Night will draw closer, and with it...

Lynn had no idea how long she'd been hanging on the wall, Irons throbbing angrily where he was squished against his former partner and between her tits. But the lustful stimulation paled against the furious anger filling the horsecock at what was happening - and the pulsing rage began to worm itself into Lynn as the hours passed. How dared these damn beasts try and take her city? The one she was sworn to protect? Even considering her role in this, Lynn had to fight to prevent the glossy latex monster's takeover. Especially conisdering her role in this!

Grinding her teeth in anger, Lynn pulled at the latex holding her - there was a little give, the vacuum left behind sucking and pulling at the cop and her cocoon, but nothing ripped or tore. Instead, the hardened goop seemed to grow tighter around Lynn, a tingling pressure just above her buttcheeks building as she writhed inside her smooth, rubbery prison. Her smooth, rubbery wardens, meanwhile, grew more and more agitated as their prey struggled and growled... inspiring their other prey to do the same.

Darcy's and Allie's growls where muted due to the goop covering their mouths, but their greater strength made even their much thicker cocoon groan and squeak as the rubber was stretched almost to the point of breaking. Almost. Neither Lynn nor the purple giantess could free themselves, but Lynn could feel something wriggle out from just above her ass and burrow into the latex behind her even as the cocoon grew ever tighter around her, bulging over her arms and tits as Lynn arched her back, trying desperately to break free.

Something was happening to her, something eerily similar to what had happened back in that alley - only this time, it didn't seem to be fuelled by lust and desire, but pure, burning anger. As the grinding of Lynn's teeth began to sound strangely metallic, the latex cop could only think about one thing: She was going to get out of this cocoon, and then she'd kick these things asses!

The way the Firstborn and her three cronies guarding them cowered lower to the ground and hissed angrily gave Lynn a feeling of grim satisfaction.

A prickling sensation at her fingertips made a feral grin spread on Lynn's face as she felt her finger begin to pierce her latex prison. Soon, she'd be able to--"Oooh no, preyling!" Suddenly, the Firstborn was on her, a vicelike grip on Lynn's jaw and that disconcerting, featureless dome right in front of her eyes as the alien thing snarled into the latex cop's face. "You won't get away, you're already becoming--"

"Not one of you monsters!" Lynn spat, twisting and forcing her face out of the Firstborn's grip - which left the latex monster flabbergasted. How had she been overpowered by mere prey?! "No way in fucking hell!"

Curling her fingers, the latex cop brought her arms together in a bear hug, claws tearing through the latex cocoon and contributing much to making the motion possible in the first place. The rest was done by Lynn's much more robust physique: the arms that were revealed as she tore free bulged with more than just lean muscle, ribbed structures running along her forearms as Lynn caught the Firstborn and squeezed the struggling alien tightly, Irons doing his best to bend around the alien thing's legs and hold them still - stiff as the horsecock was, it wasn't very successful. Using her newly grown tail for leverage, Lynn began to **** herself out of her former prison.

"Do sssomething!" Hissing and scratching, her own tail flailing and smacking into the walls and against Lynn's arms, the Firstborn spurred her younger sisters into action - they had been just as surprised as their elder, gaping at where Lynn climbed from the wall with a wild grin. "Ssstop herrr!"

But just as the glossy things began to dart forwards, muffled twin screams made their heads whip around to the side. Screams that turned into absolutely un-muffled, inarticulate bellows of pure rage with the thick, almost wet sound of latex tearing to shreds that heralded the newfound freedom of Darcy and Allie - and when Lynn threw a glance towards the twin-headed purple giantess, she nearly let go of the Firstborn in surprise.

Darcy and Allie weren't entirely purple anymore; from pitch-black fists, swirls of black travelled along her forearms, small tendrils reaching almost up to her shoulders. But that wasn't what had Lynn and all of the drones gaping in disbelief.

"You bitches are toast!" With a resounding slap, Darcy and Allie's fist slammed into her palm. And then, the sound repeated - as the purple slammed her second set of arms together with a savage snarl. "Imma bounce you around like rubber balls!"

"Not if I have something to say about it." All the hissing and yelling had of course been noticed; the titanic frame of the largest of the latex beasts filled the entrance to the chamber. "You will be hanging on that wall again in no time."

"Rrright," Darcy growled as Allie moved her head in a fruitless try to crack her neck - whatever they now possessed in place of bones simply didn't crack. "Ready for round two, ya big lump of latex?!"