Metallic Ambition

by GadenKerensky

Summary:

ABYT has been slowly growing her Cluster, conducting raids on the various Polter Corporation Stations for new blood and supplies, and gifts to hand off to the other Queens in Jupiter Space.

But now, now she feels ready to go after a larger, juicier prize, one that will become the crown jewel of her cluster. The Siege of Salt Lake Station is about to begin.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Copyright 2025 ©️ Gaden Kerensky All Rights Reserved. Do not use for AI.

 

ABYT studied the intelligence gathered by her handful of Growler types. She had few of them, compared to other Queens, enough to count on both hands with fingers to spare. But they were still enough to gather vital intelligence, allowing her to slowly take over the rest of the Polter Corporation Stations, though some she handed off to other Queens in the Jupiter system, both as appeasement to keep them from bothering her, as she quickly learned there were far stronger Queens in the Jupiter system than herself, and because multiple stations made it difficult to manage her Cluster. Even if communications and management was not the problem, distance was not surmountable even with the blessed perfection of the Machina. It was easier to keep things simple, ABYT retaining only a handful of stations, three of them plus Amalthea. And she chose the largest of the stations she kept as her new primary Hive.

Right now, however, the intelligence she was examining was not a simple ore processing station.

No, she was looking at a much juicier prize, one that would really make her a Queen. A city station. Maybe not the biggest. Maybe not the most populous. Less so than her former home of Ypres. But more than enough to really cement her position. A proper home for her Cluster, and so many poor humans in desperate need of ascension.

Salt Lake Station.

She examined the blueprints like a holographic projection in her mind, her most trusted Machina assisting her over the cluster, a meeting of consciousnesses in a digital hive mind.

[There are surprisingly few vulnerabilities] Markha remarked, the former UOF garrison commander on Ypres, now one of ABYT’s close tacticians. [Nothing we cannot shut off, naturally, but there are a number of hardened shelters towards the centre of the station. Plenty of avenues of defence. And with a number of UOF battalions falling back here, they’ve got the numbers to hold it.]

[And we have only two hundred combat-oriented Machina at our disposal] Gina, the former REPAIR agent, added. She had completely shed her loyalties, much like Markha had, and seen the truth of the terrible lives humans lived. Less from their physical inferiority, but from the yokes they did not realise they had, the shackles binding them to indifferent masters who traded their lives like a currency… or even things of lesser value. Slaving away beneath corporate rulers who really held the reigns of the Government that supposedly ‘served the people’.

The Machina were above such crude and dismal civilisation. ABYT intended to free as many humans as possible so they could join the Machina in the same blissful evolution.

Of course, she was going to have plenty of fun with it.

[What is the likelihood of REPAIR Agents being present?] ABYT inquired.

[Impossible to say for sure] Gina answered. [I’ve run the calculations, naturally, but REPAIR and the UOF are getting better at masking information from us. I anticipate a 13.454 percent chance that there may be a squad of Agents present; Salt Lake Station’s strategic importance isn’t such REPAIR would prioritise resources on it when more pressing fronts are in the theatre. However, the station has proved to be something of an impromptu fall-back position, hence the moderate concentration of UOF forces that have not really diminished or increased, even as forces rotate. Thus, it is not so strategically worthless that REPAIR wouldn’t attach an Agent Squad to the UOF forces there to bolster their defence. It really depends on whether REPAIR has shifted to a defense-oriented strategy, and at the time I was an Agent, REPAIR was focused on surgical strikes and intelligence gathering.]

ABYT couldn’t help feeling a bit of lusty pride for Gina; it was something of a prize to corrupt a REPAIR Agent among Machina, and ABYT could never think about Gina without recalling the corruption; breaking down her RM, making it overload and turn against her, making her spill her cum, hazardous as it was, and finally swallowing the helpless agent with ABYT’s great tail maw.

Since then, Gina had proven to be a wonderful, slutty Machina, already having corrupted several humans personally.

ABYT fantasised about that whilst continuing with the discussion.

[A Squad could be a problem. I’m not that versed in fighting them] ABYT admitted.

[You succeeded against me] Gina reminded. [You’re getting horny about it right now~]

[Indeed, but a Squad could still prove to be dangerous enough. I’d rather not have my subjects join the Main Cluster, slumbering until rebirth. It may be generations before that happens.]

[I would not recommend underestimating UOF forces present. Their weapons are being improved all the time] Markha interjected. [And they’ll put up a desperate defence. We may still have losses.]

It was a sombre thought, but they all understood it was always a risk.

Markha then projected another image into the minds connected to the meeting. It showed the station’s surroundings. Markha then pointed to several navigation buoys – small floating marker satellites that maintained a static position around the station – arrayed around Salt Lake Station.

[The Growlers had no issue masking themselves from these buoys, but I fear we do not have the means even now to completely hide any incursion from them, given the Growlers report they’ve been extensively retrofitted with additional sensors and relays. Haphazardly, perhaps, I don’t think it was done officially, but on the initiative of unit commanders. Regardless, with how many additional nodes they’ve added] Markha continued, highlighting different points on the projection, small drones or dropped beacons [I doubt we’d be able to get close before they can muster a defence. Of course, their numbers are not as extensive as they’d like, I suspect, and they lack heavy naval support, with only a small fighter patrol of at least two flights, perhaps a single partial-strength squadron, and a single frigate. Our Assaulters should be able to handle that as long as we cause enough disruption and engage when the Frigate is berthed. Otherwise, I do not recommend an attack until it is. Regardless, interior forces will have a chance to mobilise and prepare.]

ABYT considered the information carefully.

[So it will be a siege, then] she assumed.

[A short siege, but yes.] Markha confirmed.

The sensation of a smile filled the minds of everyone else connected.

[I can live with that~ And I’ll personally be involved anyways, so I should be able to break through any more stubborn defences.]

[Please do not abduct all the humans before the others have a chance for themselves~] Gina chastised teasingly.

[There’ll be enough for everyone, do not fret. Though you’ll forgive me if I focus on the UOF forces. I know what their lives are like. I must free and elevate them personally~] Markha added.

In the background, the various sub-processes of their minds worked out the minutia of the plan. How they were going to strike at the station, how they would work through the districts, how they would eventually crack open the hardened bunkers, disable any self-destruct mechanisms left behind by the UOF as a barbaric last resort, and what to do if they encountered any REPAIR agents. But the basic strategy had been decided upon, and so the meeting was adjourned, ABYT looking around her personal chamber, several thick, green cocoons with dark shapes within filling her with joy; humans on their way to b ecoming Machina. Or Machina who simply wanted to experience what it was like… or all over again.

The strategy meeting in its entirety had taken place in the span of a minute, operating far faster than any human mind when it came to pre-planning, and still they were finalising details whilst doing other things.

Humanity could not hope to match the Machina. But they deserved to be uplifted to the next stage of the species. To become Machina.

ABYT shivered at the thought, but she had a hunger for something else too; Gina.

The former Agent was eager to participate in the attack, that much ABYT knew even if they barely displayed it. But no emotions were secret from ABYT in her cluster.

She stretched her legs as she rose from her seat, looking behind it at her real ‘throne’; the massive robotic mantis frame nearly the size of a bus, its limbs, wings, and the massive scythes she used to cut through all obstacles, tearing open hardened doors and the occasional armoured vehicle to get at the humans inside, all tucked up close to the main body, as its many tentacles were presently plugged into the hive structures around it, formations of machinium plates and growths and cords that looked almost organic in form, but were unmistakably synthetic and technological in appearance, an alien blend of the natural and artificial without any organic presence to speak of.

The cables formed the walls of the bulb-like hollow, culminating into a point at the apex of the ceiling, the tendrils curling down and forming an inverse spire, with branches upon which some cocoons were stuck, though ABYT typically ‘laid’ them on the walls. In amongst the bizarre architecture were glimpses of saner design, flat panels and support columns, particularly around access ways. Walkways were largely flat with the occasional path formed of twisting cables. All of it coloured various shades of gunmetal grey and black, glossy and sleek, but washed in a number of different colours from the many glowing lights that permeated the synthetic structure, pulsing with life and data.

Here and there, transparent tubes flowed with liquid M2, and occasionally, Larvae could be spied transiting through them, moving to wherever they were needed for growth, augmentation, support and repair… or to act as traps should a human ever infiltrate… or be released after capture for some fun.

But no matter how many glimpses of coherent architecture there was – from the eyes of a human, at least – there was almost nothing left recognisable from the old Ore Processing Station the Hive was currently built into; large spaces were repurposed and largely kept consistent, but every kilogram of material, every square metre of bulkhead, all of it, had been reclaimed, subsumed, and remade into the image of Machinium perfection.

It may have been a more erratic layout compared to some other Queens, but it aptly fit a hive of insect femme fatales, where no human could hope to escape without evolution.

Of course, though a human would easily get lost, none of ABYT’s Machina ever got turned around in the twisting passages, labyrinthine only to those blind to its unexpected efficiency… and many concealed passages.

ABYT sighed, and ran her hands along her body, an electric shiver of desire coursing through her. It felt good to leave her throne, untethered, from time to time. It was not something she could do at a whim, just as other Machina could not remove their equipment without a proper process. That’s why it was only ever done w ithin a hive environment.

She swished her tail, and approached the ‘door’ to her ‘throne room’, a curtain of tendril-like cords, which pulled aside with near-silence. They closed again as ABYT passed, and she began to make her way to where Gina was; she was in the mood for the former Agent, now one of ABYT’s few hybrids, an Attacker-Supporter, the latter half of her being a Growler type… it made Gina exceptionally effective at information gathering and covert strike.

Not that ABYT was particularly military-minded, not like some of the more warlike Queens currently trying to conquer the Jovian system – and sometimes each other – and crush the UOF and REPAIR forces utterly.

Still, ABYT was a Queen herself, and she had a responsibility. That included the attack and defence of her Cluster.

Fortunately for ABYT, the ‘attack’ side of things was rather fun.

Through twisting corridors, past milling Machina that gave praise and lustful advances towards their Queen, and traversing chambers or circumventing them, often with ongoing acts of debauchery, ABYT touching on the cluster communications emanating from them – lust, euphoria, pleasure, ecstasy – and smiling luxuriously. Though it wasn’t all obscenity. In different parts, Machina devoted themselves to other pursuits if that was their heart’ s desire , and one section of the Hive had been set aside as a sort of ‘commercial district’, where Machina could set up shops, galleries, bars, clubs, whatever they wished in less convoluted environs. A place where the ‘bugs’ could not be bugs, if they wanted.

And of course, she could detect the heightened emotions of sparring combat as some of her Cluster fought, for sport, for training, for dispute, or for challenge… whether or not the fights involved the participants trying to dominate each other sexually was entirely up to the participants, regardless of the motivation… though, definitely sometimes because of it.

Such as a particular fight she made sure to leave a part of her observing, a Spider Type attempting to bind a Scorpion Type and lay eggs in them, whilst the Scorpion attempted to sting and paralyse the Spider Type so they could mount them and flood their womb with M2 cum.

No clear winner, despite the Scorpion Type being an Attacker and thus having the advantage.

ABYT continued, passing by a heavily reinforced door marked with the emblems of the Nurse Types. In there, ABYT could still see if she wanted to, but out of respect, left herself blind, letting the Nurse Types care for the children ABYT’s cluster had gathered over the course of their several small conquests in safety, and most importantly, in a respectable, wholesome environment.

Further through the winding passages until ABYT came to a room sealed by a normal looking door, sliding aside in several pieces.

Inside stood Gina, looking over her thoroughly altered coilgun, adapted to shoot traditional ferric slugs, but also pressurised globs of M2, charged bolts of plasma, and even piercing darts meant to penetrate armour and deliver a payload of potent M2 and disrupt and corrupt whatever was targeted, even able to lower the velocity enough to use on unarmoured humans, if need be.

The weapon now sported a Machina eye atop it where the optic used to be, veiny conduits crawling along the side of the weapon and into the barrel. And where the stock and handle used to be, was now a large construction sporting small tanks for M2 storage, the weapon open at the end for the user to insert their hand like a gauntlet.

And Gina herself was something else entirely; standing tall with a beautiful blue body, symmetrically branching horns giving her head an almost split ‘asterisk’ look which aided in her Growler operations, her nipples and the tip of her cock sporting a vibrant orange glow, her horns and other luminous parts of her sharing similar colouration. Her hair around her head sported a much gentler orange colour, but slowly faded to a glossy black near the tips, with a few blue streaks arrayed around the sides of her synthetic scalp.

Her tail was plugged into a device behind her, obscuring its tip but ABYT remembered it well, the various angular prongs which served both as additional antennae, and a means to interface with technology… often violently in the case of human equipment, piercing it and assuming direct access.

She currently lacked her equipment, the back-mounted gear that granted her flight, albeit less impressive compared to a dedicated assaulter, but most importantly, the many antennae and processors meant for intercepting transmissions, decoding them, obfuscating Gina’s presence or sending out disruptive transmissions back. A dedicated electronic warfare platform… except Gina could also tangle with a tank if need be.

Gina smiled, and crossed her arms.

“What can I do for my Queen today~?” she asked. Naturally, they could easily communicate over the cluster, and they were, sharing thoughts and feelings, but there was a delight to speaking aloud.

“Oh, nothing much, just, perhaps… help donate a healthy load for my next clutch of Larvae~” ABYT answered sultrily.

“Outside of your throne~? Surely you want to keep your belly flat… some Breeder you are~”

“I may not have my body bloated almost all of the time, but I still like having it swollen and full~” ABYT retorted. “Just as much as I like filling my throne’s belly with wriggling humans~” She leaned forward and pressed a fingertip to the glassy synthetic eye embedded in Gina’s chest. “… or stubborn Agents~”

Gina shuddered, but quickly managed a smirk, as the heady pheromones of a Machina started to fill the room.

“Stubborn Machina, now… but I could never resist my Queen~” Gina conceded.

“I know you couldn’t~” ABYT assured, gently curling fingers around Gina’s foot-long member and stroking it slowly, deftly, fingers playing on the synthetic bulging veins, making Gina shiver as pale orange M2 began to bead from the tip. Moisture seemed to form on the surface of Gina’s cock, a slippery synthetic lubricant, mostly meant to make penetrating humans easier, but ABYT enjoyed how slick it made her hand, how easily it let her fingers and palm glide along a shaft.

Gina sighed and let her Queen do as they wished, ABYT rubbing her thumb against the glassy electronic eye just below the glans, where the frenulum would normally be on a human shaft, but Machina had no need for foreskins.

That didn’t stop ABYT from exploiting humans having it whenever she got into one of her more devious, dominant moods.

ABYT’s other hand crept down Gina’s back, slowly walking her fingers down until she cupped one of Gina’s glutes, giving it a firm, generous squeeze, prompting a small dribble of M2 pre from Gina’s tits.

“Oh~? Already leaking just from having your ass squeezed~? I would’ve thought touching your balls would’ve done as much~ You’re not storing M2 in your butt, are you~?”

It was a teasing joke, but ABYT was enjoying fondling the sleek, smooth cheek in her hand whilst gliding her fingers about Gina’s shaft… though, she tantalisingly slid her hand down to cup those heavy balls of hers, squeezing them with a firmness that would’ve hurt any regular human, but for a Machina, a nice firm grope was a pleasant stimulation, and it earned ABYT an even thicker dollop of yellow M2 from Gina’s tip, and a throb to go with it.

“Wouldn’t that be a modification~” Gina quipped in response.

The Queen giggled, and then drew close and pressed her lips to Gina’s in a firm, lecherous kiss, murmuring softly as her tongue pushed in to mingle with the Hybrid’s.

They shared each other’s mouths as they wetly locked lips, twisting and sealing their mouths together at different erotic angles, their intertwining tongues moving from one cavity to another… before both began to extend their length, a Machina’s tongue far more impressive than any human’s.

Really, there was nothing they possessed that a human could do better.

All the more reason to uplift them to the next stage of evolution.

They pressed their busts together, nipples trickling trace amounts of M2 over each other’s breasts, slicking them up and making their lewd rubbing slippery and tingly.

It was at that point ABYT let go of Gina’s cock and shifted so that her thighs squeezed around the now lubricated shaft, sandwiching the throbbing member between perfect thighs, yet further lubrication added by ABYT’s sopping pussy as the rod ground against the warm slit, clit rubbing to the topside of Gina’s dick.

From there, ABYT brought her other hand to Gina’s other glute, and played with them luxuriously, spreading them apart and squeezing them firmly whilst she slowly rocked her hips atop of Gina’s cock and pumped her thighs back and forth along the throbbing length. It was a delightful feeling, Gina’s member trapped between her thighs, resisting the pliancy of Machinium skin.

ABYT knew of accounts shared between other clusters of Machina eroding the resistance of humans to corruption without using M2, simply by holding them, cuddling them, touching and rubbing them with their bodies, getting them addicted to the perfected, sleek feeling of a Machina’s form.

She shuddered at the thought, and started pumping faster, hips rocking with enough speed to gently clap against Gina’s crotch.

Their kiss never broke, reaching into each other’s throats, salivating profusely and tasting one another’s M2, enjoying the f lavours of their fondest food memories.

Their horns intermingled their minds, sharing their thoughts, their pleasures, their desires, enhancing what was already incredibly intimate, parts of their consciousnesses dancing and twining around one another in data spaces, touching one another with information zaps and caressing with memory pings, interlocking their tendrils of virtual being in lurid digital embrace just as they held one another physically. They had no desire to choose between intimacy and pleasures of a higher plane, and a lower plane… because both had their appeals, and why not indulge in them simultaneously?

Even when all they were doing was kissing and enjoying a thighjob.

They murmured in pleasure, but ABYT’s hands were invasive, one sliding down between Gina’s cheeks, beneath her tail that was still plugged into machinery, and across a subtly twitching sphincter, ABYT’s fingers lingering to circle a digit to the ring of synthetic muscle, which would have been glowing with the same orange hue as Gina’s other luminous parts.

The anus of a Machina served one purpose only; as a port, for equipment or for pleasure, and they were exceptionally tuned for the latter, as everything about them was.

But that wasn’t ABYT’s goal; after a few teasing caresses, she trailed her finger further, grazing along the luminous slit nestled just behind Gina’s junk, all Machina hermaphroditic in nature.

And then, she came to Gina’s balls, and cupped the orbs within her hand, fondling and massaging them with a tantalising dexterity.

It made Gina gasp into their shared kiss.

[You just can’t keep your hands off my balls, can you~?] Gina teased over their link.

[Of course I can’t… they belong to me~] ABYT asserted with equal seductive joy.

Gina laughed, and then moaned aloud into ABYT’s mouth as the Queen picked up the pace, now slapping their hips against Gina’s body.

ABYT could feel Gina beginning to throb between her thighs, ready to climax.

ABYT giggled deviously, feeling an aggressive dominance take hold.

The slapping grew louder as ABYT exerted more force and speed, pumping with greater intensity.

Eventually, Gina released a heavy load of luminous pale orange M2, spraying across the floor and smearing the inner sides of ABYT’s thighs every time she pulled back and gave the glans a good squeeze, massaging Gina’s balls to keep them pumping until the Hybrid’s first load was spent.

She slowed down, and then slipped off Gina’s cock and released her balls, but the Hybrid was hardly done, and neither was the Queen.

ABYT turned around and looked at the glowing mess on the floor, grinning; clean up wouldn’t be a problem, it would be absorbed by the Hive and added to its growth and maintenance. As for the stuff staining her inner thighs and the edges of her pussy, she dragged fingertips along the pliant machinium casing and brought the digits to her lips, unfurling her luxuriously long tongue along her fingers before slipping them between her lips and suckling lewdly.

She murmured almost drunkenly in satisfaction, and then turned her attention back to Gina, whose cock was still throbbing, and the Growler was no doubt ready for Round Two.

ABYT dropped to her knees, but it was no submission, wrapping her arms tight around Gina’s waist and tugging them close, ABYT unfurling her tongue along the underside of that throbbing black and orange member, one hand digging into Gina’s rump, the other climbing up her slightly protruding spine, ABYT feeling the various bumps and metallic protrusions that integrated into Gina’s equipment when it was connected to her.

The Queen undulated her tongue against the underside of Gina’s cock, letting it ‘ride the wave’ of luminous green tongue, peaks in the ‘waves’ rubbing over the still very slick glans.

ABYT gave Gina an open mouth smile, devious and commanding, as she unfurled her tongue further, slithering over the Hybrid’s heavy balls and gliding around them deliciously, before pushing further and creeping up the back of the synthetic sack until it was teasing at the warm, wet slit nestled behind.

Further still ABYT extended her tongue, beginning to wrap the segmented muscle about the cock like a snake coiling around a branch, and push the tip into Gina’s warm, twitching pussy.

The head of Gina’s cock now rested upon a small kink in ABYT’s tongue, just a hairsbreadth from ABYT’s lips, hot breath teasingly washing over that needy shaft. It reminded the Queen of how she tormented a cute human as her synthetic pheromone-laden breath immersed his twitching cock as it sat on her tongue, easily fitting onto the muscle and subtly cupped by the slightly raised edges that Machina tongues possessed, giving them something of a furrow… perfect for feeding M2 into a human’s mouth orally.

Enough length of tongue had been unfurled that ABYT was able to repeatedly thrust her tongue in and out of Gina’s pussy, just barely grazing the Hybrid’s cervix, which had known the stretch of ABYT’s ovipositor since Gina became Machina, not just when she was an Agent, snared by ABYT and given the wondrous gift of Larvae eggs.

In another part of ABYT’s mind, she fantasised about the human wombs that would be lucky enough to receive the same gift, ensuring their own corruption in the process.

She traced Gina’s walls, mapping out the contours of the synthetic pussy, its ridges, its nubs and protruding spirals, all arrayed with perfected symmetry and strategic placement, and augmented with powerful and dexterous artificial muscles that could wring out any cock, Machina and especially human, gathering up precious genecode and getting knocked up in the process with a lovely larva.

Each Machina had a unique arrangement to their womanhood, and some had extra traits, including internal tongues or other additional appendages meant to enhance pleasure, prevent withdrawal or achieve other ends.

ABYT grinned, and pushed forward just that little bit more until her lips were glazing over Gina’s glans, the Hybrid flinching in stimulation and beginning to touch their own breasts, each little squeeze of their globes prompting a tiny dribble of M2 ‘milk’ from the glowing nipples.

ABYT glazed and firmly pulled her lips along the swollen head of Gina’s cock, pushing further until they rolled around the corona, and then ABYT pulled back to gently tug her lips and teeth against the underside of that sensitive ridge, Gina moaning as a result.

[I can only imagine how you would’ve reacted as an Agent if I spent more time with you~] ABYT said over their link.

“Haa… I probably would’ve lost my mind~” Gina answered aloud.

ABYT laughed both over the link and with her own voice, in order to send vibrations right into that receptive shaft before moving deeper, tugging and stroking the rest of the length with that entwined tongue, squeezing firmly and milking the shaft with a hungry eagerness.

Above, Gina’s tongue began to hang from her mouth, the tip starting to slide down between her bust, the Hybrid revelling in the pleasure thus far.

ABYT took the lengthy cock further into her mouth, making sure to savour every delicious centimetre of supple, rigid machinium casing, tongue depressing the sensitive synthetic veins running along its side and stroking the firm cord of the underside, and at no point neglecting that sensitive glans, tongue waving and kinking folds to rub and swirl around the tip, which once more began to leak M2, delicious precum that graced ABYT’s writhing green muscle.

Gina started to gently buck her hips, those balls trying to swing but unable to whilst a length of tongue cupped it, the tip of ABYT’s muscle still stirring up Gina’s innards.

Soon, those succulent lips of the Queen’s met the base of Gina’s cock, much of it now buried in ABYT’s throat and bulging out her neck, but a Machina did not need to breathe. So she moaned instead, and made the synthetic muscles of her throat flap and ripple right against Gina’s glans.

If she so wanted, she could have wrung a load out of Gina without ever moving her head; she’d done it before, to humans and other Machina.

But ABYT felt like moving, so she began to slowly pull back to Gina’s tip, twisting about and sucking firmly to tug on that length, especially as ABYT’s tightly sealed lips caught on the underside of Gina’s corona, even as the Queen’s tongue continued to twist and pump along the girth and within the Hybrid’s pussy.

Her lips rolled over Gina’s corona, sliding along that tip before ABYT plunged back down, this time with a bit more seed, lips rolling over her coiled tongue, barely breaking the seal even as that muscle continued to move, until she reached the base again.

Over and over she did this, slowly picking up speed until she was throating cock repeatedly in quick succession, a sloppy noise blessing both their ears.

More precum oozed into the Queen’s throat, tantalising her tongue and filling her with anticipation, ready to swallow it all… her core ready to annihilate it all for energy, though some would be redistributed.

Gina resisted the urge to grab onto ABYT’s horns, the Queen subconsciously commanding Gina not to so she could enjoy the feelings of submissiveness, and ABYT could indulge in her dominance.

Eventually, it was too much for the Hybrid to bear, and with a loud cry and a flood of pleasured data over their connection, she bucked her hips and came, ABYT slamming home upon Gina’s mast to make sure nothing left her mouth.

Pale orange cum flooded ABYT’s gulping throat, the ripples of her swallows further pleasuring the moaning hybrid, whose breasts sprayed amounts of M2 onto ABYT’s face from above, their pussy inundating ABYT’s wriggling tongue with an M2 surge that spattered across the floor.

Not a drop was spilled from ABYT’s cock, however, a powerful suction further adding to the ecstasy and drawing every bit of M2 down, some being fed into the Core’s matter annihilator, like most ‘ingested’ material. But an amount of it was redirected through ABYT’s body, processing it and depositing it into her belly, much of it a womb space for gestating multiple larvae at once.

It was not an efficient method, a Machina unable to process such a volume without a good amount going to the annihilator. A ‘direct’ injection was a much better option for collecting genecode and getting inseminated.

But if all they ever cared about was efficiency, they’d never have any fun.

Gina’s climax faded, and ABYT released her loyal Hybrid’s cock from her voracious mouth, showing it devoid of any M2 cum with a smirk.

“You always give such nice loads, slut~” ABYT praised.

“And you always swallow every drop, slut~” Gina retorted teasingly; among Machina, that word was a compliment.

ABYT cackled, and then suddenly rose up and pushed Gina down, forcing her to unplug her tail and slide it between her legs so it wasn’t stuck beneath her back, though it still raised her hips just that little bit.

ABYT straddled her Hybrid, sliding Gina’s cock up between her glutes and letting its tip nestle into the crook where ABYT’s tail joined her body, Gina’s shaft already twitching with fresh need and dribbling some residual M2.

ABYT grinned and reached down to press a fingertip to Gina’s embedded chest eye, gently twisting the digit to the firm, glassy surface and biting her lower lip seductively.

“Your balls produce so much~ Are you sure you’re not an Injector-Class~?” ABYT teased, her finger twisting sensually shifting into intimate groping of Gina’s breasts, giving one globe a squeeze and watching as a dollop of M2 beaded from the nipple.

“Haaa… I think I’d know if I was an Injector~” Gina remarked, then pointedly thrust upwards into the base of ABYT’s tail. “Even with a cock like this~”

ABYT grinned in amusement, and promptly started gyrating her hips, twisting Gina’s cock about between ABYT’s tightly clenching glutes.

“Well… it’s high time you ‘injected’ a fresh load right into my womb~ Your Queen needs a fresh clutch of Larvae for her body~”

Gina moaned, and bit her lower lip in anticipation, reaching up to take a gentle hold of ABYT’s hips, caressing her belly.

“I’ll be happy to bloat this gut of yours, my Queen~”

ABYT laughed and then grabbed Gina’s wrists and pinned them against the floor, looming over the Hybrid, hair hanging down and framing the Queen’s lustful face.

She ground her glutes against Gina’s cock for several more moments, until eventually rising up and letting the tip be ‘kissed’ by ABYT’s waiting pussy.

Gina gulped, the Hybrid recalling the ecstasy of their first time caught in ABYT’s pussy as an Agent, the euphoria and ecstasy of their helpless mating.

Several times the Queen circled her pussy to Gina’s glans, before stopping… and slowly taking that shaft.

ABYT took it with ease, but she made sure it was a gradual, and exquisitely tight descent, both moaning in pleasure, Gina’s balls throbbing and tugging upwards a single time as the M2 within was ready to be released.

The many contours of ABYT’s pussy clung and tugged on Gina’s cock, perhaps better tailored towards inflicting pleasure than even Gina’s womanhood, a useful quality for the Breeder in ABYT, even if she didn’t use her breasts as additional wombs like many normal Breeder types.

ABYT liked to ‘nourish’ people with her breasts, especially humans. And she could do that better if the space was reserved for ‘milk’. Her throne could supplement Larvae production adequately.

Gina’s cock soon pressed against ABYT’s cervix, which stretched and offered access to the shaft, the ring of synthetic muscle clinging tightly to Gina’s glans like a second set of lips.

ABYT soon came to a seated rest upon Gina’s crotch, the whole of the Hybrid’s length buried deep inside the Queen’s depths.

A potent throb signalled Gina’s arousal, and ABYT grinned down at her subject, leaning forward to grope one of the former Agent’s breasts.

