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''I hadn't expected you to call me out of the blue like this. Normally you give me a bit more warning through my aide.''

''Indeed. I'm afraid something serious has happened. One that falls under both our domains, so to speak.''

''The Barrier Islands, am I right? There's no other reason you'd contact me this late if it wasn't about them.''

A grunt; the voice middle-aged and fatigued. ''Correct. Island 13 has gone dark. All signals in and out have been cut, and the island itself has been isolated via a Mirror Sea, though not one of Siren design. Would you like to explain yourself?''

''I assure you the Naval Research Bureau has conducted itself as according to protocol, as it always has.''

''Right. Naval HQ will believe that, I'm sure. Now let's stop pretending nothing went awry and tell me what the hell is going on. We've got a massive hole in our radar line with a straight line to New York City. The second the Sirens notice this they'll undoubtedly send an entire air armada through and blow the city to kingdom come – I need to know what went wrong, and why the hell a Mirror Sea is now putting our nation at risk.''

A long pause.

''You are aware of the research stations on Island 13?''

''Of course.''

''Good. We were undergoing reverse-engineering efforts towards creating our own Mirror Seas, conducted away from the mainland lest it go awry.''

''Like it has now.''

''I'm not sure why it did.'' The Naval Research Bureau pointed out stiffly. ''Final transmissions from the team indicated that nothing was amiss, and no emergency alarms were sounded before they went dark. I can only assume that either some electromagnetic interference built-up before the Mirror Sea appeared, or that something incapacitated the individuals on the island.''

''Sirens?''

''Doubtful. I cannot rule it out, but I would say it is unlikely. More plausibly is a shockwave of some kind, perhaps something that interferes with the mind. Might I suggest sending a group of those Ship-Girls to investigate?''

''...is this your attempt at getting more research data?''

''Perhaps. Perhaps not. Whether I am curious as to the unexplored aspects of Wisdom Cubes or not is irrelevant. What is important is that Island 13 must be reclaimed, and the only way to do that would be to shut down the core reactor, which is located in the island's centre.''

''Within the volcano.''

''It's a uniquely-designed thermal reactor, in my defence. It's most efficient when exposed to considerable amounts of heat, and outside of the planet's crust there is no better place for it than within a volcano.''

''...I see. I'll scramble a flotilla and have them out to the island by tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they can turn it off without any problems.''

''Hopefully so.''

Click.

Transmission Ended.

X-x-X

It wasn't unusual for Yorktown to be given high-priority missions.

Between her vast amount of experience and status as a fleet carrier she was well-suited to being a flagship, both on the Pacific and Atlantic. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't surprised when she received a transmission specifically for her at little past seven in the morning, giving her orders to group up with several others at the docks and set sail for the Barrier Islands. She barely had the time to eat breakfast and say goodbye to her sisters before heading out.

The contents of the message also troubled her somewhat. There wasn't much information, and in true Naval HQ fashion there was an air of secrecy about it, obviously hiding something whilst also not leaving out anything that could jeopardize the mission. She appreciated that, but it still wasn't nice knowing she was being kept in the dark about what was going on behind the scenes. Then again that was the way of the foot-soldiers of war; they didn't need to know, so they weren't told. She only hoped those back at HQ weren't putting her and her comrades in any danger.

A light shake of her head dispelled such glum thoughts and Yorktown walked down the length of her flight deck. Her hull bobbed on the waves under her, gradually slowing as their destination came into view, one that was hard to miss even on a bad day. The Barriers Islands.

Originally artificially-made islands meant to be fortresses, they had at some point been renovated into advanced radar station instead; fifteen of them stretching along the eastern seaboard from Rhodes Island all the way down to Florida. While they didn't have the greatest defences their radars alone meant that any Sirens would be detected from a long ways away, especially aircraft; allowing ships and aircraft to be scrambled in response to any attack. Their effectiveness thus far in the war was undeniable, as nearly every attack against a coastal city had either been stopped or at worst softened in large parts thanks to the early-warning systems.

Now though, what used to be a distant line of islands was broken up by a thick cloud of mist, unnatural in the way it never drifted or changed location, as if it was rooted to one singular place. A Mirror Seas.

'I wonder what happened here.' Yorktown pondered to herself. The mission briefing had mentioned research into Mirror Seas was conducted here, so she could reasonably assume something went wrong, but if no Sirens manifested with it then surely the scientists within could just sail out on their own?

She tried to explore the reasoning why they wouldn't but reluctantly dismissed that train of thought; there was too many possibilities. Instead she tapped into her radio and spoke, directing her words at her three escorts. ''Is everyone ready?''

''Yup~!'' Omaha's cheery voice came back easily.

''As am I. Any threats expected?'' Raleigh inquired lightly as well.

''No, but we should be on our guard nonetheless.'' Yorktown answered. Personally she might've been more comfortable with heavier guards like Baltimore, but it was just a search-and-rescue mission and didn't warrant such forces, not when the Sirens remained threats elsewhere. ''Morrison, are you ready to go in?''

''U-Um, yes...'' The meek Destroyer agreed, her voice quivering over the radio.

''Relax, it'll be fine.'' Yorktown did her best to soothe the Destroyer's worries. ''Omaha you stay to my left and Raleigh to my right. Morrison I want you at the front; can you do that for me?''

