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Veronica typed frantically on the keyboard, watching the footage play back on the monitors. She scowled, cautiously checking her back, keeping her rifle close, ready for what she knew was aboard this ship. Where the hell were Keeny and Simmons? They reported in approximately half an hour ago, that the Rook was puking his guts out from first flight jitters, Keeny pulling the usual jab at Simmons's taste in food. But she had called them FIFTEEN minutes ago. They can't have taken that long to check on the Rook.

It was times like this she wished she had proper radar and detection equipment, before being sent into the fire like this. They had no idea what they were sending them into, and her squad had never seen combat with these things before. They had no idea what they were up against. Although they were allowed to speak freely of these creatures, and records were open to any in service, but the general unspoken rule by those who had encountered these horrors was to keep quiet until the time was right. She hadn't seen the signs, there were none. She grabbed her pulse rifle, rising from the seat at the monitors. She wasn't waiting around any longer.

She started with the easiest place to look, the last known location for the Rook. She eased along carefully through the silent corridors, trying to stick to as many well lit locations as she could. The ship had taken a beating in its time adrift, and as a result, the power was out in sections. She knew they hid in the dark, and was careful to watch the shadows, and continuously checked her back, to the point of being considered paranoid. She rounded the dark corner of the bathroom, and discovered right away that something was wrong. Light shone under the bathroom stalls, from Rooks pulse rifle.

She investigated further, and found the very first stall door, hanging open silently in the dimly lit light, as if inviting any to come and see. The scene looked bad. Bits of shredded armour and clothing, specks of blood, and drool, mixed with traces of something she didn't care to find out. She trailed her light to ceiling, and sure enough, found a vent above, it's covering broken and discarded. The poor bastard must have been jumped while puking his guts out. She kicked the stall, before walking out of the darkened room as fast as she was able to. She had seen those scenes too many times.

She needed to leave, now. As non captainly as it sounded to her, it was all she could do. If the Rook was out, then there was a good chance Keeny and Simmons were too. She couldn't do it alone. She was going to take the shuttle, and fall back to Everest. They could simply bombard this heap with its cannons until it was only dust. There was nothing to be gained here, and she was already fighting a lost battle. She broke out into a jog, her boots clunking on the metal floor as she moved. Paranoia crept up her spine as she ran. She was alone for sure on this ship, and she was making noise. She already made noise back at the bathrooms. She slapped herself mentally. Why hadn't she seen any signs at all earlier? If only there was something, anything, to give away that something happened here. Now three good men were dead and she was running like a coward.

She caught something, out of the corner of her eye, as she ran. Turning instinctively, she shone her light up to the ceiling and fired her rifle, the all too familiar terrible shriek ran out as rounds tore through the creature. It fell from the ceiling, its green blood coming with it, splashing onto the floor and eating away at it in seconds. The thing was still moving, so she put a few more rounds in it for good measure. More green blood splashed the walls and floor, and it too began eating away at things. She hoped this ship had a lot of decks, because a lot were needed before their blood ever stopped.

She broke off into a full sprint now, racing down the corridors, regardless of light or not. She needed to move now, she must've kicked the hornet's nest. As she ran through the cramped corridors, she heard the very sound she never wanted to hear again. A ventilation shaft nearby had been broken through, and before she could even react, a slender, bony tail, black as midnight wrapped itself around her neck, and pulled straight up. The shock of it made her drop her rifle in surprise as she was hauled up into the ventilation shaft.

She kicked and screamed, or choked as the tail pulled her up and up, struggling to delay the inevitable. As she was hauled up into the dark shaft and slid along on her back, she could barely see through the darkness, but knew when she came face to face with one of the horrors, as that horrible second mouth was revealed by the opening of its first, those shiny, disturbing teeth revealed. At least it would be quick. She knew what those jaws could do, and it was hovered just above her head, drool of the horrible creature dripping down onto her short blonde hair.

