Black: Queen's Pawn d5 x e4

The squad was green. The three fireteams were mostly girls right out of training and in assignment. The thought being that being in a quiet front on garrison duty would be a way to ease them in to front line duties. Of course, the Amazon Brigade had always been a group of wild and rowdy girls, so taking them -away- from an active front had built up with discipline problems. But, that was a complaint from the dawn of time and drilling troops to any sort of coherent group.

Mara would do a quick check of the humidity, "Just like being in the jungle. Swimming, all alone and just wondering if someone was watching.." Emelie would snap out a quick correction. "Eyes in front, Soldier."

Unfortunately for Mara's ability to pay attention, right in front of Mara was Emelie's rather shapely rear, filling out even in the armor that the woman had on. Mara shook her head, trying to clear it while trying to avoid thinking of just what it would be like over with Mara at that jungle lake while she would lick her lips, a light clicking comiing over the comm.

Deidre would lightly correct Mara, "Attention, soldier." To a fire team leader, having someone else correct her was embarrassing. Beneath her helmet Mara's face would turn red. Hatch open, muggy interior would lead to each team breeching. One fireteam, sweeping ahead to cover, second team leapfrogging in while first would take overwatch, then the third. It was a little too textbook. The soldiers did it pure off of drill rather than quickly adjusting to the parameters.

Deidre would definitely have to go over it later. She almost didn't notice it when the hatch would click shut behind them. "Whaa?" It wasn't supposed to do that.

Emelie would call out, "Get it open." Mara would quickly shift over. Automatically, the other two members of her team would turn to watch, guns pointed to the side rather than in the room.. The other two girls in Deidre's fireteam doing so as well automatically at the isntruction. Deidre would immediately go to open her mouth to correct..

When there would be a YANK over as something would yank Mara up to the ceiling, "YEEP!" She would call out, dropping her weapon down in surprise as her helmet would pop off. The petite girl surprised at having something grab her. The other four watching soldiers automatically pointing their gunlights upwards.. Catching a group of broodlings hanging down from the ceiling! Unable to fire with Mara in the way.

Emelie would yell out, "Bugs! Defensive positions!" But already half the squad was distracted, Mara was disarmed.. Deidre would go to yell as well as she would be suddenly tackled by another broodling! Ichor'y tendrils and claws would go to snap her arms behind her back, restraining her at her wrists as her helmet would pop off, it yanking at her poinytail to pull her head back, chest out.

Up above, Mara would be popped out of her armor as it would clatter down towards the floor, "Help!" She would yell, wriggling while she was restrainted by the overly aggressive Broodling. Her eyes wide with fear - they had heard too many stories about what the aliens did.. her mouth going to pop open to yell when something was -stuffed- between her lips, Mara's gag reflex kicking in and automatically going to start sucking.

On the ground, Deidre's derriere would have her armored bottoms popped down, her yelping over as her ass would pump out, her wriggling over and thrashing in abandon as the long, almpst prehenstile penis would penetrate her pucker. Leting out a groan of fear and pleasure.. Amazon tradition having challenges of strength where teh loser would be sodomized, an almost instinctive sensation of sensation from being buttfucked, her ass pumping up and over to it as her hair was yanked, Deidre letting out a loud moan. That was enough to have the rest of the squad yelling in surprise.

Emelie would yell, "Command, confirm alien presence! Squad under attack at airlock! Squad under attack. Ship is infested!" Even as more of the Broodlings would swarm her - these ones smaller, each about up to her waist so at close quarters it was hard to hit them. She would have her gun wrenched away from her, her arms pinned to her sides, and her armor being yanked off. Helmet going to the floor, revealing dark, flushed skin as she would struggle.

The bugs going to attack the curvy Sergeant, one going to latch suction cups onto her breasts, a second going to stuff her face, a third going to ramrod her rock hard rump and go to take out her nethers. Her cries would turn to moans over as the comm signal would cut off.

The squad being reamed out, stripped, and carried deeper into the ship towards the Brood's lair for proper treatment. The rushing reinforcements arriving to find discarded armor, weapons, and wet fluids everywhere.

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