How will the hunt go for the queen and her first- and secondborn?

The queen's firstborn was excited. Lying in wait in one of the offices just off the bull pen, the queen could hear a faint tap-squeak-tap-squeak echo from the vent she had entered the room from. The nervous tic reminded the queen of the time she and her firstborn had been human, when her firstborn had shown a similar behavior under stress, and just like back then, the queen wanted to reprimand her, to drill the importance of silence, of perfect stillness while hunting, into her firstborn but she could hear the last squad car finally arrive. It was too late - all the queen could do was focus on the coming ambush.

"Fuck. Emerson? Emerson!" Senior Officer Lenny Irvin shouted into the bull pen as he inched forwards over the shattered glass, avoiding the mangled remains of metal to the sides of where the door had been. The lights being off wasn't exactly reassuring, particularly as they wouldn't come on again. All they had where their flashlights and whatever light made it in from the street. "Sound off, man!"

Irvin and his partner Barney Collier had tried to radio the precinct several times on their way over - no answer. So they were understandably nervous; but if they expected actual danger or a misguided prank born of boredom, neither of them was quite sure. But now, with the doors to the precinct smashed to bits, the signs began to point to danger, and both drew their guns, safeties still on. If this was a prank - a really elaborate, ridiculously expensive and marvelously stupid prank - they didn't want to shoot any of their colleagues by accident. Still, the hair on the back of Irvin's neck stood on end; the shattered door, the deserted, dark precinct, only eerie silence filling the place... something was seriously wrong here.

"I ain't hearing shi--wait." Collier held up one broad, hairy hand, making Irvin stop in his tracks. "There's something... ya hear that?"

"No..." Straining his ears, Irvin tried and failed to pick up the sound Collier seemed to be hearing. At first. "What the...?"

An almost inaudible tap-squeak-tap-squeak, so quiet it was impossible to identify the source.

"Rats? Again?"

"Nah, don't sound right... 's not movin' either." For such a large man, Collier could move surprisingly silent as he moved deeper into the precinct. The hands around his weapon were tighter now, a weird smell in the air. "Almost like..."

Irvin followed, gun pointed to the ground, always ready to switch off the safety. To him, 'prank' was completely off the table as an explanation. Harris was the right guy for that of course, but he didn't have the patience to wait this long to spring the surprise. And Emerson was too straight-laced to go to such lengths for a prank. So what the fuck was going on here?

The answer came when they crept through the hallway running through the precinct behind the bull pen, and neither officer could have predicted it. Collier, however, had been ready for anything. As he and Irvin inched forwards in the light of their flashlights, a vent in the wall a little ways before them burst open without warning and a black, glossy shape burst forth, jumping towards them with preternatural speed and an excited, oddly human scream. Before Irvin had even gotten over his shock, Collier had already whipped up his gun and squeezed off a shot, hastily aimed and yet... it hit.

A loud shriek. The shape's leap turned into an uncontrolled tumble as it crashed into Collier, knocking him to the floor and sending his gun and flashlight flying as bright green, fluorescent blood sprayed through the air and into Irvin's face. The police officer jerked back in surprise, then remembered his training and started to turn around to help his partner and take care of whatever had hit him. But before he could even begin turning his head, two terribly similar shrieks echoed the attacker's and the wall behind him exploded, throwing Irvin forwards and into the file cabinet on the other side of the corridor.

The queen was in anguish. Her firstborn, her beautiful firstborn was in pain, hurt because of her own recklessness. But admonishing her firstborn for the mistake was not on the queen's mind - there was only room for the overwhelming desire to punish whoever had shot the younger latex being. Bursting through the wall into the corridor, she barely took notice of the broken bricks flying everywhere, bouncing of her smooth body, or the body she had thrown against the cabinets, denting the metal and sending his weapon flying down the hallway.

