She slowly pulled out; the giantess’ walls clung to her cock as she dragged it from Fenja’s cum filled snatch. With a final wet squelch, she was free, and her victim was left gaping, seed spilling out and slowly absorbed by the asphalt beneath.
Fenja’s giant form slowly reverted in size as Xena stood over the fucked silly neo-Na- EX, Neo-Nazi. Xena’s cock still stood proud, dripping with a combination of spent cum, her own seminal fluid slowly leaking, and remnants of Fenja’s vaginal juices; a single ejaculation far from being enough to fully satisfy her urges.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of places she’s fucked somebody, though it mattered more for her partner than herself. It was, however, the first time she’s fucked somebody while being shot at.
It was a novel experience, and one that came with its own pros and cons.
Each hit of their pistol calibers were both a nuisance and a source of slight pleasure as her regeneration instantly acted thus causing her backlash.
Xena knew that one of these days she was going to develop a bit of a masochistic streak for sure.
Shoving that thought for future Xena to deal with, she picked up the travel-sized Jessica with her lower arm. The E88 members who stayed behind slowly backed up as she stood up to her full height, with both of the heavy hitters that could have possibly taken her down either fleeing due to the accidental alpha strike or “knock the fuck out”, their morale wavered.
The final lieutenant left behind was not one that was remotely capable of denting her and he wasn’t exactly a font of inspiring leadership as his only power allowed him to be unkillable due to reverting to his base state every 4 seconds. It was highly likely he’d never actually been able to satisfy anyone because of it, including himself.
She tilted her head towards Alabaster, “You know, Alabaster? I bet it is pretty awful living your whole cape life with ED. Hell; I would have killed myself if I wasn’t able to both get it up in time or worse be unable to cum.”
She Chuckled at the flummoxed man as he quickly devolved into an embarrassed rage.
“You mutant Nigger Bitch!.. I’m going to fucking kill you!”
He ran at her firing his hand cannon with unsteady aim, some hitting her while most missed. Xena brought one of her large arms to cover the now vulnerable Fenja. She watched his form clicker when it reset, then when he reset again after around 4 seconds.
As the pure white man got close enough, she finally reacted.
Xena reached down and grasped his neck with a vice grip. He was going to be a rather annoying piece of shit. She would have wanted to use him as a chest burster farm, but 4 seconds is hardly enough time for one to incubate. No, while unfortunate, she was going to have to settle for the one-time boost.
With barely a thought her tongue morphed into its base form and brought the racist asshole’s head to her mouth. He struggled in her grip, breaking his bones on her hide as he tried to escape from her, all effort proving to be fruitless.
Xena’s maw opened wide, the pharyngeal jaw tensing up. She waited for him to reset one more time, and as she watched his skin mend and bones snap back together, she struck.
in the blink of an eye, the small mouth punctured his forehead, boring a hole straight into his brain. She cored his skull like an apple ensuring that the majority of the brain was removed with the effort and exiting out the back of his head with a satisfying crunch.
The power shot through her as if she had touched a live wire. The connection to the Shard network momentarily accessed then cut with but a moment, stealing a 10th of what was stored for her own.
The Shard raged at what was stolen, but it could not tell who had stolen from it.
The power gained was much like her normal ability of regeneration, though significantly weaker and slower. The benefit, however, was that it did not rely on her reserves of biomass nor did it incur the typical backlash.
Xena really did wish she could have used him in a limitless chestburster farm, but… such is life.
The sight of her casual murder and (not really) cannibalism-which was a very interesting taste- had caused the remaining E88 goons to panic in fright. They scattered like rats. Some taking the van that was left behind, not even waiting for it to be filled with their allies before burning rubber and ignoring all road laws. The rest just hoofed it, abandoning anything that might slow them down.
She tossed the corpse of Alabaster aside, like the core of an apple.
Xena finally turned towards the two spectators of the battle.
“Enjoy the show?”
Alex was casually supporting her head with a hand while Lisa looked like she just witnessed the desecration of a holy site.
Alex held up 3 fingers, “I’ll give it a 3/5 performance.” Xena cocked her head at that. “Your speech and fight were adequate, and the execution of Alabaster was brilliant but the fact that you let yourself be taken by surprise forced me to dock you a point.”
Xena nodded her head at the assessment, “Alright that was on me, I’ll give you that. What about you Lisa, any insight you want to give?”