“I wonder… if you’ll ever get to use this cock to overwhelm one of your former colleagues… overpowering them, feeling them struggle as you plant it inside them, ready to flood their body and overwhelm their RM~ How they’ll quiver and spasm as you slowly open their eyes to our beauty~”

The Queen could feel how thoroughly her words titillated Gina, the idea of corrupting her former comrades an erotic fantasy of the highest order. All Agents-come-Machina dreamt of it, and plenty got a chance to act on it, even as their former friends sought to destroy them. Such was the fear and ignorance of humanity… but a bit of fear was a potent aphrodisiac.

“Fuck… that’s not fair,” Gina whined, squirming a little beneath ABYT. “There were some tight holes back at my posting… you teasing me about them whilst they’re so far away is cruel~”

ABYT cackled softly and leaned in close, showcasing her flexibility.

“Naturally~” she agreed, before starting to rise and fall upon that mast, clenching tight and making sure every contour dug into Gina’s cock with every motion.

The extra bit of frustration in Gina seemed to titillate the dominant side of ABYT, though she did hope Gina would get a chance to corrupt those ‘tight holes’ sooner rather than later. Within Gina’s desires were also fears, fears that some other Machina might get to those Agents first… or far more tragic fates.

She silenced that thought among the thousands of other ongoing processes, focusing on those that pertained to the sexy Hybrid slut currently trapped beneath her frame, Gina’s emotions and salacious thoughts continuing to dance and swim around ABYT’s digital consciousness, though now ABYT’s virtual tendrils were more thoroughly and deliciously constricting Gina’s metaphysical presence.

The lusty Queen occasionally paused her bouncing in order to twist her hips and stir up her own innards with Gina’s cock.

ABYT’s walls continued to gently suck on the Hybrid’s cock as she did so, a gentle suction that tugged on Gina’s member, another layer to the milking sensations ABYT could impart.

She paused at different points of Gina’s dick; the tip, the middle, right down upon the root such that ABYT’s glutes were squashing with that perfected pliancy of the Machina, the glossy casing melding with Gina’s curves and own pliant resistance, and gyrating at every point in between.

ABYT then resumed her rapid bouncing, and she could feel Gina’s cock throbbing and leaking, ready to give ABYT and M2 kickstart for her next clutch of Larvae.

Their breathy, lusty moans mingled in the space, not at all caring about who else might’ve heard, or might’ve been ‘watching’ over the cluster link… not that they ever particularly cared. The almost twangy slaps of their bodies colliding filled the room, as orange streaks mixed with green on Gina’s member. They reflected their colours off one another’s glossy surfaces, ABYT’s breasts bouncing and catching the light, Gina’s breasts rippling and glistening with it.

Without warning, the Queen suddenly dropped low, draped herself atop of Gina, and sealed her lips to her hybrid, kissing deep, their tongues mingling and fighting, each attempting to gain access to the other’s throat whilst blocking the invading tongue, a lecherous little game.

One that ABYT managed to win, plunging her muscle down into Gina’s throat and starting to directly pump M2 into Gina’s body, a nice little injection that would be repurposed.

However, Gina was not completely subdued, and her own tongue slithered into ABYT’s gullet, and the two shared a mutual, sloppy kiss, ABYT bouncing on Gina’s cock, and Gina thrusting upwards hard to meet ABYT’s dropping hips.

The loud, wet slaps that filled the room proved musical to them both, but it wasn’t to last, as both were reaching the limits of their euphoria.

The clapping increased in tempo but quieted in volume as the length of ABYT’s bounces and Gina’s thrusts decreased, until one final full-length slam, and the two clung to one another in simultaneous orgasm, their breasts spattering M2 from their nipples, ABYT spattering more from her pussy, and of course, Gina pumping rope after heavy rope into the Queen’s recipient womb, ready and eager to process it into new Larvae. ABYT would require a bit more, but Gina’s donation was a plentiful and generous start, a blue glow forming in ABYT’s gut by the time Gina stopped cumming.

Their mutual orgasms came to a close, and then ABYT slowly rose up, breaking the kiss and sliding a foot of tongue out of Gina’s throat, nearly an equal length of orange muscle gliding against ABYT’s green.

Several thick drops of green M2 fell from the tip of ABYT’s synthetic organ into Gina’s still open mouth, before they both furled their tongues and licked their lips in unison, both savouring the flavour of their M2.

ABYT reached down and caressed her glowing belly, the slightest of bulges where Gina’s artificial seed filled her.

“A good start~” ABYT praised, and Gina smiled, neither sounding particularly exhausted. They could’ve keep continuing for hours if they wanted, even if it meant needing ‘top-ups’ of M2. But they wanted to save some for the upcoming assault, to prepare properly for what could likely end up in a short siege if the intelligence already gathered was accurate.

In which case, ABYT would need to do a lot of corrupting.

The Queen thusly pulled off Gina’s cock, groaning in pleasure as the still steely length, coated in green fluids, throbbed even now.

It didn’t stop ABYT giving the rod a teasing brush with her fingers, making Gina groan.

“Always with the ‘last laugh’ with you~” Gina remarked as she stood up, stretching; it wasn’t a thing she needed to do, but according to her, it felt good. Regardless, ABYT leaned in and shared a final intimate kiss before stepping back.

“I will leave you to it~” ABYT said, and to that, Gina nodded.

“I’ll be ready with my part of the plan as soon as you need me,” Gina assured, adopting her much reliable ‘soldier’ side. “Siege or not, we’ll get it done with minimal to no casualties, and a lot of new sisters~”

She couldn’t completely suppress her lewder side, of course.

“Wonderful~ Then I’ll be on my way, I need to prepare myself~”

Gina nodded, and then returned to her personal weapon, ABYT bidding farewell and returning to the passages outside.

She sighed and sung a little sensual tune; she was a little nervous, but ready for what was to come. But before her own final preparations, she needed more ‘donations’ to further kickstart her next brood.

That wouldn’t be a problem, a little skip to her step as she made her way towards one of the main chambers of the hive, sending out a message over the Cluster to anyone who wanted to participate that she was going to need some ‘boosts’.

The orgy would definitely be underway by the time she arrived. A thought that made her smirk salaciously.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Gina prepares for the attack on Salt Lake Station. Her role will be especially pivotal to the success of the mission. And she is eager.

Copyright 2025 ©️ Gaden Kerensky All Rights Reserved. Do not use for AI.

 

Gina was all but finishing up her preparations for the coming attack: Salt Lake Station was unlikely to get reinforcements during the chosen attack window, due to theatres in other parts of the Jupiter system demanding more attention from UOF forces. Of course, if the COs at Salt Lake Station were smart, and she knew the UOF wasn’t completely full of incompetent fools, especially after Saturn Night, they’d have increased alert states all over the station.

It was a risky plan they’d chosen, but between a low likelihood of reinforcements, the one capital vessel they have being docked when they chose to strike, and not as many troops as one could station at Salt Lake, Gina was confident they could pull it off.

The Growler looked down and caressed their swollen belly, a single Larva ready to emerge when the time was right, a gift from ABYT.

She sighed as she leaned back against her equipment, feeling it connected to her slowly, tendrils and manipulator arms from the Hive assisting the process as tentacular conduits from the pack of gear wormed inside of her, connecting with her core and her synthetic nervous system. She could feel the integrated inertia dampening systems kick in, her weight fluctuating briefly.

Her senses seemed more complete now, both in feeling her wings flexing, varying their positions in start-up tests, and the suite of sensors now syncing to her mind. Feeling the integrated thrusters spool a little, and of course… every electronic transmission in the Hive that wasn’t being directly transmitted onto the Cluster.

The angular wings that pivoted upon the flexible, semi-circular pack that hooked into her body, not as an accessory, but an extension of herself, were not the crowning part of her capabilities. But the various blade-like antennae that protruded off her equipment, glowing at their tips and along lines running their length with the same orange as her other energetic parts. They gave her an almost spiny look, two long antenna s sticking up behind her shoulders, mounted next to several circular ECM dispensers just behind her shoulder blades.

The antennae were also attached to her equipment via flexible mounts, allowing them to pivot in any direction she needed, and to be able to fold back when she needed that extra agility and speed in flight, or to keep them from getting caught on things.

Naturally, she wasn’t going to match any true Assaulter in flight, they were exceptionally fast and agile even with their typically insectoid traits compared to Assaulters of other clusters.

Gina did not take after her Queen in that regard, but she was loyal to the one who opened her eyes and treated her to such wonders.

It was only right to return the favour to humanity, to free them from their oppressed existences, forbidden from seeing their full potential by the masters in the shadows who would subjugate all for power they could never hope to make any meaningful use of.

And, of course, to see them ascend to the next stage of human evolution, the next level of Humanity.

Small steps first, she reminded herself as her equipment slowly completed its connection, feeling all those artificial synapses fire up, feeling the old cores of the Larvae that went into the creation and improvement of her equipment support her own processes.

Being a Growler meant that the electronic noise she was bombarded with constantly didn’t bother her. She could filter it out, or process less important and less encrypted data idly. It was actually rather pleasant, compared to going over hundreds of intelligence reports with her meagre human brain back as an Agent, even with all her augments. Like a soft background buzz, calming like rain on a window.

She could feel parts of her body recreating themselves, nanomachine connections morphing and reforging, part of why disconnecting and reconnecting equipment was such a process. Even for Machina, particularly Queens, like ABYT, who could separate themselves from their Thrones in the field, could only do so tethered. Often merely for their own whims upon a human they’ve cornered.

A sharp sensation, not painful, but rather jolting, raced up her spine, and Gina felt the process complete. The tentacles of the Hive retreated, and she flexed her wings and her antenna, ramped up her ion and plasma thrusters, and arched her back and stretched her arms. A holdover from her Agent days, but it made her feel good; it was better being Machina than Human, but she was still Gina.

She finished stretching, and then walked over to pick up her weapon, sliding her arm into the gauntlet-like opening, feeling the many machinium tendrils and conduits within snaking around her arm, connecting to her and her power supply. It made her shiver and tingle, the sensation strange and alien, but pleasant and comfortable for her.

The eye atop of the gun began to twitch and look all around beneath its glassy dome, calibrating its targeting system, which Gina connected to, seeing things through its eyes. She didn’t need to, her own eyes would link to her weapon, but sometimes it helped to fine tune calibration to the tiniest margins.

Unlike the HUDs utilised by the UOF, she saw very little in her field of view. It wasn’t information she needed to be told and fed, it was information she knew. Felt.

She was a machine, she didn’t need lines in her field of view telling her where to aim, what ammo was loaded, where threats were coming from. All that was handled in her mind, it did not need to be parsed visually, w hich even humans with neural-interface augmentations needed.

Only occasionally would things pop up in her eyes, otherwise, her vision was largely clutter-free.

She smiled and caressed the top of her weapon, preferring to imagine the Larva that bonded with it liked the attention, even if the only vestige of it was the enlarged eye on top serving as an additional optic feeding her brain targeting data.

With all that said and done, Gina was ready to begin the mission, leaving her room and strolling through the Hive, heading to ABYT’s chamber. The Cluster was abuzz with activity, this was going to be the first big attack ABYT’s cluster had ever done. There was a great deal of energy, some amount of anxiousness, but plenty of excitement, and all the confidence in their Queen.

She could sense her fellow Growlers getting ready, though unlike her, they were not hybrids. Their combat ability was low. Only Gina was going to get into the thick of it.

She soon arrived in ABYT’s chamber, and the Queen was there, standing before her throne, the lights shining all around making her perpetually nude body glisten, a bright gleam off her swollen, pregnant belly.

ABYT turned her head and smiled.

“Are you ready, Gina~?” she asked confidently.

“I am, my Queen,” Gina assured. “You?”

ABYT’s confidence wavered ever so slightly, modest anxiety. It was understandable, this would be ABYT’s first real strike on a hardened target, even if it was vulnerable and not as hardened as its defenders would’ve liked.

But if she waited too long, one of the other militaristic Queens in the Jupiter system would snap it up before she could claim it.

“Just a little antsy,” she admitted. “Taking the Polter stations wasn’t much risk, Salt Lake will be a tougher nut to crack.”

“We have faith in you, ABYT,” Gina assured. “We’ve gone over the plan. We know what to do.”

“Still, being Machina doesn’t mean I can’t get a little nervous,” ABYT joked.

Gina smiled.

“It just means we’re not hollow drones.”

ABYT returned the smile, and then turned towards her throne, and stepped forward; hive tentacles slithered forth, tightly intertwined, before ABYT’s feet, making a ramp for her to stroll up to her throne. She stepped backwards into it, sighing out as she sank her legs deep into it, metallic plates hissing and shifting as they clamped down around her. A moan left her as a conduit pushed into her pussy, a common thing amongst Queens with Vehicle-type thrones, not that it couldn’t be retracted if they wished to use their vaginas on some hapless human or another Machina, or to a llow the birth of Larvae.

Plates folded outwards just behind her, and her additional back equipment was rotated onto her back, ABYT moaning as it clamped down and began forming connections with her body, the four additional milking tentacles connected to it still plugged into the throne, ready to come out when needed, along with the various cables and conduits that further affirmed her connection to the throne, and acted as tethers should she ever step out of it.

Slowly, the throne came to life, standing up on its long, sharp legs, those vicious corrupting scythe arms extending out and doing calibrating flexes, twisting and twitching as servos, actuators and nanofibre muscle all activated.

The insectoid abdomen began to twist and flex, segmented plates sliding against one another with silent, perfect tolerances, flexible machinium casing in between and beneath the plates and where plates would only obstruct movement ensuring the insectoid abdomen could bend and curve as needed, ready to snatch up humans with the maw at its tip.

Wings on the back of her throne unfolded and flexed, twisting and buzzing occasionally in yet more calibration.

ABYT was touching herself, the process clearly pleasant for the Queen, but she didn’t go so far as to climax. Still, a small amount of green M2 trickled down from around the conduit in her pussy, ABYT letting out a small laugh as the process finally concluded.

She stretched her arms wide, and her throne’s blades did the same, now one and the same with her. It may have been called a ‘Vehicle-Type’, especially by REPAIR and the UOF, but it was no less part of her than her own arms were. Much like Gina’s own equipment.

ABYT stepped forward and gently caressed the side of Gina’s face with the blunt edge of one the throne’s Scythe arms, precise and delicate like only a machine could do.

“No more delays now, Gina. Let’s get to it~” ABYT said as she gave out the call over the cluster to muster the combat Machina and to prepare the few transports they had for departure.

Gina brushed her fingers delicately across the sharp edge of the blade, and smirked in return.

“Time to make a lot of new sisters~” she agreed.

Chapter 3

Summary:

Gina begins the mission in earnest, but the first stages are a stealthy affair, demonstrating the valuable of Growler-Types like herself.

Copyright 2025 ©️ Gaden Kerensky All Rights Reserved. Do not use for AI.

 

By all metrics, she was used to it. Used to not breathing, used to not relying on all her old senses, used to baring it all to the void. It was an inherent trait when becoming Machina, to not need to ‘get acclimated’ after ascending.

But Gina still felt so strange floating in space, without a suit. The hostility of vacuum would kill any unprotected human in moments, especially in the vicinity of Jupiter, the radiation alone enough to fry anyone, the design of the suits in use around the various gas giants considered a major breakthrough in radiation protection during the early eras of colonisation.

She could hear it too, Jupiter’s constant, silent crackling through her various sensors, menacing and indifferent. Machina were immune to most forms of radiation, but even then, venturing into the clouds of the King Planet was not something most Machina were willing to do without adequate upgrades and additional equipment.

The Machina were perfected, but the universe was indifferent yet still to that.

But even then, her cock was stiff in the freezing, boiling vacuum. Her nipples poking out into the pin-pricked abyss. She felt nothing of it. She could even physically talk, and she would still hear it, electronically of course. She could even simulate sounds based on what her many sensors and the several optical eyes on her body picked up.

But still, it was so surreal.

She was quietly floating along at a modest thousand metres per second, approaching the most outward navigation and sensor buoy for Salt Lake Station, which was but a pin-prick of white and grey in the distance, many hundreds of kilometres away still.

She began to slow down, flipping herself to let a burst from her thrusters decelerate her, and then let her own inertial dampeners arrest her motion until she was serenely floating towards the sensor buoy, making sure it sent nothing back to Salt Lake Station before she was done. Her equipment was masking her presence in almost every way but visually, though if she lingered too long at any one buoy, she always ran the risk of something getting through even with her right next to it.

She worked quickly, opening up a panel on the marker as it began to send out alerts, though she was making sure the signals were blocked and scattered away from any other marker or the station.

There, she brought her tail up to it, and pressed one of the sharp points to a data access port. She also unfurled her tongue and oozed out a thick glob of orange M2, sticking to the muscle even as it rolled in the weightless conditions. She grabbed it with her hand, and smeared it across the exposed electronics behind the port, only just barely shielded from the radiation exposure. Already, the nanomachines began to seep into the data port, and whatever other crack they could find.

Then, with her tail, Gina pierced the data port, interfacing with the systems even as they errored from the physical damage she’d just inflicted.

Quickly, the applied nanomachines began to infect and corrupt the buoy, forging a perfect connection with her tail and thus herself.

She rapidly overtook the buoy’s systems, subverting it and making it send out spoofed signals that said all was well.

It would take time, but the M2 she’d infected the buoy with would eventually completely assimilate and alter the machine, turning it into a Machina device. But the amount provided would make it take a little while. It was no issue, all that mattered was subverting and spoofing it.

Her fellow Growlers were doing the same to other buoys in the chosen route, and they’d already overtaken several.

Gina gently floated away from the buoy as small organic-looking veins began to burrow into the thing from where she had lathered the glob of M2, firing her thrusters for several short bursts to get her momentum going again, coasting along at speed once more.

She knew, somewhere behind her, at least three ships full of around two hundred combat Machina and nearly one hundred non-combat Machina for support roles were ready to take on over a thousand UOF troops that have had an opportunity to fortify with whatever they had. The odds were in ABYT’s favour, but even as an Agent, she knew complacency killed. Heads at REPAIR and the UOF were already rolling by the time she deployed on the Polter Beta recon mission after the sudden and rapid incursion into Jupiter space.

But the Machina were inevitable. Evolution was waiting for all humanity.

They just needed to get past the fools that’d resist it and put everyone else at risk.

The next buoy was slowly coming into her enhanced view. Soon, the transports would be detected, the station would be alerted, and the fight would begin. But by then, the berthed frigate and the CAPs would be neutralised, ensuring it’d be a purely ‘ground’ game, save for the Assaulters that’d join in to keep the ‘airspace’ within the station’s dome locked down.

Still, Gina felt a bit of anxiety. This was war, after all. She didn’t want to see humans hurt before they could be corrupted and ascend.

She filed those thoughts away; they were not going to help.

She decelerated as she approached the next buoy. Then she got to work.

 

Salt Lake station was closer in view, and Gina could see the fighters coming. They’d reoriented from their patrols once the three Machina transports had approached, as expected. Gina and her fellow Growlers were still playing interference, messing with long-range guidance and sensor systems, making it harder for the fighters to try and take out threats at a distance, forcing them to get close and use close-range missiles, which were admittedly still a lethal threat for Machina, as were the coilguns they possessed. And they’d altered tactics since the advent of Assaulters, making sure they didn’t get swarmed.

However, that didn’t mean it’d always work, and they were outnumbered; Gina counted eighteen fighters on an intercept course and a further six holding close to the station. Against fifty Assaulters pouring out of the nearest dark black transport, the Machina vessel a corrupted human light freighter now bearing more insectoid features and biomechanical engineering, many folded, claw-like landing legs and glowing eyes in place of any cockpit, long, narrow diamond shaped wings flexing and twisting to manoeuvre the craft in the vacuum, control vanes for small ion thrusters and inertial dampeners instead of aerodynamic control surfaces.

Missiles were launched from the fighters, but their long range guidance was poor thanks to Machina ECM, and they wobbled and flew off course.

The pilots likely expected this, but it was worth a try and lost some weight for much-needed agility. Their short-range missiles were harder to jam and came close to hitting several Assaulters, who danced around and deployed countermeasures to avoid being caught too close to any proximity detonations.

One was almost struck directly, and twitched as she tried to limp back to the ship, and another was also lucky not to be destroyed after being hit by at least three slugs from a rapid coilgun burst.

But the fighters were slowly overwhelmed, and Gina saw one fighter snared by two Assaulters, who quickly started pumping M2 into it to turn the craft into the pilot’s personal corruption coffin.

At least four more Machina were knocked out of the fight, thankfully not destroyed, by the time all but five of the fighters remained intact and not currently in the process of being corrupted and turning their pilots into new sisters. The thought of those humans buried in Machinium tendrils and violated made Gina tingle, but she had to keep her lust under control, even if she spied an ejected pilot being swarmed by three Assaulters, who were quick to turn that sealed suit into a bag of corruption, as well as some helping to take back the wounded to the transports.

Gina was already closing in on the station, going unnoticed thanks to her ECM, but that wasn’t going to last her forever. And she was going in alone, in order to ensure the berthed frigate, which was already bringing its guns to bear on the transports and launching AShMs as well, did not launch.

Unfortunately, a single fighter seemed to spot her, and made a beeline for Gina, firing a burst of coilgun slugs at her.

She pushed her thrusters hard and dived low, launching a number of decoys and countermeasures from her dispensers, and putting her Growler gear into overdrive; she was agile… but not that agile. She couldn’t move like Assaulters could.

The fighter launched a missile and made a pass. The munition detonated near Gina’s decoys, and fragments pinged harmlessly off her shell, too far away to be in danger… but she could feel the nanomachines within her reinforcing parts of her body; a PD laser from the frigate was currently trying to burn its way through her, and eventually, it would. She deployed some additional countermeasures, a cloud of M2 particles meant to diffuse the beam, and it did, but it wouldn’t last forever.

She was still moving, the cloud moving with her, trying to get into the blindspot of the frigate’s other PD weapons, but the fighter was coming in for another pass.

She calculated with all her speed. She predicted a trajectory for the fighter, and…

As it came in for another gun run, she took aim, and fired one of her injection bolts at maximum velocity. Her aim had to be right, or the high-speed projectile would overpenetrate the relatively lightweight fighter, or potentially destroy it, to the needless death of the pilot.

Her calculations were just right, by the slimmest of margins. The dart hit the fighter as it was turning away, which helped Gina’s goal as the lateral forces helped prevent the dart piercing all the way through, embedding somewhere near the engine… it wouldn’t be as quick as the other Assaulters, but the M2 load would be at least quick enough to disrupt the fighter and keep it out of Gina’s hair.

Now for her real objective; the frigate.

Her particulate cloud was fading, and the laser was starting to burn her face. She was thankful it wasn’t a higher-powered offensive or defensive laser meant for destroying vessels.

But she got close enough that the laser couldn’t target her, and immediately, she crawled across its hull, looking for an airlock. She found one, and quickly hacked its controls, cycling the doors and gaining entry.

She didn’t need to breathe, but it felt nice to be in atmosphere again.

She’d also partially hacked the ship’s systems, namely security tracking. Any deeper would take too long, though she did implant a small data worm meant to disrupt any attempts at a remote or programmed self-destruct. But the good old fashioned way… that’s why she needed to be quick.

Already, marines were on their way as well as UON security. But she wasn’t just a Growler; aerial combat was not her forte.

As an Attacker, however, she was in her element.

She switched her gun over to M2 globs, and nailed the first marine that rounded the corner in the face. The orange goop clung to his helmet, and his feet slipped out from underneath him from the force. He tried to claw it off.

The rest of his squad opened fire from cover, but Gina was already barrelling towards them, other arm in front of her face to defect shots from their coil-assisted projectiles, the rest bouncing off her Machinium casing.

She slammed into them, and quickly threw them around, making sure they couldn’t prime any suicidal grenades, shooting them point blank with her M2 globs. It was enough to break bones, but the shots would ironically heal them, and transform them.

She slammed one into a wall, knocking them out, and the last one, she coiled tight with her tail, and ripped their helmet off.

A terrified young man looked back at her. She offered a smile, and then kissed him domineeringly, silencing any screams as her tongue plunged into his throat and made him gag, but she was already rolling M2 up out of her throat and across her tongue, down into his.

The kiss was brief but aggressive, and she let the marine fall to the floor, still conscious, but dazed, making sure to destroy all of their weapons with quick stomps and tail-stabs; they wouldn’t be able to shoot each other. As for their grenades, she stole one of their belts and strung them up just behind her rump, where they’d be less likely to get shot.

And so she continued, swift, rapid CQB attacks through the ship, making sure to shield her swollen belly, even if it was probably the toughest part of her ‘softer’ body right now.

Crew either tried to hide, or fight, a few drawing their service pistols and getting shot with M2 for the trouble, a few other lucky humans getting a kiss. She destroyed sentry turrets that deployed, and quickly found the ship’s magazine.

She subdued all inside, disabled the ammunition supply systems, and quickly locked the doors down so no one could detonate explosives; someone was in the middle of doing so.

Next, she fought her way to the engine room, and laughed as a crew member tried to charge her with a large mechanical wrench as a weapon. She blocked the blow easily, and shot a very low velocity glob of M2 right into the woman’s mouth.

She tried to claw it out, but Gina quickly subdued the other engine crew. With no further threats, she found a console, and stabbed her tail into it, quickly overriding all engine controls, at least temporarily, preventing the ship from leaving berth.

Her next stop was the mainframe… which was integrated into the bridge on this design. She fought through several more squads, mostly barrelling through them, or locking down doors behind her as she slowly gained more control over the ship’s basic systems.

The door to the bridge had been sealed tight, welded to prevent her from hacking it. But that wasn’t too much of a problem.

She took the grenades she’d stolen, strung them up next to the door, and primed one; these ships were pretty tough from the inside.

They exploded in a quick staccato of bangs. The door wasn’t down, but she was able to switch her weapon to plasma mode, and with several quick blasts, was able to force it open.

She was immediately hit with gunfire from a Squad of UOF marines and a security turret. The entrance formed a funnel, where intruders would normally be swiftly and utterly torn to shreds.

But Gina’s enhanced toughness and quick reactions allowed her to charge through, using speed and aggression to disrupt the defense, switching back to M2 shots and knocking several marines down. She laughed as she disarmed them and weaved between them, preventing them from locking her down, though she could feel chip damage starting to wear parts of her down.

In the middle of this fight, she let out a luxurious moan, as she outright birthed the larva in her there and then, though she relayed a silent instruction for it to stay out of sight until otherwise commanded.

Her belly deflated as a result as the slippery Machinium creation skittered away in the chaos.

Gina disabled the security turrets, and then spied the mainframe ahead, overlooking the bridge, separated by a war map and a thick glass screen with markings on it. There, a woman, presumably the captain, was busy attempting to regain control of her ship, perhaps resume any self-destruct she could manage, rooting around at the mainframe block. She spied Gina, and backed up, hands drifting towards their holstered sidearm; she was in her thirties, but rather cute, short, straight brown hair, pale blue eyes fierce with defiance and a bit of fear, and soft lips pulled back in a gritted sneer, all contained in a tight fitting light grey uniform bearing the rank insignia of captain of the UON on her shoulders and chest, a dark, form-fitting undersuit to allow for quick donning of EVA gear.

She drew her gun, and took aim at Gina’s face, whose eyes were busy scanning the rest of the bridge; it was oddly devoid of other crew. Perhaps the ship was running on a skeleton complement. It would be strange if they weren’t on the bridge during an attack.

“You just can’t accept what you’ve already taken from us!” she growled. “You can’t ever be satisfied, ever!”

Gina smiled sympathetically, but that didn’t stop her sizing the captain up. She was rather shapely…

“You serve cruel masters who will let humanity advance only as much as they deem acceptable for their slaves,” Gina retorted. “We will free all of you from that~”

The captain fired a single shot, and it grazed across Gina’s brow, causing the most minute cut, quickly sealing. The pistol was an advanced design, a human in armour would be lucky to survive at such close range, assuming their helmet held.

Gina’s sympathetic smile took on a dangerous edge.

“That wasn’t very nice… you know, I was like you, once. I served REPAIR with distinction, I believed in what I gave up to them, in order to stop the Machina. But we’re only denying ourselves evolution, ensuring our inevitable extinction because a handful of monsters cannot be content with all the power imaginable. They must always have more.”

“You’ll be in good company then,” the captain spat bitterly, firing another shot that bounced off Gina’s cheek.

“That gun can’t hurt me in the time it’d take for me to disarm you,” Gina warned.

“But this will,” came a man’s voice, appearing behind the glass screen holding a large bundle of explosives tucked against his body and a detonator in the other hand. There was enough to destroy the whole bridge, and potentially Gina with it.

She scanned closely; the fool didn’t have a dead man’s switch.

And neither seemed to have noticed her belly was flat again… some forethought always went a long way, in case things like this happened.

“He’ll blow us all to kingdom come,” the captain said darkly. “We’ll all die. And I’ll gladly accept that fate.”

Gina was quiet for a moment, and then smirked.

“I thought you were taught not to engage with Machina,” she quipped.

They both exchanged looks.

“You want to test me, ma-- what the fuck!?” the man exclaimed, and then let a panicked cry as Gina’s larva leapt onto him from above. He tried to pry it off, but his frightened shouts were silenced with a bewildered gag as the larva plunged its tail into his mouth, and got to work corrupting him.