No, her focus was almost entirely on the burly, hairy bastard who had dared to hurt her firstborn - the latter lay against the wall further down the corridor, clutching her shoulder, a trail of bright green blood leading to where she was hunched, fluorescence oozing out between her hands, casting indistinct shadows. Her sister was scurrying towards her, giving the queen time to mete out punishment on the impudent preyling staring up at her, the green glow of her firstborn's blood casting her in an eerie light.

Collier stared at the thing towering over him in all its shiny, smooth, seductive glory - and felt himself growing hard despite the obvious danger he likely was in, despite himself. The sheer allure, the concentrated femininity of its curves, its lips, even the smooth, long dome of her head and the glossy tail swishing through the air behind her, slamming Irving against the cabinet once more as he started to rise... Collier was entirely unable to move, barely able to think, mouth open and cock twitching inside his pants.

With a sudden burst of speed, the queen shot forwards, pinning Collier to the ground with her full weight, massive, rubbery breasts sliding to the right and left of his body, making sure there was no getting away for him. He felt his shaft press into the firm, smooth surface of the alien thing's stomach, a mixture of terror and arousal making him dizzy. Eyes wide, Collier stared as the queen closed in, lips curling back into a smile that was somewhere between seductive and cruel, revealing metallic teeth - and dripping, viscous black fluid beginning to ooze from between them. For all of a second before the queen mashed her lips against her prey's, and Collier tasted rubber and licorice, eyes rolling back in his head as he began to drink, completely unable to resist the taste. Almost without conscious input, he dug his arms and fingers into the smooth, cool orbs of the thing's breasts pinning him to the floor as his hips began to buck.

Grim satisfaction filled the queen as the preyling under her drank and drank and drank. Soon, he would be one with the hive, like everyone did who dared enter the queen's domain, but this one, this uppity preyling that had the gall to hurt the firstborn, however reckless she was... he would receive very special treatment. The queen looked forward to see what this much of her black fluid would do to him. And, judging by the way the preyling sucked it down, humping against the queen's body, neither could he.

Finally, with the queen's reservoirs drained almost halfway, the preyling finally coughed and choked under her, making her pull her head back and move off the prey. He let his head roll sideways, spitting out a mouthful of black, the viscous fluid covering his chin as he lay and simply breathed, belly swollen with the queen's gift. But she barely cared - now that punishment was meted out, she had to help her firstborn. A swish of her tail was enough to let her secondborn know that she was to take the second preyling, still lying dazed on the floor, and prepare him as they had the others.

Crawling to her precious firstborn as the second preyling was being taken away, green fluorescence deepened the lines of sorrow and worry around the queens lips, and she saw that the flow of green blood had barely slowed, oozing out between black, smooth fingers. Whatever her body had in place of a heart ached at the expression around her firstborn's mouth - deep lines spoke of pain and embarassment, of shame at having disappointed her queen.

"M-my queen..." The firstborn's voice was strained, her tail twitching on the floor. "Mother..."

"Shh, my sweet. Let me help..." The queen couldn't tell how she knew, but the black goo was the answer.

Keeping it in her mouth, she swished it around until it grew thicker, more viscous, and then planted her lips around where the bullet of the prey's gun had struck after nudging her daughter's hand out of the way. Letting the goo spread out and over the wound, she began to cover it gently, her firstborn's pained whimpers making her tail twitch in sympathy. But soon, the wound was closed, no more fluorescent blood oozing out - though it still covered the firstborn's side and the queen's lips.

Collier felt like his body was burning up, cock pulsing and lurching as it strained against his pants. He'd never been this unbearably hard, back arching off the floor as his hands balled into fists so tight Collier's nails almost drew blood. Breathing heavily, body twisting to the side, Collier slammed his fist down - and could feel the granite floor crack under his knuckles. Eyes wide, mouth slack and dripping with black ooze, Collier stared at his hand until a powerful throb of almost painful pleasure wracked his body, making Collier grit his teeth as his body convulsed. His other fist came down, another spiderweb of cracks spreading.

"God... fuckin'... ghrnnh!" Groaning, Collier felt his uniform become tighter, chest heaving with deep breaths as the seams began to creak.