The creature hissed, as it was about to drive that little maw straight through her skull, but was suddenly silenced by another hiss in the vent. She couldn't see what was going on, but alarmingly, the bony tail unwrapped its death grip around her neck. Her first instinct was to try and struggle now that she was free, but was quickly blocked from doing so by something crawling over top of her. She felt claws grasp at her armour as something maneuvered its way along in the cramped space, pulling itself directly over top of her. For a brief time, there was hisses and snarls between the two. She guessed there was an issue with what the first was going to do with her. She knew they were smart, and that underestimating them was a mistake. She was glad, briefly, as her life was extended that much longer by the intervention. It may give her an opportunity to escape.

In the meantime, all she could do was lay there as the two continued their obvious disagreement. But, it was then they finally stopped, that for her, something unexpected and unwelcome occurred. In the silence that followed, there was the scuffle of movement as the one over top of her moved down, and was now face to face with her. Drool fell and splattered over her lips, and as she went to try and spit it away, the creature over top of her locked its lips with hers, causing her to try and push it off, as she felt drool and its secondary mouth slowly fill hers.

She would have screamed if she could have, but instead was forced to swallow as more drool continued to build up, along with the small extension of the creature that now slowly crept invadingly down her throat. She could feel the bulges as they went down, and eventually was brought to gagging as the mouth extended too far down her throat. As she choked and gagged, the creature relented, pulling away from her as long strands of drool connected them, eventually falling back down onto her as the invader crept away.

As she coughed for air and gagged at the horrid feeling of the drool so far down her throat, she was gently pushed aside, as the invader slid in between the new space, grabbed her, and rolled her over top of it. She would have used the opportunity, but the creature was a step ahead, and wrapped its tail tightly around her midsection, keeping her practically stuck to it. To her horror, the one she first met, her attempted killer, was merely watching them, but was then called into action by the one below her.

The one beneath her grabbed one of her hands, and directed it over to the watcher, who had now moved closer. Her hand was forcibly directed, over and across its odd, ribbed chitnous chest, down down, and finally over what felt to her like a slit. At this point she was ready to cry, as she knew damn well what these two were doing. They were playing with her before they ended it. As the one beneath her guided her hand forcibly, she could feel something protruding from the slit of the watcher, and as it hardened more and extended from its slit, her hand was forced around the soft, warm cock.

She would have squeezed it as hard as she could, but was still praying for some miracle, some way of escape from this, and was embarrassed by the thought of dying by the acid blood from the obvious cock of one of these things. Her hand was slowly guided back and forth over it, from the odd, spear like head, over the strange grooves and bumps that adorned it. The watcher was sitting on its haunches, and hissed slowly as her hand forcibly stroked it off. By now the one underneath her wanted to have some more fun, and began grinding it's hips with hers, as it picked up the pace in guiding her hand, stroking faster and faster, the watcher simply hissing in delight from its treatment.

And then, as she jacked it off, she felt the hardening of its member, the feel of the pulses as ropes of cum shot from it, splattering across her face and on the one below as it squealed with delight. Disgust filled her as she brought up her one free hand, trying to wipe the stuff off her face, but to no avail, as it was almost as sticky and thick like their drool. Her hand was let go of, leaving her free to struggle when the one down below brought its long slender hand up to her face, forcing her mouth open.

She struggled with both hands to remove the unwanted intrusion, and in the distraction, the watcher moved closer, quickly sliding its cock down her throat. Again, she would have bitten down if she didn't know the consequences of it. She leaned her head back in an attempt to avoid sucking the watcher off, but the watcher only leaned farther inward, standing up on its legs and leaning over her, only giving it a better angle. And then, it thrust downward, until her lips were at the very base of its cock, as it now sat forcefully down her throat.

The watcher held it there, hissing as she began to sputter and gag. She brought both hands up to try and push it off, but it was a useless attempt. The watcher drew back, leaving her to cough and drool briefly, before sliding back down again. As the watcher began to facefuck her, she could feel the one down below begin to explore its options, running its bladed tail over her armour, gently cutting through the straps that held it all in place.