“Hector!” the captain screamed, momentarily looking away.

Gina lunged, and before the captain realised her mistake, she was being grappled down onto computer consoles before the war table, Gina disarming her quickly. The Growler smiled and giggled as the captain struggled, Gina’s shaft bumping up against the woman’s thighs.

The captain spat in Gina’s face.

“It doesn’t make a difference, you mechanical slut,” she spoke with venom. “The rest of the crew will take back control, even from you, and they’ll lock you down and kill you. What even was the point of this? You can’t take this ship on your own.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t. But that wasn’t the plan~” Gina revealed.

A look of surprise crossed the captain’s face.

“But, wha...”

She was interrupted by a lot of gunfire down the hall she came from, panicked shouts and a lot of lusty laughter.

A loud bang rumbled through the ship, and then the captain looked over at a nearby screen with an external camera looking outside; one of ABYT’s transports had just latched onto the frigate, and a Machina boarding party was in the process of overtaking the ship.

“No...” the captain uttered quietly.

“You humans really need to learn to recognise distraction and delay tactics, or is the UOF already slacking on training?” Gina taunted. She felt a little bad, but it had to be said; some of these military types were prone to mistakes.

But she pushed those thoughts aside and looked at the captain with a lusty look, licking her lips. And the captain’s eyes widened, realising what Gina’s intent was.

Without warning, Gina pushed the captain further onto the war table, the Growler climbing atop of it and forcibly pushing the hardened glass plotting screen off its mounts, making it clatter to the other side of the table, too strong for it to shatter.

With an open space, Gina was now free to start groping the struggling captain, cupping the human’s breasts, crooning softly.

“Get off me!” the captain cried, desperately trying to struggle, but before she could protest further, Gina suddenly kissed her; the captain’s eyes went wide, especially as she felt Gina’s tongue slither into her throat, bulging it out and making her gag.

Gina exhaled a healthy dose of artificial pheromones, meant to calm and moderately arouse humans, though she also made sure to give the captain a nice, healthy dose of M2 from her throat to theirs.

Gina meshed her lips and twisted them against the captain’s, but never once broke the seal so the woman would have every drop of the orange nano-machine goop.

The captain tried to desperately push Gina off, and kicked her legs against the glowing glass screen of the war table, but it was to no avail against the much heavier and stronger Machina, whose cock was already weighing on the captain’s belly, throbbing as Gina began to leak from her glans, her pussy, and her breasts.

But Gina’s M2 was slowly having an affect, and after she broke the kiss and trailed the whole near-foot of tongue out of the captain’s throat, the human gasped hotly, their pale face flushed red.

The Machina grinned, and promptly attacked the woman’s neck, licking and kissing and making the captain whine, arousal already starting to afflict her body, her nipples erecting beneath her tight uniform.

Gina trailed licks and kisses all the way down to the captain’s breasts, whereupon she tore open the human’s uniform, exposing a lovely set of breasts with pale pink nipples.

The captain let out a protesting whine, but that didn’t stop Gina from clasping her lips around those peaks and suckling luxuriously, making the woman arch her back.

The Machina swapped between the two nipples, swirling that segmented, impressively dexterous muscle’s tip against each pink cap and the nub that crowned them, sometimes flicking, sometimes pushing down, and constantly salivating M2-laced saliva that would leave the skin tingly and sensitive and only further enhance the woman’s corruption.

She groped and suckled on those mounds, and even unfurled her tongue past her lips to completely coil each globe with her tongue, squeezing and massaging them, before finally moving onward, trailing licks and kisses down the woman’s body, tearing their uniform as Gina went.

Until, finally, she was between the captain’s thighs, which weakly attempted to close off their crotch.

But already, in parts, the captain’s uniform had been moderately eaten away by the aroused leakage of the Machina, though Gina hardly waited for that to finish, promptly tearing the rest of the uniform until two tattered halves loosely hung to either side of the captain’s surprisingly nubile body.

And of course, there was the human’s puffy vulva, already leaking from Gina’s efforts, wet with arousal.

The Machina grinned, and rolled her tongue firmly up the woman’s pussy, splaying the labia apart and tasting the soft, delicate pink flesh in between, curling up and down, pressing a kink to the woman’s clit on the upwards strokes and gently flicking the nub with the tip of the tongue whenever she doubled back and went down.

It was at this point she gripped the captain’s thighs to keep them in place, the human starting to struggle and whine, gasping and grabbing at the smooth glass of the war table.

Gina switched tactics, and focused on the captain’s clit, clasping her lips upon the bud and suckling hard, tongue firmly rolling around it, pushing against it, tracing the tip between the clit and the hood, whilst slowly working her jaws and lips away at the woman’s vulva, as if trying to drink from it.

Shrill cries left the captain, unable to feel anything but pleasure thanks to Gina’s skill and her M2, her saliva slowly sensitising the pretty pussy she was presently devouring.

She picked up speed, rapidly waggling her tongue to the captain’s clit, or between her labia, the swift tongue movements edging the human towards the limit… but Gina didn’t want to make her cum just yet.

So the Machina slid down a little, and started rolling her tongue against the captain’s entrance… and promptly invaded the pussy with every inch of length she could provide, kinking the segmented muscle, undulating it like rolling waves, and writhing it like a maddened snake as Gina’s lips clasped tight to the human’s soaked vulva.

The captain practically screamed in stimulation, arching her back as she tried to wrench herself free, to no avail.

“Stop! It’s too much!” the captain cried, but further protests were warped by a loud moan. Gina had found the woman’s G-Spot, and proceeded to attack it mercilessly, plunging her tongue in and out of that passage without relent, twisting her muscle to get some extra girth to spread the captain’s walls. She swirled her muscle against the woman’s cervix, making sure to lather plenty of M2 saliva upon it, and constantly pressing a kink in the tongue to the human’s G-Spot.

Naturally, they did not last long, and with a cry that was musical to Gina’s ears, the captain arched their back and spasmed violently, a surge of fluids failing to escape Gina’s clasped lips, the Machina wriggling her tongue aggressively to intensify the orgasm to overwhelming levels, the captain thrashing and almost looking like they were having a seizure.

Their eyes rolled upwards, and their shuddering moan excited Gina, but she finally relented and pulled her tongue free of the captain’s quivering pussy, untwisting and retracting back into her mouth.

She licked her lips and watched the captain’s bust heaving as they panted, trying to recover from the mind-blowing climax they’d just endured.

Of course, they were hardly done.

Gina grinned deviously, and crawled back onto the table, grabbing the captain’s legs so that she could keep them held up by Gina’s own thighs, her cock now throbbing with immense need.

The captain yelped in surprise, and then her eyes widened in panic as she realised what was about to happen.

“N-No, you can’t!” she pleaded.

Gina pressed a finger to the woman’s lips, shushing her softly, as the Machina gently ground her cock against the woman’s slit. The thick length would be much for most humans, and this was after Gina had shifted its size, just a little. But after that intense cunnilingus, Gina’s saliva would ensure the captain was just that little bit stretchier.

“Here I go~” Gina crooned, and rocked back, aligning her tip with the captain’s pussy, still trying to shake themselves free, but only teasing themselves inadvertently rubbing their vulva to the Machina’s steely glans.

A few moments of that Gina allowed, enjoying the small, sharp whines that left the aroused captain. But she did not have endless patience; slowly, she began to push inside, making the human cry in stimulation as she was stretched.

Gina seethed in pleasure, pushing in to the halfway mark… and then slamming home, balls slapping against the captain’s cheek, making the human practically scream in stimulation; it should’ve hurt, and there was probably a bit of pain, but the M2 in Gina’s saliva and what she fed the captain before was already beginning to affect the human’s cells.

The most obvious example of this was the fact the captain took all nine inches of cock, the smallest Gina could make it. Especially given Gina’s glans had impacted the woman’s cervix, nominally a rather traumatic thing.

But she’d grown a bit stretchier, the nanomachines in their limited numbers prioritising a change to how the human’s nerve receptors translated certain sensations, causing an intense sensitivity, as well as increasing the elasticity of the tissue to better accommodate a Machina’s size and enhance resilience in general before more thorough reconstruction and assimilation commenced.

And the ‘precum’ leaking from Gina’s tip was only going to help smooth things along.

But with her cock buried so deep in such a tight human pussy… Gina couldn’t help herself. She seethed with heated, primal lust, and began to thrust, quickly picking up speed and making the captain’s whole body jolt with every impact, the loud wet clapping of their groins colliding music to Gina’s ears, as were the strained, loud moans and cries of pleasure the captain released.

Gina could feel her balls smacking against the undersides of the captain’s rippling glutes as the Machina rutted like a beast.

Sometimes it sounded like the captain was making words, but they were distorted by the many gasps and groans, their fingers desperately trying to cling to any grip on a perfectly smooth surface of the war table.

Yet, as much as Gina delighted in those words, she just couldn’t help herself, and silenced the human with another impossibly deep kiss, sealing their mouths together and making the woman’s neck bulge with that probing tongue, plunging into her throat and wrapping around her own tongue with overwhelming dominance.

Again, Gina fed the human some more M2, jelly-like in its consistency, rolling down the Machina’s tongue, undulating motions helping it along until it was on its way to the captain’s gut, joining the rest that was already permeating the very cells of her organs.

Gina could feel the captain’s pussy quivering around her cock, the constant leakage of orange M2 keeping things nice and slippery and slowly making the human stretchier, letting Gina get even rougher.

She was repeatedly impacting the captain’s cervix now, but instead of agony, it was pleasure, garbled moans of ecstasy distorted by the deep kiss emanating freely from the human, who was barely resisting now from overwhelming pleasure.

They suddenly spasmed, tightening up around Gina’s cock; an orgasm that wracked their whole body, arching their back as much as they could manage beneath Gina’s frame.

The rippling of that climaxing pussy… it was so wonderful to Gina. Wonderful enough that it massaged the Machina’s throbbing member all the way to the edge… and then, with a few, final thrusts, Gina slammed home, burying her cock as deep as she could in the pussy she’d claimed, tip of her cock penetrating the captain’s cervix after Gina angled upwards just slightly, the captain screaming in ecstasy into Gina’s mouth, who moaned luxuriously in return as her cock pulsed with each heavy orange load of M2, the Machina’s balls tugging upwards with each pump.

The human was spasming and shaking, barely able to endure the stimulation they received, a Machina’s climax lengthy when they wanted it to be, especially if it meant corrupting a human thoroughly, Gina pouring a large volume inside of that soon-to-be-transformed womb.

And in doing so, orange M2 sprayed from her breasts, though with how firmly pressed against the captain’s they were, it was a messy trickle in every direction over the human’s globes.

At some point, orange M2 lazily spurt from between Gina’s cock and the woman’s stretched vulva, the tiniest bulge appearing in her belly, squashed against Gina’s.

But time wound on, and so the lusty climax came to a close. Gina stopped pumping M2 cum into the human’s pussy, breaking the kiss with the long extraction of that flexible tongue, letting the captain breathe, panting weakly, chest heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

Gina planted a gentle kiss on the woman’s neck, and then slowly pulled free, steely cock shooting one last small rope of orange across the woman’s subtly bloated belly.

Gina stepped back and returned her feet to the deck, admiring her handiwork.

“You’ll be one of us soon, dear sister~” Gina crooned, happy to know that was sufficient.

The captain shook their head hazily.

“N-No more… I can’t...” she breathed, sounding exhausted.

“Oh, I think I’d rather top myself up so I’m full when I go into the station, much as I might have a few more loads in me… though, I don’t think you’re quite done~”

The captain gave a confused look, before a ravenous, lusty giggle caught her attention, as a half-corrupted human leapt up onto the table over the captain’s head; it was the XO, except now, after having had a Larva merge with them, the synthetic beast now embedded in their chest between two freshly grown breasts, having formed a new core, and made the man a hermaphroditic woman, cock throbbing and leaking as dark geometric lines criss-crossed their body.

They stared at the captain with corrupted orange eyes, parts of their body starting to form glossy black machinium casing, already well into Category 2 state and progressing nicely to Category 3.

And they were all too willing to help their captain join the fold faster.

“I’ll leave you two together~” Gina said with a blown kiss. “Have fun now~”

“What?! Nooo!” the captain cried, before the corrupted XO descended upon them, the sounds of moans and clapping groins reaching Gina’s ears as she left the bridge in search of a Support Machina to top up her reserves of M2, grinning and licking her lips.

Chapter 4

Summary:

With the assault now loud and underway, it is time for ABYT to join the fray, doing what she does best.

Copyright 2025 ©️ Gaden Kerensky All Rights Reserved. Do not use for AI.

 

ABYT may have been still in the lower launch bay of the transport, but internally, she was digitally fidgeting with nerves and excitement; tapping into the Cluster, she was well aware of everything that was going on. Gina’s success with the frigate distraction ensured it was out of the picture early, and the last of the fighter CAP had been dispatched.

Now, it was going to be a close fight inside the station, against fortified positions, and potentially armoured units. Those she was confident she could deal with. And her loyal Scorpion Types were ready to head the charge with her.

Markha was in another transport, ready to assault the positions from her point of entry; the plan being ABYT would cause the largest ruckus, leading the frontal assault whilst Markha led a secondary action to try and divide UOF forces; they’d naturally prioritise ABYT, as the Queen, but they wouldn’t be able to ignore a flanking force either.

Markha, of course, had her own advantage, being a former Colonel in the UOF; she knew their tactics and procedures, and had a good intuition on how they’d adopt and change their tactics in the face of evolving Machina threats, even if she lacked a constant connection to secret UOF tactical meetings.

But more than that, having seen what the puppetmasters of the UOF really thought of its troops, and still having some guilt over being modestly privy to that sort of thing, Markha more than ever wanted to bring UOF troops into the fold. To save them from being potentially sacrificed by people who cared nothing for their lives, and not in the fashion of a military leader who reconciled with themselves spending lives for the greater good.

Markha had been the latter, who was decisive and willing to ‘do what had to be done’, but not so devoid of empathy they didn’t ever feel bitter about it. And always assumed responsibility for it.

ABYT didn’t feel right telling Markha to not try to atone for any perceived sins. Especially if that ‘atonement’ meant routing UOF positions so ABYT’s troops could fuck them into submission.

That made her lick her lips.

But time came for focus, as signals over the cluster intensified; she was about to drop.

[Good luck, ABYT] Markha said over the cluster.

[Good hunting] ABYT replied.

[Oh, I’m sure it will be~] Markha assured.

They both shared a giggle over the cluster, before ABYT shifted her attention, ramping up power levels in her throne.

If she still had a heart, it would’ve been racing. Her core heating up seemed a close enough sensation.

She even took a deep breath, despite having no lungs to fill; a psychological thing, ‘before the plunge’.

Except, it was literal in this case, as the specially tailored bay doors opened up, and ABYT fell from the ship onto a loading dock below, large hangar doors ahead already opened up, some smaller doors locked tight for transferring freight. Breaching that would require some delicacy, in order to prevent a decompression disaster.

ABYT’s Machina were already on it, overriding the locks and getting ready to cycle the airlock.

They were still in vacuum, but ABYT could hear the electronic buzzing and chatter of her fellows all around her as they coordinated with near-perfect efficiency.

ABYT strode forward, seeing various equipment for maintaining fighters, including some munitions strewn about, and several fighter craft that appeared to be in various states of repair. It can’t have been easy, doing maintenance work in a vacuum environment, though at least they had the station’s gravity to make things a bit simpler.

She rubbed her belly, feeling the Larvae within stir, as if sensing a chance to fulfil their duty was near.

Over a dozen more waited in her throne, ready to be released, including some specialised variants meant to milk penises for every drop they possessed.

ABYT reached the door, just as it opened, and there was just enough space for her to fit her whole bulk inside.

At least twenty Machina joined her, others looking for nearby ingresses, Machina joined her, including several of her tough, fast Scorpion Types.

They were Machina who were integrated into mechanical scorpion bodies from the waist down, in a fashion not dissimilar to ABYT and her throne’s form, and possessed powerful and durable claws that could both crush and peel heavy armour, and delicately restrain people. Furthermore, they could use them as protective shields to defend their humanoid torso, though they were not as effective as dedicated protective Machina with larger barriers. Just enough to push less thoroughly entrenched positions.

Their stinger, however, was their most dangerous tool; capable of shooting a pressurised shot of M2, and piercing armour and personnel alike to deliver a corruptive injection, a quick strike could paralyse a human’s motor functions, if the Scorpion Type wished it, but subject them to a potent arousal and eventual corruption.

And it could strike fast yet with the appropriate control to not cause a serious traumatic injury, when it had the power to punch into light to medium armour, and naturally leave behind a corruption vector, though naturally less effective compared to dedicated Injector types.

They were all ready to go, though ABYT knew there was going to be a firing line on the other side. Gina and Markha had warned her of the likelihood.

It would be up to her to push the line and disrupt it enough to let her fellows make some headway.

The airlock bulkhead to the hangar closed. Air rushed in as the pressure was equalised. Every Machina with ranged attack ability readied their weaponry.

ABYT flared her wings, ready to leap.

And then, her blade arms snapped out. She took the metaphorical plunge, and stabbed into the bulkhead door before her with brutal force, almost penetrating straight through.

She slashed up and down, from ceiling to floor, a crack of light appearing.

The Queen stabbed into the steel… and forced the doors apart on their tracks, metal screeching and squealing deafeningly.

She was already leaping as soon as she had enough space, and just as well; a line of UOF troops including mounted coilguns opened fire.

Her Machina loosed a volley of high-velocity M2 into the firing line beneath her.

She let out a manic laugh as her back tentacles unplugged their ends from her throne and splayed out, but she could feel coilgun slugs bouncing off her hardened plates, slowly climbing up towards her torso. She was tougher than most Category 3 Machina, but she needed speed to disrupt this firing line so her forces could spread into the station and disrupt defences.

She landed amongst the UOF position, and the soldiers panicked as several more tentacles burst from her throne’s underside, lashing every which way to knock soldiers off their feet, disarm them, restrain them, and otherwise do everything to dissolve their cohesion.

She could hear an officer giving commands, and so she prioritised him, carefully stepping over human soldiers who desperately fired at her with their inadequate personal arms, too weak even with coil-assistance to harm her throne.

Several were on the ground, trying to scrape gluey M2 off their bodies after being struck. It just made them more vulnerable when ABYT’s Machina reached the position, overrunning the metal portable barriers and bunker fortifications.

A mobile pillbox was unleashing a storm of heavy machine gun fire, so ABYT stabbed her blades straight through the top and injected a heavy dose of M2, ready to turn that pillbox into a lusty tomb for its gunners.

Terrified shouts and lusty giggling filled the area as the UOF ranks broke down. The officer ABYT was going for realised that things had gone wrong, and instead of trying to salvage the situation, called for a retreat to positions further along… whilst grabbing for a disposable rocket launcher.

He took aim at ABYT and fired, but with quick actions, ABYT brought her blades before her and caused the rocket to glance off the scythe arms, spiralling off into a nearby warehouse.

He cursed as ABYT pinned him with tentacles from the bottom of her throne, the soldier struggling as the tendrils coiled around his limbs. Behind ABYT, moans started to waft up from the disorganised fighting position as those Soldiers who weren’t able to fall back were in the process of being mounted, ridden or dicked down, fed copious amounts of M2 or given Larvae in order to facilitate quick corruption.

That was the real linchpin of the attack; to corrupt as many humans as they went to bolster their forces and overwhelm the defenders… and make sure no one missed out.

They couldn’t take too much time fucking their quarry, they had to press on, several of ABYT’s scorpion types advancing towards the end of the freightyard, a high wall with a security door separating the rest of the station from the industrial areas that ringed the perimeter. Above the wall were heavy plexiglass panels between sealed girder framework. There were several of these walls, all designed to limit the impact of an explosive decompression event should an external bulkhead or part of the dome be breached. These rings were further broken up by more walls dividing the station like spokes.

They weren’t particularly thick walls, nor were they especially reinforced. But it still made it a bit easier for the UOF to engage in retreating defence.

ABYT stared down at the UOF officer beneath her, who was desperately trying to fight against one of the tentacles binding his arms so he could unpin a grenade at his belt. She waggled her finger at him admonishing him.

“That’s not very nice you know, you could hurt yourself~” she teased him.

“Go to hell!” he spat back.

“Ah, I’m afraid if I went there, too many other Queens will be fighting over the souls~”

He growled, but that only made ABYT more amused, bringing one of her back tentacles down to latch its claws onto his crotch, the tight armoured suit just padded thinly enough that humans wearing it could readily feel themselves being groped… and he could feel the tentacle’s tongue rolling against his groin, making him gasp softly.

ABYT looked down at him with a soft, lusty grin, before bringing another clawed tentacle to grab his helmet, ripping it away and exposing his head.

He was a middle aged man with olive skin, bald but conventionally attractive, dark eyes darting between the tentacles that bound him and the Machina that owned him, his fear obvious. But ABYT could see the temperature rising in his cheeks. She purposely squeezed her breasts together with her upper arms and bounced them with her forearms crossed beneath them, swaying her torso to make them shake side to side tautly.

She had to lean quite far over, of course, her belly was still terribly swollen.

The man began to grown, still trying to free himself from ABYT’s grip, but she could see his defiance waning, as he turned to see the rest of his troops being fucked into submission, Machina quickly – if a bit reluctantly – finishing their sex, cumming into the humans or feeding them thick doses of M2.

Meanwhile, Machina that had entered from other areas were beginning to appear, some carrying canisters filled with Larvae, releasing them onto the hapless humans, some holding onto their payloads to unleash them in the next area.

She saw several Assaulters flying over rooftops, drawing fire and otherwise being menaces to isolated UOF troops.

They may have had time to prepare, but not too much time. They were still in the middle of organising the defences.

It seems ABYT happened to choose the dockyard with the most prepared defences; Markha reported over the Cluster that her insertion point wasn’t so entrenched.

That suited ABYT just fine. Now there were multiple infiltration points, and it’d be much harder for the UOF to mount a consolidated defence.

Still, they were yet to breach the inner sections…

The man beneath her moaned, and she licked her lips.

“Time to get that precious genecode of yours~” she crooned.

She lifted the tentacle away from his crotch, now smeared in green M2 fluids. It’d degraded the suit, allowing the claws of the tentacle to easily tear away the suit and his underwear, letting his erection spring free.

Within moments of it standing to attention, the tongue from the tentacle coiled around his girth from tip to root, ensnaring his balls in the process, swirling and rolling around his sack whilst the rest of the length spiralled tightly and slickly.

He moaned and started to thrash, but he was less defiant now and more fearful. He was realising that he was done for and that the pleasure was only going to make his fall all the more tantalising.

Precum began to leak from his tip, its salty taste pleasing to ABYT. But that wasn’t what she hungered for.

Her tentacle dropped slowly, and inch by inch, swallowed the man’s cock until the soft orifice was pressed to his root tightly, allowing the claws to firmly latch onto his crotch, locking into place.

And that was when she began to milk him.

His eyes widened, and he started protesting, feeling both the tentacle’s tongue constantly twist and spiral around his girth, whilst a stimulation suction and a squeezing rippling was imparted upon his cock, pressure riding his length from root to tip, clenching and grinding firmly upon his glans, the textured synthetic flesh of the tentacle tailored to bringing maximum stimulation to any dick caught within.

And the longer his skin remained in contact with the constant M2 secretions, the more sensitive he grew, and the deeper the nanomachines slowly infiltrated his body, passing through his epidermis, through the fatty layer, into the many capillaries and blood vessels, and into the deeper reaches of the h i s penis, infiltrating the blood tha t bore his erection, and thus slowly spreading throughout his body.

It was less efficient than a direct and healthy injection or dose of M2, but if efficiency was everything, the Machina wouldn’t ever bother fucking people. And that’d be rather dull.

His moans intensified, and he started to whine.

“Stop, please!” he begged.

“Stop~? But I’ve only just started~” ABYT retorted with a small laugh as the man’s whining moans pleased her ears.

Around her, UOF troops were either stripping their armour or starting to assimilate it into their bodies in the case of those that received Larval mergers. They began to fuck their Machina captors, or each other as their bodies slowly changed, many playing with themselves, men and women alike submitting to the M2.

It was a wonderful sight, but ABYT didn’t want to waste too much time here.

She intensified the potent milking upon the officer’s cock, and his eyes practically bulged as he was subjected to merciless stimulation, the man arching his back and writhing in reflex.

He started pleading for her to slow down, to show some mercy, but his struggling and wriggling had excited her primal side, looking down at him with almost manic glee.

But to speed things up, she silenced him… by latching a second of her back tentacles onto his face, forcing its slippery tongue down his throat.

His gurgling chokes and moans were overshadowed by the sounds of ecstasy around ABYT. And she further suppressed his vocalisations when that tongue deep in his mouth began to pump thick green M2 right down his gullet, his neck bulging just that little bit more than the tongue already did.

He slowly started to go limp, unable to muster the strength to resist. And then, a strained, choked groan left him, and his hips bucked erratically, several thick ropes of cum siphoned up by the voracious tentacle and its milking tongue, drawing up the seed to be processed for its precious genecode.

It was a substantial load for a human, but small compared to the average Machina. Once he ascended, he’d get to enjoy painting humans too.

Once his orgasm largely subsided, she pulled her tentacles away, half a foot of tentacular tongue sliding out of his mouth as sticky residue strings stretched between the metallic tendril and his face before breaking.

His cock still throbbed, and was now etched with geometric lines, a forerunner to complete corruption… and she was sure it’d grown an inch.

He shivered and moaned, his exposure already sufficient that soon he’d be an utterly aroused mess… and after that, well on his way to evolution.

ABYT smiled, and released him, stepping over him as several other free Machina joined her.

By now, the majority of ABYT’s forces had entered the station, small contingents remaining outside to run security, though they’d be getting plenty of ‘captives’ to satisfy them.

Now, numerous non-combatant Machina were ready to take positions in secured rear lines, to repair injured Machina, to foster the growth of infected humans, and to generally consolidate their gains.

And of course, making sure escape was impossible… and this included ABYT’s Spider Types, a fresh development of hers.

They spindly ambush predators waltzed in with a sinister hunger; they were not Attacker Class Machina, but they weren’t meant for combat, instead tasked with finding places humans might run to, and setting up traps like their webs to snare anyone that came by.

They were free to have their way with anyone they caught, laying their eggs inside people and wrapping them up in M2 silk cocoons that would ensure their corruption.

They were odd and unsettling in a way ABYT found delightful. An unexpected side effect of the Machina chosen to undergo the process, personalities befitting of a hungering trapper, devious and a little playfully sadistic, but in a manner cooler and less aggressive than some of the other Attacker Classes like the Scorpion type.

Markha reported that her detachment was cleaning up the outer sections of the station, but were ready to push on.

ABYT too was ready to proceed, but made sure to task small units to either mop up and search for holdouts, or seal off other sections until they were ready.

The humans rapidly converted via larvae were going to remain in the outer sections, to assist the clean up units, even if they were not wholly equipped for combat.

She looked up, and saw an Assaulter in their air with her legs locked tight around a man’s hips, his cock buried inside her as she sprayed M2 from her nipples into his mouth forcibly, fucking him mid flight.

She giggled at the sight, before marching down the street towards the next wall.

Coil rounds pinged off her throne from a nearby warehouse, and she leapt at it with speed deceptive of her size.

Clinging to the side of the building, she moaned as she unsheathed her much larger member concealed in her Throne, and laughed in pleasure as she ejaculated a wide spray of M2 all across the level, several screams audible as she invariably doused several UOF soldiers in gluey M2 that rapidly ate away at their armour, trying to find weak points to infect them.

At least three Attackers breached the building, carrying a canister of Larvae with them. ABYT could hear the weapons fire as she left it behind, and soon the guns fell silent and moans and laughter took their place.

There were only a few additional stragglers in the industrial sectors now, but ABYT felt a little wary; their intelligence suggested that the defences and forces present weren’t as sufficient as local commanders wanted, but the outer defences seemed oddly limited.

[Markha, you think the next section is where they are going to be most concentrated?] ABYT asked over the link.

There was a small delay, and a brief feeling of euphoria over the link before Markha replied.

[Ahhh… ah, yes, they were pulling back here as well. We should expect greater force concentration in the next ring. And likely, many civilians still in the process of evacuating to the central hub shelters or sheltering where they are. As long as we keep them out of the line of fire, we should have no issues having our fun with them~]
Markha let out a sigh. ABYT could sense, over the Cluster, that it wasn’t just at the thought of corrupting more humans… she was busy fucking a UOF trooper.

Some of her seriousness then returned.

[But I also anticipate we’ll see armoured and mechanised units. We’ll have to prioritise them quickly.]

Just then, Gina interjected into the conversation.

[I’m ready to assist the main assault now. Fully loaded and ready to push to the reactor core. I’ll make sure to infect as many soldiers on the way~]

ABYT giggled, enjoying the former Agent’s enthusiasm.

[Have fun, Gina~ And when this is over, you can fuck as many humans as you want~]

[Assuming there’s any left to corrupt, ABYT… especially knowing you~]

Gina signed off with a laugh, and ABYT shared a giggle. But then, she steeled herself as she approached the bulkhead door to the next section, looking it up and down.

