Black: King's Bishop's Pawn f6 X e5

The thing about the small swarms of Broodlings that were the main scouts of the Nest and the ones whom would attempt to capture or immobilize targets is they were very often not alone. Particularly when there appeared to be a small number of them, conveniently revealing themselves to an enemy that was on alert, and overly confident of their heavy armaments.

This was something the Brood Mother relished as it seemed a lesson that the humans had to be taught over and over again, regardless of any notion of 'experience' the divided minds of humanity seemed to associate with themselves.

As the females slowly advanced down a hallway, the rear section felt a sudden gust of humid air from behind them and to their sides. Before they had even time to ponder this, a veritable wave of Broodlings swarmed them from a series of vents that had been covered with spare deck plating before the ship landed. The squad had walked right into the 'kill' zone. Without any chance to react, the 4 women cried out in panic as they were all quickly pushed to the ground and pinned in place by the broodlings as the swarm washed over them, most still focused on the remaining armed women.

The Broodlings had caught the squad so off guard, they managed to advance practically unopposed to the squad leaders section before one of the females turned around in surprise and opened fire, managing to down a couple of Broodlings... that were quickly trampled by their brethren as the wave advanced and overtook the section.

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The squad leader, a raven haired woman with rosy skin and a runner's build who went simply by her first name of Veronica, quickly toppled to her hands and knees, weapon clattering uselessly to the ground as a broodling slammed into her backside. The next few seconds were a blur, all she could see was feet, legs, skin, and chitin as she and her assailant were jostled about, the chittering of the Hive overpowering even the sound of gunfire up ahead as it surged forward. Eventually the rush of alien bodies subsided and she was left struggling to keep her shoulders from being pushed down by the Broodling that was now moving to mount her.

As she looked to either side she saw the rest of her section in much the same predicament. The trooper that had managed to get a shot off to her right had been pushed onto her back and was currently fighting a losing battle to keep her legs together, her arms held firmly just above her head that she was shaking left and right as she struggled, her knees slowly being pushed back to either side of her midsection and forcibly spread flat against the floor. Meanwhile to Veronica's left, one trooper was now in much the same position as herself while the last one had been wedged up against the wall, the broodling slamming her legs into a right angle up against the wall and floor as it wedged itself in between to claim it's prize.

Stealing a glance behind her, she saw her assailant lick it's lips as two tentacles gripped her heavy battle skirt and pulled it up and over her waist, letting it bunch up and fall to hang around her stomach. Veronica now regretted all the joking they had had about what was 'under' their skirts as she knew her completely nude rear was exposed and judging from the grunts and moaning from the section guarding the rear she was fairly certain what came ne-

"Uhhhhhn!" Veronica grunted, barely biting down on her lip to keep it from turning it into a yell as she felt the Broodling slam home into her cunny, it's hips slamming into hers causing her to jolt forward and lose her balance. Veronica's upper body hit the floor as she was pushed down, her face now turned to the right in time to see the trooper on her back yell out in anguish as her Broodling slammed home just then. She could hear off to her left the similar cries of her compatriots being ravaged.

As the broodling pulled back and started thrusting into her in earnest, she noticed that there was no more gunfire... and what took it's place was the sounds of excited chittering and ineffectual struggling and grunting. Veronica was **** to lay there on her knees with her face pressed down and watch the only trooper that had even bothered to notice what was coming for them get punished just like the rest of her squad. They would all face this as they had their previous battles... together.

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There was no finesse to the Broodling's thrusting, they pushed into the women fast and hard, only concerned with propagating the Hive's reach throughout the universe. One by one, they restrained their breeders more tightly, their chitters and other noises becoming louder and more excited, before they finally plunged deep into their breeder and flooded their wombs.

While in other circumstances they might have gone for another round or six, the Brood Mother was growing increasingly concerned with the overwhelming numbers that had been brought to bear against them and needed all Hive Spawn capable of combat to render their assistance to the effort.

When each broodling was done with it's new breeder, it stepped aside and aided a Grub in securing the literal future of the Hive for transport back to the Nest.

They still had hunting to do.

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