''Y-Yes...!''

Yorktown smiled even though she knew the girl couldn't see it. ''Alright then, let's get a move on. Sooner it's done, sooner we can go back home.''

A cheer came from Omaha and a more reserved agreement from Raleigh joined it, and as one their little flotilla of ships began to sail towards the mist. Morrison was the first to slip inside, her hull becoming obscured by the thick grey fog before gradually fading from view entirely, followed shortly by Omaha and Raleigh. Yorktown braced herself for an ambush as she followed them in, the waters becoming slightly rougher as she sailed through the dense fog – the ambient light sapped by its thickness and leaving it hauntingly dark. The sounds of the ocean – the lapping tides, the cawing birds, the distant horns of barges and shops – fell silent in seconds, leaving her with just the faint breeze to accompany her.

How long she sailed in a straight line, she didn't know, but after about a minute the fog began to lighten once more. Light crept through gaps in the dense mist and a gentler breeze tickled her face and brushed some hair over her cheek, necessitating she tuck it aside. Yorktown's gaze though remained straight ahead, squinting to pierce through the brightening light... until eventually she seemed to sail straight out of a wall of fog.

Island 13 bared itself to her.

Only it wasn't like what the pictures looked like.

The Island 13 she knew was a small thing, housing a small volcano that had been there when the more artificial parts of the island was constructed around it. The island had some dorms for the residents, a radar station and research facilities, and a port all crammed into an island smaller than New York City.

The island before her however was nothing like that. Even from her spot on the deck she could see that; her eyes widening as she soaked in a massive, sprawling beach that led into a dense green forest. If she looked further right, towards the south, she could see what looked like mangroves nearer the sea and the surrounding trees changed from oaks to thicker, shorter swamp trees, exhibiting a change in biome so stark it could only be called unnatural. Accompanying the oddity was the sheer size of the island; easily bigger than the state of Rhodes Island if not larger.

''Um...'' Raleigh's voice startled Yorktown out of her thoughts. ''We didn't get lost, did we? This doesn't look like what the pictures suggested.''

''No... no it doesn't.'' Yorktown answered with some wariness. ''Change of plans. Assume that the Sirens are present; only they could've made such changes to the environment on such a scale. I'll wait by the shore and provide air support if needed; you three head inland and look for survivors. If not, head towards the volcano in the centre, the briefing said the main power generator should be somewhere in there.''

''Right!''

X-x-X

It didn't take long for Morrison to touch down upon the beach, arriving at the island from its western side.

She was nervous. Granted she normally she was about most things, but something felt different. It wasn't any one thing she could place but something in the air just felt... wrong. It was like if you smelled something strange when working around chemicals; it was a bad omen, and usually a sign of something worse that had yet to be discovered. In that same vein the subtle vibrations in the air, the unusually humid winds and distant rustling of trees; all of it felt so foreign despite this being an island just off of her home shores.

However she swallowed her anxiety and straightened her back, walking up the beach – hearing more than seeing Raleigh and Omaha behind her. Their ship forms were now absent, replaced instead by the riggings on their backs, and as one cohesive unit they travelled upon the yellowish sand further inland. The beach was wide and somewhat deep but the forest was quick to overtake it; sand turning into tall grass that made her stomach squirm, knowing that bugs were a likely possibility.

Again, she swallowed her fears. Yorktown gave her a job to do; she didn't want to disappoint the motherly woman.

A cool sea breeze helped quell the humid atmosphere somewhat, growing Morrison's confidence and encouraging her to walk into the forest proper. Oak trees populated it plentifully, their roots bulging out before disappearing into the grass, and as she led her two companions they started to talk – mostly Omaha bemoaning not being able to watch a TV show of some kind, with Raleigh chastising her. She listened absently but truthfully kept her eyes and ears peeled for the slightest disturbance, animal or Siren, but the forest was quiet. There was a breeze, there was sounds, but it felt like there was almost no life.

'Where did the birds go?' The thought struck Morrison suddenly, her gaze going up to the canopy. 'If a Mirror Sea engulfed this place, then surely they'd still be around...? Unless something...'

Unless something killed them.

She suppressed the chill that suddenly trembled through herself, stiffly looking straight ahead instead.

The rest of the walk was done in mostly silence; several attempts at conversation from Omaha falling flat with how thick the tension was, all of them fully aware a Siren could be hiding around any corner. They usually didn't leave the water but the humanoid variants were known to tread upon land – the Sirens wouldn't be nearly as big a threat if they were exclusive to just the water. Sure, a problem, but they wouldn't be the world-ruining force they were if they were isolated only to bodies of water.

However as they walked Morrison couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she instinctively looked behind herself, peering past Raleigh and Omaha and back at the bushes behind them, but no creature was visible. She stared longer, her own breathing sounding louder in the sudden lack of footsteps as her two friends also scanned the area.

It was only after several moments that Raleigh spoke. ''Morrison? Did you see something?''

Morrison opened her mouth, paused, then swallowed and shook her head. ''N-No. At least, I don't think so...''

Raleigh nodded slightly. ''Do you want me to lead the group?''

She wanted to say yes so badly, but pride made her stand her ground. ''It's okay... I can still manage.''