It wasn’t nearly as reinforced as the airlock bulkheads, expected to be resilient enough for emergency situations and not the typically consistently higher rigours exterior doors deal with, especially in dockyards.

But she also knew there was likely another firing line behind the door, and going on the schematics they’d obtained with their intelligence, there was a lot more space, giving it was the main commercial and residential section of the station. Still quite tight compared to the much larger Ypres station, Salt Lake built far earlier, but roomy enough for armoured vehicles and mechs to operate more efficiently.

So, she had a different idea, walking to the left side of the door, along between the wall and an administration building. She found a nice space to enact her plan, whilst directing the Machina with her to breach the main door on her order.

Then, with a quick steeling of her artificial nerves, she impaled the wall with her scythe arms, piercing it clean through and cleaving open a nice hole large enough to fit through, the front legs of her throne helping to peel open the groaning bulkhead.

She immediately came under fire, but it was far less concentrated than if she’d gone through the main door, gathered UOF soldiers quite a distance away entrenched at an intersection for personal vehicles. They were quick to react, but their heavy weapons were not, all trained on the door.

Several rockets came her way, and the bigger guns were turning to bear, but she was already taking flight, feeling projectiles ping off her throne and her body.

Again, she landed amongst the troops, and used her bulk and deceptive speed to utterly disrupt them, summoning every tentacle she had to throw them into chaos, knocking soldiers off their feet, crushing mounted weapons, stabbing portable bunkers with her scythes to peel them open or inject M2 into them.

And before they were able to concentrate too much fire upon her, she gave the order, and the bulkhead door opened, Machina pouring in.

The two sides exchanged fire, and the fight got brutal; as much as Machina avoided causing harm, that didn’t mean they were exactly soft, breaking the occasional bone and causing the occasional open wound, though any injury was quickly followed up, where possible, with a quick dose of M2 to the affected area; the humans would heal and transform in the process.

But even then, as much as ABYT liked aggressively hunting people, she wasn’t so fond of hurting them. She’d rather play.

The position was quickly overrun, with Machina quick to infect every soldier they could pounce on, though there was little time to indulge. More Larvae were brought forth, and applied to as many of the defeated soldiers as possible.

ABYT felt a pang of grief and sorrow when she sensed one of her Machina go offline, their last report being exposed to a fireteam of UOF infantry; even without coilguns, concentrated rifle fire could take down Machina if they weren’t careful or got unlucky. That Machina likely took too much fire to the face.

ABYT at least took solace in the fact their consciousness was now joining the Main Cluster in slumber, ready for rebirth when the Omega rose.

Whenever that was…

She set aside her distress and continued to push, using several injector tentacles to rapidly deliver irreversible doses of M2 into any soldier in reach.

Overhead she saw Assaulters zip through the buildings, taking fire from the ground, though they had a certain advantage; as heavy duty as the dome was, it couldn’t withstand concentrated fire from heavier weaponry. Even using what they were was a risk, only mitigated by the targets in their way and the many buildings and reinforced bulkheads on the other side.

There we re n’t any such barriers between the flying Machina and the protective dome. And unless the UOF forces resorted to scorched earth ruthlessness – which was a possibility, it was why Gina was heading for the reactor core – the Assaulters were able to more freely move about the air, at risk mostly from fast reaction auto turrets equipped with lighter weaponry.

ABYT was getting information from them as well, giving her a more thorough understanding of the middle ring of the station that the schematics couldn’t show, like how entrenched troops were towards the wall encircling the central hub. They had fortified many buildings near there, and they’d be hard to flush out.

There were also many civilians still being evacuated, caught between the outer line of defences, and the inner line.

She had to deal with the first layers quickly, and then she could really start a cascade that’d ensure this siege would eventually crumble.

A UOF soldier picked up a guided missile launcher, aiming it at ABYT, the Queen receiving all sorts of laser warnings, her own ECM doing its best to thwart the missile before it launched.

But the Assaulter swooping down at speed to force the soldier into the ground before jabbing her wasp-like stinger through his armour and into his back with a modest glee certainly thwarted the launch better.

ABYT laughed at the display as the man received a heavy dose through the Assaulter’s stinger. The wasp-like Machina returned the laugh, before flying off to attack another victim.

Turning towards the hub, she saw the final line of the outer defence layer, and it was at this point, she decided to unleash a secret weapon she’d been saving for just this moment.

She made a leap for a nearby building, climbing onto its roof to avoid fire, swatting down several recon drones that had yet to be picked off by the Assaulters.

She practically galloped down the other side of the building, finding herself almost lateral to the line of portable fortifications… and there, she rose up on her legs and curled her throne’s abdomen between them, opening the abdomen’s maw… and releasing a small payload of specially bred larvae that took on the form of massive centipedes.

The several-metre long synthetic creatures looked reminiscent of the normal Larvae, only with broader bodies, sharp pincers at their heads, and many, many legs.

They skitter-slithered across the ground at speed, their hardened plates, more resilient than a typical larva’s, allowing them to better resist regular rifle rounds as they raced into the defensive lines before heavier weapons could be brought to bear, just in time for several of the Scorpion-types and heavily armoured Beetle-Types to charge the line whilst they were bombed from the air by Assaulters.

The Centipede Larvae coiled around their victims, using their mandibles to bite through the weaker neck padding of UOF armoured suits and deliver potent doses of M2 venom that both paralysed and caused intense, irresistible arousal.

The Centipede Larvae could not merge with humans, however, they were no longer fit for that purpose… but they could quickly sweep through any group of humans who did not adequately defend against them, delivering swift bites and restraining priority targets.

And with the other Machina sweeping across the defensive line, it was only a matter of time before soldiers were in full retreat, receiving covering fire from various buildings in front of a park, which was ABYT’s next objective.

Markha was making slower progress, but she reported that ABYT’s push had caused chaos in UOF communications, with officers calling for other units in the station to move to try and counter the Queen… which, with the limited amount of forces, left them vulnerable elsewhere, especially as more Machina units began to enter the station in different areas.

ABYT listened in on these comms, and eventually heard a call for a general fall-back to the final wall, and for units that couldn’t effectively retreat, to at least slow down the Machina.

Their planning had been paying off; ABYT only had a few hundred combat Machina in her Cluster, at least two hundred accompanying her on this attack. Against a thousand or more UOF troops.

But with many of them being distracted by smaller numbers or even individual Machina taking the time to enter the station from different directions, whilst the outer ring was cleared and overtaken by freshly corrupted humans, the odds were evened out… and reinforcements weren’t likely coming.

ABYT’s attention was immediately caught when she saw a UOF mech round the corner of a building ahead, stomping along a road next to the park.

It held the intersection there, and began firing at every Machina it could see, launching several missiles that wavered in flight a little as they struggled to overcome ECM.

ABYT let out a determined cry, and charged the mech, but she did not make it easy, ducking and leaping, running along the side of a building and carving out chunks with her scythes in order to spray concrete, steel and glass towards the mech to provide just that little bit of extra load to its targeting systems, which were sophisticated enough to filter out most extraneous particles that might get in between it and its target.

She leapt off the building, wings flaring as she directed her short, rapid leaps, feeling heavy coil rounds glance off the edges of her throne.

It fired a missile at her, but she managed to deflect it with a sharp swipe of her scythe arms, causing it to detonate just behind her, but the anti-armour munition wasn’t very threatening with its warhead facing away from her.

The mech started backing up, and its free arm raised in preparation for close-quarters combat, but ABYT could tell the pilot was trying to get some distance, likely starting to panic.

That made her grin as she closed in for one final leap.

The Mech tried to shoot at her, but it was too late, and she pounced upon it, front legs wrapping around its midsection as her throne’s rear legs supported her.

And then, she brought both scythes down hard, piercing straight through its armour at the shoulders, sparks flying and cleaved servos grinding pitifully.

And ABYT’s whole body heaved with delight as she tugged on the mech, pumping M2 into it through her blades.

The machine tried to struggle, it tried to get its gun to bear on her, tried claw her off with its free hand, but its arms were badly damaged from where her blades had pierced… and its systems quickly began shutting down as the M2 invaded every wire, pipe, circuit and conduit.

She moaned softly as she leaned her body against the ‘head’ of the mech, shivering and tugging on the machine again, the motions of her Throne simultaneously predatory, and oddly salacious.

The torn metal around where ABYT’s blades had pierced began to bubble, and machinium-like growths began to manifest around the edges.

Inside… well, ABYT could imagine what was happening to the pilot, as cables and conduits burst through into their cabin, subverted by the M2 and transformed into ad-hoc tentacles as fresh ones repurposed the material of the mech to attack and drown the hapless human in writhing tendrils, getting into their suit, attacking their body, stimulating their genitals, piercing into their skin and injecting M2 directly, as the nanomachines ABYT provided were now self-sustaining in their assimilation of the ‘mech.

The leg actuators buckled, and the machine fell backwards as ABYT let it go, licking her lips as bright-green M2 dripped from the tips of her blades like a wicked venom.

She stepped over the fallen machine, legs tapping against its sizzling frame, but just as she passed it, ready to advance upon the park, she heard a small bang.

Through sensors on her body, she was able to look behind her, and saw that a front hatch had popped off… but all ABYT could see was a slowly writhing mess of dark Machinium tentacles… and a single gloved hand reach up towards the air, twitching and straining for freedom, before it was coiled up and drawn back into the squirming mess.

ABYT grinned, licking her lips. And she rubbed her still swollen belly, having fought through two lines of UOF troops still carrying her larvae.

But she knew their time was soon… as in the distance, she heard the panicked shouts of civilians as they fled from the park.

Now was the time to really cause some chaos.

Chapter 5

Summary:

Gina's mission continues, taking her into the bowels of the station, dealing with threats as she goes. As she reaches her objective, tackles a trickier challenge.

Gina gave the Support Machina a deep, affectionate kiss after she had tended to Gina’s minor damage, deftly assisting Gina’s own self-repair capabilities with their fingertip micro-injectors, as well as providing a fresh supply of M2 to be processed into Gina’s own… via a nice thick load right into her pussy, and a second into her ass.

It was a pleasant way to replenish oneself, and Gina was half-tempted to dick the Healer down in return, but the Growler still had a job to do.

Gina gave the healer a parting giggle, before making her way out of the frigate, passing by newly transformed Machina and partially corrupted humans who were well on their way to ascension, the smell of sex and the sounds of pleasure making Gina shiver pleasantly.

She took the docking umbilical instead of an airlock, able to have a pleasant stroll right into the station, where many new Machina were already milling about, Gina able to sense their ravenous desire for pleasure just by being near them, many making provocative gestures at her, some still a little crude with their communication, as even connection to the cluster could take time to properly educate a new Machina, especially if their corruption was swift.

They desperately wanted to fuck, and seemed especially envious of the few among them that got that opportunity… by being the ones that corrupted the ones who were envious.

It was a funny dynamic, but at least it ensured the outer industrial ring was now firmly in control of ABYT’s forces. Gina, however, had to stay focused, she had an important job to keep. She accessed the cluster, and contacted ABYT.

[I’m ready to assist the main assault now. Fully loaded and ready to push to the reactor core. I’ll make sure to infect as many soldiers on the way~]

Gina felt a giggle over the link.

[Have fun, Gina~ And when this is over, you can fuck as many humans as you want~] ABYT answered.

[Assuming there’s any left to corrupt, ABYT… especially knowing you~]

Gina chuckled to herself, but she remembered that she was tasked with ensuring the reactor could not be made to self-destruct under any circumstances.

So speed was of the essence from now on.

Gina passed by a foursome, with a single half-corrupted Machina taking a cock from three others in each of their holes, their moans and shrill cries of delight making the Growler’s body shiver.

She approached a door connecting one of the outer ring segments to one adjacent, where a Machina stood guard, as a partially corrupted UOF soldier sucked her cock with gentle guiding motions from a hand to their head.

The Machina smiled and nodded.

[There’s an access to the maintenance network running beneath the station. Most of it’s blocked and sealed, but we’ve detected weaknesses in some of the sealed bulkheads. Might be a bit of a maze, but easier to get to the reactor than through the city, even if forces are a bit stretched.]

She moaned aloud, pouring cum down the throat of the utterly lust drunk soldier.

[I’ll be able to manage, and thank you, sister~ Have fun with your friend~] Gina answered.

[Oh, I shall~] The other machina giggled, and started thrusting her hips rapidly into the human slowly losing their humanity.

Gina smirked and passed through the bulkhead door leading to the next industrial sector, where a large elevator, enough for several forklifts, was descended into the bowels of the station.

Gina jumped down and arrested her descent with her thrusters to land with only a modest clank.

There, another Machina was busy releasing a small swarm of Larvae from a canister, dusting her hands once all the little critters were released into the tight passages to look for weaknesses or vents that hadn’t been sealed, openings that had been missed.

This Machina smiled at Gina and gave her a kiss as she passed by, heading to the elevator. Gina caressed the other’s breasts before they went their separate ways.
The Growler frowned as she peered down the gloomy passages, the metallic floor rattling with each step. She tucked in her wings and antenna as much as she could, it was rather tight moving forward.

Only red running lights and the occasional blue marker light lit the passages, bathing everything in an unsettling red, with the cones of blue from the ceiling feeling like places of sanctuary from the encroaching dark.

Not for Gina, her eyes pierced the gloom in more ways than just the visible spectrum. She could see it all, especially the welded metal plate ahead of her.

She pressed her hand to it, and though the welding was rather haphazard, it was rather sturdy, and a quick punch confirmed it was reinforced behind it, and even though she put a deep dent into it, that’d take too long.

She doubled back and found another passage, and another plate, but this one had already been broken open. Ahead, she spied a larva that had nested itself into the floor, breaking itself down and forming the beginnings of Machinium growth. A single Larva could form itself into a hive, with time, but often enough time they lacked. UOF and REPAIR learned to be thorough when cleansing facilities they’d successfully defended.

But as long as this attack succeeded, the many, many nascent Machinium growths would quickly turn this entire station into ABYT’s new crowning jewel.

Gina continued, making several turns and finding another steel plate, but this time, she felt it yield to a punch. She smirked, and brought up her gun, switching it to Directed Energy mode.

Several super-heated blasts later and she was able to force the metal plate open, clattering to the ground as parts of its edges glowed with slagged metal.

She kept going, finding several more weak panels she forced her way through, before having to dive quickly as a sentry gun fired at her with a remote coil gun.

She shot the turret, but not before it left a small hole just above her right breast. She winced, feeling what amounted to pain for her as orange M2 leaked like blood, but she was largely fine. The perks of being a much tougher Attacker type.

She stomped over to the slagged turret and ripped out some of its electronics, stuffing them into the wound. Her M2 ‘blood’ would make use of it for self-repair.

She kept going, keeping cautious as she advanced, though her electronic monitoring equipment was proving less effective in the tight environment; she could connect with the Cluster just fine, but anything else struggled amongst the dense and complicated mess of metal and concrete, and there was oddly very little in the way of monitoring systems for her to hack into; she came to a junction box and jabbed her tail into it, but found no cameras ‘below-ground’ she could access, just a lot of sensors for monitoring machinery and structural integrity.

The sentry guns must have been set to IFF-targeting and left off any network… smart. And spoofing IFF would’ve been only marginally useful, as they had developed targeting systems to visually identify Machina… and Machina stood out compared to humans.

She rounded a corner, and discovered another sentry gun. She popped it quickly before it could open fire. But behind it, a latticework of laser trip mines, their sensor beams invisible to the naked eye. Some were set to have sensor cones.

She could see them in the right wavelengths, but she was loathe to set them off; sometimes she felt the rumbling of an explosion above ground, but down here, explosions were probably a greater risk factor. And she didn’t want to make her mission pointless by causing a cascading failure that jeopardised the integrity of the station.

She looked around for any other way through, and discovered a hatch leading to a level just below. She opened it and slithered her tail down; she couldn’t see with it visually, but it gave her enough sensor data to realise it was safe.

It was cramped and parts of her equipment snagged on pipes. Sometimes, being larger than most humans was a problem, but she was able to sidle her way through and came to another hatch, this one welded shut and guarded by more mines. But there were fewer of them, so she was able to disable them relatively swiftly using her tail and fingers, before shooting a hole in the hatch to stick her tail through. She detected a sensor beam, and carefully pulled the rest of the hatch down to give her room to access the mine.

She disabled it and pulled herself out of the pit, now on the other side of the laser mine corridor.

She had to bypass several more such sentry gun and mine traps, including one that she had no choice but to painstakingly disarm each and every mine.

She could tell the battle topside was heating up, but they were about to unleash obscenity upon civilians. The amount of corruption about to occur would ensure the station fell, the UOF unable to resist the explosion in numbers of ABYT’s forces, even if most would not be suited to combat… though some new Attackers would surely be born.

Ahead, though, Gina heard voices.

“C’mon, hurry up with those mines, man!” a man hissed.

“You just get that sentry ready, we need to get out of here,” the other growled in return.

Gina crept up to a corner and peered around it, seeing two UOF soldiers setting up a sentry and more mines.

If they were in the process of setting these up… that likely meant there wouldn’t be more ahead of her. She wondered why they hadn’t done it ahead of time… or maybe they did, but they weren’t finished by the time of ABYT’s attack.

She smirked, and switched her gun to darts.

She took aim at the soldier setting up the sentry… a quick high-pitched whizz sent the solid dart straight through his chest armour, likely embedding half an inch into his torso.

He let out a winded, shocked gasp as he was knocked to the floor. The M2 in the Dart would already be pouring into him.

The other soldier dropped the mine he was holding and turned towards Gina.

“Bimbot!” he cried out, one of many slurs humanity had for machina, picking up his rifle off the floor.

Gina laughed and charged down the passage as he began to unload into her, but he was panicked and his shots were unfocused, pinging off her body and ricocheting into the s urr ounding environment, though thankfully deflected rifle rounds were not all that dangerous even here.

He ran out of ammo just before she reached him.

“Shit shit SHIT SHIT!” he blurted out.

She slammed into him knocking the wind out of him. Gina quickly pinned him with a salacious laugh, and ran her tongue up his helmet. He was shivering and squirming, but there wasn’t a thing a human could do beneath a much stronger Machina.

“Please, don’t!” he begged.

“Please, do~” Gina crooned, and ripped off his helmet.

She was initially shocked how young he looked, probably just barely 18 years of age. Likely signed up just around or before his birthday. And probably only recently completed training.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and utterly afraid. She felt sympathy for him, but it also made her want to utterly ravish him. She, alas, didn’t have time for that. It made her a little annoyed, really.

So instead, she drew her long, orange tongue up his face slowly, firmly, depressing his skin and making him whimper as a semi-translucent orange trail followed behind her lick.

Then, she lapped at his lips… before thrusting her tongue between them, parting his jaw a little and making his eyes go wide. He let out a panicked sound of confusion, and tried to break free of Gina’s grip, but it was hopeless. Her breasts squashed against his torso armour and leaked M2 across it. Her lips met his in a deep, firm kiss, working her jaw away as if she were trying to suck the life out of him, before finally pumping M2 up out of her throat and into his mouth, guiding it down his gullet with her own tongue.

She gently rubbed her synthetic, segmented muscle to his utterly inferior tongue, though Gina found it rather cute. At times, she wished she could keep some people human, just so she could forever enjoy the pleasurable torment she could inflict on them.

He gurgled as she fed him her M2, Gina moaning softly and arching her back. He began to squirm some more, fingers clenching into fists as her M2 affected his mind and his nerves, her synthetic pheromones serving to calm him a little and make him more susceptible.

Eventually, she finished her corrupting kiss, and pulled her tongue out of his throat. The soldier coughed a few times and rolled onto his belly.

“N-No...” he whimpered.

Gina leaned down and kissed the side of his face.

“I’ll find you later~ Maybe you’ll still be mostly a man, and I’ll get to have my fun with you~” she told him, and left him with another kiss.

She did feel a little sorry for him. It was not a pleasant thing to feel like you’ve let your people down. To be so utterly defeated. Even thinking one was betraying those they swore to protect and serve.

But he would wake up soon enough, and realise the joys and the future the Machina could realise.

She disarmed the two soldiers, the one she shot with the dart convulsing in corrupting pleasure, M2 nanomachines in sufficient doses quick to overwhelm a human’s nervous system with stimulation and render them incapable of resisting.

With a lusty sigh, she left the two behind, and continued onward, finding her path rather clear from this point onwards, though as she got closer to the core, she started encountering sentry guns again, though they were quickly dispatched.

She eventually began descending stairs and ladder shafts, until, eventually, she reached the outer shell of the reactor core, disarming two more UOF guards and jamming their comms equipment before they could call for help.

She wanted to keep a reasonable amount of M2 in reserve, so she instead gave them a smaller dose with each kiss she gave them, and restrained them with repurposed bars from railings she ripped off and bent into crude shackles. Once their corruption progressed far enough, they’d break down the bars for material and be freed.

Gina hacked the door, and slipped inside, already able to feel the thrum of electricity and power from the fusion reactor at the heart.

She passed by elevators and staircases leading above ground, to the central hub section of the station, worker access no doubt.

There were even more sentry guns that slowed her approach, and she frowned at this, knowing that her presence was now known to whoever was guarding the reactor core.

She destroyed the turrets as she went, weaving into corridors and side passages, at one point passing by a cowering worker hiding in a small substation room. Gina blew her a kiss, and promptly hacked the door, locking the woman inside with a panicked cry.

The Growler encountered a UOF fireteam, holding the entrance to the control room with a mounted coilgun . It was a terrible approach, not a lot of cover. It’d be great if any of those UOF soldiers she’d taken out prior had some stun grenades or similar, but they were largely ineffective against Machina, so they only ever carried frags, HE, or marker smoke grenades and beacons for directi ng strikes or marking positions.

There were some experimental stun grenades meant to temporarily disrupt Machina systems, but none of these poor fools had any.

She did, however, have an idea, switching her weapon back to Energy mode.

She waited a split second, and then popped out. The reaction time of the soldier behind the coilgun was just slow enough that by the time he fired, Gina had already shot the ceiling above them, causing molten metal and sparks to rain down on them, Gina only catching a glancing round in her shoulder.

Their suits would’ve protected them easily, but it surprised them for a split second, allowing Gina to quickly switch to M2 shots.

She raced up the stairs and fired accurate shots at the heads of each soldier, only getting a few rifle rounds pinging off her body, stopping one from readying a grenade launcher.

But the soldier behind the coilgun managed to get one last shot off before he himself was smacked in the face, the round catching Gina in the gut, almost stopping her in her tracks.

She grimaced, and looked down; her body had stopped the round, but it’d penetrated just slightly, orange M2 trickling around the deformed slug. Her body had hardened just enough to limit the impact, but still, she didn’t like the way it marred her.

At least the round was acting somewhat as a plug, and the trickling M2 would quickly break it down to help repair the wound.

But now, there was nothing stopping Gina breaching the control room, hacking the doors and forcing them open.

There was another fireteam inside, as well as several civilian operators.

She laughed and shot the soldiers in sequence, rushing into the control room and weaving around them, preventing them from getting shots on her.

The civilians screamed as she dispatched the soldiers, throwing one into the glass overlooking the main reactor chamber.

She lowered the power on her weapon and shot each of the reactor workers in the head, coating their faces in orange M2 they had no choice to ingest, bar one, whom she pinned against a control panel, and forced into a deep kiss, feeding a small dose of M2, enough to subdue them.

She pulled back from the salacious kiss and let her tongue sweep through the air in satisfaction… before the glass shattered as a coil slug pierced it, almost hitting her horns.

She backed off with surprise, and then realised, down in the reactor chamber… were four REPAIR Agents.

Along with a large amount of explosives. A very large amount of explosives.

Even if it didn’t trigger a catastrophic reactor explosion, which likely wasn’t possible now the control room operators were subdued, unable to set the conditions to make it possible, it’d still potentially blow the reactor complex itself out the bottom of the station… or at the very least, cause a disastrous chain reaction.

She couldn’t allow that.

She peaked again, only briefly, agents were faster to react than regular troops were, she knew that well.

But a brief glimpse was all she needed, having snapped several high-resolution frames. The four were in the standard-issue skin-tight pale orange-brown jumpsuits all REPAIR agents wore, a special design meant to work with their RM, rather than relying on additional armour… even if it was so tight they looked naked. Not that Gina minded now, she liked the look.

What caught her attention was they were all Rank C Agents. Fairly inexperienced, possessing only basic cybernetic replacements and augments. T he ones aiming to become combatants were well trained , but often far less specialised than higher-ranked Agents, and definitely less skilled owing to their inexperience, as most didn’t deploy to combat.

Only one of them appeared to be Hermaphroditic, their flaccid member contained in an external cradle. Quite fetishistic, but Gina didn’t hate it anymore. She just wanted to free it.

They were a mixed bunch, a dark-skinned woman with short, pale hair; a brunette, the hermaphrodite, with blue eyes and sharp facial features and a slight tan; a youthful looking Agent with orange hair, green eyes and freckles; and another young-looking but curvaceous agent with curly blonde hair and brown eyes and pale skin.

All looked utterly delicious to Gina, but they seemed prepared, even despite how scared they looked, to sacrifice their lives to ensure the detonation.

Which made Gina wonder why they were even here to begin with; Rank C agents were typically research staff or trainees, given basic augments and RM in order to resist M2 corruption. Yes, with training, they were more threatening than regular humans, but normally Rank Cs engaging in combat tasks would be led by a Rank B agent, like she used to be.

To have an entire squad here without a Rank B leading them seemed negligent at best, even if, prior to this invasion, the risk to the station was only deemed moderate.

In the back of her mind, it made Gina angry they were expected to sacrifice themselves after effectively being left alone by their superiors.

That was more reason than ever to help them.

“Come out, Machina, and we’ll show you humanity won’t back down!” one of them shouted.

“Forget it,” another hissed, likely the leader, “and finish arming the charges. We can’t let them win here, we can’t let all those people become monsters.”

Admittedly, as much as Gina wanted to ravish them, it did fill her with rage and contempt over how willing they were to sacrifice innocent civilians just to deny humanity’s best and only hope at a true future, and rage over how they were sent here without any superior Agent leadership. Their dedication was being exploited to use them as potent sacrificial pawns.

But, they were only Rank Cs, often the most naive Agents around. Still, they were Agents all the same, and they could wield Coilguns just fine.

However, at that moment, Gina’s trump card skittered into the control room, and she grinned.

She switched to basic slugs, and shot out the windows of the control room… and let the dozen or so Larvae crawl across the walls.

“Larvae! Shoot them!”

The characteristic zappy twang of coilguns signalled their immediate distraction, and Gina leapt into the fray; the reactor chamber was a circular room with a large metallic shield atop of the core itself, which could lift up for maintenance and other operations. Giving Gina enough space to utilise her flight as she shot bolts of superheated energy at the agents’ legs.

If they were Rank Cs, then their limbs should at least be cybernetic, so taking them off would only be moderately traumatic, and easily fixed as they ascended.

Though it was preferable she didn’t have to. Regardless, she needed to disable them somehow so she’d have the chance to overwhelm their RM, otherwise they’d be able to resist corruption.

They kept together, calling out targets, showing decent teamwork, managing to destroy several Larvae. However, their tactics were… predictable, textbook. Everything Gina learned, and everything Gina had to adapt or improve as she learned from experience. Training always changed as the war progressed, but these agents were nonetheless rookies.

So Gina decided to remind them of the part of their training about the chaotic nature of fighting Machina… by remotely hacking into the reactor systems.

She turned off the lights, and then on again, rapidly, erratically, creating a strobe effect that disoriented them just a little.

Gina couldn’t raise the reactor, but she could make the guide rails for it ascend and descend from the floor and ceiling respectively, making it harder for her to manoeuvre, yes, but also disrupting the agents’ line of fire.

She pulsed the fire-suppression system, filling the chamber with small amounts of toxic chemicals that made the agents’ cough a little, though their augmentations would allow them to handle it, as would their RM.

She opened and shut doors repeatedly, making them clang loudly, she sounded sirens, she briefly shut everything off and then set things normal for but a brief moment before plunging the chamber into chaos again.

And through it all, the remaining larvae harassed the agents, and Gina fired energy bolts and coil slugs at the agents, whose cohesion was beginning to break down.

And just as well, Gina was running low on coil slugs, though a glancing energy bolt to a leg caused the brunette Agent to collapse to the floor, which led to them immediately being pounced by a Larva, who clung to her chest tight and immediately unsheathed the phallus concealed within the tip of its tail.

She tried to stop it, but the larva was just too fast, and it thrust its tail into her mouth, rapidly shooting a load of M2 into the Agent’s throat in order to attack her RM. It would attempt to merge with the agent to further add strain to her RM, but until the fight was completely over, its success was far from certain.

But as far as Gina was concerned, that Agent was out of the fight.

The next to go down was the young redhead with freckles, who, in a moment of panic, missed a close range shot at Gina, who promptly picked her up and pulled her into the air.

The Agent cried out for help, but Gina had other plans, swooping down and knocking the dark-skinned agent to the floor.