Lisa looked pale as she clutched the smartphone in hand, “You-You Killed Alabaster!? NO- YOU ATE Alabaster! Why?!”
There was no foxy grin on Lisa’s face, only terror at the realization that she’s been kidnapped by an even worse monster than Coil.
Xena cocked her head back, releasing a loud chuckle.
“It’s simple, my dear Watson, He wasn’t a woman. By-the-by do either of you want larger tits or ass?”
Alex laughed as Lisa looked even more stunned. Neither actually took up her kind offer, which left an awkward silence.
Xena simply floated up to them, Jessica still held in her arm. She broke the silence, “Now, you can either get on Flight Xena. Or… I put you in the luggage compartment. Which shall it be?”
Alex raised her hand, the ruffles on it bouncing as she waved it.
“OH! I want to fly; I choose Flight Xena!”
Lisa looked conflicted as she debated her options. Ultimately though, she did not want to be trapped in whatever pocket dimension or tinker tech device Xena was presumably using. She didn’t want to be trapped anywhere, but it wasn’t like Xena was going to let her go.
“I’ll- I’ll fly with you.”
Xena grinned, “Good choice.” She turned around to expose her back to them, “Now just hop on and hang tight.”
Alex clambered onto her back and took Xena’s right shoulder while Lisa took tentative steps as she climbed onto her left shoulder.
Without asking if they were ready, Xena started to fly slowly into the air at first.
Then she triggered her intangibility and as it spread across her body she sped up. Both of her passengers yelled at the increased speed, one with enthusiasm while the other in fear. Lisa held on in a death grip before the intangibility reached her and her world became murky. Alex was enjoying the ride before letting out a disappointed sound as she could no longer feel the wind on her face.
Xena sped towards the PRT building, as much of a monster that she was, she wouldn’t let a child be kept around her den of sin and debauchery… Her drones were an exception.
Xena also couldn’t exactly use her usual form of healing without breaking her Anti-Coil rule. She could only hope they wouldn’t be too retarded to properly take care of Dinah now that Piggot wasn’t on the brink of dying due to missing her dialysis because of the next crisis interrupting her scheduled filtering.
And the Coil issue wasn’t too far off from being solved judging by how close her hive has gotten to the snake’s lair.
Xena flew fast towards downtown to drop off a human sized package for the PRT, again. She let out a chuckle at that fact.
Like Emily before, Xena pulled Dinah out of her inventory and directly in the front lobby of the federal building. Only this time the place was covered in scaffolding and tarps. She momentarily stopped looking around at the sight, taking in all of the destruction that had occurred last weekend.
As agents called on their radios and ran towards the drugged-up Dinah, Xena and her two passengers looked at their surroundings, Alex finding amusement at the fact that she could wave her arm through the Steel supports and decking. Lisa did the same but in bafflement.
Xena wasn’t the saintliest of people but Much like the rest of the “gangs” in Brockton Bay, the ABB needed to be stripped down and reused for the greater good of her hive. She could not wait for the infinite Lung-morphs she was going to get… Well, it’s likely not infinite but damn close to it. Shitty shard would likely cut its losses after it realized that Lung was just getting farmed.
As the agents went about securing Dinah, Xena finally flew off towards home.
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The hive was… Well, a hive of activity as Xena phased through the now reinforced walls, deactivating her intangibility as soon as she was fully inside. The warm humid air was a stark and welcome change from the still cold April. Sherrel’s workshop was in full swing fixing up proper armored vehicles.
She called for one of her drones as she plucked both girls off of her back and placed them on the sement floor.
“Be a dear and lead these two to Yuri’s computer room, please?”
The drone smiled up at Xena as she started to guide the two young capes. Both were in awe of the set up, but Lisa was horrified at the scale at which things were growing yet she had been unaware of the whole thing.
The final remaining passenger was taken from her inventory and held like luggage, The now aware Jessica looked around in confusion.
“Where the hell are we?” She felt cum drip leak from her hole as her weight being balanced on Xena’s hand put pressure on her stomach.
Xena waved a hand at the thriving hive, “Welcome to your new home, Ms. Biermann. Here I’ll ensure you’re warm, fed, and stuffed with so much of my cum, you won’t ever be out on the streets beating up minorities or fighting law enforcement ever again!”