''Alright then. I'll be right behind you, don't worry.'' Raleigh assured her with a kind smile.

Morrison took comfort from the cruiser's presence, drawing a breath before turning ahead. The canopy hid the distant volcano but she could make out flecks of mountainous grey amidst the greenery, though not enough to determine how close they were. That made her frown; though she hadn't worked at the island before she'd sailed past it once or twice over the last year alone, and based on her estimations it'd take just half-an-hour at most to reach the big volcano at the centre of the island.

However they must've been walking for five or more minutes, and it felt like they were barely a tenth of the way there. How accurate her guesswork was could be debated, but her instincts told her she wasn't entirely wrong – at this rate it'd take them easily an hour to reach the centre, maybe even multiple depending on how thick the forest got. As it stood it wasn't too bad, mostly just oaks and some small shrubs, but she could already see the forest starting to get denser – bushes clumping together, vines draping down, even some trenches or holes in the ground that would delay them further if they tripped.

Hss...

The slight hiss of a bush made Morrison flinch and look over, but nothing was there. It was just the wind.

Right?

She swallowed, tempted to approach, but stopped herself. She doubted it was a Siren; at best it was an animal of some kind, possibly a bear or something if they lived on the island. The chances of her being injured by one was low, but she didn't want to face one, let alone upset one.

So she kept moving, keeping her mouth shut – silently walking faster than before. Omaha and Raleigh jogged to keep pace with her, the former grunting as she fought her way through the bushes that kept getting caught on her rigging.

After who knows how long walking, Morrison sighed and touched her ear. ''Yorktown, are you there? Can you tell how close we are to the volcano yet?''

Static answered her.

Morrison frowned, touching her ear again – accessing the metaphysical radio that transferred over from her hull. ''Yorktown? A-Are you there?''

More static.

''Is something wrong?'' Raleigh inquired as she jogged up behind her, touching her shoulder.

''I can't get in contact with Yorktown.'' Morrison worriedly answered. ''Do you think something happened to her?''

Raleigh shook her head immediately. ''If she was, we'd have heard it. She's fine, it must just be interference from the generator or something. Or maybe the device causing the Mirror Sea.''

Morrison however wasn't reassured; the feeling of something amiss, of wrongness came back full-force, inspiring a fear within her that bordered on paranoia. She flicked her gaze around her, scanning the bushes, the trees, the canopy – and saw movement in the latter. The Destroyer turned to face it immediately and raised her guns, unheeding of Raleigh's startled yelp, and just listened. The wind brushed past her ears but soon fell silent, the brief lapse in ambient sound so stark her ears rung from the haunting quiet.

Then she heard it. Breathing. Low, ragged, bestial.

''S-Something is... something is behind the tree-''

Without warning a figure lunged out from behind the tree ahead of her. Morrison screamed and scrambled back into Raleigh, both of them narrowly evading the thing's lunge and falling over each other in a heap, scrambling to get up. Rolling off of Raleigh Morrison was finally able to get a look at it – and her breath caught in her throat as she saw it. It was humanoid, bipedal and muscular, but that was where the similarities to a human ended. Its skin was a dark yellow and covered completely in smooth scales, changing only on the stomach where white ribbed skin was. Hands ended in four large claw-like fingers whilst its feet only had three toes each. A tail, thick at the base and thin at the tip, slithered behind the creature as it got down on three limbs, like a predator ready to pounce.

But what truly captured Morrison's attention was its face. It was a lizard, or at least like one – the small, thick snout and row of short, sharp teeth made it seem more fearsome than any earthborn lizard, and its small yellow eyes were equal parts piercing and intense. A Lizardman, for a lack of a better name.

''What the heck is that?!'' Omaha called out, levelling her guns at it.

The Lizardman let out a feral hiss and lunged, crossing the distance far faster than any human could – but Omaha had her fingers on the trigger and fired her cannons. They hit true, a loud blast ripping a nearby tree from its roots and blowing a cloud of acrid smoke into the air, the gentle breeze blowing it their way and leaving Morrison coughing; her right arm waving in her face to hopefully clear it faster. Whether it worked or not she wasn't sure but she was able to see once more regardless, giving her the confidence to get back to her feet, her own rigging at the ready.

When the smoke cleared completely there was no sign of the Lizardman. The damage to the surrounding foliage was still there, but there was no blood nor body, leaving Morrison acutely anxious. Had it run off? Or had it simply been blown to smithereens by the shot? Omaha seemed to think the latter judging by how she lowered her cannons, a perturbed expression on her face, but Morrison wasn't so ready to lower her own guns.

''What was that?'' She asked.

''I dunno. Some kinda creature?'' Omaha floated the option.

''Obvious it was a creature, but not a normal one, that's for sure.'' Raleigh answered, wiping her glasses clean. ''I won't pretend to be a biologist but I'm pretty sure no creature like that exists on Earth. Which either means it's an alien lifeform, some kind of Siren creature, or related to the experiments undertaken on this island. It's not like HQ was forthcoming with what was taking place here outside of it being related to Mirror Seas.''