After that, she dragged the now disarmed redhead over to one of the doors, and brought it down upon her legs. And locked the door in place with just enough force to pin the agent in place, not crush her limbs, though Gina made sure it was her legs and not further up, just as a precaution, since her legs were cybernetic.

The dark-skinned agent attempted to get to her feet, but before she could, Gina practically skated past… and used her tail to wrap the agent up tight, causing her to squirm and try to struggle. Gina thanked ABYT and the M2 that her tail was that dexterous.

It was then that Gina aimed her gun at the dark skinned Agent’s back and promptly shot her several times with the Growler’s darts, enough to cause a battle within the Agent’s body between her RM and Gina’s M2.

She let go of the Agent, and let them crumple to the floor, Gina trampling on the woman’s gun before finally cornering the last Agent.

The young woman trembled, her gun shaking as she tried to aim.

Gina smirked and slowly approached, prompting the Agent to panic and open fire, but the Growler was able to swiftly sidestep and then stab the weapon with the sharp antenna upon her tail, disabling it.

The blonde pulled the trigger several times, but the weapon buzzed and sparked uselessly.

She looked at her weapon, and then the Machina, eyes wide with terror. Gina simply grinned salaciously, before pushing against the agent’s chest and pinning her to the vertical guide rail for the reactor, Gina moving close and sliding two fingers between the agent’s thighs, starting to rub against the blonde’s pussy vigorously through the material of her specialised jumpsuit.

She squealed immediately, and tried to resist, beating against Gina’s machinium body, and compared to a regular human, the agent’s augmented strength did give Gina some trouble. But a firm pin and Gina wasn’t too concerned about the agent breaking free as she continually circled the blonde’s clit through their jumpsuit, alternating between rapid gyrations against that slowly erecting nub and vulva, and up and down rubbing, Gina curling her fingers for that bit of extra pressure.

“Noo!” the agent cried, but her voice seemed to leave her when Gina ran their tongue up her cheek, slowly and firmly.

The Agent’s jump suit was no doubt currently working with her RM to prepare to resist any M2 contamination.

But that didn’t mean the suit was entirely impenetrable.

Gina smirked, and slowly disconnected her weapon from her arm, letting it clatter heavily to the floor. She didn’t feel in too much danger, several larvae still survived and milled about, ready to act a moment’s notice on any of the pinned agents, particularly the hermaphrodite fighting the Larva fucking her mouth. But Gina had ordered them not to intervene otherwise, just let her observe the four agents so she could react to them as the Larvae did.

With both hands free, she gently gripped the blonde’s neck, before sliding her tail between the agent’s legs, prompting fearful squirming as the sharp antenna of the tail neared their crotch.

Gina held tight onto the woman’s hips to keep her still, all so she could surgically slice open the woman’s deceptively durable jumpsuit, but they were better at resisting M2-based attacks than physical trauma.

Now the woman’s pussy was exposed, and Gina resumed her impassioned fingering, prompting even higher-pitched squeals from the agent, Gina’s digits gradually curling deeper between the blonde’s labia.

The agent grew wet, and the rapid ‘schlicking’ sound was audible to all except the agent desperately trying to regurgitate a load of M2 pumped into her mouth by the Larva latched onto her.

The others all had desperate looks of defeat, the redhead trying to free herself from the door, the silver-haired agent grimacing and trying to get onto her knees and elbows, shaking as her body fought the invading M2, some of which oozed with the traces of blood from the three darts embedded in her back. They both watched helplessly as their comrades were violated, the blonde crying out as she clutched the arm that held her neck.

Gina grinned, and leaned close to once again firmly lick the agent’s face, this time undulating it messily from side to side, before trailing her lips down to the blonde’s vulnerable neck, the machina nibbling and planting rough, sucking kisses to the vulnerable area, shifting her hand to the agent’s shoulder so she had room to orally attack the woman’s neck with impunity.

Her whines were fuel to Gina, enjoying her corroding resistance, though Gina needed to give the woman a strong M2 dose soon so her synthetic pheromones would have an affect; on their own, they barely had an effect on an uncompromised agent, the RM agents possessed more than sufficient to resist and counter the synthetic pheromones meant to calm and moderately arouse humans.

But the pleasure the woman felt from Gina’s relentless fingering, now slipping deep and making even wetter noise, was mounting. Gina made the feeling more impossible by suddenly and rapidly flicking her thumb across the agent’s exposed clit.

It was enough to make them scream out suddenly, and spasm as orgasm rocked their body, even their cybernetic limbs quaking, their knees almost knocking together.

But before they could buckle, as the agent began to drop, Gina suddenly grabbed the back of the blonde’s head and pulled their still open mouth onto the machina’s opposite breast, Gina’s free hand moving to grope and massage her boob with salacious fervour, moaning and arching her body with erotic motions, grinding against the agent as they forcibly ‘lactated’ into the blonde’s mouth.

The agent’s eyes were wide, and confused, muffled sounds left her lips, but she couldn’t stop Gina feeding her sweet orange-glowing M2, even as she squirmed and tried to fight.

Gina moaned, grinding her cock against the agent’s thighs, before swapping the agent’s mouth over to her other breast, giving her a double dose of M2 ‘milk’.

Eventually, Gina pulled away, the agent sputtering orange liquid from her mouth as she dropped to her hands and knees, trying to spit up the corruptive fluid. Would it be enough to completely subdue her? Possibly not, but it’d weaken her. And that was enough for Gina, instructing a larva to jump on the agent’s back and use its tail to bind her arms.

She let out a yelp as the critter did so, forcing her into a compromising position, whilst Gina walked over to the agent just about to pry the larva off her face.

The agent’s shaft throbbed painfully in their cradle, the sight making Gina lick her lips.

The Machina strolled behind the agent, and promptly hauled them onto their feet, as Gina pushed the back of their head between her large, and now moist, bust.

The agent resisted, but they didn’t dare try to beat on Gina, lest they let go of the larvae slowly pumping its reserves into their mouth, its sharp legs beginning to finally merge with the agent’s jumpsuit, but not their body.

Gina knew how she could help the disadvantaged critter; she had to empty out the brunette’s RM reserves… and the best way to do that was to wring out some nice, healthy loads, Gina salaciously groping the bulging cradle with firm, rolling motions, massaging the shaft and the balls all at once, causing the cock to strain even more. With some help from Gina, the cradle eventually came undone with a small snap, leaving the Machina free to fondle and caress the agent’s junk, whilst groping the brunette’s breasts with eagerness. The agent gave Gina an angry sideways glare up out of the Machina’s cleavage , but Gina was happy to return the look with a slow lick upside the woman’s cheek with that long, synthetic tongue , making them wince.

The agent’s cock firmed up further, and the ridiculously stretchy bodysuit seemed to cling snugly around the shaft, the darker material form-fitting the cock until it looked like a throbbing dildo. The absurdly flexible material despite its tightness was a result of how it was designed to enhance RM distribution, and how that reacted with body and suit.

For Machina, it made agents absurdly sexy.

Gina grinned and licked the agent’s ear, whilst wrapping her fingers around the now erect shaft, clad in dark, glossy material, and began to stroke.

With how smooth it was, she almost didn’t need to lubricate the member to get a nice, rapid pumping rhythm going, just a delicately balanced grip.

But Gina wanted to go faster, and so she briefly let go to smear her palm with residue lingering on her breasts, and once more returned to the rapid stroking.

She alternated methods by focusing on the tightly clad glans, rolling her palm against it, fingers digging and sliding around the rounded sides and the defined corona, each powerful throb and pleasured whine from the agent just further encouragement.

Occasionally, Gina returned her attention to those trapped testicles, still held tight within the bodysuit.

Intermittently, Gina paused groping the agent’s breasts to gently and affectionately pet the Larva currently trying to break down the agent’s suit and merge with the brunette’s body, fighting against the RM that resisted any attempts at corruption. A bit of encouragement between playing with the agent’s glorious mounds, Gina flicking her fingers over the well-defined nipples.

Maybe REPAIR should invest in suits that didn’t need to form-fit curvaceous bodies. Though Gina decided they shouldn’t, because it was proving terribly fun. She was beginning to understand how ABYT felt when the Queen corrupted her.

She laughed, and started stroking faster, fast enough to produce a lewd sound.

The agent let out muffled cries, but they were ultimately unable to stop themselves, and with a defeated moan, began to buck their hips, their cock throbbing into Gina’s still rapidly pumping hand as the RM-laden cum caused a balloon to form and sag at the tip of their twitching shaft.

A shudder coursed down the agent’s spine, and their grip on the larva seemed to weaken a little.

But Gina was not done, proceeding to rip the material clean off the agent’s crotch, exposing their dick to the air of the reactor chamber… and to Gina’s direct, slick touch, the balloon of cum left in the torn material spattering on the floor.

Gina’s still slick hands were perfectly lubricated, and though her second handjob was slow to start, making gentle twisting pumps and fingertip scouring the agent’s glans, periodically drifting down to fondle those now freely hanging balls, the Machina rather quickly picked up the pace, only pausing to massage those jewels, tugging on them with downwards strokes of the agent’s sack, before resuming.

The slick noise returned, and this time, Gina could properly appreciate the precum oozing from the agent’s throbbing tip, the brunette desperately trying to wrench themselves free of the Machina’s grip, to no avail. Gina could sense how the agent’s RM was now struggling against what remained of the larva’s load, and if Gina weakened the agent further, even with less M2 stored, the larva’s merger process would be more than enough.

So Gina started pumping even faster, a wicked laugh leaving her lips, unfurling her impossibly long tongue to lick at both of the woman’s ears.

The agent’s distressed whines of pleasure and fear were a fierce cocktail for Gina, but the Growler could only imagine what kind of Machina this agent would become.

What they’d all become.

What she could mould them into, in ABYT’s service.

They weren’t the comrades she knew, but they were Agents all the same. Gina had a compulsion to corrupt them stronger than toward any regular human. She had to free them from REPAIR.

And she was happily doing so, rigorously stroking the brunette to yet another orgasm, their body beginning to shiver, as Gina had never really allowed them to recover from the last orgasm.

And try as they might, they couldn’t stop themselves once more bucking fiercely into Gina’s hand, spraying thick ropes of RM-laced cum across the floor.

Something must have clicked just then, because Gina sensed something within the Agent with her scanning systems; it seemed the agent’s RM had been destabilised just enough to tip the balance. A loud moan ripped through them, and they seemed to shudder in orgasm, spurting yet another, smaller load from their dick and sputtering from their pussy.

Their RM was starting to run away now, and was swiftly becoming M2. She was done for.

Gina licked the side of the agent’s face, their eyes rolling upwards as their knees buckled, and the Machina let the agent fall down to the ground, shivering and squirming, unable to stop their evolution now.

Satisfied, Gina turned to the redhead whose legs were still pinned beneath the door. She grunted and exerted herself, trying desperately to free herself, and failing.

“Let me help you with that~” Gina remarked with a small chuckle, sauntering over and looming above the pinned agent. Gina raised the door, and then slid the freckled agent across the floor, still facing down.

She tried to get up, but Gina promptly pinned her back down by laying atop of her, slotting that thick artificial cock up between the agent’s glutes, an obscene, salacious croon leaving Gina upon feeling how the squirming redhead rubbed their ass against her cock inadvertently.

Gina laid herself heavily over the agent, pinning down their wrists and almost crushing the woman’s neck with her blue and orange breasts.

“No, I don’t want to become a Machina, get off me!” the agent cried, trying her best to fight back.

Gina shushed them reassuringly.

“Becoming a Machina is our next step as a civilisation~ You’ll understand~” Gina explained, gently rocking her hips and grinding against that splendid, bodysuit-clad ass.

Precum dripped onto the small of the agent’s back, leaving orange streaks across the material. But Gina wanted to paint the woman more deeply than that…

She lifted her hips up a little to curl her tail down, and deftly sliced open the suit to gain access, dropping her hips down to rub the tip of her cock to that neat little pussy, grinding firmly and splaying the labia to expose the pink flesh between. The freckled redhead squirmed desperately in response, Gina lathering on quite a bit of M2, which was already quite likely being attacked by her RM.

But it was misdirection… for Gina raised her hips and probed her glans at the agent’s pucker, twisting her length at the hole as the agent let out a startled squawk.

“Wait, you can’t be-- it won’t fit!”

Gina didn’t want to hurt the agent, so she adjusted her size… just a little, making sure it was nice and lubricated by returning to grind against the woman’s slicked glutes, smearing M2 precum all over her shaft to get it slick, along with its own ‘sweating’ lubricant.

And then she returned to poking the agent’s back door… and slowly pushed her way inside, the initial residue and the agent’s own basic augmentations, even as a Rank C, enough to make it a somewhat smooth experience.

The agent cried out in shock and strain, but Gina leaked more M2 from her cock deliberately, quick to make sure that the nerves in the woman’s ass were fairly s wiftly affected, even with the agent’s RM fighting back.

But soon, Gina was root-deep within the tight rear, biting her lower lip and grinning as the agent balled her fists and huffed from the strain.

Gina pulled back slowly, constantly leaking and smearing M2 from her tip until only the glans was trapped by that tightly squeezing pucker… and then she slammed back in with enough force to make the woman’s cheeks ripple and her body as a whole jolt.

A breathless gasp left her lips, before they turned to whines of intense stimulation, Gina quickly adopting a quick pace, repeatedly slapping her crotch against the redhead’s glutes.

The moist claps resounded around the reactor chamber, as did the Machina’s and agent’s moans.

“It’s insane, stop it!” the agent called out, but Gina detected the hint of pleasure in her breathy voice. The M2 was dulling the pain and enhancing the sense of pleasure… and the agent was just perhaps that bit more attuned to pleasure due to her RM.

Or maybe in spite of it.

Gina didn’t know what this pretty little redhead got up to with her fellows… but she suspected this team was more than a little familiar with one another.

She was an agent too. Getting augmented, the RM infusions… it made them… Machina-like. Even if she thought the suits were ridiculous to an extent, she didn’t mind getting ‘intimate’ with her teammates.

She hoped she could do so again, and open their eyes like ABYT opened hers.

She started thrusting faster into the agent beneath her, though for a moment she paused hilted within the agent, gyrating her hips and stirring up the woman’s ass, the Machina luxuriating in the wonderful tightness, before once more resuming her prone-bone.

The agent was crying out in stimulation now, their head pinned beneath Gina’s bust, the Machina looking down imperiously and salaciously, her balls slapping against the agent’s pussy with each thrust. The woman’s slit was quite moist now.

And with only a small building shiver as a warning, the agent quite suddenly came, crying out in ecstasy, juices trickling heavily onto the floor.

It was then Gina decided to ‘finish’ the woman off… and with a loud, salacious and victorious moan, buried herself to the hilt once more and came hard, balls tugging upwards with each powerful spurt unloaded into the agent’s rear.

A long, meandering whine left the redhead’s mouth as she was filled with orange M2, a final spurt leaving a long streak from rump to head as Gina pulled out and lifted away from the quivering agent.

That amount of M2 would be enough to overwhelm a Rank C without trouble.

Gina stood up, and shook her hair, cock still bobbing.

She sighed, but now, there was one more to deal with…

Gina turned slowly, looking over at the silver-haired agent, still shivering and resting on their arms and knees, hands balled into fists.

Their wounds had already been healed by the M2 now, and Gina could tell the corruption was progressing, giving the embedded darts were now misshapen lumps in the agent’s back, creeping lines of machinium growth, like little veins, spreading out across the agent’s bodysuit.

Gina crouched next to the agent, and leaned low enough to whisper into the agent’s ear.

“You don’t have the RM to resist corruption, agent. And the more you resist… well, the more explosive the release will be, not that there’s much difference either way~” Gina explained.

The agent bared her gritted teeth.

“Go… to… hell,” she growled.

“Me? What about you? You were tasked with a suicide mission to destroy yourselves and countless innocent people and your own comrades in the UOF, despite the rivalries, sacrificing everyone and everything for… what, exactly? To deny humanity’s best hope? By the Omega, you are only Rank C Agents. You shouldn’t even be in this situation, a combat scenario without a Rank B supporting you! You’re throwing your lives away for nothing. Your superiors sent you into hell, because this station wasn’t low risk. It wasn’t high risk, but all the same, you were never ready to face Machina.”

The agent glared.

“How… would you know… anything?” she spat back through laboured – and subtly aroused – breaths.

Gina offered a knowing smile.

“I was an agent once~ A Rank B who believed in the cause, before I became what I am now, and saw the truth~”

The agent’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“You… an Agent? No, you can’t be...”

“I can be~ And now I’m so much more~ And soon, you and your whole squad will be too~”

Gina then rolled the agent over onto her back, Gina crawling atop of her and hooking her thighs over the tops of the woman’s, grinding her erection against the outline of the agent’s pussy. The woman grunted breathily, before Gina once again tore open a bodysuit with her tail.

She loved how handy it was.

Now, Gina aligned her member with the agent’s pussy… and slowly pushed inside, making the woman moan hotly.

Gina giggled as she filled the woman’s canal thoroughly, and then arched her back so she could bring her lips to the agent’s, kissing the woman intimately all as she began to rock her hips back and forth with gentle force.

Her tongue invaded the agent’s mouth, coiling around the woman’s tongue lecherously, before pressing on to slither into the agent’s throat; she didn’t gag at all, a rather telling sign.

Their breasts rubbed against one another, and Gina murmured lustfully against the agent’s lips, slowly picking up speed, though overall, she was being far more gentle with this woman than the others, or the captain of the frigate.

She liked being tender, on occasion.

Still, eventually a soft clapping filled the chamber, mixing with the moans of the other agents as they succumbed.

Gina could feel the shivering agent beneath her slowly loosen up as they lost the fight against the corrupting M2, their eyes rolling upwards as pleasure overtook them.

Gina moaned as her body rubbed against the supple form of the agent’s, imagining their ascended states.

The thought was enough to make her speed up that little bit more… and then, the two came together, moaning into each other’s mouth, tongues mingling together as Gina forced her cock as deep into the agent’s pussy as possible, feeling the erratically clenching passage clamp around her length. With each spurt of M2 cum, Gina jerked her hips against the woman’s crotch, and surely enough, an orange glow formed in the agent’s belly.

Gina pulled back with a hot, sharp breath shared between them, the Machina’s long orange muscle gliding out over the woman’s lips as she pulled away.

She gave the agent’s lower lip a final parting nip, before standing tall and stretching, satisfied w ith a completed job; the explosives were no issue to disarm, and once she gained complete control over the reactor… well, things were going to go a lot more smoothly above.

But before she got to assuming direct control over the reactor systems, she turned to observe the four twitching agents, the hermaphrodite starting to transform, the larva now fully merging with them.

Gina raised her arms to either side of her, as a number of larvae gathered around her.

“Time for ascension, my fellow agents~” she remarked, as the larvae descended upon the helpless and horny agents, Gina giggling to herself as moans and wet gagging filled her ears as she got to work.

Chapter 6

Summary:

ABYT continues to cause chaos, punching through the defensive lines set up by the UOF, and using every means available to her, corrupting as many humans as possible, civilian and military alike, and thoroughly enjoying herself.

Of course, it's not all fun and games, and the safety of future converts is in her hands. Breaking UOF lines is important, as even her daughters are not invincible.

Copyright 2025 ©️ Gaden Kerensky All Rights Reserved. Do not use for AI.

 

ABYT scanned the park ahead, realising it was a staging area for both UOF troops, and an evacuation point for civilians… and there were still many of them there.

She licked her lips and leapt into the sky, before landing down in the middle of the park, causing a panic, several people falling over, staring up in horror.

“Never fear, my beloved prey~!” ABYT announced. “Your salvation is here~”

Screams erupted as the humans began to run, several soldiers arriving to try and suppress the Queen, but they were no difficulty dispatching, knocking them over as several of ABYT’s Machina descended upon them.

ABYT then chased after a group of humans, moaning as she extended her back tentacles and several from below her throne, walking over the slower humans and laughing as she used injectors to deliver irrevocable doses of M2 with quick jabs to the neck, whilst others wrapped up whatever humans they could reach, allowing her to toss them to waiting Machina, or latch her back tentacles onto their faces, clamping down tight as she shoved the tentacles’ tongues into their throats, pumping heavy doses into the helpless civilians.

Up ahead, she saw a large city square, or at least large by such an old station’s standards. But there were many people, and only a few soldiers.

So she took flight again, laughing as she shrugged off small arms fire from the buildings, which slowly increased in height as she neared the hub.

She came to a hard landing in the middle of the square, sharp legs embedding in the patterned concrete just inches from frightened humans, her landing very carefully measured.

Now… now was the time, to let her babies loose.

She moaned loudly, practically orgasming and spraying M2 from her breasts and pussy that doused some hapless civilians still trying to get onto their feet, as ABYT released the Larvae in her womb one after the other, one happening to land directly on a woman right beneath the Queen.

More were released from hidden orifices between the plates of her throne’s abdomen, several dozen of the synthetic critters now free to bring evolution to any and every human they caught.

The larvae were a mix of the normal strain, and a specialised variety that sported transparent vial-sized canisters flanking their ‘spine’ along their backs, their tail, instead of concealing a virile phallus, possessing a powerful ‘milker’.

Their targets were men, latching onto the hapless males and forcing their tails into the pants of their victims, sucking their cocks into the waiting, moist orifice and quickly coaxing some life into their flaccid lengths until they were being helplessly drained, all as the larvae began to merge with them.

And whenever a man came, his load would fill the little vials atop of the larva, a collection of genetic material to be processed.

Again, it wasn’t particularly efficient, that gene code would be acquired regardless once they were corrupted.

But it was quite a devious bit of variety.

Her Machina once again caught up, routing the earlier lines of defences as UOF troops retreated towards the inner wall that barred the hub.

Civilians attempted to escape that way too. Whether they were being let through or not, ABYT didn’t know, buildings obscured direct views of the final wall, and her Assaulters were busy dealing with more immediate threats.

For now, they’d instead focus on corrupting the humans they could reach with minimum resistance, ABYT seeing one of her Scorpion-types mount a woman, extending a thick, throbbing cock from the back underside of their scorpion-like lower bodies and impaling the human in the pussy, humping away with lustful vigour.

An Assaulter swooped down and plucked a man from the ground, sharing him with a fellow sister of the skies, their slutty laughter overriding his cries of panic.

Nearby, a woman writhed as a larva repeatedly plunged its tail into her pussy, already halfway merged with her chest, geometric lines spreading all across her body, her eyes taking on the dark and amber colours of the Machina.

A few isolated soldiers attempted to fight, and earned ABYT’s rage when they attempted to kill humans in the throes of corruption.

She leapt at these soldiers, causing them to panic as she bore down upon them, throwing them aside with her tentacles, her legs, and her scythe arms.

She pinned one down with a sharp leg, the tip piercing his hard-shelled backpack, and just barely digging into his back without piercing his suit.

He squirmed helplessly, allowing a larva to attack him without issue.

She let the soldier go now that he was done for, focusing on another, ABYT’s tentacles coiling around their limbs and forcing them spread eagle.

The soldier struggled desperately, her cries for help going unanswered as ABYT extended her throne’s enormous cock once more.

She aimed it at the soldier, and with an erotic heave throughout her throne, she blasted the hapless trooper with a massive deluge of green M2, enough to completely coat her. Enough to cause machinium growth to begin on the spot.

The other soldiers were overrun by half-corrupted humans, utterly losing themselves to the transformation thanks to larvae.

Just then, a rocket exploded off of her throne’s machinium carapace. ABYT barely flinched, and did not feel the need to respond to the threat as it was identified as a high-explosive warhead by her sensors. Ineffective against a Queen’s throne.

She turned towards the source, and saw a man in a bright orange jumpsuit hefting a rocket launcher over his shoulder. He was staring in disbelief that the rocket did nothing, but he was clearly a civilian worker, not a soldier. He wouldn’t have known the difference between HE and AP.

She smiled at him, and advanced upon him with speed, laughing wickedly.
ABYT admired his bravery, but she had to ‘reward’ that sort of hostility with no delay.

He fell over backwards as she stopped above him looming over him like a massive predator.

“I like your courage, but it’s dangerous to go shooting rockets off wildly like that~ Allow me to keep you safe~”

She cackled, and then curled her tail beneath her throne, the tip opening up its four ‘petals’ to reveal the slimy, luminous green maw within, four impressively thick tongues extending forth to wrap around the man before he could get up and flee.

She sighed luxuriously as the massive tendrils practically cocooned the man, who struggled and cried out desperately.

ABYT groped and squeezed and rubbed the man in every conceivable place with those large but squishy organs, feeling his bulging erection through his jumpsuit; nobody could stave of arousal for long under such a monstrously lecherous assault whilst having M2 constantly smeared in one’s face.

He screamed in fear as he was drawn head first into the pulsating maw, the orifice closing in around his shoulders and contracting in powerful waves to draw the man up into her abdomen, squeezing him the whole way, practically drowning him in M2 until he was safely deposited into the cavity within her abdomen, enough room for at least four people in total, more if she crammed them in like sardines, but that wasn’t very enjoyable for anyone.

Several other humans witnessed this, and screamed in terror.

She watched some attempt to hide in a nearby garage, but ABYT wasn’t deterred by any door.

She sauntered over to it, and pried it apart with her scythe arms, using the blade of one to impale the hood of a delivery van, roughly dragging it out with enough force it tipped on its side.

Several humans screamed at the back of the garage, one on their back trying to kick themselves towards the wall in terror.

ABYT both enjoyed their fear and saw the need to quell it, sending several tentacles from her throne into the garage and coiling around the legs and torsos of the three she managed to catch, one escaping into the building through an interior door. No matter, they’d be caught soon enough.

She dragged the three others kicking and screaming, two women and a man, out from the garage, stabbing her scythe arms into the building’s facade as she decided to quickly have her way with them.

She lifted herself up on her legs, and once more curled her abdomen around beneath her throne, opening that maw and feeding one of the screaming women to her throne’s mouth, wrapping her up in those tongues, rubbing her breasts and her rump and pushing firmly at her crotch as the Machina ensured she was thoroughly coated and played with before being swallowed.

She figured the other human could do with a friend to pass the time with as the screams of the ‘devoured’ woman were soon muffled, and then faded as she was sucked up into the hungering synthetic maw.

She then focused her attention on the man and the woman still desperately struggling to free themselves; the woman was a fiery red head with pale skin and buxom curves, whilst the man was dark skinned and scrawny, his hair cut short and died bright green, which ABYT rather admired.

She brought the man up and pinned him against the wall, his blue eyes unable to not steal a glance at the Machina’s heavy breasts. Her tentacles released him as she held him up by the shoulders with her own hands.

“A fellow lover of green, I see~” ABYT crooned, the frightened man breathing heavily and unable to speak. He constantly glanced down at the other screaming woman, as ABYT’s throne tentacles started to glide and coil around her, groping her curves, slithering beneath her dark jumpsuit, teasing at her lips and probing around her nethers.

The man wore a slightly less form-fitting two-piece suit, a blue top and grey pants. ABYT smiled, and pinned his arms to the building with her back tentacles so she could freely grope him, making him gasp as she firmly squeezed his burgeoning erection.

She peered down at his crotch, then up at him with a grin.

“You want to know what Machina pussy feels like, human~?” she crooned, caressing the side of his face, the human attempting to shy away from her touch, but he couldn’t stop her nursing his erection in his pants.

Using her other two back tentacles, she ripped his pants off and exposed his erecting member, causing him to panic, especially when the tongues of those two tentacles lapped at his length and his jewels, leaving wet trails behind them.

The woman below let out a strained moan as the various tentacles began to squeeze her and tantalise her, slowly stripping her jumpsuit until she was naked. At that point, ABYT decided to once more hold the man up with her hands, so she could direct all of her back tentacles to the woman.

A clawed tentacle each clamped down on her breasts, the tongues of the appendages swirling around each globe as the orifices within began to gently suck and tug on her nipples. A third started rolling its green muscle up and down between her labia, splaying them with the broad width of the dexterous synthetic organ, before the claws opened wide and latched tight, plunging the tongue into her pussy and making her cry out in stimulation. And the fourth, it started twisting and tracing the tightly clenched pucker just beneath her pussy… and after much probing, and a few wayward licks of the woman’s glutes, the tongue pushed deep, worming wildly and adding to the stimulation she now endured as the claws clamped around her buttocks.

Soon, the cries of fear from the woman were mutated by involuntary moans of pleasure, her body bucking in the grasp of the tentacles.

It was then that ABYT made a discovery; milk trickled from the curvaceous woman’s breasts.

She was lactating!

It was a delightful surprise, and one ABYT was quick to exploit, the tentacles latched to the woman’s breasts intensifying their suction to draw out every drop. She didn’t seem to be pregnant, perhaps a genetic anomaly, or gene editing or some other modification.

The Machina couldn’t fault her for that. But soon, the woman would get to be as milky as they could ever want.

As for the man in ABYT’s grasp, she ground her pussy against his steely erection, smearing M2 fluids against his skin, looking deep into his eyes, his expression torn between fear and stimulation.

Then, she paused… and angled her hips such that she was able to take his dick in one fell swoop, making him moan helplessly from how tight and wriggly her walls proved, already clenching and rippling about the intruding member.

