The tigers hunt the wolf

The night air over the remote Orchis staging ground in the Canadian Rockies was bitterly cold, but the four blue queens felt only heat.

They arrived through a Krakoa portal in the nearest town and took on disguises that allowed them to travel unnoticed using local transit. To witnesses, the quartet appeared like country skiers heading to their favourite resort, minus their gear. Their disguises and lack of payment raised no suspicion. Emma’s telepathic abilities, unlike Mystique’s shape-shifting, effectively masked their true identities. Once their disguises were close enough, they continued on foot to reach their destination.

At which point, they dropped the disguises.

Mystique led them, towering nearly eight and a half feet tall, with her ocean-blue skin shining under the moonlight. Her crimson hair flowed down her muscular back like a war banner. To her left, Irene walked, equally tall, with yellow eyes that glowed with endless foresight. Selene Gallio, the Black Priestess, was just as imposing, with violet-tinted blue skin, almost humming from stolen life ****. To her right was Emma Frost, graceful and deadly, her new blue form still retaining her icy, regal beauty.

Like true chameleons, they took on the colour and texture of the snow-laden forest around them, indistinguishable from the snow and trees they traversed until they stopped at a facility in the mountain range, just as her son had informed her.

“Three staging grounds,” Mystique purred, tasting the night air. “Thousands of little soldiers. Hundreds of beautiful new Sentinels. And all of them… ours.”

Irene’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “The commanders are in the central bunker. The Sentinels will activate in forty-seven minutes. We have perfect timing.”

Emma’s eyes flashed. “Shall I soften their minds first?”

Selene flexed her fingers, long talons extending. “Or should we simply begin the feast?”

Mystique’s grin was pure feral delight. “All of the above.”

They struck like four invisible ghosts. Using their shared shapeshifting powers to assume the appearance of the walls and buildings they slunk against. They wove and snuck their way around unseen by any of the guards there. Human or otherwise.

Emma proceeded first. She casually waved her hand, sending a telepathic suggestion that overwhelmed the perimeter guards. Dozens of armed soldiers abandoned their weapons and headed into a building, with Emma last to enter and locking the door behind her. Meanwhile, Mystique and Selene moved stealthily through the chaos like predators.

Mystique swiftly seized the first soldier who tried to sound the alarm. With a fluid motion, she unhinged her jaw, lifting the gasping man and engulfing his head and shoulders in a single smooth action. The wet, resonant gulp of her throat echoed across the snow as she swallowed him whole, his kicking legs disappearing between her lips. Her already large belly expanded outward noticeably, the shape of the struggling man visible beneath her taut blue skin. "Mmmh~” she moaned, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her accelerated metabolism began to break him down instantly.

Irene was precise and strategic. She anticipated each move with her foresight, avoiding bullets before they were even shot. She seized a squad leader from behind, her mouth opening impossibly wide as she consumed him headfirst while he still barked orders. Her stomach expanded noticeably as she swallowed, the man’s muffled screams echoing vividly inside her.

Selene was the most voracious. She waded into a group of technicians, grabbing two at once. Her ancient powers, now supercharged by the serum, let her drain their life **** even as she swallowed them. Their bodies shrivelled slightly before disappearing down her throat, adding their essence and mass directly to her own.

Emma resembled a fox in a henhouse, frenziedly devouring the guards she had enticed. In her frenzy, she lost control of the few remaining still and silent, and then she seized a pair of fleeing officers, forcing their faces into her heavy breasts before unhinging her jaw to swallow both at once, growing extra arms to complete the act. “Delicious,” she gasped between swallows. “Their fear is exquisite.”

The four queens surged through the base like deadly predators, catching soldiers unprepared and unable to react. Mystique used Emma's diamond-skin power to become immune to gunfire, causing bullets to bounce harmlessly off as she aggressively attacked her enemies. Selene drained the life **** from entire fireteams before consuming their withered bodies. Irene’s foresight enabled her to position herself optimally for each kill. Meanwhile, Emma used seamless telepathy to coordinate their movements, guiding prey into lethal traps.

By the time they reached the central command bunker, all four women were massively swollen. Their bellies were enormous, gurgling orbs that dragged across the ground, each packed with dozens of soldiers. The rapid digestion of the serum turned their prey into fuel, surging their bodies with new power and mass.

Mystique’s belly churned violently as she crushed the bunker door with one powerful hand. “Come out and play, little mice.”

Inside, the Orchis commanders stared in horror at the four blue goddesses, each now lumbering obese giantesses thanks to Orchis’s devoured comrades.

The feast continued.

Mystique took the lead commander, swallowing him slowly and sensually while making eye contact with the others. Selene claimed two at once, her throat stretching obscenely. Emma opened her mouth wide and shot out her tongue to snatch up a screaming commander and swallow him whole like a frog. Irene took it a step further, the inside of her mouth becoming a nest of tentacles that pulled the nearest commander towards her open maw, where all he saw were teeth before darkness.

When the last soldier disappeared down Mystique’s throat, the central control systems were already being torn apart by Selene’s raw strength. The Sentinel activation codes were overwritten. The staging grounds across the globe went dark.

The invasion was over before it truly began.

The four queens stood among the ruins, bellies still enormous but steadily shrinking as biomass was converted into raw power. They had each grown significantly — Mystique now towered close to twelve feet, her body a perfect blend of athletic power and fertile abundance. The others had swelled to match, their hips wider, breasts heavier, thighs thicker.

Panting with exertion and pleasure, they came together in the middle of the destroyed command center.

Mystique pulled Irene into a deep, hungry kiss, their massive bellies pressing together. Emma slid behind Mystique, hands roaming over her powerful back while Selene pressed in from the side, fangs grazing Mystique’s neck.

“Look at what we are,” Mystique growled between kisses, voice thick with lust. “Gods among insects.”

Irene moaned as Mystique’s hand slipped between her thighs. “I can see a thousand futures… and in all of them, we rule.”

Emma’s telepathy brushed against all their minds, flooding them with shared pleasure. “And the pleasure never stops…”

Selene laughed darkly, already suckling from Mystique’s neck like a love bite. “More. I want more.”

The four blue matriarchs lost themselves completely in each other — kissing, groping, grinding, feeding — while their bodies continued to process their feast. Their bodies are adapting and expanding. It would be some time before the four of them would be ready to return home.