Morrison swallowed at that, nodding. She knew that HQ didn't tell them everything, everyone knew that. Sometimes it was for the best, other times simply for brevity – they needed to know their enemy and how to defeat them, not the political ramifications or what exactly a convoy was transporting. However in this case she suddenly found herself very keen on knowing what kind of research was going on at Island 13.

Omaha scratched her head, sighing. ''Crud. We better get back to Yorktown then and give her a heads up about-''

A rustle – and a burned, bleeding Lizardman lunged from the bushes next to Omaha, grabbing her from behind. The cruiser screamed in surprise but was too off-guard to resist and was pulled into the bushes, eliciting startled shouts from Raleigh and Morrison as they rushed over. The thick green bush was shoved open easily but Omaha wasn't there, her feet disappearing between another pair of bushes.

Morrison gave chase, her fear overwhelmed by concern for her friend as she leapt over the bush and ran through the undergrowth, hearing Omaha screaming still. A powerful blast of her cannons sent shells skywards but they didn't detonate, simply passing through the thinner branches and leaves before carrying up into the sky. Morrison however kept running, lifting her rigging and aiming with her frontmost cannon, seeing the yellowish gleam of the Lizardman's scales through the bushes.

Then the second she had a clear shot she fired – and struck true, blowing a cloud of smoke out as it hit the creature's back.

It didn't down the creature but it succeed in slowing it down, and when she burst through the smoke the beast dropped Omaha, turning to face her.

Suddenly the distance between them felt far too small and Morrison slowed, stumbling as she tried to come to a stop and retreat. The Lizardman however was faster, hissing as it lunged at her and tackled her to the ground, its clawed hand grabbing the joints of her rigging and yanking them to one side. Her eyes widened as she felt the metal quickly give way; groaning as it tore and flexed unnaturally, the cannons letting out a whine as they tried and failed to turn to face their target.

Left with no other option she tried to punch the creature's chest – but her superhuman strength felt so small as her knuckles hit muscled chest, and did absolutely nothing. The time for attack was over though as the beast finally ripped her turrets away and sent them flying off into the shrubbery, its other hand grabbing the front of her dress-

-and ripping it off.

''Kya?!'' Morrison shrieked, covering her suddenly-bare chest – her small breasts pushed up by a white bra.

The Lizardman hissed in her face, its tongue extending and tickling her nose, and a new kind of fear filled her. Why wasn't it killing her? Or better yet, why was it going for her clothes?

She never got an answer however as a salvo of shells erupted across the Lizardman's back. The beast fell on top of her, its impressive bulk weighing her down and the acrid smoke filling her lungs, but a pair of small hands grabbed her underarms and pulled her out from under the beast. Morrison caught a glimpse of Raleigh's hair and closed her eyes, focusing on just holding her breath long enough for the smoke to dissipate – and when it had she finally inhaled a fresh, much-needed lungful of air.

''A-Are you alright?!'' Omaha cried out as she ran over, eyes frantically looking her over.

Morrison shook her head and wrestled herself out of Raleigh's hold, stumbling to her feet. ''Y-Yes, it just... damaged my clothes is all. What about you?''

''I'm fine. Hurt my neck with how it dragged me, but nothing that a massage won't fix.'' Omaha said, lips quirking up weakly as she tried to make a joke. They both smiled at it, but the humour was short-lived.

''We should leave. Now.'' Raleigh wisely suggested. ''If there are more of these things out there then we'll be outnumbered and overwhelmed. We also need to contact Yorktown manually since radio communications seems to be down.''

Morrison was about to agree when she heard more bushes shift. Unlike the last few times though she didn't brush it off as just the wind and backed up, her two companions doing the same. Now that she focused she could see not just one bush shift, but several. Three, five, even six at once – the hint of a tail or arm betraying the reason why.

Her reaction was instantaneous. ''Run!''

Without another word the three of them bolted, rushing through the grass and shrubs without looking back. The rustling of bushes spiked in volume and several animalistic hisses pierced the air, followed by the storm of footfalls against dirt as their hunters gave chase, but Morrison refused to look back – silently regretting leaving Mr. Bear back at home for repairs. The state of her dress was also problematic; one hand forced to hold it up and leaving her with only her left to swat bushes out of the way.

Perhaps because of that she started to lag behind the other two. Panic rose up within her but she couldn't call out, her breathing too fast and fear clogging her throat up. Steadily Omaha and Raleigh got ahead of her further and further, sometimes disappearing entirely behind trees before they became visible ahead. She could hear the monsters behind her too, their panting breaths growing louder by the second.

''Wai-!''

Morrison didn't get to finish before she was tackled, the air knocked from her lungs as she was shoved flat against the dirt ground. She slid for a good foot or two, the dirt rough against her front, but by the time she came to a stop her attacker was already moving; its claws raking down her upper-back and between her shoulder-blades, ripping her dress down to the small of her back. The sensation of cold air on her skin made Morrison seize up, panic setting in as she struggled to cry out – but her throat didn't comply, closing up as panic set in.

