Two words: Recruitment drive.

Natalya panted as she dashed up the tilted tunnel that had once been the stairs to the basement, tongue lolling from her muzzle. When the purple giantess' scream had echoed up to her, the dog morph's first instinct had been to bolt, to run and never look back. Lynn had even told her as much. More or less. But... she suddenly felt unable to just leave her friends behind. Some deep, unbreakably loyal part of her simply couldn't.

So she had crept into the basement, following the sounds of struggle until she heard a voice like full-bodied, sweet wine and stopped in fear - and the more the voice had talked, the more that fear had grown. These things, they... they wanted to take over the city! And they had caught Lynn, Darcy and Allie! What were they gonna do?!

"Okay, that fucking..."

"...sucks donkey balls."

When Dawn and Natalya returned, sans Lynn and a certain purple giantess, but avec very bad news, the customary frat orgy had ground to a screeching halt. Now, the twins, Henrietta, Olena, Trixie, Sheila, Dawn and Sam sat in the thoroughly soiled living room and tried to think up a plan. The dick-tongued pledge, now named Nikki, had also joined, although she could contribute about as much as the immobile Trixie - the ever-erect shaft pulling her lips into a lewd 'o'-shape prevented her from speaking.

"So, let's summarize: Our leader and our heaviest hitter are captured by what turns out are in fact enemy forces." Sheila, when not fucked silly by two feet of horsecock, had a take-charge attitude, it seemed.

"Leave it to our resident...

"...paintball pro to sum..."

"...things up like we're in the army!"

"Uh, speaking of which, why don't we call them?" Sam wobbled a little in place, trying hard to sit still and failing. "You know, let people with guns and training take care of this?"

"Right. 'Hello, Mr General, Sir? There are shiny latex monsters in some precinct in Bay Cove that are going to conquer the city. We need you to stop them!' They'll immediately send the National Guard and save us!" Sarcasm dripped from every word as Olena spoke.

"Really, you think?" Sam beamed, happy to have contributed something.

"No, you airhead!"

"Oh..."

"Yeah, they're going to think it's a prank call..." Dawn pouted, feeling rather down about not being able to help Lynn and the purple giantess. "What do we do? There's twice as many of them than us!"

The smile spreading on Sheila's face was positively wicked as she put her elbows onto her knees and steepled her hands together in front of her face, an almost manic glint in her eyes.

"Then it's time we levelled the playing field, don't you think?"

"How are you feeling, preyling?" Lynn hung suspended from a wall in a chamber right next to the center of the hive, Darcy and Allie next to her, only both of the giantess' heads were gagged after she had started cursing up a storm once she'd come to. She was also covered into much more goop than Lynn, her sheer strength forcing the glossy latex monsters to expend more than twice of the stuff than on the latex cop. "It will be over soon, don't worry. Then you'll be part of the hive..."

The alien being the Queen called her Firstborn was pacing the smooth, shiny floor in front of them on all fours, seemingly keeping watch on Lynn, Darcy and Allie. After the hive had hung them both onto the wall, the huge one had ****-fed them some of the goop that the hive members secreted from their mouths; Lynn had been too in the dumps to even struggle, but both Darcy and Allie had spit and cussed and even tried to bite the large monster man-handling them... not that it had made their fight successful. And now, the glossy monsters that weren't at work expanding the hive seemed to be waiting for something to happen. To Lynn, Darcy and Allie.