath.
Noises didn’t work, and she was only expending needed resources the more she attempted to call for attention. The Predicahdr would occasionally run a claw down her stomach, letting out a soft trill at the valuable eggs contained within, but had otherwise left her as a depraved bit of scenery. They would occasionally vanish, and once or twice a creature had returned worse for the wear, but they didn’t seem to have any other luck with viable bodies.
After another few hours of contemplating self-suffocation, she felt a curious twinge within her body, and realized that the time had come.
The difference in activity was night and day, as Dicahdr began surrounding the nest in a defensive formation, even as the Predicahdr warped to her side. She couldn’t explain the sensations within her, and didn’t have the mental capacity to try. All she knew was that the eggs were ready to leave, and even her demise wouldn’t stop it.
After a solid minute of pressure, she felt the first egg slide out of her, landing within the basin with a wet plop. The basin, which had filled with falspawn mass, caught each egg that emerged from her softly, the eggs glistening within the crimson light.
And after the longest hour of her life, it was over. Her body was empty, and the F-Factor seemed to understand that she had no energy to direct in any direction, positive or negative. She couldn’t even fall asleep, the eerie hum of the Dicahdr keeping her from a final rest.
Such was her delirium that she couldn’t tell if the voice she was hearing was actually there, or just within her head. “It would seem that you accomplished your mission. Congratulations I suppose.”
The sound of metal heels squishing against the floor carried through the room, and it was only the sudden silence from the Dicahdr that hinted it was more than a mirage. “They appear to be healthy, so you didn’t choose a bad host…”
The blonde woman that entered her vision held no fear from the surrounding falspawn, though she was too delirious to understand the significance. She could only helplessly gaze on the newcomer, wondering if she was here to provide water.
With a strange coat and stranger protrusions from her head, it was the tinge of purple on her hair that held Sue’s attention. Even in the haze of pain, she could tell that whoever this woman was, she was beautiful. Perhaps she was here to put her out of her misery?
“…Tsk.” The unknown woman let out, the noise causing the Dicahdr to flee. The Predicahdr stood near the basin, but Sue couldn’t guess what it was attempting to do. “The condition of this woman is absolutely dreadful. Do you know nothing of living beings?”
The red gunk that had blocked her mouth fled in the presence of the woman’s hand, and the open end of a monomate was pushed into her mouth. Tilting her head manually, the woman ensured that the liquid poured down into her throat, leaving a soothing trail in its wake. With an unamused huff, the woman stared at the Predicahdr with annoyance. “Any longer, and you would have had to find a new bearer. Do you have nothing to say for yourself?”
The clacking that it shot back did not seem to be respectful, but it shrunk away in chastisement. Turning away from it, the woman shook her head in exasperation. “So close to being such a waste of life…Yes, I think a punishment is in order.”
The gunk that surrounded her began to recede, and despite the energy of the monomate, Sue didn’t have the strength to keep herself from falling to the floor. Her mind was still scrambled, believing that she would wake up at any moment to find a new batch of eggs, or that she hadn’t birthed her first clutch already. The Predicahdr let out an outraged shriek, clacking rapidly at the back of the blonde woman. “No, I think this is suitable, you would have lost her anyway with treatment like that. This way, you will learn to appreciate the ones that fall into your lap.”
A notion that it violently disagreed with, as its blades slid into place with a wet click. It charged at her, the blade aiming for her back with a rapid descent…
…Only to be stopped by a blade of her own, the odd bangles that had been attached to the woman’s waist having turned into a pair of elegant looking daggers. “It would seem that someone has forgotten their place.”
With a flick, the blades shattered the Predicahdr’s claws, and with a slash, its armor was left in jagged chunks. “I intended to let you try again, after you learned how to properly handle a woman, but I think an example for the others will be just as valuable.”
A wave of energy emanated from the daggers, and the Predicahdr was rent in half, dark photons moving towards the daggers like a magnet before dissipating. “I am Queen here, and none of you are to forget it.”
With the matter of rebellion settled, the woman- who Sue was just now realizing happened to be a Newman like herself -turned back towards her, the daggers returning to their place at her waist.
As she gently picked her up, the F-Factor inside of her began to agitate, her body heating up from the contact despite the cold of her coat. Either unknowing or uncaring of the effect she had on her dark-skinned passenger, the Queen ensured she was secure before they both vanished in a swirl of crimson photons.