The back of her skirt came loose as the waistband tore, and Morrison's eyes bulged as she felt her white panties get ripped off, exposing her perky rear to the cold air. A fresh burst of energy came and she tried to speak, to cry out for help as she felt something thick against her ass-

-and any words she tried to say devolved into a shriek as something long, thick and hard penetrated her, stealing her first time with all the force of a charging bull and knocking the air out of her. For a moment she was in shock, startled from the sudden fullness between her legs, but the pain struck a second later; blazing in its intensity. She cried out for real this time, her pussy practically on fire as she felt the creature's cock pull partway out before cruelly jamming back between her folds, fucking another cry of pain from the Destroyer.

''S-Stop! Take it o-out!'' Morrison wailed.

The beast did not respond beyond a low, primal hiss as it gave another thrust, burying its cock into her tight pussy. She clawed at the dirt in some desperate attempt to pull herself away but the Lizardman planted one clawed hand down onto her right shoulder, hissing into her ear as it grabbed her hip, lifting it. Morrison lacked the strength to resist the creature, her lower half limp as the beast propped it up – and she cried out as it started to defile her with renewed vigour, slamming between her slim folds and hammering the tip against her innermost parts.

The sound of its groin smacking her ass echoed through the forest around her, though the impacts against her butt quickly faded from Morrison's mind, her ass practically going numb as it slammed its body against her repeatedly. Her breasts, small as they were, pushed and rubbed against the harsh dirt ground as the Lizardman violated her, every thrust knocking her forth before the beast yanked her back onto its large cock, stretching her formerly-virgin walls apart with ease.

''Guh... h-hic...'' Morrison screwed her eyes shut, trying her best to endure it – hoping the beast would give up, or the others would come back for her. Preferably both.

As if summoned by her thoughts she heard the bushes ahead of her rustle, giving Morrison hope – a hope that died a miserable death as she saw two more Lizardmen emerge from the shrubbery, their own thick cocks hanging between their legs. They purred and hissed at her but the Lizardman currently balls-deep inside her hissed back, prompting the two to back off slightly – lingering in the bushes or by the trees, waiting. Waiting for their turn, she realised with mounting horror.

'They're... they're going to...'

'Take turns' was left unsaid in her mind, but the implication was painfully obvious. Morrison screwed her eyes shut and did her best to hold back her emotions but as the beast slammed its cock into her once more it fucked a cry out of her, one that overflowed into a wail of despair – pain, fear and a tidal wave of other emotions rushing through her as she was railed like little more than a mate for them. She couldn't even begin to wonder why they were doing this, or for what purpose – breeding? Sexual gratification? To soften her up before they ate her?

She didn't know, and thinking became increasingly hard. The Lizardman's cock knocked on the entrance to her womb relentlessly, seeming to push against her innermost parts like it wanted to fuck her very womb. The pain that accompanied the deep penetrations grew no less raw no matter how much time passed, and as another wail tore itself from Morrison's throat her voice cracked, then grew hoarse; defeat lacing every note as she slowly succumbed to her fate.

''Ah- a-ah, sto- mn...!''

Skin smacked, her ass stung, the cock within her throbbed – and Morrison let out one final, ear-piercing cry as the Lizardman's cock slammed up to the hilt in her abused pussy and unloaded a surge of seed within her. It felt warm, sticky, and as she felt her insides be flooded with it Morrison's breath hitched. Something else was in it; small, orb-like things that rubbed against her walls as they entered her.

Eggs, she realised.

It was impregnating her.

''N-No... please, don't...''

However her strength was fading, the torrent of emotions and trauma sapping Morrison of energy – and when the next Lizardman mounted her, violating her once more, she could only lay there and take the unwanted breeding.

X-x-X

Omaha wasn't sure how long she had been running, only that she was sure she should've reached the ocean by then.

''Are they still behind us?!'' Omaha cried out.

No answer.

''Guys are they-!'' Omaha looked back, and her blood turned to ice as she realised that the others weren't behind her. ''G-Guys...?''

Silence answered, only now it felt so much heavier, so much more ominous. Omaha gulped, head jerking left and right as she searched the shadows for monsters. Part of her immediately wanted to go back in case the monsters had got her friends, but what if they had managed to escape and she just walked back into the monsters? Or what if they were already dead, and the monsters had eaten them? What if this was her only chance to escape?

So many questions buzzed in her mind that it made her head hurt, a pitiful moan escaping the cruiser as she tried to decide. She attempted to use her radio but only got static in return, further distressing the green-haired cruiser, her shoes wearing a hole in the grass as she started to pace. Decision-making wasn't one of her strong points and she knew she wasn't a smart person in general; trying to figure out the best course of action was a task too far for her.

Unfortunately she never got the chance to make a choice, as out of the blue she heard the bushes rustle – and then a growl came from it.

It was deeper than the hisses of the Lizardmen; throatier, too. Fear jolted up Omaha's spine and she turned to face the source, watching as waist-high bushes slowly parted... before from them a large wolf stalked out. Larger than any wolf alive on Earth its body was ripped with muscle and its maw full of sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. Its dark grey fur was wild and it prowled on all fours, red eyes never leaving her own.

A Direwolf. That was the only comparison she could make to it.

One that was eyeing her very, very closely.

''Um... g-good bo-''

A snarl, then it lunged. Omaha cried out and fired her guns but it closed the distance far quicker than she anticipated, going under her shells and tackling her to the ground. Immediately the cruiser fought back, throwing a punch that hit its underside and made the beast grunt, but her strike did nothing further. Had it been a normal wolf she would've broken its bones with such a strike.