Intense lust had grabbed him, hips twitching as something thick and viscous began to drip from his impossibly hard cock. The turgid rod pulled at his pants, making them dig into his asscrack, at least until the seat of his slacks split open with a loud ripping sound. Collier felt his nipples dig into his uniform shirt, erect and pulsing with an erotic fire he'd never felt before, making him want to pinch and pull them - but it was all he could do to stay on all fours, fighting not to collapse into a mewling heap on the floor.

That is, until Collier felt a sudden cold begin to spread from his overstuffed belly, a stark contrast to the heat in his body. The unbridled arousal comsuming Collier's mind only grew more intense, and he could hear more seams begin to rip as his uniform grew tighter and tighter; particularly the chest of his shirt and the waist of his pants were uncomfortably snug, digging into his body until, with a loud ping, the buckle of his belt broke just as the creeping coolness reached Collier's crotch.

"HhhrraaAAAH!" With a guttural, lustful scream that rose in pitch as it grew louder, Collier reared up until he stood on his knees, arms tensed up at his sides.

Vaguely aware of the two glossy monsters watching him with detached intereset, Collier thrust his hips involuntarily, cock pulsing and straining as it tented his pants - and finally ripped part of them free, the fabric weakened from whatever was happening to the cop. Staring down between his rising pecs, nipples tenting his ripping shirt, Collier could see parts of his shaft through the tears in his pants. The skin was swollen, pulsing, an angry red color - but not at the base. There, the same glossy black of the alien beings' own skin began spreading along Collier's length.

"Fu-- the fuuugh..." His hands twitching and clawing at the air, Collier gasped and moaned in a smoky, husky timbre that decidedly did not sound like his own voice - but the cop had more important things to worry about. "Hnnnaagh~..."

For example the way two smooth, swelling orbs on his chest were beginning to tear his shirt apart, one single button right over his sternum fighting valiantly to keep it from flying open. These orbs, they looked like... but they couldn't be...? Bringing his shaking hands to his chest, fighting lustful spasms all the way, Collier ripped away the torn fabric with strong, hairless hands, and revealed two modest, impossibly firm breasts. Only they didn't remain so modest, swelling and creaking silently as Collier's cleavage began to darken, glossy blackness spreading over the cop's surging boobs. Grabbing them in disbelief, Collier could feel warm flesh give way to smooth, rubbery-cool latex under his palms, his fingers getting pushed apart as his breasts surged ever bigger. Of course, the sensation of his hands on the firm orbs only served to heighten Collier's arousal, making him grope and squeeze himself as he thrust his lurching, drooling cock into the air.

"Mnnhfuuuck~..." The sultry moan rising from his own throat actually made Collier hornier, eyes closing in bliss. "Nnnh..."

Bringing his right hand to his throbbing shaft, Collier began to stroke the smooth surface, his left still playing with his rubbery tits, flicking the deep black nipples, making himself gasp loudly. The coolness had consumed his chest fully and reached for his neck. While all throbbing in Collier's body stopped - the insane, irresistible lust threatening to drive him insane didn't. It only grew more acute, more demanding, as the smooth, black material spread down his arms and up his neck. Collier's hand was a blur on his shaft - it felt smooth and cool and large in his hand, bigger than it had ever felt before, a wide grin spreading on the cop's face even as he felt his lips plump up, the cool sensation having taken over his jaw and spreading upwards.

While it crept towards Collier's cheek, the furiously masturbating cop could feel his clothes becoming tighter once more, the jerking twitches of his smooth body making more rips and tears appear in his uniform. The fabric was in tatters, revealing smooth, shiny latex bulging with well-defined muscle, and Collier finally fully realized what was happening with his body - already quite bulky before, it was swelling and growing with every passing second, every stroke on his cock. The remains of his slacks hung from hips wider than his shoulders, only a few scraps of fabric hanging over muscular thighs, shirt long since reduced to little more than a vest with shreds of sleeves hanging from the shoulders.