Reappearing in some unknown part of the Dragon Altar, the Queen set her down on the stone floor, pulling out what appeared to be an Arks emergency beacon. “Someone like yourself should be more careful when hunting my falspawn. They have the desire for beauty within their very blood, and will try to take it at all costs.”
Staring down at her desecrated form, the Queen smiled. “That is twice you owe me now, and you know what they say about favors in triplicate. Take better care of yourself, or I may be forced to claim you myself.”
With her message delivered, the beacon was activated and placed down by her body. Shortly after, the Queen vanished within the dark photons once again, leaving Sue to try and make sense of her words.
Was it a threat? A warning? A promise? Sue couldn’t tell left from right at present, and she was sure it had to be the F-Factor that made the idea of seeing her again thrilling. But despite her best efforts, she just couldn’t remember where she had seen her before…
Regardless of the sounds of footsteps thundering down the hall towards her, her body needed a lot more than a lone monomate to repair itself. Between the birthing and the action that had followed, Sue couldn’t quite keep her eyes open any longer…
~~~
“She is lucky to be alive.”
Wiping away a particularly large glob of an as-of-yet unidentifiable substance from her scrubs, Filia gave the doctor she was working with an unimpressed look. “More draconian brutality? This would mark the eleventh case this month.”
“No, not draconian.” The doctor replied, stuffing bits of rubbery mass into various test tubes. “Falspawn. Her body has been on full-burn from all the F-Factor, to the point where it is nothing short of a miracle that it still functions at all.”
Tapping at the side of a data screen, he allowed Filia to examine what they had for a report. DNA strands that made no sense, an immense amount of protein, Bits of dark mass that had found their way inside of her…She paled as the pieces fell into place. “They used her as-“
“That will be quite enough.” The doctor said, his voice raised only far enough to drown out her conclusion. “We have what we need for the report, the rest will be handled through the photon purge.”
Filia waited until the doctor had run off for Void before letting out an exasperated sigh. The science division had been rather interested in the medical reports going out as of late, asking for everything they could get away with, and more than a few that they really shouldn’t have been able to.
Draconian assaults seemed to be increasing daily, and she was slowly reaching her wits end. Sure, this wasn’t exactly a new thing for Arks, but the berserk draconians were proving to be such a pent-up bunch that she had been almost waist-deep in clearing out what they left behind.
Though, their latest patient seemed to have attracted an even worse problem. One that wasn’t as rare as she liked, but surviving it was certainly uncommon. Falspawn didn’t let go of anything they found suitable for nesting, whether it was alive or dead.
That Sue had been found in a high-traffic hall, beacon active and twitching from a near-lethally high level of F-Factor? It didn’t take a scientist from Void to see that she had clearly been dropped off.
The why was the stickler for her. Draconians would have just stuck around to ensure that she didn’t get attacked by anything else, and Arks would have dragged her up. Falspawn neither knew nor cared about how beacons worked…No, something else had ensured she was able to be rescued.
And as the purifying rays of the photon cleanser began to remove every last strand that the eggs she no longer carried had left behind, Filia considered whether it would be better not to know the answer…
~~~
With a wet thunk, a Sadeenian slowly slid down the wall after impact, one of his head-tails currently rolling towards the open doorway.
“I won’t ask again.” The blonde Queen stated, one of her daggers currently drawing a slow line of blood from the neck of a draconian operator. “Hand over the cube, and we get to forget any of this ever happened.”
Stubbornness and bravery only went so far, and for the rather slim draconian at her mercy, it didn’t take long for them to decide that they weren’t ready for death just yet. Moving their hands as best they could, a datacube materialized atop of their station, which the blonde plucked away before they could get any ideas. “As you were.”
As the room faded away thanks to a warp, the Queen held her prize close to her heart. Her soldiers, ever the singleminded simpletons they had been bred to be, had never considered that there were cameras. Not that she particularly cared if the lizards saw her minions fighting and fucking, but it meant that someone had a copy of her little act of kindness.
And the events leading up to it. She smiled to herself, thinking of the rather unfortunate operative that couldn’t seem to stay away. She was just the right blend of righteous and heroic, which led her to charge into situations without stopping to think of the consequences to herself.
Bringing up the images from the cube for a short moment, and listening to the berserk moans after she had been disarmed, the Queen knew that the next time they met, it would either be as an enemy…
Or as a consort.