She had no time to evaluate that however as the Direwolf snapped its jaws down at her. Omaha jerked her head to the side but as it turns out it wasn't aiming for her face, but her rigging – reaching down and chomping on the metal joints that held her left-hand turrets out. The shock of it slowed her reactions down slightly and by the time she shook off her alarm it had rent the metal apart; its teeth not breaking against the metal as it threw the now-useless half of her rigging off into the woods.

''G-Get off!'' Omaha yelled, punching it in the jaw.

Her strike jerked its head back, giving her hope, but she didn't stay to watch it react. Instead she turned over onto her front and tried to crawl out, getting one knee under herself – before a startlingly-heavy paw pushed down on her back and sent her onto all fours with a yelp. Teeth raked through the rest of her rigging and a chill went up her spine as she realised that was the last of her rigging. Maybe putting her back to the beast wasn't the smartest idea.

The cruiser had no time to lament that fact though as the Direwolf raked its clawed paw down her back, scratching her skin and cutting into her blue shorts. The suspenders holding it up lasted only a split-second before snapping from the force exerted, causing them to fall limp around her knees. The black skin-tight shorts she wore underneath came down a second later, torn in places and leaving her delicate bits exposed to the air.

''H-Huh? What are you- mn!'' Omaha grunted as the Direwolf mounted her. ''H-Hey! You're not really about to-!''

Something thick and pointy prodded her pussy, making her breathing hitch – realisation settling over her. The momentary paralysis lasted long enough for the Direwolf to line itself up, pushing between her puffy lips-

''HYAA-!''

-and Omaha let out a shriek as the wolf's cock slammed inside of her, prying her walls apart and pushing up against her innermost pats on the first thrust. The shock that overtook her lasted just a second before it gave way to fiery pain, a cry bursting from her lips as the Direwolf yanked its hips back and mercilessly slammed back in, not even giving her the benefit of getting used to the foreign intrusion. Her walls clung to the creature's shaft and squeezed tight as if to push it out, but if anything that only served to encourage the beast; its hips thundering forth and burying itself inside of her.

Gripping at the grass Omaha gasped, eyes wide open before she screwed them shut. Blindly she shoved a hand behind herself to try and push the wolf off of her, but it was too heavy for her to do from such an uncomfortable angle, let alone when it was currently sheathing itself inside of her. She tried to crawl away but that proved fruitless, as the Direwolf merely put a paw on her upper-back and pressed down, its low growl seemingly threatening to do worse if she continued.

With a whimper Omaha submitted; bowing her head and silently enduring it. With another, more disgruntled grunt the Direwolf resumed mating with her – its thrusts short but rough as it jammed itself deep inside her pussy, stretching her insides apart with its size alone. Though she'd masturbated with her fingers before that couldn't hope to compare to the sheer size and girth of the beast's cock, nor the agonising sensation of it raking her walls with its meat.

''Mn! G-Gh... ahnn...!'' She gritted her teeth, eyes screwing shut as she did her best to just take it. Maybe it'd stop and go away when it was done. She just needed to survive so she could warn the others.

However as the Direwolf kept pounding her pussy she felt something push against her entrance. At first she ignored it, but as the thick ring of flesh kept pushing against her fold she realised it wasn't just her imagination – and just when Omaha realised what it was, the Direwolf's knot pushed inside her. A scream instantly burst forth from her throat and she writhed under the beast, her inner walls stretched apart to accommodate the creature's swollen knot, but with a snarl the Direwolf just jammed itself into her until its knot was mostly inside of her; plugging her entrance and making sure none of its incoming load would escape.

In a fit of desperation Omaha clawed at the dirt and tried to drag herself forth, but the knot inside her refused to simply slip out – keeping them attached as it continued fucking her from behind, the beast's breathing becoming ragged and heavy. Fear pooled in her stomach as she realised it had no intentions of letting her go, a fact proven as the beast pushed her shoulders down with both paws, leaving her head-up ass-down, its swollen shaft hammering her cervix as it prepared to give her a litter of monster puppies.

''N-No, don't...!'' Omaha pleaded, not daring to look back at the beast.

The Direwolf's only response was a low, building growl as it worked its canine hips; battering her innermost parts with the tip and leaving her loins afire as its knot pulled on her insides, unable to come out no matter how hard the creature reared its hips back. The motion only seemed to propel its shaft back into her, fluid dripping from the tip inside and making her tense up-

-right before the Direwolf howled, and a torrent of hot, sticky cum flooded Omaha's depths. She cried out in alarm as the sticky warmth splatter across her insides or pumped itself into her womb, the puppy batter filling her so profusely her groin bloated slightly from the sheer amount held within her – not a drop escaping thanks to the knot plugging her hole.

''A-Ahh...'' Omaha whimpered, the sensation of having cum bloating her so foreign. ''T-Take it out now, please...''

The Direwolf, in response, merely growled against her nape.

And then fucked a cry from Omaha's lips as it started to mate with her once more, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

X-x-X

Raleigh wasn't sure when Omaha and Morrison got lost. One moment they were behind her, the next they were gone.

