Naah. Lynn just wants to talk!

"So, what are they saying?" Sam inched closer to where Lynn was tapping one shiny rubber finger against the phone at her ear. The pooltoy frat doll's air valve nipples were pressing into the rubber cops arm quite heavily, her pale blue, blow-up breasts creaking slightly.

"It's still ringing, airhead." Lynn flicked Sam's head playfully, the hollow, rubbery sound making the pool toy giggle as she retreated a few inches - enough to give the latex cop some room, but still their rubber bodies almost touched. "Y'know, I'll put it on speaker, then everyone can hear..."

What everyone heard was the phone ringing - no one was answering at the precinct. Yet. Maybe the two latex aliens hadn't returned from their little trip, or maybe...

"You have reached the non-emergency line of BCPD Precinct 23, Officer Mellows speaking." If the frat dolls hadn't known better, every last one of them would have thought they'd instead reached a sex hotline. When the being that had been Carl Mellows didn't scream or hiss at them, its husky, alluring voice alone was enough that everyone that wasn't perpetually hard anyways felt their cock harden despite the drawn-out orgy they had just broken off. "How can I help--"

"Shut it, Mellows, spare me the bullshit." Lynn interrupted her former colleague brusquely, earning a chuckle from Jackie, who obviously felt that this was the appropriate treatment for any cop, and particularly those turned into latex beasts. "What the hell is going on over there?!"

The Secondborn smiled. While the hive getting a call from outside was by no means good, Lynn and her entourage, that traitorous, heteroform circus of hers, were absolutely the best possible callers - someone who knew a little of what was going on, but not everything. A citizen trying to get help from the police would have been far more problematic. Still, the Queen had asked her beloved daughter to protect the hive, and thus the Secondborn would have to fight for the hive's survival. Not with talons, fangs and tail, but with cunning.

The fact that Lynn believed her lie that she was the Queen was a good start.

"Why, I'm trying not to get found, of course. Which, to be honest, your call is making rather hard..." Somehow, Mellows made her seductive smile audible over the phone. "I am out in the bull pen, and anyone that comes in here would get a ... surprise."

"Like how there's two of you?" Darcy's question was as harsh in tone as it was direct; much like Lynn, she didn't trust the latex alien. After all, it had been her eye that had been hit by a hooked tail when Mellows had fled. "What's that shit about?"

"..." The pause at the other end of the line was short, but unmistakably there. "I must be honest with you... I am no longer the only one like me. The patrol cars that came back... the officers attacked me, and I had to... defend myself. I obviously couldn't kill them, so I had to turn them. Surely you must agree that was the best course of action?"

"Great, there's... how many of these bitches now?" Allie muttered under her breath after some quick mental math that didn't go anywhere, only to squeak when Jackie flicked one of her rubbery nipples in an attempt to lighten the purple giantess' mood. The glare she received from both heads - and Lynn - made it obvious she was less than successful and had also drawn the ire of the latex cop.

"You could have ran. Not that they didn't deserve it, but..." Lynn pulled a face; her plans of turning the police of Bay Cove into her personal army of rubber sluts to keep the peace properly, without corruption, **** **** and stupid politics... now there was someone else like her, that could turn people into latex beings and didn't listen to her like the frat dolls did. This did throw several heavy-duty wrenches into her plans. "Listen, we need to lay low, at least until tomorrow night. By we, I mean you guys over there and me and the frat over here. If any... normal people see us, we'll end up in a lab somewhere, if we're lucky. You catch my drift?"

"Obviously. What do you think we have been doing? Me and my sisters have retreated into the basement, and there we'll stay until we find a way to... peacefully coexist." A low, breathy chuckle emanated from the phone. "Of course, the wreckage of your rather dynamic entry in the bull pen is anything but laying low. That'll be a bit of a headache when the day shift arrives..."

"Uh-huh..." Lynn gave Darcy and Allie a dark look. The purple giantess was proof that even if people listened to you, they still could screw up royally. "That purple oaf was a bit drunk on her strength."

"Still am! It's awesome, I could benchpress a--oof!" Allie's exuberant exclamation was cut short when Darcy slapped the back of the other head she was sharing a body with.

"Now that I think about it, how about me and my sisters do you a little favor and board up the entrance?" Mellows' voice dripped with honey. "With a nice little note that says something about an accident? That should help with the concerned citizens, at least."

"Would be a good start. And the day shift?"

"We already sent... e-mails to all of them, informing them about what happened - a pick-up truck crashing into the precinct, that is. As long as no one checks the basement really thoroughly, we should be safe until Monday at least."

"I'm actually impressed, Mellows. Should have known that you have a knack for covering your ass, with your... extracurriculars." Still, Lynn couldn't shake her general mistrust of her colleagues. Five years of their bullshit and shady side hustles did that to a girl, and even a new rubber body didn't change that. "By the way, what were you doing over here? Checking in on us?"

"Of course. Me and one of my sisters wanted to check in on our... cousins. But after our rather rough goodbye and the way your little guard dog was so scared of us, we thought it best to retreat."

"Right. Well, thanks for picking up the slack after Darcy and Allie's blunder, Mellows. One more thing, though..." Lynn leaned forwards, her chin almost touching the drooling tip of her ever-erect horsecock as her eyes narrowed. "We should meet tomorrow night, talk face to face. About what we'll do from here on out. What do you say?"

"Yes, but not in the precinct. Tomorrow, there are a few other guys scheduled, and unless you want us to get some new sisters..."

"Yeah. You can come meet us here. You lay low, we'll keep our heads down as well. Talk to you soon."

Without waiting for an answer, Lynn ended the call, leaning back and crossing her arms under her shiny, black tits. The multi-hued latex fraternity visibly relaxed, but before they could begin talking amongst themselves about what had happened, Lynn barked a single word.

"Bullshit!"

"Wha--why?" Dawn stared at the latex cop - Lynn hadn't looked this frustrated and angry since they had left the precinct in a hurry. "That went pretty well, didn't it?"

"At first glance, yes. But something doesn't add up in Mellows' story. Anyone else catch it?" Lynn let her gaze wander over the room, looking at each of her rubber sluts in turn.

"Yep." Toni leaned back against her sister's legs, who was sitting behind her on one of the armchairs in the living room. "How the fuck did they know where we are?"

"Exactly. They were out and about for some other reason. And I want to know what."