Jessica didn’t exactly look ecstatic at the announcement,” Could I not? I’d rather be out there at least fighting with you than stay stuck inside here acting like some damn 50’s housewife. It’s honestly the one thing I genuinely liked about Kaiserin, the dyke brought us with her to punch faces and kill niggers, ACK!”
Jessica let out a yelp as Xena used her lower hand to slap her ass, “Naughty girl, we don’t use that type of language around here. We run a very diverse and inclusive organization here. From black, brown, white, or blue; so long as they’ve got great tits and ass, they’re ALL allowed to be here, especially the lesbians.”
Jessica looked down muttering “Blue?” to herself.
She continued to preach her belief to the attentive audience, “And if they don’t have great tits and ass, I’ll give them some. But if they can’t have any? then they get to become incubators for my babies!”
The roar of an engine could be heard as a barbie pink vehicle started to roll towards the duo.
It wasn’t Xena’s armored pimp mobile and would have even stood out even if it weren’t painted in Xena’s favorite color. It was if two massive motorcycles placed on either side of a formula 1’s cockpit then where all fused together with added armor plating and reinforcements. Oh, and it had two large guns on top of the cab. Again, unlike her prior works this one looked official, one made by a weapons contractor like Lockheed Martin or even Northrop Grumman… though instead of taking a government job, they took the job from Mattel.
Xena loved it. Jessica, the heathen, looked disgusted at the paint style.
A couple of the Squealer-morphs trail behind the vehicle, their large tits sadly covered by the same barbie pink colored armor with loops and pouches with tools inside.
The Pink armored dune buggy looking car stops, the hatch opened up to reveal the proudly smiling and grease-streaked face of Sherrel.
She waved excitedly while patting the vehicle’s hull, “Look! LOOK! Hun, check out my new baby!!”
Xena smiled lovingly at her. The sight of Sherrel being genuinely happy filled her heart with warmth… and filled her cock with blood.
“It looks lovely, Sherrel. But What secrets did you hide inside?”
Sherrel grinned, giddy at being able to show off her newest baby.
“Wait? Squealer?! I thought you were with that niggress, Skidmark?”
Jessica was absolutely baffled at the sight of a healthy and COMPETENT Squealer. The massive fucking tits, squeaky southern drawl, and blonde locks giving away the ex-merchant’s identity.
She then yelped as Xena swatted her ass, “Language, Jessica! I’m going to have to punish your naughty ass.”
Sherrel frowned at Jessica but chose to ignore the interruption. ” ‘Becca got me thinkin’. If my specialization is vehicles, then why can’t I make giant robots? But then that got me thinkin’ some more. Can’t make em too big else I can’t travel in the city. Plus, I can’t go fast in a giant robot. So, me an’ her with the help of our lovely assistants-” She gestured to the Squealer-morphs around her who preened at the compliments “- came together to make a transforming machine!”
Sherrel got back in the seat and closed the hatch with a hiss. Then she initiated the transformation ability and Xena and Jessica got to see the armored vehicle start to twist and turn on itself with mechanical precision.
Like a ballet of metal, panels shifted, joints twisted and turned, as the armored buggy grew in height in exchange for length.
In moments the vehicle turned into a bipedal robot without a head. It reminded Xena of those mechs from Matrix or the ones from that blue alien bunny movie. But unlike either mech, Sherrel’s had proper armor, and the turrets from the car form stayed on the shoulders of the now towering robot.
Xena was very impressed; it nearly matched her own height. She could see the glint of cameras near the top of the robot, but there was still a physical vision slit in the hull of the pink beast.
“What’s her name, Sherrel?”
The hatch opened and she hopped down with the aid of well-placed ladders. She got down on the sement floor and patted the pink armor plating.
“I call her Terra. Cuz she’s gunna be tearin up asphalt and baddies with her speed an’ strength.”
She smiled cheekily up at Xena, and the Xenomorph queen couldn’t be prouder at the beautiful pun.
“A truly wonderful name and I can’t wait to see Halbeard’s face when he sees her in action.”
Sherrel snorted, “I’know right?! He’s gunna be eatin’ my dust on his shitty bike!”
She put her hands on her fists, her nose in the air with her sense of superiority. “Then when she transforms, he’s gunna be so jealous of her ability!”
Jessica tapped Xena’s arm, “As cool as the car-bot is, could you let me down now? Your shell is starting to dig into my ribs.”