Part of her wondered if they'd simply diverged paths unknowingly, or if the forest was playing tricks on them, like a miniaturised effect of a Mirror Sea. Whether it was or not, she doubted she'd figure out anytime soon. Not until she got back to Yorktown and got support.

Running through the forests Raleigh finally started to tire as she neared the shoreline, able to make out Yorktown's distant hull as she neared. The sight gave her hope; the emotion only growing when she noticed a distinct lack of humanoid lizards giving her chase.

A hope that was dashed as she heard the trees rustle overhead – and then felt something drop on her from above.

''Ah!'' Stumbling and nearly falling on her front Raleigh craned her neck to see what had grabbed her – but it climbed out of her view, one hand of sharp-nailed fingers grabbing her ass. ''Ah- hey!''

She leaned her lower back forwards and swung her rigging to the side, managing to hit whatever it was. Immediately Raleigh whirled to face the source and was startled to see a small humanoid, probably only three to four feet high and with a more lithe build than that of the Lizardmen, currently crouched low and rubbing its bald head. Dark, Aegean-blue skin stretched over the creature's body tightly, making its ribcage and collarbone quite defined. Equally as defined was its fingers, which shifted more into skin-covered talons than traditional fingers; its feet similarly equipped. Small, leathery wings protruded from its upper-back and its face was mostly humanoid, sans the pure red eyes that stared at the ground, then at her.

Immediately a wicked grin curled at the creature's lips, malice evident. Faster than she expected the small creature leapt at her but she fired her guns all the same, shells lobbed over the few feet of distance – but with a single quick flap of its wings the Gremlin-like creature flew over her shell's arc, twisting mid-flight before diving at her. Raleigh raised her arms to defend herself but that just enabled the creature to grab her by the wrists, its momentum throwing them both to the floor with it atop her.

''H-Hey!'' Raleigh cried out, gasping as it caught both of her wrists with one and shoved them against the dirt above her head – freeing its right hand and letting it run it up her shirt.

Her blood ran cold, fear creeping through her veins as the implications became acute in her mind. Almost immediately Raleigh started to kick her legs and try and get the creature off, throwing her weight from side-to-side, but it weighed about as much as her if not more; it could hold her down with only moderate difficultly. Her struggles though clearly annoyed the creature, its grin changing into a displeased sneer as it gripped her wrists tighter – and Raleigh cried out as she felt its fingertips dig into her flesh, drawing blood.

More branches rustled then and she opened her eyes, gazing past the pinprick tears in her eyes... only to find a whole horde of Gremlins descending from the branches, surrounding them.

''N-No, you can't be...''

Her words trailed off but the Gremlins did not simply stop and look at her. Instead with grins abound the horde descended upon Raleigh, their clawed fingers dragging over her unblemished skin and drawing blood in thin but plentiful rivulets. She fought back, kicking and screaming, but they overpowered her with sheer number – any Gremlin kicked back replaced by another as the horde eagerly tore her clothes from her body and her rigging from her back, leaving the petite cruiser naked on the dirt floor.

Covering her pussy with one hand Raleigh tried to swat the creatures away, her blood pounding in her ears – and her attention immediately honed in on one Gremlin as it grabbed her knees and pushed them open. Two others grabbed her legs and held them open even as she tried to free her limbs, but her focus went onto the central Gremlin; a sizeable green cock rising up from between its legs and pressing against her slim, puffy fold.

''W-Wait, please don't.'' Raleigh hurriedly pleaded. ''Just let me go, I'll leave, I prom-!''

The head brushed between her lips – and without mercy it slammed inside her virgin pussy, claiming her first time in a single brutal thrust. A shriek of pain forced itself free from Raleigh's throat and the cruiser threw her head back, arching her back in the same motion as agony lanced through her veins. The sharp stabbing pain had barely lasted for even a second though before the Gremlin started to fuck her; gleefully pulling its dick out to the tip before slamming back between her folds, burying its entire length in her narrow pussy and hitting her innermost parts.

Clawed fingers grabbed her head suddenly, jerking her head a little further back – and Raleigh choked as another Gremlin shoved its dick into her mouth, spit-roasting her between the two Gremlins. She had barely the time to register that fact before it too started to fuck her mouth, yipping and howling in a high-pitched voice as it pleasured itself with her mouth; shamelessly forcing its dick in until the first inch or two went down her throat.

''Ghk- guh- mn-!'' Raleigh blindly reached up to grab the Gremlin's hips – but another two Gremlins grabbed her wrists and redirected her hands to their cocks.

The cruiser screwed her eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but she couldn't. She couldn't block out the cock slamming into her pussy repeatedly, the Gremlin's body impacting her groin with enough force to push her up slightly before the Gremlin filling her mouth shoved her back down again. Her ears ached as the sounds of dozens of yips, howls and uproarious cheers of the horde barraged her, joined by the sensation of a dozen hands touching her at any one time. Groping at her near-flat chest, squeezing her thighs, pushing cocks against her toes and palms; every part of her body was used for the creature's depraved desires as they gangbanged her.

Ripples of pain and raw sensation echoed up her groin, and a fresh cry fled Raleigh's lips as the Gremlin grabbed her by the sides and started slamming itself into her pussy with renewed vigour, spreading her tender insides apart roughly. She was utterly helpless to resist though, able only to keep her eyes closed and endure the defilement as best she could – hoping that someone would come and save her.