Finally, Collier's lips cool and smooth, the cop felt the upper half of his face begin to bulge - nose, eyes, ears, all disappeared, melding into a smooth, featureless mask. But as Collier's eyelids fused, never to open again, he suddenly found himself able to see, even in the near-darkness of the hallway. At the same time, Collier felt a wiggling sensation just over the globular cheeks of his shiny rubber ass, a distinct tightness in four spots on his back - and the sensitivity of his squirting shaft seemingly increase tenfold.

"Nnhoooh~!" Doubling over, Collier slammed the hand that had been playing with his heaving chest down onto the floor again, the cop's right flying up and down his shaft as fast as it could. Ridges and rib-like structures formed on the shiny latex, becoming more pronounced with every stroke."Aahmnnh..."

The tightness on Collier's back exploded outwards, four pipe-like structures surging out together with what he dimly realized had to be a tail - the placement was right, and the stubby thing twitched and jerked as it grew, slapping against Collier's behind, until it was long enough to whip through the air, smacking into walls and filing cabinets. The flow of viscous fluid dripping from the tip of Collier's increasingly inhuman dick grew stronger together with the maddening lust consuming his mind, a pool forming on the ground between his knees.

Collier's tits, huge and firm and globular, pressed against his left arm, wobbling with the rapid movements of his right. The thick nipples, stiff and aching, demanded to be played with, to be suckled, pinched, pulled, but Collier's left hand only twitched and scrabbled over the cracked floor, fighting to keep the changing cop upright. He could feel his head stretch and pull backwards, growing longer and longer, knocking against the rubbery pipes on his back as Collier twitched with arousal and need. There was something on his shoulders, as well, weird, thick swells growing from his clavicle to his shoulderblades - but they barely registered in the lustful cacophony battering Collier's senses.

The queen and her firstborn had been watching the preyling turn, his muscles bulging together with his tits, body growing larger... The overdose of the queen's goo was doing marvelous things to the prey, robbing it of most of its maleness, making her strong and big, a powerful protector for the hive. It.. excited the queen to see her new servant coming along so nicely, particularly the massive, ribbed erection jutting out from between her legs; the queen's hand was between her legs, teasing and parting the sodden rubber pussy there.

The preyling moaned deeply as another burst of black goo shot from her tip, adding to the growing pool on the floor, tail slamming into a cabinet and denting the metal. Her head, thrown back as far as she could, pressing against the almost finished preyling's back, was not smooth like her sisters - a pronounced ridge ran back from the forehead, reaching until the rounded end of the elongated head, rib-like structures branching out from it to the left and right. These patterns of raised rubber where repeated on the new sister's shoulders and hips, reaching to her elbows or knees respectively. Whole body quivering, the soon-to-be sister's back arched, tail smacking against the floor hard, another powerful jet of goop splattering onto the floor as she shrieked with lust. And then another.

The new sister twitched and jerked, unloading one blast of goo after another, convulsing and screaming out her bliss, left arm shaking as she fought to stay upright, only to fail and collapse onto the floor, and the queen smiled. She knew that with the latex being's climax, her existence as a preyling had ended and she had been reborn as something more.

The warrioress rose. Her former name held no more importance to her, nor did her life up to this point - as was the case, she knew, for her newfound sisters and her queen. The latter stood before her new daughter, lips and chin still glowing faintly with the firstborn's blood. Remorse filled the warrioress at the sight, head lowered in shame even as she towered over the queen - for her last act before being inducted into the hive to be that... It pained the warrioress, even though it had been her old self that did it.

"Don't." Feeling the queen's smooth hand on her cheeck, the warrioress raised her head - and then her huge, powerful body jerked as she felt the queen's other hand on her jutting, drooling shaft, gently caressing every ridge, every rib. "You are born anew, my child. Now..."

The warrioress panted with need as she felt herself pulled closer to the sacred place between the queen's legs. To be honored like this, even though...

"Are you ready to serve your queen?"