Amber's Homecoming

Mission Time: 1350, March 12th, 2154

Location: Lucy's Lament Colonial Housing

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Finding her way home had been no issue, but stopping herself from getting right to work had been. The Colony was in a state of panic as people disappeared left and right, leaving behind a trail of destruction in broken rooms, busted vents, torn clothing, and stories of screams and struggles and sightings of terrible, horrible things. Amber wandered into the Colonial Housing area in a hospital gown, the only thing she could find to clothe herself. She supposed that was fine. Her belly was swelling with seed again, and the loose fitting gown not only masked the bulge of her abdomen, it also allowed for easy access when she flipped it up.

There was nothing stopping her when she walked in. The Security Team had all been captured. Anyone that would oppose the Masters was subdued, and the Masters had gathered a massive selection of brood mothers to continue on with their procreation. Now it was her turn.

She went back to her room, to the busted vents and missing grates, and sat down on the couch. Why would she have wanted this life for herself in the first place? That was behind her now. Now she was... Theirs. Of them. Part of them. She felt in every way that she was Progenitor, but did not know what they understood of such concepts of individuality or collectivism. All she knew for certain was the aching, burning need to spread her kind not just in the Colony, but in the vastness of space, to the stars and other worlds.

Then what was she doing?

She lost the hospital gown she'd used to not get noticed on her way to housing and stepped out into the corridor. Her naked form was smooth and outlined by the soft white glow of overhead emergency lighting. The curve of her hips and breasts, the smooth downward curve of her sex below the mound of her slowly bulging belly.

Something protruded ever so slightly from between the lips of her pussy. Then it retracted.

She sauntered down the hall, the pressure on her pelvis working to exaggerate to sway of her hips.

She went door to door, opening them manually because of the failures in the primary power. The first room was empty. The second room had a man sleeping on the couch with a large tool laying across his chest as if he were worried about something coming in to get him.

The third room, to her elation, had three women in it. Two were asleep. One was standing... Sitting... Watch from the vantage of the couch. They had blocked up the vents and had a desk pushed up to the sliding door.

"Let me in." Amber whispered to the wide eyed surprise of the girl on the couch. "I need somewhere to hide..."