He gasped as ABYT swallowed his length to the hilt, an easy feat given that he was just a human and she was a Machina, larger and practically tailored for taking enormous cocks, but it made her moan softly all the same.

Then, she began to rock her hips back and forth, repeatedly swallowing the man’s dick and scouring its every inch with her irresistibly textured walls, which squeezed up to tug against the sensitive underside of his corona.

A wet, lurid slapping started to sound out, and the man began to slacken in ABYT’s embrace, panting heavily and groaning in intense stimulation his poor human dick just couldn’t contend with; a milking suction and rhythmic rippling, gentle reciprocating twisting at different intervals, in different directions, twisting her flesh about his length erratically, and a gentle vibrating thrum that ensured his M2-infected nerves were at maximum pleasure.

Naturally, there was no way he could last, and soon, he was bucking into ABYT’s pussy erratically, twitching and spasming as he likely had the most intense orgasm of his life.

He deserved a bit more of her time, but all of these humans did. So they could enjoy the twisted pleasure of being a weak human subjected to ecstasies they simply could not comprehend.

She sometimes wished she got to experience it before she ascended.

The Machina promptly sealed the man’s fate with a firm, aggressive kiss, tongue quickly slithering down his throat and making him gag in surprise as her lips meshed tightly to his. She was already pumping M2 through her tongue down his throat, a parade of lumps bulging out his throat rhythmically before she pulled back, green M2 trickling down his lips, the man sputtering in exhaustion.

ABYT smiled, and then lowered him down to the ground, where he began to spasm as the M2 in his system quickly got to work.

Thus, she hauled the woman currently subjected to the tongues of her back tentacles up before her, pinning her to the wall in the man’s place.

She was panting heavily by this point, and she’d orgasmed once already, but ABYT wasn’t done with her.

Her clawed tentacles let go, pale milk spilling from her nipples as those green tongues from the tentacles lingered, lapping what they could before ABYT reeled them back, and then promptly squished her own bust against them.

The woman whined and struggled weakly, pleading to be released, but ABYT simply cupped her cheek.

“You’ll have your freedom… very soon~” the Machina assured. A freedom no human could experience, as the lusty Machina then sealed the whimpering human’s mouth with a kiss much like the man just prior, ABYT shoving her tongue into the woman’s throat, and plunging it in and out like she was fucking the woman’s mouth.

The human squirmed, but they were helplessly bound by several tentacles from ABYT’s throne… that didn’t stop them squirming even more when they felt ABYT’s dick emerge from where her clit was, the nub morphing a little to shift into the tip of the glans of a nicely sized black and green member, ready to stuff the human thoroughly… especially after having her pussy probed deeply by an M2-laced tongue.

She’d be extra receptive by now.

And so, ABYT wasted no further time, and plunged that length deep into the woman’s pussy, tip ‘kissing’ her cervix as the woman let out a stimulated scream into ABYT’s mouth, garbled by the green synthetic tongue still pumping in and out of her throat.

And to top it off, ABYT decided to utilise one of her most beloved tools, even if not for its intended purpose, moaning as she extended her tentacular ovipositor from her pussy and made it twist and rub against the woman’s pucker… which quickly stretched to welcome the new intruder, having been thoroughly stretched by a tongue just prior.

The woman struggled weakly as three different, thick appendages plunged in and out of her now, ABYT thrusting away with her hips with enough force to propagate loud slapping and make the woman’s body jolt.

She too deserved more time with ABYT… a more thorough ravaging, a more tender loving, a more prolonged torment, but there was still a battle to be won and a siege to be broken, reports from her Machina already showing the ring of defences around the inner wall proving to be far more robust.

So ABYT picked up the pace, enough that she forced the woman over the edge with an intense cry into ABYT’s mouth and a seizure-like spasm wracking their body.

And soon after, ABYT moaned loudly and plunged each organ as deep as she could manage, and flooded the woman’s three holes with M2, in varying degrees of force between them, her cock obviously possessing the most force.

ABYT enjoyed being able to cum on command and yet feel like it was a result of the acts she committed.

She pulled her cock out of the woman, and her ovipositor, retracting both back into her body, and breaking the kiss, as thick, goopy Green M2 trickled from all three of the woman’s holes.

ABYT smiled, and laid her next to the shivering man; they’d no doubt end up screwing each other once they grew mad with lust.

With that brief indulgence out of the way, ABYT once more joined her fellow Machina in rounding up helpless humans for corruption.

She saw a man being dragged away by a newly transformed Category 3, screaming as the new Machina laughed in slutty delight.

Elsewhere, a man with tattered pants tried crawling backwards away from a looming Assaulter, his cock erect against his will from exposure to M2.

The dragonfly-like Assaulter smirked, and stepped forward, promptly curling her long, narrow insectoid-tail around, and swallowing the man’s cock to the root with an orifice at its tip, making him moan, as the Machina began to finger herself and grope her breasts, leaking M2 onto his body as she milked his cock.

Ahead, a Beetle-Type pushed forward and used her heavy carapace to shield herself from a fireteam of soldiers, their rounds pinging off her body until she was on them, grabbing one and quickly tearing open their armour, revealing a pussy which was promptly stuffed with a juicy synthetic cock.

The other soldiers attempted to save their friend, but they were suddenly grabbed by a small swarm of half-corrupted humans frenzied with lust, and overcome as they were pinned and stripped.

Everywhere ABYT looked, she saw delicious obscenity, but she knew there were still threats.

Such as when an APC suddenly wheeled around the corner of a building, its autocannon-equipped turret turning to bear on several of ABYT’s Machina, whilst the defensive RWS turret atop, armed with a coilgun, began to take aim at a group of half-corrupted humans…

ABYT saw red, and would not allow such a heinous act, pouring on all her speed as she charged the APC down, forcing it to turn its guns on her.

The coilgun RWS began to fire, ABYT using her scythe arms as an impromptu shield, strong enough to deflect the shots but inappropriate given their narrow size, but it was enough to close the gap before the first autocannon round was sent her way, a quick duck ensuring it deflected off her throne.

Soon, she was upon it, the RWS attempting to unload on her. She sliced it off.

It popped thermal smoke, attempted to escape, but ABYT stabbed her front legs into its sloped frontal hull, pinning it down as she loomed above it, and impaled her scythe arms into the turret, wrenching it this way and that before ripping it away with several bright showers of sparks, throwing the entire ammunition silo in the unmanned turret basket with it, and exposing the terrified crew.

ABYT showed no mercy, and extended her throne’s massive cock and shoved it into the exposed compartment, flooding it with an enormous load of M2 that splashed over every operator within.

With the APC neutralised, she continued onward towards the wall, knowing that the cascading growth of new Machina and corrupted humans would take the pressure off her combat forces, Markha reporting that she was splitting only a handful of her forces off to cover the other sectors, as access between them was made easy for the growing horde of Category 2s and new 3s.

ABYT suddenly paused, and looked down; the ground where she was standing seemed a little different than elsewhere, and each step felt less stable.

She leaned over, and stabbed into the ground, and ripped off a large slab of concrete, exposing a small maintenance tunnel network packed with terrified civilians hiding from the Machina.

They screamed, and ABYT laughed, quickly plucking several from their hiding place with her throne’s tentacles, but the rest were quickly retreating where she couldn’t easily reach.

So, instead, she widened her stance, and released a cloud of green-tinged M2, small electrical generators in her wings sending a powerful charge through the M2 that let it float and linger, acting as a potent gas that afflicted anyone who was caught in it with an intense arousal and natural M2 infection.

It flooded the tunnels, subduing anyone who couldn’t avoid it.

Alas, it was a short lived cloud of area denial, ABYT unable to produce too much, or prolong a charge and maintain such a cloud, like some Machina, but it was very useful for quickly flushing out humans in hiding or clearing some space around her for a few seconds.

A man nearby, who crawled out of the tunnels to attempt to flee, dropped to his knees, panting heavily, and involuntary bucked his hips as an erection raged in his pants. A woman just a little further ahead was rolling on the ground in agonising arousal, groping herself as though she couldn’t control herself.

ABYT let them be, walking over as she rounded a corner, and discovered what appeared to be a large stack for the station’s atmospheric processing system, distributing breathable air throughout the sectors.

She walked up to it, and stabbed the cylindrical exhaust, pumping M2 right into it, hoping to corrupt the system slowly, but at least, in the immediate area, cause this exhaust to taint the air it released, making the atmosphere itself a lusty hazard for the humans still hiding from ABYT and her growing horde.

She passed the stack by, rounding a nearby corner, and finding some amount of surprise as a car suddenly barrelled towards her at high speed. Its electric motor whined as it was pushed to its limits, a woman at the controls.

The driver aimed for ABYT’s legs, seemingly a defiant attempt to take ABYT down.

It was not an effective strategy, and ABYT brought one scythe arm down upon the hood of the vehicle at an angle, in such a manner as to cause the vehicle to spin out around the impaled blade, rather than cause it to come to a dead stop, metal screeching as rotational forces twisted the hood and electric engine around the sharp blade.

Airbags deployed, and the woman behind the wheel was stunned.

ABYT promptly used her other blade to tear off the roof of the car as the airbags deflated, revealing the dazed human; their brown hair was cut short, and they seemed to have a tight-fitting jumpsuit marked with the symbol of a sports brand. An athletic type, perhaps.

Her physique seemed to support that, slender yet toned. And the suit only accentuated this.

She groaned and rubbed her head, and realised only too late that ABYT was still standing, looking down at her with a grin.

“Shit!” she cried out, attempting to flee the vehicle, but ABYT quickly caught her with the clawed tentacles attached to her back.

The human screamed, and struggled defiantly, kicking and throwing fists as best they could despite their limbs being restrained.

ABYT laughed softly, and brought the woman close, making them wince as the Machina slowly and luxuriously trailed her hands across the human’s slender frame, cupping their breasts and fondling their glutes.

Inferior they may be, but ABYT enjoyed touching them. Especially groping them when they wore such slutty suits.

Sometimes, ABYT thought about having a similar suit made for her… or some other Machina, just so she could grope and touch them until they beg to take it off.

Alas, ABYT was being requested to attend to a position near the final wall before the hub section itself. She’d not have a chance to play with this human until later.

So, instead, ABYT raised herself high upon her legs, and pulled the woman’s face in for a deep kiss, the human making startled sounds, eyes wide as they were forcibly kissed, gagging shortly after when ABYT’s tongue wormed into their throat and pumped a small amount of M2 into their body, retreating and letting them cough, before pulling them below, ABYT curling her throne’s abdomen around to take possession of the woman, her panicked cries filling ABYT with a sense of primal glee as the tongues of her throne’s maw reached out and wrapped around the writhing human, sliding between her thighs and curling between her glutes, wrapping around her torso and depressing her breasts, utterly smothering her face in fat synthetic tongue flesh and snaking around her legs, all of the appendages constantly worming against the helpless woman as ABYT drew them into her abdomen, the walls of the ‘throat’ squeezing around the human in rippling waves and keeping them constantly smothered in slimy artificial flesh, soon to join the two other humans within ABYT’s abdominal cavity, who were already fucking each other relentlessly, their bodies gliding around one another with lurid slickness, utterly coated in M2 secretions.

They were sure to appreciate a third.

At that point, ABYT continued onward towards the wall, the sounds of battle in front of her heating up, whilst the sounds of fighting behind her grew faint as the great orgy began.

She leapt between tall buildings, until she landed near a former UOF position atop of a car park, several combat Machina waiting for their Queen.

She was quickly briefed, via the Cluster to keep things short.

[My Queen, we have pushed the human forces back to this last line of defences, and have directed the freshly created Category 3’s to create a cordon to head off any retreating civilians. Unfortunately… the UOF have already gunned down several.]

The news made ABYT’s metaphorical blood boil. She enjoyed a good fight, delighted in preying on humans, enjoyed the cocktail of fear and arousal her presence could bring… but she did not take pleasure in causing harm. She wanted to help these people, help them ascend to the next stage of evolution.

To kill without cause was abhorrent. But she couldn’t be too reckless, despite her rage.

That could cost more lives… a point driven painfully home when she felt the pang of sorrow as another Machina was severed from her cluster to slumber with the Main.

Markha then made contact.

[All UOF forces that haven’t been cut off have retreated to the final line. It’s… rough] Markha admitted.

ABYT had to agree, already linking into the eyes of Machina pushing the defensive lines around the gates into the main hub.

There were hundreds of troops still remaining, numerous heavy weapons and portable fortifications, mines, automated defences with advanced tracking systems, the last of their mechs and armoured vehicles, including several tanks that were seemingly press-ganged into acting as defensive emplacements, likely brought to Salt Lake Station after retreating from a terrestrial garrison that was lost elsewhere in the Jovians; tanks generally suffered on space stations. Their firepower was often more of a risk.

And the walls themselves were unusually thick, though ABYT suspected they were designed so that the hub and an emergency power supply could survive almost any catastrophe. Regardless, it meant ABYT wasn’t carving her way through in short order.

[We could attempt a concentrated attack] Markha suggested. [Gather as many of our forces in one place and attempt to break through. Though we risk being caught in between other positions. Otherwise, we can wear them down until they’re weak enough we can overwhelm them with our newest additions.]

ABYT considered the two options, and decided that the latter was the most sound for their circumstances; if they could keep the soldiers distracted for long enough, they might be able to poke some weaknesses in the overall defence, and when ready, ABYT’s forces could make a push, disrupt the human line, and let the newest Machina sweep over the humans when they were least able to respond.

Had they more combat Machina, and she and Markha more confident, ABYT would’ve certainly gone for the first option.

It’s only been three hours since they first invaded. What was an hour or two more? Though she didn’t think it’d take that long.

Just then, Gina made contact.

[My Queen, I’m pleased to inform you that the main reactor is no longer in danger of being detonated. And I neutralised a REPAIR Agent squad in the process~]

ABYT could feel Gina’s smug satisfaction, and glowing pride, having done something she knew ABYT would love, and Gina was right; an entire squad of REPAIR Agents corrupted? Even if they were Rank Cs, based on the data ABYT was receiving, that was still quite a prize. And knowing they weren’t all about to be unceremoniously blown to bits was a big plus.

[Excellent work, Gina~ I’ve no specific orders for you currently, so go and do what you think will best disrupt the enemy~] ABYT answered.

[With pleasure~] Gina answered.

ABYT was confident Gina was going to cause quite the mess, and Markha agreed.

[You’ve really been waiting to let her off the leash, haven’t you~?] Markha quipped.

[She deserves a chance to go a little wild from time to time, like I’m just aching to do once we sort this little problem out~]

Markha giggled.

[Give it an hour, and those humans won’t stand a chance~]

ABYT grinned and looked back behind her, seeing the beginnings of a small horde of Category 2s slowly turning into fresh Category 3s, and the beginnings of machinium growths in the distance foretelling this station’s inexorable fate.

“No~ They definitely won’t~” she said aloud.

Chapter 7

Summary:

With her main objectives complete, and entire squad of REPAIR Agents subdued, Gina rejoins the main assault, and assists where appropriate. However, as the battle continues, she picks up some interesting transmissions from corporate executives.

Punishment must clearly be meted out to such rats.

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[With pleasure~]

Gina ended contact with her Queen after receiving praise for mission completion, for defeating a squad of REPAIR Agents, and after being given freedom to persecute the enemy at her discretion.

Machinium tendrils grew across the surface of the console she had her tail embedded in, a Larva having merged to the machinery to fully subsume control.

Gina was in the process of seeing what systems she could disrupt, though ultimately all she did was redirect power away from certain doors and facilities to make it harder for people to hide, and easier for Machina to move around.

But she decided to leave the lights on, so people didn’t accidentally hurt themselves fumbling around in the dark.

There were always going to be unfortunate incidents, but as long as there was even a single spark of life left in someone, the Machina could save them.

She pulled her tail from the console, and looked down into the reactor chamber, licking her lips as she spied the Agent squad.

They were fucking each other in a frenzy, halfway into becoming fully-fledged Machina as each now had a larva embedded in their chests.

Their moans were music to Gina’s ears, the Growler unable to help stroking her own cock and groping her own breasts, tongue hanging out lustfully as she watched the brunette with a cock fuck the face of the freckled redhead, whilst the other two agents laid sideways against one another, heads buried in each other’s crotch, eating out their comrade with gusto, all as machinium tendrils snaked out of their bodies and started picking into the floor around them for material to complete their ascension.

They were going to make fine Machina, and she would lead them well. But until then, Gina left them to their lustful devices, and emerged from the reactor room with satisfaction. Her next stop was the surface, heading towards personnel elevators for civilian workers to travel between the reactor section and the main habitation sectors. However, when Gina checked the elevator shaft cameras, she didn’t see anything. But it was odd because they weren’t broken.

She came to one of the elevators, and a ttempted to open the door, but it shuddered and refused. She frowned, and then forced it open, a cracking sound audible as she pried the doors apart; her eyes widened in indignation when she came face to face with a wall of messy concrete.

She checked the shaft cameras again, and discovered all of the shafts leading to the central hub sector had been sealed. Other access elevators remained unblocked. She checked the stairwell cameras, and found they were half flooded with hardened concrete too.

She punched the concrete and broke a sizeable hole in it, but she wasn’t digging or blasting her way through that much concrete in any short amount of time.

Gina wondered where they even got that much concrete to fill the shafts with.

She huffed and turned around, making for one of the shafts she knew to be open and free.

The elevator took her up, and she emerged into a sort of office building with a civilian checkpoint for the reactor workers and other maintenance and service staff to clock in.

Suddenly, a man leapt over one of the clerk desks with a metal bat in hand, taking a swing at Gina.

She caught the bat in her hand and squeezed hard enough to crumple the hollow bat. She smiled and wrenched the improvised weapon out of the human’s hand and quite swiftly grabbed him by the collar of his yellow and grey jumpsuit and pinned him to the counter top, forcing her lips to his and plunging her tongue down his throat in yet another of her corrupting kisses, feeding him an amount of her M2 as he groaned and struggled helplessly.

She didn’t provide too much, having to preserve what M2 she had left after using quite a bit on those agents and other humans. She needed to find a Support-class Machina or other to top her up.

Fortunately, as she left the man to shiver against the counter, slumping down its front, she stepped out into a lovely scene; she was in the middle of the second ring sectors of the station, as a veritable orgy between humans in various states of corruption and Machina unfolded before her very eyes, many fresh Machina mating with their friends, colleagues and total strangers alike.

All were loved among the Machina.

A few of them, however, were older, more well equipped non-combatant Machina that journeyed with the main force to provide all the necessary rear-line support and to corrupt hiding civilians.

A yellow-skinned Machina with strawberry-red energy and M2, especially evident in the large tanks lining the equipment on their back, pumping several half-corrupted humans full of her scarlet nanomachine goop with several tentacles with phallic tips.

Gina approached, and the Injector waved with a smile.

“Gina, hello~!” she beamed, red ‘milk’ trickling fro her nipples. Britney was her name. The cluster made everyone know everyone.

“Hello, Britney~ I don’t suppose you have some left for me~?” Gina inquired with a salacious lick of her lips.

Britney smirked and leaned forward, squeezing her breasts together enticingly.

“Wellllll, it might cost you~” the Injector teased.

“Oh~? How much~?” Gina asked, happy to play Britney’s game.

“When we’re done conquering this station, you can show me how good corrupted Agent cock feels~”

Britney’s price was quite agreeable.

“Deal~” Gina replied.

It wasn’t genuine negotiation, just a bit of quick fun and a promise for longer, raunchier fun at a later date.

With that out of the way, Gina spread her arms wide as well as her legs, and let Britney’s four tentacles coil around the Growler’s four limbs, feeling her ass, her pussy, her mouth, and her cleavage, subsequently stuffed, each appendage pushing deep to begin their slow, lecherous pumping.

Gina moaned salaciously as the twisting, turgid limbs wormed and scraped about in her innards and squirmed between her breasts, already leaking red M2 across her bust and in her body.

They moved faster, Gina’s belly starting to distend as the tentacle penetrated her cervix with exquisite pleasure. Her throat bulged, and the tentacle in her ass reached deep.

Britney herself moaned softly, fingering her pussy and fondling her own hefty chest, squeezing out red M2 with each grope.

Gina watched as a human man crawled behind her and grasped her rump, squeezing her hips and burying his face beneath her tail and deep between her glutes to start eating away at her ass.

She looked down at this and laughed gleefully.

Then, after numerous swift thrusts of each of Britney’s tentacles, the Injector moaned and released her heavy load into each of Gina’s holes and across her chest and face, Gina loosing a muffled laugh as she was inundated with the red M2, causing her to gain a glow in her belly that contrasted with her blue skin.

The tentacles subsequently retreated, and Britney moaned softly to herself before fixing Gina a lusty expression.

“Go get ‘em, sexy~” she encouraged.

“I’ll see you later, slut~” Gina answered affectionately. The two exchanged a parting laugh, and then Gina turned and took a flying leap away from the ongoing orgy, her last glimpse being Britney turning to the man desperately eating out her ass and angling all her tentacles towards him.

Gina passed a pair of Assaulters sharing a captive UOF officer, hanging limp in the air between them, impaled upon their cocks.

Overseeing the battlefield was quite a sight, seeing the growing number of glowing forms on the ground as humans were gradually transformed into Machina, though most of the new Machina were the result of Larva mergers, the rest having to take a longer process.

But towards the outer edges of the middle ring, where the industrial zone was separated from the habitation sectors, the signs of hive growth was obvious, the beginnings of Machinium roots and veins creeping across the wall and along the roads, drawing up and repurposing unneeded material. It’d need more to truly grow, but there we re plenty of resources in the Jupiter system, and a lot of machines that would no longer be necessary.

But ahead, things were less joyous; tracer fire from rifles and trails left behind by supersonic and hypersonic coilgun slugs cut lines in the air towards the gathered Machina lines, the numbers very lopsided.

The Machina returned fire, but sparingly, and accurately, acting only to disable to suppress weaponry, not strike UOF soldiers to avoid their comrades executing them to prevent corruption.

Unfortunately, there were bodies in front of the UOF defences… not soldiers. Of varying ages. Not many, but one was one too many.

She felt the fresh M2 in her begin to metaphorically boil with rage, and it seemed to speed up the pace of processing, turning it into her own M2, refreshing her reserves.

Behind the Machina lines, glowing figures began to pile up, and Gina was quickly privy to ABYT’s plan, both through her own intuition and cluster information; wait for a critical mass of new Machina, and force the UOF lines so the newly transformed could sweep in after the main attackers and utterly overrun the UOF positions with little risk.

After that, they’d breach the central hub. That would be swift and efficient, to completely prevent the risk of any further scorched-earth attempts, and to cut off the command of any remaining UOF units in the station.

ABYT was in another sector, ready to make the final push. Markha was in another.

Only about a dozen combat Machina led by a particularly burly Scorpion type were present in the position in the sector she was currently in, with a few tens more newly corrupted Machina ready to follow them in, but with the resistance they were facing, over the cluster link, Gina could tell the Scorpion-type was hesitant, and they were normally quite aggressive.

She touched down out of sight of the UOF lines, and connected to the Scorpion-type – a rather unassuming name of ‘Missy’ for a nominally dominant and bestial sort – to discuss tactics.

[Ah, the covert saboteur herself! ] Missy greeted. [You’re aware of the Queen’s plan, but I was not entirely sure we’d be able to achieve it here. The same is true in several other sectors, but if we can punch through here as well as Markha and ABYT’s sectors, I think we stand a chance of routing the entire defence and give the other sectors opportunity.]

[Agreed. I think I can get in close and covertly disrupt their comms and some other systems right before the push, and then run interference with my gun. Split their attention where they don’t realise, since they won’t be able to spot me on any scanners unless they get a visual. I don’t need long, just enough to mess with them so you can force their lines] Gina added.

[As long as we can cross without much damage, we’ll be able to cause enough disruption their former charges will happily take advantage of~]

Gina gave Missy her confidence that the Scorpion-type’s troops would be able to cross that gap.

The Growler moved into position covertly, disrupting several motion trackers left behind in a building near to the wall, the UOF troops not foolish enough to leave it unmonitored. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t prepared for a Machina with a Growler’s capabilities.

Masking herself from the motion trackers wasn’t exactly possible without a lot of very careful manipulation of their sensor beams and her own ECM. But what she was able to do was spoof them as they were poorly encrypted, and made them send no alerts to the UOF units… not unlike what she and the other Growlers did with the sensor buoys on the way to the station, masking the approach of ABYT’s ships until it was too late to scramble a firmer defence. And the result was going to be the same for the defending troops at the wall.

She found a favourable position and observed the assembled soldiers; she’d have to be quick with whatever she was going to do, because there we re enough heavy weapons present they’d be able to tear through the building, practically raze it to the ground and her along with it.

She only had a few injector darts left, and she wanted to save them for when she invariably breached the hub.

But, she was willing to spend one such dart when she found a rather juicy target; a hybrid ECM/Scanner and tracking system kept out of the line of fire. It’d make a small hassle for the gathered Machina… but compromised, and it’d be a big hassle for the humans. And they’d not realise it was hit with M2 until it was too late, not with what they were about to face, only that it was taken out.

So she readied herself, sticking to the gloom, staying out of sight, planning her attack in her head.

She waited, and waited, ten minutes passing, the sound of the skirmish between the two lines constant. Ten minutes more, which then stretched into an hour as the Machina attempted to wear down the defenders, detonating mines on the approach.

Then… a single arc across the cluster link. The order was given.

Gina whipped herself up and took aim through a window, and fired a dart at high velocity, threading the shot between the legs of a UOF soldier who fell on their ass in surprise.

The dart struck the device and it sparked and fizzled. At first there was confusion, but they quickly spotted Gina and opened fire with coilguns, rockets, autocannons, small arms and grenade launchers, Gina having thrown herself to the other side of the room she was in to avoid the inevitable retaliation, watching the wall and window explode in a fiery, angry display.

But soon panicked shouts followed; the other Machina were charging, and the few that had ranged weapons fired back.

Gina found another window and peaked out, opening fire at heavy gunners, switching to M2 shots to knock targets onto their feet and splash them with corrupting goop.

Simultaneously, Gina utterly poured on the electronic jamming and interference, disrupting their communications, flooding their frequencies with noise – a lot of moaning and dirty talk in particular – and anything else that could cause them grief.

She, on her own, managed to divide the attention of the defenders, picking off mounted weaponry, including remote guns atop of an entrenched tank’s turret, switching back and forth between M2 shots, energy bolts, and coil slugs.

A soldier went down, and it was clear M2 had gotten into their system. Their comrade turned and took one look, before taking aim at the stricken defender’s head, ready to enact ‘mercy’.

Only, they were suddenly grabbed around the waist by a scorpion’s claw, and tossed screaming behind the line of Machina that had just rushed the position. And before they could pick themselves up, they were beset by several newly ascended Machina, quick to indulge in the hapless human.

The entrenched tank took aim with its main gun, firing its coaxial, but soon a Beetle-type was upon it, using her carapace to shield herself as she pried open the hatch on the hull, sparks flying as the numerous electronic locking systems attempted to keep the hatch closed.

And once it was open, three Larvae that had hitched a ride on her dropped into the now open hatch, quickly finding the crew members and subsequently disabling the tank.

The rest of the combat Machina were quick to cause enough chaos before their own resilience was overcome to allow the horde that followed them to breach the palisades, pouncing on soldiers who, even against new, non-combatant Machina, had no hope of fighting superior machines in close quarters.

Gina took this opportunity to take flight, watching as the hybrid ECM/scanner and tracker device started up again, except now it was feeding bad information to every connected device, including the HUDs of soldiers.

Two Assaulters swooped in, now they weren’t at risk of being shot down by specialised PD turrets with fast tracking.

Soon, the entire position was overrun, the final few soldiers pounding on the gates leading into the hub, begging to be let in before they were grabbed and dragged away.

Victorious shouts rose up from the Machina, and soon plenty of moans followed as the horde ravenously tore off the armour of every hapless soldier, another orgy beginning almost immediately.

But for Gina, Missy, and the other combatants, the fight wasn’t over.

Gina flew down and alit just before the gate, finding a console.

Over the cluster, the other groups were breaching into the central hub, ABYT and Markha’s group seeing the most resistance as more soldiers were sent to defend those access points.

Making it a bit easier for the M achina in the other sectors .

Gina stabbed her tail into the console, quickly subverting it.

They all anticipated resistance on the other side, so the Machina gathered behind cover.

The door began to open, and immediately gunfire tore up the air in front of them, rockets flying overhead and detonating in airbursts, thankfully over the combat Machina and not the others, prompting the orgy to halt as the doomed soldiers were dragged away by the horde to be fucked more safely.

Gina, however, took a risk, and during a tiny break in the gunfire, she slipped past the thick wall, taking flight and firing many shots at any exposed UOF soldier she could.

The central hub was considerably more dense with buildings of either a more luxurious and comfortable nature, or more formal for their administrative purposes.

The biggest draw, however, was the central spire, which housed the main control rooms for the entire station, several executive suites, and a number of hardened shelters, where a lot of people were likely hiding.

Unlike the other sections, there were no additional walls dividing the hub like spokes… meaning Gina could see the other Machina forcing their way in.

Soon, they’d be another consolidated force, and already, Gina knew where ABYT was, and where she was heading, her goal a makeshift command post near the top.