The first to go was the plate on her back, then the one on her chest, leaving her top half vulnerable. She still had the lower weave, a tough, resistant material, but that was quickly cut through, as its tail slid carefully along her spine, coming to stop at the lower portion of her armour, as it began to search for more straps to remove the obstructions. The watcher leaned even farther inward now, perching its hands on her exposed back as her protection was peeled away. Cold drool splashed down her back as the watcher above continued to ram into her, causing her to moan sharply between gagging and half choked breaths. She was kept warm under her armour, and without it, was suddenly aware of how cold the vents were.

The watcher began ramming faster now, going deeper with each thrust. She coughed and gagged frequently now, her own drool and fluids from the watcher running down her chin onto the one below, who was still peeling more of her armour off. The male hissed happily, as he brought his own tail to rest against the back of her head, holding her in place, as it suddenly hilted in her throat, keeping her immobile. Tears began streaming down her face as she struggled to breath, choking on the cock in her throat, and felt the telltale sign of what was coming.

The males cock engorged, sending blast after blast of hot seed down her throat. She was forced to swallow it all, but couldn't even manage that, and felt it overflow out of her mouth, and even begin running out her nose. The male stayed there for her, what felt like a terrible eternity, before it finally pulled out. She was left gasping for air, coughing up its seed. Almost unknown to her, the two were shifting again, the watcher climbing over top of them, the one on the bottom now moving her so that she was on the bottom.

In the transition, the remainder of her armour was removed. She gasped as the one who was originally on the bottom pressed itself against her, it's chitin like body, cold like the vents, now lay on top of her. There was a pause as the male hissed, and got its response from the other. Veronica guessed that she was getting a short break, as she was still coughing from her ordeal, and it didn't seem farfetched, as this had been the one that intervened. An idea popped into her head, that if the one on top of her hadn't stopped the watcher, she wouldn't be subjected to this right now. She toyed with the possibilities, death, or......this. She couldn't rightly place her finger on what she preferred at this point.

As her coughing slowed, the one over top of her started things up again, and began playing with her exposed breasts, carefully grabbing them with its sharp claws, squeezing them gently, enticing unexpected gasps from her as drool was added to the mix. As if on cue, the watcher began making its moves, now on the other side of them. Veronica could feel as the tip of its still erect cock was placed at her entrance, but a sharp his from the other stopped it. She could feel as the two shifted again, but had no way to see what they were doing, when she suddenly felt its cock rub against her entrance, and felt the shifting of the one above, grinding its hips downwards.

It was clear to her now, what was happening. Why the one on top seemed, more or less gentle with her than the watcher, taking care as it stripped her down, not even making the slightest scratch on her. It must have been female. Thoughts raced through her head as dots connected. She had a suspicion about what was mixed with the slime all over the bathroom floor where she looked for Rook, and the vent above was broken. Broken when he was attacked, or broken after it left?

She didn't get a chance to keep thinking straight, as the watcher began thrusting, grinding its cock between the two, sending waves of pleasure up her spine, and no doubt, to the female on top as well. The female, who was hissing in pleasure, began to play with her breasts more, teasing her nipples with her mouth, gently sucking and tugging on them, her drool only adding to the effects of the teasing.

The watcher began to grind harder now, his cock rubbing between their two slits with ease. The female took the initiative as well, and began grinding harder on the male, enticing more squeals and hisses from both. Veronica, in a now growing lust filled daze, shifted slowly, wrapping her legs around the female's hips, allowing for greater access to the male. This prompted the male to go even faster, while the female's bladed tail began to do trails across her skin, first by her slit, and then downward, before slowly and carefully edging its way through the tight ring of her ass.

