Something needs to be done about the precinct.

The living room of the frat house reeked of sex and scented lube - which wasn't surprising, considering the new favorite and apparently only pastime of the frat members. Of course, after Natalya's alarming discovery, every member of the latex squad had pulled themselves out of or off another, wiped themselves more or less clean and now everyone was sitting where ever they found a decently clean spot.

"I still don't get why you had to pull me out of Allie... Darcy... whatever," Dawn groused. She'd been balls-deep in the two-headed, purple giantess, finally doing some active fucking for a change, much to the enjoyment of everyone involved, when Lynn had put a stop to the festivities. "What's so important about Natalya seeing that Mellows alien on a roof somewhere?"

"The fact that there were two of them, dingus." Toni had lost none of her mental faculties in the change, and had had the luck of climaxing into her twin's white pussy and thus wasn't addled by lust. At least not as much as some of the others. Trixie in particular twitched and groaned desperately where she had been set down on the sofa - the eternally horny, immobile fuckdoll would be unable to contribute anyways, so her frustrations ran higher than the others'. "That means she's, uhm, recruiting."

"Exactly. And that worries me - why is she doing it?" Lynn ran a glossy black hand through her hair. "Maybe I'm a hypocrite, I 'recruited' you guys, after all, but I'd rather know what Mellows is doing, seeing as he--she left the precinct. Natalya, you said they were moving towards the ocean, so back towards the precinct?"

Natalya only nodded, her left leg twitching lightly as Olena scratched the rubber doberman behind one ear. With Natalya's tongue lolling from her muzzle, talking would likely have been hazardous.

"So she's returning... home, then." Darcy was idly playing with one of the shafts jutting from the crotch she shared with Allie, leaning back against the wall they were leaning on. "Let's head out and check up on her if you're so worried."

"Right. Great idea. We only made it last time without anyone seeing us because it was literally the middle of the night and we took the back alleys. Now..." As if to give Lynn's argument more weight, a car roared past the frat house. "City's waking up. And I don't want to send Dawn alone--"

"What?! Why would you even get that idea?!" Dawn apparently didn't like the sound of that.

"I know you're usually busy with fucking..."

"... or getting fucked..."

"... aren't we all..."

"... but you're literally the only one in this room..."

"... that could pass as a normal human."

The rapid fire back and forth from Toni and Jackie had almost every head whip from one to the other and back. After they were done talking, identical shit-eating grins spread on each twin's face, one black, one white. They looked like two kids that were proud to have pulled off a fun trick. At least Dawn seemed mollified. Or she was simply stunned by the twin's newfound penchant for taking turns talking.

"Right. We still need a solution, girls. I'd rather not leave things alone an entire day. How exactly are we going to--"

"Why not make call to police, tovarish?" Olena had spent the breaks between intercourse sessions looking up Russian words she could use for her persona, using them with relish. Most of the other frat dolls didn't mind it all that much.

"I told you, drop the accent!" Lynn definitely minded. "And that's a stupid... huh."

A small group of second-generation drones, only just arrived from their frantic run to the hive in the early hours of the morning, was working to spread black goop over the hallway behind the bull pen, making the offensively hard and angular walls and floors disappear under shiny, bouncy rubber, crawling forwards inch by inch - until a sudden, harsh sound made all of them freeze mid-motion.

The memories of their past lives told them it was simply a ringing phone. The instincts of their new lives told them that it could spell doom for the hive.