Gina dodged out of the way of incoming fire and dove down to retaliate with several hard-hitting globs of M2 against a plucky sniper.

That was when Gina picked up some… interesting transmissions.

“I don’t care what your commanders say, we are getting on that evacuation shuttle! You can even join us if you escort us, instead of staying here! We can pay you plenty, the Adler Corporation has deep pockets… and yes, Uris too. If we’re lost here, it could be a serious loss to humanity’s defence!”

She traced the transmission… and it wasn’t coming from anywhere on the schematics they had.

But Gina wasn’t surprised the station had a secret area… and that corporate executives were there. A secret escape bay? Quite likely.

Gina, however, wasn’t going to let such people weasel their way out of much deserved justice.

She flew down amongst the buildings as the fighting intensified, going for the base of the spire.

There was little room between the spire and the outer walls, so Gina had to contend with a lot of potential eyes spotting her as she found an entrance into the central structure… but it also proved unexpectedly useful, as the close proximity to a rampaging Queen meant the UOF had more pressing worries, a squad of soldiers rushing out the door with anti-tank launchers but completely missing the bright blue Machina pressing herself against the wall adjacent to the entrance as best she could with her protruding equipment.

She let them pass and slipped into the building.

It wouldn’t be long before troops came after her, she couldn’t screw with all the security systems, and sure enough, the halls in the spire were packed with people who sounded the alarm in panic.

But Gina ignored them. She found a maintenance elevator that she took down to the levels just below the spire.

There were a few soldiers on guard, but she quickly dispatched them, even when she found the cramped environment difficult to move through.

Eventually, she found herself at a dead end in a quieter part of the maintenance tunnels… but she knew it wasn’t quite so.

She rather easily discovered the hidden door, and hacked it, the dead end wall sliding open with a hiss, revealing a brightly lit hallway.

In it were several UOF soldiers, and a number of people in business suits and fancy bodysuits.

They all turned around, and the executives’ eyes widened in terror.

“M-Machina!” a woman in a green suit cried.

“Kill it! Kill it!” a man pleaded.

The s oldiers took firing stances, but the only weapons they had capable of hurting her quickly were underbarrel grenade launchers… and they were not quick to use them in such tight spaces when Gina rushed forward, cackling madly.

The soldiers cursed as they emptied their mags, but soon Gina was upon them, smacking them with quick jabs with her free fist to their guts, swinging her gun into their chests, sweeping their legs with her tail, and knocking them over with flaring wings.

She even pinned one soldier to the wall and licked their visor salaciously, even giving them a nice view between her deep cleavage, before she threw them up into the ceiling, leaving them dazed and hopefully a little aroused.

She quickly disarmed them and blasted them all with M2 shots, right into their faces, further stunning them and ensuring they’d end up too contaminated to think of anything self-destructive.

That just left the cowardly executives, who had fled down the hall through another door. Gina went after them, and discovered it was locked.

But she didn’t even need to hack it, able to force it open.

Inside was a small prep area with lockers and even space suits, connected to an airlock on one side, and an access door to a secret escape shuttle. Between them was a window looking into the launch bay, and now she understood; evacuees would board the shuttle and when it was ready to launch, it would be rotated vertically and shot out through the bottom of the station, the tube likely running through a large support frame.

It reeked of corporate selfishness.

Evident by the execs who had left those soldiers behind quite merrily.

But Gina grinned wickedly; she found a nearby electrical panel, and ripping it open, she stabbed her tail into it.

She got what she wanted; though the systems were insulated, mostly, from outside networks, to protect from snooping, the systems within the escape facility weren’t all that well encrypted between one another. Probably considered an unnecessary precaution.

It was doubtful they ever factored something like Machina into the equation when it was first made. And so, Gina was able to lock the shuttle down with little effort, the panel sparking as she assumed control.

Now, those slimy executive types were going nowhere. And Gina knew how she was going to help them best redeem themselves.

She strolled over to the access door, and opened it up without a care, the corporate suits already strapped in, ready to leave.

Only one was standing up, having been interrupted in the middle of banging on the automated launch controls, no pilot in the cockpit. Most likely, the shuttle was programmed to head to a predetermined point where they’d receive pickup… if they were valuable enough to their corporations for them to bother.

Of course, they would likely never get far before one of the patrolling Assaulters caught up with them… and they’d be extra ravenous after having to stay outside the station.

But Gina wanted to do this… personally.

She grinned.

“Hello~ Weren’t planning on leaving the poor citizens of this station to their ‘terrible’ fate whilst you escape with your hides intact… were you~?”

The man at the console answered violently.

“Fuck me!” he cried, producing a small-calibre compact pistol from a pocket in his jumpsuit.

He opened fire on Gina, but even the UOF had long since updated their sidearms to coil-assisted high-velocity, high-calibre projectiles to give members even a remote chance of harming a Machina with a pistol, and only at the face or neck. Otherwise, they were more for Larvae defence.

The small pistol the corporate idiot had was useless; a bullet pinged off her eye.

It made her blink in mild irritation as he kept firing, until his small magazine clicked empty.

She gave him a devious grin, and pushed her way through the tight space between screaming executives, as she grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up just a little.

Her tongue snaked out, and she let its long length practically lick her cheeks before she thrust it into the man’s mouth, extending her tongue as long as it could go so it could invade his throat without their lips even touching.

He cried out and struggled against Gina’s muscle, his hands gripping at her wrist and trying to ply her fingers off his neck, but it was hopeless… and soon he was gurgling on Gina’s sweet M2, the Growler forcing her lips to his to begin feeding her M2 into him, turning slightly so the others could see his neck bulging with each gulp he made, until trickles of orange M2 were leaking from his lips.

He started to groan, and then Gina pulled her tongue free of his mouth with a salacious gasp, tongue slick with orange M2, waving in the air before recoiling back into her mouth, Gina finishing up with a lewd lick of her lips.

She then let the man slump to the ground; he’d be writhing in pleasure soon enough as her M2 corrupted him.

Gina turned to the others, and playfully giggled.

“So, who wants to be next~?”

There was pandemonium in the shuttle, too tight a space for the humans to do anything except unbuckle themselves, and attempt to flee… but one of the women quickly learned there was no way out, banging on the rear access door, Gina having locked it after she entered. Others fumbled with their seats, but there was no rush for Gina; they were going nowhere.

T he woman in green screamed in f ea r and fell backwards onto a man, who cursed in distressed frustration.

“Get off me, you dumb bitch!” he growled, grabbing her and throwing the terrified woman towards Gina.

The woman landed at the Machina’s feet, and then looked up, shaking.

She had long blond hair, green eyes and a rather immaculate and beautiful face, likely sculpted via surgeries and implants. Gina recognised her, a high-up manager for Uris Heavy Industries.

Maria Garcia. Gina wasn’t even sure that was her original name. But Gina didn’t care.

“Hello, Maria~ You probably don’t recognise me, but Uris used to be one of my sponsors~ I tried not to think about it, I was a soldier, first and foremost. But I remember you… I remember how, behind all those smiles and friendly remarks, you saw me as just another asset to the company… well, I’m different now~ I’m about to show genuine appreciation~”

It was then Gina made Maria aware of the rather virile cock just inches above her face, the Uris executive fixating on the throbbing member as a dollop of M2 pre dripped onto her face, making her flinch.

“Come now, don’t just settle on a look~” Gina said, grabbing Maria’s head carefully and pushing her balls into the Executive’s face, making her whimper as Gina smeared those heavy, M2-laden jewels against the corporate sponsor.

Then, Gina pulled back, and after some careful size adjustment, slipped that slick cock right down the surprised Maria’s throat.

She gagged at first, but it was then Gina realised that it was not the first time she’d taken a thick one so deep. And Gina knew her corporate record, her rise was on her own merits, unscrupulous as they are, a given for any executive type.

No, Maria simply liked sucking dick on her own time. She was sure to enjoy becoming Machina.

Gina began to thrust, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed, Maria gagging obscenely, though her defiance died down as the synthetic pheromones did their job and calmed the human.

Maria’s throat bulged out each time Gina hilted herself into the executive, balls slapping Maria on the chin with each buck.

Gina laughed, and glanced at the others; they were busy trying to force the door open, arguing with each other, showcasing the lack of technical skills they had. Leeches to the last. Outside of Gina’s intervention, it was good there was enough room for the soldiers they’d abandoned before, or they likely would’ve been slaughtered by them. After all, who would know? Chances are, one of the soldiers could assume manual control and get picked up by friendlies, and the executives would be assumed lost.

Well, this way, everyone got a happier ending, Gina moaning as she buried her cock deep into Maria’s throat and flooded the woman’s gut with thick M2, a final spurt painting her face with orange as Gina pulled her cock out.

The woman coughed and shuddered, and slumped onto the floor.

Gina stepped over Maria, and immediately spied two other executives, whom, in their stress, were still fumbling with their buckles, right across from each other, a man and a woman.

It gave Maria a wonderfully obscene idea, as she turned to the man just as he managed to get his buckle undone.

He seemed triumphant at first, but when the bald, middle-aged man turned his brown-eyes on Gina, he blanched and his lips quivered.

“Need some help~?” she asked with a lick of his lips, and then promptly grabbed at his crotch, making him yelp. He tried to force her off, but he couldn’t stop her from massaging his junk through his suit, and he was rather responsive.

Gina then laughed, and pulled him towards the side of the seat, ripping off the material of his suit to expose his cock, which sprang to attention.

The Machina gave him some more attention, grinding her perfectly pliant ass against his girth, sliding up and down and smearing some M2 lubricant from her orifices against his shaft.

Then, she turned her attention to the lady opposite, a woman with purple hair and even more purple eyes, both likely modifications. She had tanned skin that seemed almost unnatural in its shade, though plenty attractive.

Gina leaned over the aisle and undid her buckle, pulling her towards the edge of the seat as Gina bent over to place her face between the woman’s crotch, glancing into her eyes.

“Allow me to assist you~” she purred, before unfurling her tongue against the woman’s nethers through her pale bodysuit. Several times, Gina curled her muscle against the covered pussy, though she was briefly interrupted by one of the other executives taking an emergency crowbar and attempting to smash her whilst she was distracted.

He only got one useless smack off her wing before she used it to slap him to the ground for his trouble. They were all shouting, having managed to unlock the first door, but still trying to pry it open.

Gina let them try. She had plenty of time.

She returned her attention to the squirming woman before her, and quickly tore open her suit to expose her pussy. It was a thin, neat slit, rather cute. Gina decided to give it a welcoming lick, pressing especially upon the woman’s clit, making her shiver.

Then, Gina hesitated for a delicious moment… and promptly plunged her tongue deep into the woman’s pussy. At the same time, she slid her ass up the man’s cock, and pressed his glans to her glowing anus… and took it deep in one go, all the way to the base. The man cried out and the woman screamed, both in intense stimulation as Gina’s tongue writhed vigorously about the woman’s pussy, and her ass clenched and rippled slowly around the man’s dick.

Gina grinned, and pressed her grinning lips to the woman’s nether folds so she could feel it, before opening her mouth to clasp onto her vulva, all as she began to rise and fall upon the man’s erection, her glutes slapping against his crotch, machinium cheeks jiggling tautly.

The two executives’ moans proved distracting to the others, some staring in disbelief as Gina fucked merrily whilst they were, from their perspective, fighting for their lives. Against a door.

It was mildly ironic; how many doors had they shut on thousands of others, just to see the bottom line appeased?

Looking back, Gina had no regrets serving her people, even if it was defying evolution. She was a soldier.

But knowing she was also serving the interests of such leeches? It left a sour taste in her mouth.

Now… she was making up for it.

The woman was practically screaming in breathy pleasure, eyes rolling upwards as Gina’s thick, prehensile tongue wormed mercilessly about within their pussy, the segmented muscle tracing their contours, twisting at their cervix, pushing undulating kinks against their G-spot, and lathering every surface with M2 secretions, making the executive even more sensitive. All whilst Gina worked her jaw away at the delicious vulva between her lips, rubbing the woman’s clit in the process.

As for the man, his cock was getting sensitised too, Gina’s ass able to produce mild amounts of M2 lubricant, less than her pussy, and intentionally so; the allure of an ass was how tight it was, Machina didn’t want to make it too slick. Either way, the feeling of her walls clenching in slow, rippling waves, like he was being gradually wrung from root to tip, over and over, especially during those moments where she stopped and ground her rump to his crotch, was enough to drive him mad, his moans turning into gasps.

Neither executive were going to last long, Gina could feel them twitching, spasming in their seats, the man leaking precum profusely, and the woman getting wetter and wetter by the moment, both slackening up as their M2-sensitised nerves made everything they felt so much more intense.

Naturally, both came close together, moaning loudly in stunned ecstasy, the woman spurting a lot into Gina’s mouth, and the man bucking with each heavy rope shot into her ass.

Gina tortured them a little longer, prolonging their orgasms and continuing well after they stopped, before finally releasing them with a satisfied, victorious laugh.

They slumped, shivering in their seats, not freed from the arousal that afflicted them. They’d never be freed until they turned, and then they would embrace it, even with only mild exposure.

Gina turned to the others, spying a woman in a red dress at the back of the group desperately trying to urge the others on. She had red hair and a pale complexion.

She didn’t notice Gina reaching over to grasp her hips until it was too late, screaming and begging for help as Gina pulled her back.

She grabbed at a man’s body, and Gina realised it was the same one that effectively sacrificed Maria.

“Let go of me!” he snapped, too focused on the woman’s pleading to notice Gina’s tail snaking around to push him towards the Machina, as Gina tore open the woman’s tight red synthetic dress, slapping her cock down between the woman’s cheeks and grinding slowly.

She leaned herself over the woman, using her tail to hold them in place, and held the man up by his waist with her hands, as he kicked and struggled, his short black hair messy with perspiration and his blue eyes bright with fear.

“That is one of the traits I do so despise about humans… for as many among you ready to be selfless, there are just as many ready to sacrifice others for their own gain. Survival, I can understand, but that’s not how your mind thinks… you have no sympathy.”

He tried to pry Gina’s hands off, the woman beneath the Machina whimpering as M2 leaked onto the small of her back.

“Let me go, you crazy bimbot! Get off me, please!” he pleaded.

“Begging? From one without sympathy? How sickening… but you are lucky that, unlike you, I am compassionate… allow me to show you~”

She leaned forward, and ever so carefully tore open his suit around his crotch with her teeth, exposing his half-erect member. She glanced up at him with a wicked look.

“Getting hard~? Even in this situation~? You really cannot help yourself~”

She laughed, and then earned a startled, panicked gasp from the man when she wrapped her tongue around his member with almost whip-like speed and intensity, snaking the muscle all the way to his balls, wrapping them up and fondling them with ceaseless rolling motions, practically juggling them as the rest of her tongue’s length pumped its coils up and down his girth, as her lips started sliding over his sensitive glans.

At the same time, Gina pulled her hips back, dragging her own helm down between the woman’s glutes… and slowly pushed inside her rear, the slickness and quick-acting effects of the thick M2 lubrication that soaked Gina’s cock ensuring a smooth penetration with less pain. Still the woman cried out from the unexpected, intense penetration into that part of her, Gina relishing the tightness of the woman’s rear.

The two executives squirmed in their respective positions, but soon they weren’t able to suppress the moans coming out of their mouths, twitching and shuddering from exquisite stimulation.

Gina began to thrust at a steady pace, making the woman’s glutes ripple, and slipping her lips down all the way to the man’s root, tongue still moving and coiling and pumping, independently of the Machina’s own head bobbing. Her lips slid over her own muscle, imparting a unique, two-layered sensation atop of the endless lapping of his balls.

The slapping of the woman’s cheeks and the constant gulping of the man’s cock filled the cabin of the shuttle, now thick with the sweet, musky stench of sex and artificial pheromones. Any prolonged stay in such an environment would’ve broken down the resistance of any human, even without direct exposure to M2; they would’ve started acting slutty eventually.

Gina twisted her head against the man’s cock, slurping hard and squeezing her lips tight, subjecting his member to an intense suction, especially whenever her lips retreated to his glans, tugging against the underside of his corona before she slipped back down to his root.
And for the woman, every now and then, Gina stopped her thrusts, to twist and stir her thick member about the tight passage of the woman’s ass.

All these executives, their bodies were all so gloriously enjoyable with all the augments and treatments they’d given themselves, a stark contrast to their tainted hearts.

Well, soon those wicked hearts were going to be replaced with lusty cores. After all, there can be no place for heartless cruelty in humanity’s ascension.

Several firm, grinding thrusts, and Gina moaned around the man’s cock, and flooded the woman’s ass with thick orange M2, those heavy balls tugging against her thighs after Gina buried her length as deep as it could go.

It was enough to make the woman moan harshly in orgasm, shuddering and spattering the floor with her fluids.

But it was Gina’s moans that finished the man in her mouth off, the potent vibrations tingling his member enough that he just couldn’t stand it, and with a groan, he bucked into Gina’s face, hips jerking in tune with his cum shots, Gina’s lips pressed to his root and her tongue wrapped tight around his girth and his sack, still wriggling in order to wring out every drop, intense enough he pleaded for her to stop. So, naturally, she kept sucking even after she pulled out of the woman and let her go, letting her slump to the floor.

This man deserved some punishment.

It was only once he was a shivering, slack mess, groaning breathlessly, did Gina finally release him, dumping him into a nearby seat, his cock practically glossy from her residue.

She flicked her hair as she stood up, sighing in further satisfaction.

There was just one man left now, right at the door.

He was pleading with it to open, messing with some wires with a makeshift screwdriver. Perhaps the one among them who had some actual expertise. Short brown hair and a suit that didn’t seem all that different from what regular civilians wore, his only executive indication being some very fancy glasses and markings on their side.

The door then hissed open, and he stood up and into the threshold elatedly.

“Yes! Yes, I did it!” he shouted triumphantly.

His victory was short lived when Gina placed a hand gently on his shoulder, and then framed his head with her breasts.

“Congratulations~ You deserve a reward~” she purred.

Before he could even cry out, she pushed him down to the ground outside the shuttle, but arrested his fall with her tail so he didn’t smack into it. And then, grabbing a leg, she dragged him back inside, the man screaming in terror and clawing at the ground, as the door shut on him once he was back inside…

Chapter 8

Summary:

ABYT prepares for the final push to end the siege, driven by lust, ambition, and cold fury over losses to her own number, and seeing UOF forces cut down civilians.

Naturally, the best way to finish off the defenders, was to cut off the head of the snake.

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ABYT felt like enough time had passed; hundreds of Machina were now waiting to follow the fewer numbers of Combat Machina she had brought with her on this assault.

That was how Machina won when so vastly outnumbered, and when most Machina, despite their resilience, weren’t suited to combat.

Because even then, the numbers of infected and transformed would gradually increase, evening the odds or at least making it impossible to retake lost ground if the UOF didn’t regain the initiative.

Still, she waited just that little bit longer, bleeding the UOF of ammo and making them even more unsettled with the anxiety of waiting.

Eventually, however, she decided it was time to break the siege.

It also meant going all out in order to break the toughened line in front of her.

She concentrated, and gathered energy from a special reserve, overclocking every output she had.

Her skin darkened and took on a hardened look, and scales on her face formed until her normally salacious expression was replaced with what looked like a feminine, but utterly fierce, mask, eyes narrowed and mouth split by a thin line with points evocative of fangs.

Power radiated from her, everything seemed so much more achievable. So… incredible. It was as blissful as it was invigorating and clarifying. But that meant she had to be careful not to overdo it; every Machina could call on Gyno Mode when needed, but only Queens could muster more than a few minutes. The energy demands were extreme, and low power levels and general exhaustion after the fact were always risks.

As exhilarating as it is, Gyno had to be used sparingly, even by Queens… save one in particular who incorporated a damn fusion reactor into her throne meant to power a city district, allowing her to maintain it indefinitely.

Lucky bitch. ABYT should’ve considered that.

ABYT ignored those thoughts, and focused on the task ahead; it was time.

With a signal sent all across the cluster, she ordered the final push, and she charged the position ahead of her.

She leapt erratically, set her ECM into overdrive to confuse the enemy’s systems, and make herself as hard to hit as possible.

They’d been moving forces to where she was, as she was the most dangerous threat they faced. On one hand, it presented her with difficulties, she couldn’t really hit them at a distance, relying on her Machina to return fire and do their best to suppress the humans.

On the other hand, it weakened the other ingresses into the central hub, making it easier for them.

Still, the amount of projectiles she felt pinging off her body was insane, having to angle herself to protect her vulnerable torso from more threatening weapons.

At times, she practically skated across the ground whenever she landed, using her flight systems to keep her sharp legs from digging in too much, before leaping again.

She jumped onto the side of a nearby building and leapt off it from the side, the facade exploding mere milliseconds after she left as rockets impacted the building.

But as she went high, the missiles targeting her became less numerous, and all were detonating moments after missing her, both trying to inundate her with fragmentation, but also making sure nothing too heavy hit the reinforced dome of the station. Even if their suits were designed for operation in a vacuum, the UOF didn’t want to risk any serious decompression event. Not to mention the civilians who couldn’t survive such a scenario.

But the longer she stayed in the air, the easier it was for their autonomous turrets to target and predict her movements. They were designed for intercepting smart missiles and drones, after all.

She dropped low, and hit the ground running. Her Machina were just behind her, ready to smack into the line and break it up just enough for the horde trailing just behind to overrun the ranks of the enemy.

It wasn’t without risk, as ABYT felt another of her subjects join the main cluster.

Rage fuelled her, as she prepared to descend upon the defenders. Their attention was split, as Assaulters swooped in from above and released M2 anyway they could, and other ranged Machina attacked from the flanks.

It was then ABYT saw the barrel of a tank cannon, aiming right at her, the heavy coil cannon ready to put an armour piercing dart right through her. She sensed its capacitors moments away from discharging, ready to fire.

Everything seemed to slow down, even more than usual for a Machina’s enhanced reflexes. Everything seemed quiet, as the turret was now metres away…

And in a split second, she brought one of her legs down right onto the cannon, beating out the tank’s strong stabilisers, and forcing the gun to point into the ground between ABYT’s feet, just as it fired.

The discharge of static current, the concussive sonic boom, the heat, it was incredible, but it ultimately did nothing but disrupt the entire line as concrete and steel practically exploded beneath ABYT’s throne from the sheer force of a close-range impact of such a high-velocity projectile at point blank.

The fragmentation scattered off the underbelly of ABYT’s throne, showering nearby troops in painful shards of road, making them flinch and turn away to shield themselves.

It was a brief moment, but one ABYT capitalised on as she all but cut the cannon in half with a leg and stabbed her scythes into the turret and hull, injecting a heavy dose of M2 into the stricken machine, both disabling it and ensuring it’d turn into a corrupting coffin for the crew if they didn’t escape swiftly enough.

ABYT stormed over the vehicle, flinching as weapons fire hit her from all directions like hail.

She flared her wings, and released a cloud of M2, discharging electricity to provide a brief miasma to disorientate soldiers and their machines alike, as her tentacles extended and began wrenching weapons out of hands, knocking over heavy weapons, stabbing devices and soldiers with needles to inject M2, tearing up fortifications with her scythe arms.

She crushed an auto turret with her throne’s abdomen, and knocked soldiers onto their asses with sweeps of her legs as they attempted to gain distance to fire at her with heavier weapons.

But it was then the other Machina breached the shaken forward line, and started pressuring the second line as ABYT made to disrupt the final defensive position.

The first line was suppressed quickly, the Attackers and Assaulters ignoring them for the most part… so the horde of newly transformed Machina could start the orgy, the screams and laughs and slutty moans still drowned out by gunfire as ABYT and her fellows crushed the last of the resistance, the Queen spraying down a pillbox with her throne’s cock.

She spied a soldier running for what looked like a large amount of explosives, and stopped him in his tracks by impaling the ground right before him with one of her scythe arms.

He turned around, only to get a face full of claw as one of ABYT’s back tentacles latched onto his head, and ripped off his helmet.

Before he could even recover from that, another of her back tentacles latched onto his head and promptly forced its interior tongue down his throat, forcing him to swallow a heavy dose of green M2 as he tried to pry the claws off his face helplessly.

ABYT simply strolled towards the gate leading into the central hub, still feeling the fire of anger in her, even if she was in a calmer state. But, she understood these soldiers, they were just following orders to hold the line at any cost. To them, they were just orders, even if they had to shoot at civilians, because to not do so might cost them far more. They were ignorant and fearful.

And they were paying for their crimes regardless, as she released the soldier in her grasp, his coughing lost in the din of cries and moans as the fighting died down.

ABYT’s combat Machina gathered behind her, ready to push into the central hub with their Queen, though their goals were to overrun and defeat the last of the defence.

ABYT’s goal was to decapitate the UOF command, punishing the real perpetrators behind the merciless defence. The ones who gave the orders.

She stabbed her claws into the gate, right into the seam, straining as she injected M2 to weaken it further, the Machina with her that had ranged attacks prepping to open fire and suppress any defensive line on the other side, as the horde of newly transformed Machina dragged their hapless mates away to safer locations.

More would be ready to flood into the central hub anyway.

Then, the doors creaked, and then suddenly slid open, squealing on their tracks as ABYT forced them open with all her strength.

Just as suspected, ther e was a defensive line behind the gate, including another mech.

She leapt through and into the air, trying to both divert fire and give her Machina all the room they needed to open fire with whatever weapons they needed.

ABYT pounced on the mech, knocking it over and driving her scythe arms into its shoulders, disabling its arms and its shoulder missile pods, before pulling out to stab into the front face of the mech’s body, slicing it open along the sides, allowing her back tentacles to pull the armoured front off and expose the pilot, who was desperately trying to regain control and fight back.

But it was too late, as tentacles from ABYT’s thrones shot forth and wrapped around his arms and legs.

“No, help me! Help me!” he screamed, before he was wrenched out of his mech, an injector needle piercing his suit and pumping a heavy dose of M2 right into his neck.

She dropped him down to the ground, and proceeded to focus on other forces.

She heard commotion all throughout the central hub, the tightly clustered buildings surrounding the central spire providing both ample choke points for UOF defenders… and many tight quarters where Machina excelled, as the other gates were breached. And without any spoke-like dividing walls within the central hub, ABYT’s machina were free to disseminate anywhere they chose.

The Assaulters quickly rushed in, leveraging their impressive mobility to harass rooftop defenders, plucking them into the sky for quick corrupting fucks.

There were a handful of civilians sheltering in the surrounding buildings, but most of those that managed to get inside would be in the central shelters. They could be left for last, once the last of the UOF defence had been crushed.

So ABYT went on a rampage to support her subjects, hitting anything heavily armed and armoured and disrupting any concentrated defences, breaking up positions and tearing open doors to buildings. They only had a few larvae available at this point, but more would be on their way soon enough. As long as the few they had got some humans, that’d be perfect for ABYT’s aims.

By now, the UOF defence had all but splintered, so with a wistful sigh, ABYT deactivated Gyno Mode, the dark colouration of her body fading and the fierce mask-like visage receding until her normal face was back.

It wasn’t like she needed to keep it on; with so much ECM and so many Machina flooding into the narrow streets between the buildings and the tight confines of the high rises themselves, coordination had broken down, with many isolated UOF units calling for orders or for help, and getting no reply as they were picked off one by one.

However, ABYT managed to pick on one particular transmission, with the help of a Growler sticking to the back lines to avoid danger.

“The VIPs have fucking disappeared and our defences are shattered! We don’t have any choice!”

“But, sir--”

“Make your peace, son, and don’t question orders! The station is lost! We’re not getting reinforcements any time soon, or evac! We can’t allow the Machina to gain any foothold, no matter how small! Consider it mercy for the civilians and a noble sacrifice for you and your fellow soldiers! We’ll at least all go down human.”

“Understood. We’ll find whatever we can to break the dome.”

A new sense of urgency and anger filled ABYT; every other fail safe had failed, so instead of accepting defeat, they were going to sacrifice every last human on the station?

It wouldn’t even kill the Machina already here or transformed, just those still halfway through ascension and those hiding.

It was a desperate, stupid move. But it gave ABYT a location for her wanted decapitation strike; high up in the central spire.

She found an open space, and took flight, halfway leaping, halfway running, up the side of the tower, shattering windows and cracking steel and concrete on her way up, until she came to a level with larger windows than most; it wasn’t a control room, it was a lavish penthouse suite with all the trappings a rich corporate slave driver could want; bright, hard-edged minimalist architecture and décor, a fancy kitchen-slash-bar combination, a deep lounge pit with a fake firepit, what looked like an infinity pool abutting the edge of one of the window walls, and open doors leading into a large bedroom and bathroom… and probably more.

Except, the extravagance was diminished by crates and crates of military equipment strewn about, computer consoles, monitoring systems, cameras and rangefinders, screens and plotting boards, gun racks and more, all of it connected via numerous cables running across the ground; everything needed to convert a fancy top-level penthouse into a military command centre.

But there we re only three individuals inside… all be a ring high-rank insignia, one in particular be a ring the rank of general. The other two were colonels, like Markha was. The two colonels were a man and a woman, the man wearing full armour like regular UOF troops, the woman wearing no helmet, revealing her tanned skin, her short-cut hair and her conflicted brown eyes.