Veronica moaned in surprise, partly from the pain, but it soon vanished as she took joy from feeling the tail go deeper, each bone like ridge of the tail growing larger the farther down it went. The watcher was squealing more erratically now, and to her surprise, it suddenly pulled away from the two, and then, entered Veronica. She yelled in surprise, as she was rammed into at full speed by the male, while the female took advantage of the situation, very slowly pistoning her tail back and forth with the rhythm of the male.

The male grasped her hips, holding on tight as he pounded into her, and with a final, primal growl, released inside of her, sending wave after wave of its warm seed all over her insides. The female continued to pump into her ass, teasing her breasts still, as the watcher withdrew, slowly. It snarled, before turning around, and silently began to make its way down the vents elsewhere. Guess that was that then.

But the female wasn't done yet, and now that the male had left, there was more room to move around. The female stopped briefly, now getting off of Veronica, gently unwrapping her legs from around it, and moved into a sitting position. The female slowly pulled her tail out from her ass, sending a small shiver up her spine every time one of the ridges passed.

The female slid the broad end of her tail under her back, gently peeling her from off metal of the vent. She hadn't noticed it, but their activities were heating the area up, and Veronica was slick with sweat, among other things. She was raised up, moving her legs into a sitting position as well, beginning to see what the female was doing.

The male was quick to leave after it had decided it was done, and neither Veronica nor the female had gotten full satisfaction. Coming closer now that the two were in a better position, the female shifted her weight, and lifted a leg up high, resting it on Veronica's shoulder. Edging closer, the female came into contact with her, and began rubbing. Veronica would have fallen back from the pleasure, as the two rubbed pussies, but leaned forward, resting her arms on the female's shoulders. The female leaned in close, making contact with her lips.

Veronica began to buck her hips with the female, moaning as they rocked back and forth, the female wrapping her tail around her to keep her close. Veronica broke off from the female, and leaned her head forward, resting it against the female, gasping as they ground against each other. The female was doing much the same, hissing and squealing, drool flowing from its mouth down to their meeting, helping them to grind better.

The female uncoiled her tail slightly, and gingerly pressed it between both their slits as the continued to grind on each other. Veronica moaned loudly, matched by the female's hissing and squealing. They continued for a blissful eternity, even the female leaning her long, midnight black arms on Veronica's shoulders, until the pleasure proved too much for Veronica, and she yelled out in pleasure, the feeling traveling through her very core as she leaned back, collapsing onto the floor of the vent.

The female, although not yet satisfied, stopped herself, pulling her tail away and returned to all fours. She hovered over top of Veronica, who was still coming down from her high, brushing a slender hand across her cheek. The vent opening wasn't far off, and she slowly slid Veronica along behind her with her tail, letting her legs hang out of the opening, she gently lowered her back down to the hallway below. For good measure, the female found the bits of her discarded armour, and wrapped them up in her tail, dropping them down the vent opening to Veronica, as she simply lay on the floor in a daze.

The female crawled through the vents, leaving the woman behind. It was pure chance that she had found the male with her, and lucky that she had arrived when she did. The male was easy to convince to her side, but as she traveled through the vents, she felt the pang in her head from the Queen. Two of the humans had made it into the nest, and were cutting a path through the warriors and drones.

She wondered if one of them was the male from earlier. He would no doubt stop if shown the same treatment again. But if it were the other two, then she would have trouble. She continued through the vents, eventually meeting up with others as they all flocked to the calls of the Queen.

Veronica finally came out of her daze, and looked at her surroundings. She was back down in the hallways, and beside her, lay pieces of her armour. She stumbled to her feet slowly, stretching her limbs. The time in the ventilation shaft had been cramped, now that she had the opportunity to stretch, she could feel her limbs hurting in protest. Slowly sorting out her armour pieces, she began trying to strap on bits and pieces.

She had no idea what she would do next. And worse still, she was undecided about what transpired in those vents. It worried her, not being able to make a clear distinction between revulsion and shock, or surprised pleasure. Her pulse rifle was still nearby where she left it. Strapping her armour on, she decided she would look for Keeny and Simmons, if she could. Maybe they weren't dead after all.