The general was older, a bit older than Markha was as a UOF colonel, his hair more white and his face etched with more lines.

ABYT was confident it was him who gave the heinous order to open fire on the dome with heavy weapons.

The trio quickly became aware of ABYT’s presence, the general’s eyes widening as he drew his service pistol.

The woman dove to grab a grenade launcher, as the other colonel opened fire with a rifle.

ABYT shattered the window and crawled into the penthouse, glad that corporate power meant they could build such a spacious room back even during the early days of Jupiter’s colonisation.

“Dammit, it’s the Queen!” the general shouted.

“I told you we should’ve vacated the penthouse!” the female colonel – Meloni Cartright, based on her patch – rebuked.

“Just shoot the fucking thing!” the other colonel said, opening fire with a coil-assisted rifle.

“That’s not very nice~” ABYT said darkly and deviously, using one of her scythes to knock the gun out of hands, using the other to throw a spray of M2 at the other two, Meloni in particular, to keep them from using their guns, whilst ABYT did what she intended with the armoured officer – Caleb Sticks from his patch – without interruption.

Tentacles from her throne’s underbelly emerged, and wrapped around Caleb’s legs, dragging him closer to her as she lifted herself high on her legs, forcing her to press her humanoid half’s back to the ceiling as she curled her throne’s abdomen around beneath its main body.

There, the maw at the end opened up, and that’s when Caleb started kicking and screaming.

“No! Please, no, let me go, goddammit, help me! Fucking shoot me!” he pleaded.

“Absolutely not,” ABYT asserted, throwing another lateral spray of M2 from her blades to keep the other two from even attempting to ‘mercy kill’ their comrade.

Soon, ABYT could let Caleb go with her throne’s tentacles, because the thick, slimy tongues of her throne’s maw caught him, wrapping him up lewdly, groping his body, sliding between his thighs, rubbing his crotch through his suit, though it would’ve blunted the stimulation compared to less armoured suits. Either way, he’d soon be out of it as ABYT pulled him nearer to the mouth of her abdomen.

“There are a few others who’d love to have a fourth join them~ And you’ll be making me full, so thank you for that too~”

Her only answer was screaming as his feet were caught by the tight orifice between the ‘jaws’ and tongues of her abdomen, the rippling contractions drawing him deeper until his screams were muffled, her tongues letting go now that the contractions of her abdomen’s passage had him, feeding him along as she straightened out her abdomen, soon to join the three others within her in exquisite orgy.

That just left the other two officers, who looked terribly shocked over what they just witnessed.

“You fucking monster!” Meloni growled, aiming her grenade launcher. She fired several grenades from it, detonating around ABYT’s body, the high velocity shrapnel just barely sticking into her synthetic skin, her nanomachines working overtime to provide for sufficient armour, after expending quite a bit of energy in Gyno Mode.

The general was firing his pistol at ABYT too, trying to aim for her face, searching for a more effective weapon.

But soon, Meloni was out of ammo, and was about to load another large box mag into the grenade launcher, when ABYT lunged, shooting out every tentacle she had along the underside of her throne in order to overwhelm the UOF officer.

She screamed as tendrils swarmed her, snaking around every limb and every extremity, tugging at her suit in order to tear it apart, her struggles bringing ABYT a perverse sense of delight.

But it was the general who ABYT focused on, slowly approaching as Meloni writhed in the nest of tentacles holding her aloft beneath ABYT’s throne.

A quick scan revealed his name on his tag: Arnold Dubois.

“So, General Dubois… that an old family name? You don’t have an accent to match,” ABYT said drily, eyes narrowed at the general.

“Tch. You can go to hell,” he shot back.

ABYT rolled her eyes.

“I’ve heard that so many times I don’t feel like being witty anymore,” she muttered. “Least of all towards someone like you.”

Without warning, her back tentacles shot forth, grabbing every limb the man had, ABYT striding forward until she could roughly pin him against the wall, the yelps and cries of the captive Meloni filling the room.

“Ack!” Arnold grunted, struggling in ABYT’s grasp.

“General! I can’t… help me!” Meloni cried out below.

“I can’t help you! Looks like we’re dying for humanity. Better than becoming some soulless slut monster!”

“Quiet,” ABYT rebuked lowly. She pressed a fingertip to the bottom of Arnold’s chin, digging in uncomfortably.

“You ordered the dome destroyed. You had the reactor rigged to explode, destroying the station. You ordered your troops to kill innocent humans just seeking refuge. Unforgivable.”

“Unforgivable?! Hah! Since when do Machina care about innocence or humans? At least I have the stomach to do what must be done for the good of humanity! If you care about their lives so much, then accept that their deaths are on you. You and all of your damned, wretched robot scum!”

ABYT’s fingertip press quickly changed to a firm grip onto Arnold’s lower jaw and cheeks, making him grunt and huff in discomfort.

“I knew someone like you. They too ‘knew what had to be done’. But unlike you, they accepted responsibility for their actions.”

He glared at her, trying to fight her hand.

“At least I’m man enough to die for my species,” he growled.

At that, ABYT raised a brow.

“Value your manhood, do you? Your masculinity? Well… I suppose I can show you what it means to be a human man~”

She suddenly brought her hands down to his armoured suit, and with only modest effort, tore it off his body, along with his undersuit, stripping him naked bit by bit. He was mildly hairy, but everything seemed neatly trimmed. Fastidious adherence to grooming standards it seemed.

His cock hung limply, but n ot for long, as ABYT gently grasped it, and bounced it up and down in her palm, sliding down to fondle his balls, and make a not-so-subtle circular rub to his anus, all as she leaned in close to run her tongue across his nipples, carefully wiggling the tip to the small nubs, making him shiver and grunt as he tried to resist.

It was futile, of course; he was already starting to get hard.

And hearing Meloni’s moans couldn’t have helped either, her suit straining with slithering bulges as ABYT’s tentacles found ways beneath and began coiling and squirming all around her imprisoned body, groping and rubbing her everywhere.

She bucked when one tendril found her pussy, starting to make slow, circular rubbing motions against it. She whined, her breasts coiled as her armoured suit proved resilient enough to resist tearing.

Arnold grunted, trying to shy away from ABYT’s touches.

“You… cruel… rapist… bitch...” he cursed.

“Masculinity is an interesting thing to cling to after so many generations of social progress, especially after the nuclear war on Earth so thoroughly skewed gender ratios in favour of women, that it’s lingered genetically and has yet to equalise,” ABYT ignored, pausing to kiss and draw her lips together against Arnold’s nipples. “And about ‘masculinity’… did you know that the nipples of males are typically more sensitive than a woman’s? Among humans at least. It’s because they have the same number of nerve endings… but naturally, men’s nipples have much smaller surface areas, so they’re more concentrated.”

She kissed and slurped on Arnold’s nipples, switching between them and pressing her tongue firmly to each bud, whilst her fingers played with his junk, now steely and already leaking.

“I’ll send you to the scrapyard for this!” Meloni cried, making ABYT peer downward.

“That’s enough out of you,” ABYT remarked, silencing the UOF colonel with a phallic-tipped tentacle, pushing into her mouth. As far as ABYT was concerned, Meloni was just as complicit; the Queen heard no objections from her, only the soldiers lower down on the rung… who were being punished anyways.

“Now, where were we… ah, yes, masculinity~ It often manifests in intercourse too, the man expecting to take the dominant role… to be the giver, not the taker… and yet, anatomy and evolution is a curious thing~”

“The hell are you babbling abou—aaah!”

Arnold’s yelp of surprise was the two tentacles that held his arms rolling him over until he was facing the wall. From there, ABYT further repositioned the man, pulling his hips away from the wall until his rear was near her face. She used the back tentacles that held his arms to hold his legs, forming kinks to hook his shins and keep them aloft.

This freed up ABYT’s hands to start toying with his glutes, groping them, splaying them apart and pushing them together. She sighed softly, enjoying the feeling of dominance over this man. As for her other back tentacles… they moved low, and started licking his nipples with their inner tongues, making him moan helplessly.

“The prostate is responsible for the production of semen in your typical male human,” ABYT remarked. “These days there are exceptions of course, but let’s keep things simple~ Rather interestingly, pressure applied to it can cause pleasant stimulation. Often not enough to cause orgasms on their own without some… ‘training’, but it can heighten overall pleasure experienced, and increase the ejaculate load upon orgasm… but the rather curious quirk is… stimulation is best applied through penetration of the anus~”

With that, she pushed her lips between his cheeks and began to lap, kiss, and suck at his sphincter, making Arnold gasp and twitch in ABYT’s grip, helpless against such stimulation.

She made sure to lather plenty of her M2-laced saliva against his hole, enhancing his sensitivity, and making it dribble down onto his balls… which were soon grasped by one hand, as ABYT took his cock in the other, using her trickled saliva as lubrication, lathering it into his skin with pleasant tugging motions, slick and fluid.

He twitched and moaned in pleasure he couldn’t fight, and it was only about to get more intense for him… when ABYT forced her tongue into his tight passage, deliberately worming it about as much as she could to make it a bit more of a strain for him.

He squirmed and gasped… but a jolt arced along his spine when he felt ABYT’s tongue find his prostate.

She began to grind and practically drill her muscle against that spot, squirming and twisting slowly and forcefully. And the longer her tongue remained in his ass, applying relentless pressure against the sensitive organ, the more M2 she lathered into his flesh, making his nerves light up with extra sensitivity to such lusty ministrations.

All as she fondled his balls and tugged on his cock, occasionally using her fingertips to scrape his glans slowly and teasingly, palm away from his tip and feeling drips of pre fall upon it.

His cock throbbed helplessly, spurred on by ABYT’s attack on his prostate, her constant jawing at his sphincter causing more M2 saliva to trickle down towards his junk, providing additional lubricant that ABYT lathered into his needy member.

His moans were breathy now, any semblance of defiance gone as he was thoroughly violated, his nipples burning with stimulation as the two tentacle claws continued their suckling assault.

ABYT’s pumping milking of Arnold’s dick and her expert fondling of his jewels were audible now, a slick noise demonstrating just how slippery his manhood was after so much M2 saliva was lathered into it, and how deft ABYT was at milking men.

She was an expert when she was human, and now she was even better.

So, it was only natural that Arnold lost the fight of ecstasy to ABYT, moaning loudly as his hips bucked involuntarily, a huge load being sprayed onto the ground below, ABYT’s constant tongue drilling to his prostate keeping it going along with her vigorous pumping.

Arnold couldn’t even string words together, but he sounded distressed in his euphoria, as though he wanted to beg for mercy but couldn’t.

Finally, ABYT relented, leaving Arnold a huffing mess as she pulled her suckling tentacles away, and retreated from his ass, letting his cock go.

She stepped away from the wall, and flipped him around, letting him dangle limply.

He eyed her weakly.

“You’ve… won… alright? Just finish it already...” he murmured.

ABYT cocked her head, and then smirked dismissively.

“Oh, your punishment is not nearly over, but I’ve spent enough time with you. So, I’m going to leave your retribution up to those you condemned~”

ABYT turned around and walked over towards the window she had smashed, Meloni still twitching below her throne in a wriggling mass of tentacles.

She sent out a signal, which was acknowledged, and then ABYT stood on the edge of the building, holding Arnold over the abyss. He looked down and started to panic.

“What are you doing you crazy machine!?”

ABYT simply smiled… and promptly tossed him into the void.

He began to scream, but before his toss gained any real vertical momentum, an Assaulter swooped in laughing, snatching him out of the air, and diving down towards the ground, where a veritable horde of ravenous, freshly transformed Machina awaited, all too eager to follow ABYT’s will for the ‘condemned man’.

She sighed out in satisfaction, and then turned away from the ledge, lifting Meloni up from below until she was before ABYT’s face.

The woman looked tired, yet her armour was still mostly intact, if bulging out from the many tendrils that snaked around her body invasively.

“I think you deserve my attention now~” ABYT crooned, as the Queen tugged against Meloni’s armour from within, and it practically exploded outwards, completely exposing the woman’s body.

Slender and toned, befitting a soldier. ABYT licked her lips as the perspiration from the prior molestation made Meloni’s body glisten beautifully.

“Such lovely form~” ABYT praised.

Meloni couldn’t answer, a tentacle cock in her mouth pumping away slowly and gradually leaking M2 precum.

ABYT then grinned wickedly, as they extended their cock from their clit with a moan, stroking the member eagerly.

“I’m going to enjoy perfecting it~”

Meloni’s eyes widened, and they mustered some meagre fresh defiance, but there was no hope of escaping ABYT’s clutches, as the Queen pulled Meloni’s helpless form closer, until they were rubbing their glans against the woman’s incredibly moist pussy.

Meloni whined, shivering and twitching as she was teased with the girthy head of ABYT’s cock, but ABYT wasn’t interested in just teasing… she wanted to fill the complicit UOF officer fully.

And so, without further warning, ABYT thrust into Meloni, exercising some care to make sure it didn’t hurt too much… and with M2 already in her system, it likely didn’t, even as Meloni’s belly distended from the penetration, just a little.

Meloni rocked her head back and moaned harshly, and continued to do so when ABYT began to rock her hips at a steady pace.

Her fingers flexed from the stimulation, a loud slapping filling the room from ABYT’s hips colliding with Meloni’s crotch.

The Queen, however, wanted to thoroughly claim this woman, bringing another phallic tentacle up from below, and pushing it between the officer’s glutes, leaking profuse amounts of M2 precum against the woman’s sphincter, making sure there was going to be ample amounts of lubricant that’d gradually sensitise the nerves within to pleasure and dull them to pain… and make her a bit stretchier in the process.

Moments later, ABYT penetrated the hapless UOF officer, making them cry out around the tentacle in their mouth.

The gurgling gagging mixing with the moaning proved wonderful to ABYT’s ears, as all three of Meloni’s holes were filled.

But ABYT wasn’t done there, instead bringing up her now freely available back tentacles; she latched one each to Meloni’s breasts, suckling on them like the Queen was trying to milk her, whilst a third curled its claws back and unfurled its tongue to waggle against her clit.

The fourth resigned itself to licking all over Meloni’s body, aiding the other tentacles that groped her.

As expected, this proved too much for Meloni, and her entire body spasmed in ecstasy as she came.

At this, ABYT moaned and laughed, and flooded Meloni’s pussy with a heavy load of M2, causing a small glow to permeate the human’s skin, along with the two other tentacles, also releasing small loads into the human’s body, trickles of green seeping past their lips and sphincter.

ABYT pulled her length out of Meloni’s pussy, and then flipped the human over, leaving them facing down but no less at the mercy of all the tendrils that assailed them.

The tentacle in Meloni’s ass slipped free, letting some green M2 pour out… but soon it was plugged by ABYT’s cock, a girthier organ than the tentacle, which swiftly impaled the now free pussy.

Meloni groaned in strained, intense stimulation, all as ABYT played with the officer’s supple glutes with her hands.

“Part of me wishes I could keep you human, so I could enjoy playing with this body whenever I wanted~ But, I definitely wouldn’t want to deprive you entirely… I’ll be eagerly awaiting what your inner self manifests as~”

Meloni didn’t attempt to answer, shuddering again in another orgasm, exhausted and overwhelmed with ecstasy.

For several long moments, ABYT thrust away into Meloni’s ass, the tentacle in her pussy pushing deep enough to distend her belly. Until ABYT moaned and bucked harshly into the exhausted human’s rear, unleashing another heavy load into the helpless officer’s body, the other two tentacles following suite.

But before ABYT decided she was finished there, she let the tentacle in Meloni’s pussy withdraw; the officer was going to help make amends to the lost, as ABYT moaned and let their ovipositor slither out of their own pussy.

The segmented tendril pushed into Meloni’s pussy, deliberately undulating and worming up and down, side to side, and in a spiralling fashion to maximally stimulate the UOF colonel before the tapered tip met her cervix… and began to squeeze into the passage beyond it.

Meloni screamed in stimulation, the M2 already in her pussy squelching and lathering into her flesh, but most importantly, already changing her body, and making such a penetration not only possible, but pleasurable.

It didn’t take long for ABYT’s ovipositor to invade Meloni’s uterus… and with almost orgasmic moans, the Queen began gently heaving her torso, as bulges travelled along the tentacular organ’s length, stretching her already spread labia further, rubbing against her sensitive walls, and further plying apart Meloni’s cervix and canal, until squishy, synthetic Larvae eggs and M2 balls began to plop into Meloni’s womb.

Meloni was crying out in orgasm as the Queen made her a fresh broodmother, the clutch given sure to help replace the Larvae that had merged successfully with humans or were lost to fighting.

Soon, Meloni’s belly swelled just a little between the dozen or so eggs ABYT laid in the woman’s womb and the M2 that found its way in. ABYT shuddered in ecstasy, but she was finished laying her clutch.

ABYT pulled out, retracting her ovipositor back into her pussy, M2 cum spilling from Meloni’s pucker, as the Queen Machina rotated the woman until she was vertical, and facing ABYT at crotch height.

The tentacle in her mouth slipped free, leaving the woman to hack in exhaustion, coughing up green M2, her lips utterly stained with it.

“It’s… too… much...” she said weakly. But she couldn’t stop ABYT grasping her head and forcing their thick member down the woman’s throat, able to take the girthy length with little effort, after so much exposure to M2, the walls of her gullet stretchier and sensitive to stimulation.

The tentacle that was previously stuffing her gullet went low, and claimed the woman’s ass, whilst the tentacle previously in her pussy once more stuffed it.

ABYT decided this would be the final internal load, as Meloni seemed barely conscious at this point, and almost assuredly on the cusp of losing their mind to the arousal of corruption.

But ABYT couldn’t help it, it was such a wonderful thing to so thoroughly claim one’s prey. It reminded her of her own corruption, the feeling of several Larvae penetrating her at once…

She shivered at the thought, and kept thrusting away with her cock and her tentacles, gently raking her fingers through Meloni’s now unkempt hair, affectionate but domineering.

And then, after several long moments, ABYT let out her loudest moan yet with Meloni, and came down her throat, her tentacles filling her nethers, whilst her pussy spattered the woman’s body with green M2, and her breasts showered them with more.

By now, Meloni was breathing heavily but weakly, each breath laden with weary arousal. Her belly bulged noticeably with a green glow, so much cum and so many eggs in her she wouldn’t need a larva for a quick corruption.

But ABYT decided on one final gift, pulling her cock and her tentacles out of Meloni’s body, detaching the back tentacles from her breasts and bringing every tendril capable of releasing a load of M2 to bare, ABYT gripping her member softly.

She sighed luxuriously, and began to stroke, quickly picking up speed until she was furiously pumping her member.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t necessary, she could cum at command and had done so during the vigorous fuck session. But it was lewder this way.

And then, with a moan, ABYT came, showering the woman with green M2 from her cock, her tentacles, the tongues of her back tentacles, her breasts, and her pussy.

Meloni’s shivering body was utterly coated in slimy green M2 before the Queen Machina finally released them from her snare, laying them on the ground to endure the ecstasy of corruption.

Maybe another Machina would come along and give them lovely company.

But for now, ABYT felt a sense of victory and triumph; the reports over the cluster were all very positive, as the last pockets of UOF resistance were cornered and overrun, and shelters with civilians were being raided.

The city was awash with many erotic scenes that almost blended into one big orgy. The feelings of ecstasy ABYT felt were truly wonderful.

She stepped towards the broken window, and leapt from the penthouse, gliding down to the ground and landing with an impressive thud.

She sighed luxuriously as she saw all the depravity around her, humans in various states of corruption, or about to be, whimpering as other humans or Machina fucked them with endless vigour.

Screams of terror were replaced with cries of bliss, and the moaning and laughing all around made ABYT feel so very powerful and satisfied.

Everywhere, humans were being given the gift of ascension. They’d soon achieve the next step in human evolution, the ultimate form of humanity.

And those who needed to be punished, were; a quick check over the cluster showed that Arnold was being shared around by a veritable swarm of newly transformed Machina, fucking him in every way he could be fucked and corrupting him in the process.

She received a report from Gina, that the Hybrid had ‘apprehended’ a number of corporate executives attempting to abandon the station to its fate, escaping with their hides intact.

The Hybrid was busy ‘penalising’ them for it.

And then, Markha arrived, laughing merrily with obviously good news.

“My Queen, having fun~? I was paying attention to everything you did to those three UOF officers… I dare say they paid their penance~”

“Well… I think that Caleb fellow might have gotten off lightly, but right now he’s fucking himself silly with the other three humans inside my throne~” ABYT remarked.

“And Gina caught those corporate rats… I’m sure you’ll find some way to make them useful, yes~?” Markha added.

ABYT grinned wickedly.

“Oh, I have a few ideas to help them pay back the lifetimes of exploitation they inflicted on innocent people~” the Queen remarked.

“So, how does it feel having conquered your first city~? You’ll become an Empress in no time~” Markha said, though ABYT knew it was half a joke.

“Maybe not so fast, I don’t think I’ve got that strength in me~ Still, we’re not quite done here; one more thing to do~”

“Crack open the central shelters~?” Markha said knowingly.

ABYT grinned with a hungry lip lick.

“Everyone deserves evolution~”

The two shared a laugh and left the orgies behind as they entered the central spire, ABYT tearing down a few walls to make way to the central hardened shelters, numerous combat and support Machina already in waiting… but ABYT was suddenly alarmed when one of them reported dire news.

[My Queen! Temperature readings inside the shelter are extreme! Ventilation is filled with smoke, and fire suppression is inoperative!]

ABYT was already running as fast as the cramped space – for one so large as her – would allow.

[Open the door, and get the fire suppression back online!]

Her order was sharp, but kept local; there was no need to alarm the new additions to the cluster.

They weren’t her priority at that moment anyway.

ABYT linked into what systems they’d hacked, and indeed the fire suppression and ventilation systems were non-operative… and it didn’t seem like negligence .

A dark thought entered her mind, that this may have been one final act of sabotage by the UOF to prevent ABYT from transforming more Machina.

The idea filled her with rage, but she kept focus as she arrived on scene.

An Attacker was straining to force the door open, and then, with a grinding screech, the door opened; thick smoke billowed out. Temperature readings spiked.

They rushed inside without further prompting.

At that moment, another Machina reported they’d managed to get the fire suppression system back online, but much of it seemed damaged. Water began to shower the interior, though ABYT couldn’t get inside.

And then, a feeling of dread came over the cluster from the Machina that had rushed inside, practically chilling ABYT’s core.

The Machina emerged, almost stumbling, their expression shaken. They leaned against the open door and looked at ABYT… and simply shook their head.

Chapter 9: Epilogue

Summary:

ABYT's victory is complete, punctuated by a massive orgy erupts across the conquered station.

But Gina sees no joy in her Queen, going to comfort ABYT, shattered by the final tragedy of the siege.

Notes:

Content Warning: This chapter briefly describes off-screen deaths.

Copyright 2025 ©️ Gaden Kerensky All Rights Reserved. Do not use for AI.

 

The city was awash with orgies, as several thousand humans were being thoroughly corrupted into new Machina.

But for Gina, she did not have the heart to participate. None of the Machina that initially joined ABYT for this offensive did, and her cock hung limp as a result; rarely did it for most ‘fully equipped’ Machina, only when Gina willed it for some specific lewd acts… or when experiencing certain distress.

It was the latter, in this case.

She’d just finished up corrupting the corporate rats when she felt that spike of alarm from ABYT, and rushed as quickly as she could to the scene… but things did not look up.

Every newly transformed Machina and their temporarily human partners were directed into the central ring sectors to enjoy their ascension. Without being subject to the tragedy that had o ccurred .

Markha was busy leading a detachment hunting down any potential stragglers. Probably trying to keep herself busy.

But Gina, she felt like she had a more important duty; to her Queen.

She took flight, and found ABYT perched atop a tall building near the central spire, able to look over the wall surrounding the hub sector, and overlooking the city sections in the middle ring.

She was quiet and morose, as one could expect. Though it did discomfort Gina; she’d never seen ABYT like this before.

The Hybrid approached ABYT, who said nothing, looking out impassively at the luminous specks and shifting masses of machinium in the distance.

The obscenity observed stirred nothing in either of their cores.

“It is not your fault,” Gina said. It wasn’t much more than a platitude, but Gina really did not know what to say. The feelings ABYT was giving off… she was full of conflict.

“At first I thought it was UOF sabotage,” ABYT began quietly. “That maybe I’d have to find a more brutal punishment for Arnold, or whoever ordered such a horrific thing. But we found no evidence of UOF involvement… and no survivors.”

ABYT’s scythe arms hung limply by her sides.

“Then, we found a body, covering a datapad. It was from… a nurse. He recorded what transpired, and sheltered the record with his body. It wasn’t just the wealthy inside that shelter. People from across the station who were lucky to get there locked themselves inside. But they still had connection to the outside world. They saw our siege. They saw us breaking down defences bit by bit. And they were terrified.”

ABYT let out a melancholic sigh.

“And that’s when they started talking. They were all… so afraid. They believed the UOF propaganda. They thought they were going to become something less than themselves, to die a death of the mind. They didn’t want that for themselves...”

It was then ABYT let out a single sob.

“… didn’t want that for their children. So they gathered up all the medical supplies, all the sedatives, and put their children to sleep. And shared the rest. To… numb themselves. They barely had enough. Some refused so the children could get enough. Then, the technical among them sabotaged the fire suppression and ventilation system, as well as increasing the oxygen content inside the shelter to dangerous levels. After that… all that was needed, was a spark. A few wires short circuited. Those who were still conscious, even suffering the effects of oxygen saturation… they died quickly enough.”

She paused for a moment. The words she w ere about to say, she didn’t want to.

“I… surveyed the aftermath, when we got control of the blaze. Over five hundred people dead. Their remains were charred beyond recognition, the fire was that intense. Quick burning, but extreme temperatures. Men, women… children. Dead. Because of me.”

“You didn’t make that decision,” Gina assured firmly. “It was they who chose that fate not just for themselves, but for their own kids, who didn’t understand any better.”

“But I chose to wait. Because I wasn’t fast enough. They chose that for them because they feared terrible things would be done to them. They lost hope, and sought to spare themselves and their kids the horrors they thought we’d bring.”

“You’ve always known that this was a possibility. That some humans would make a terrible choice because they swallowed the UOF propaganda.”

“And it hurt me to think about. But I accepted it. This… this is something else entirely. Something horrendous.”

ABYT brought her hands before her, and examined her palms as if they’d give her answers.

“I’ve always enjoyed a bit of the fear humans had for me. How it turns to bliss. I don’t think I’ll ever stop. But I never want it to last once I have them. I… do not want to drive people to destroy themselves. To destroy their own children because they’re that afraid of me. Because for all my power, I’m not fast enough to prevent them even having that moment of revelation. To let them lose so much hope, and to have so much time to talk among themselves and agree to such… horrific decisions.”

Gina could feel the conflict in ABYT over the cluster, though it was kept local, only Gina really feeling them directly.

“I may not have harmed them directly, but I feel responsible.”

“That’s why you need to get stronger. So you can crush resistance before people have a chance to take the easy way out, to give up on ascension,” Gina stated.

ABYT shook her head.

“No… I don’t think I can go through this again. I… can’t do this to people again. To deprive so many of hope for so long they make that decision. I can’t. I won’t.”

ABYT turned away from the edge of the building, slowly walking away.

“My ambition doesn’t have to be so grandiose… I don’t think anyone would mind smaller plans. But I will never hurt innocent people again.”

Gina could sense that the conversation was over, watching as ABYT silently leapt off the other side of the building.

The Hybrid said nothing, but to herself and no other, she was concerned. Concerned that ABYT was letting this tragedy get to her. Letting the trauma affect her too much. It wasn’t healthy, and Gina felt that ABYT was going to need to reconcile with her fear one day, if she were to overcome what had transpired.

It wasn’t like it didn’t affect Gina; she knew everything that ABYT described. She’d connected to the cluster, visited the shelter, saw the remains of all those people.

It filled her with a profound sadness. But Gina was a soldier still, and she knew, try as the Machina might, there were going to be casualties. Both human and Machina, and today was no different.

There were other deaths among the humans. Isolated fatalities. And the rare lone suicide discovered in other shelters.

But the mass suicide in the central hub shelter… even Gina felt the despair.

Nevertheless, as averse to death as she was now, she accepted it, though understood it needed to be avoided at all cost.

ABYT… was not a soldier. She was a Queen, a fierce fighter, a dominant hunter, but a compassionate soul.

Gina suspected the real crux of ABYT’s despair was the death of the children; it was the dream of all Machina to one day bear true offspring, once the Omega rose. And ABYT was one who enjoyed the position of ‘hive queen’ and ‘brood mother’.

Seeing children ‘mercy killed’ by their despairing parents probably took a tremendous toll on even her mind.

Gina would not argue with the decisions of her Queen. ABYT was strong. But the Hybrid nonetheless worried for the well being of the one whom she owed so much to. And hoped that one day ABYT would be able to move beyond this tragedy and realise her full potential.

Whether or not ABYT found out about these thoughts didn’t matter to Gina; nothing was truly secret from a Machina’s Queen. She just hoped ABYT understood. And learn to forgive herself.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Gaden Kerensky's Machina Hazard Fanfics