The terrible thing was, that she knew nobody would. Not until Yorktown noticed and sent for help.

''Mn...!'' Managing to wrest her legs free from the Gremlins she tried to close them – but with the Gremlin in the way she only served to wrap her legs around the creature, inadvertently encouraging it.

With a delighted howl the short creature continued pounding her abused pussy, its cock scraping her walls as it inserted itself into her narrow tunnel without relent – the loud, fleshy impacts sending jolts up her stomach in tandem with the weird throbs of the creature's cock. At the same time her focus became looser; a lack of air leaving Raleigh light-headed, her vision wobbling even with her eyes closed and the world seeming to tilt on its axis.

Then with a shrill, victorious howl it jammed its cock into her tight, abused hole and filled her with its seed – molten warmth splashing across her insides. Nary a second later gushes of cum was spewed down her throat as well, filling her body with their seed at both ends. Deprived of oxygen though Raleigh could only feebly swallow, doing all she could to stop herself from suffocating; her body becoming numb as her mind started to leave her.

And then just as she hung on the precipice of unconsciousness the Gremlin yanked its cock out, allowing the cruiser to suck in a much-needed gasp of air.

However her reprieve would be a brief one, as mere moments later another three Gremlins would roll her over and gleefully fuck every available hole, gangbanging her with no end in sight.

X-x-X

Yorktown knew something was wrong when she only got static on the radio.

Nonetheless the motherly woman waited patiently, trusting her escorts to come rushing back out if something truly went wrong – for all she knew it was a trick, a way of making her leave the open ocean and go onto land. As such she remained standing on the end of her flight deck, an assortment of dive bombers and fighters ready to launch at the first sign of danger. She swept the surrounding waters with her radar regularly and kept her ears peeled for the slightest disturbance, taking no chances.

Several times she almost thought something was there, hearing splashes in the water, but when she peeked over the edge she saw nothing aside from the lapping waters. It wasn't the waves crashing against her hull, she knew that much, but something about it nagged at the back of her mind.

'It must just be the fish.' Yorktown thought to herself, calming down.

Until she heard another crash, much louder than those before it. Yorktown flinched back from the end of her flight deck on reflex, eyes widening in slow-motion as a pillar of water erupted up from in front of her hull – and from it, a figure emerged. It was humanoid, masculine even; bare-chested and with a thick golden necklace resting against its collarbone, containing multiple blue gemstones. The man's buff build ended at his waist where a white skirt-like cloth rested, hiding his lower half and drawing her gaze onto the golden trident he held in his right hand, the weapon held threateningly.

The instincts flared at that moment and Yorktown leapt backwards – just in time to avoid the trident that thrust itself for where her stomach would've been. The speed the man moved at though startled her and she hesitated for a moment upon landing, granting the man – nay, the entity time to land on her deck and rush her, two strides carrying it across the distance and allowing it to bring its polearm up, swinging it out wide.

Yorktown wasn't good at close combat but was far from helpless; raising her arms defensively and stumbling back, trying to make some space. The bladed tips of the weapon carved through her sleeves like they weren't even there and even cut into her jacket, but mercifully she moved back in time to avoid most of the damage, earning just a thin gash across the outside of her arms.

''Mn-!'' She winced. ''W-Who are you?!''

The being didn't answer, and as she looked as its face she realised why. Its handsome face, framed with a white bushy beard and short, messy white hair made him seem almost divine... had it not been for the pure black eyes that stared at her. It wasn't black irises, but pure black eyes that seemed to contain a weight to them that rooted her in place. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human. At least not entirely.

A fact proven when the monster lunged at her with speed far exceeding that of a human's; crossing the distance in a second and slashing at her with its trident. This time though Yorktown was ready and managed to redirect the attack to the side, the metal points scraping harshly along her flight deck. Narrowing her eyes she whirred her anti-air guns around as much as possible, controlling them with naught but her will and taking aim at the invader.

Then with a loud rattle they opened fire. Machine guns, small cannons and her dual-purpose guns blasting it. The majority missed due to the man's humanoid size, but those that hit engulfed him in a cloud of smoke, prompting Yorktown to relax slightly.

A mistake.

Faster than she anticipated the trident flew out of the smoke and the man followed, catching her off-guard – and she cried out as a deep gash was torn into her waist, carving from her side down to her stomach. She clutched at her front on reflex, pushing her clothes against the wound to slow the bleeding, but that didn't eliminate the threat. If she had the space she would've tried launching her aircraft but if it dodged she'd be defenceless.

So in a heartbeat she changed tactics, de-summoning her hull and dissolving it into blue motes of light – all of it which reformed around her in the span of a second, forming her rigging. The solid ground under them ceased to be and both fell, but unlike the man-shaped monster Yorktown landed on her feet, albeit with a wince as it put pressure on her wound. The man on the other hand disappeared beneath the waves.

For a second before he burst out in front of her, one hand extended as if to grab her by the throat. Yorktown jerked her head out of the way with a grunt and retaliated by swinging her flight deck around, the sheer weight of it impacting with enough force to make the humanoid man stumble.

Yorktown used that chance to think. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human – and she was outmatched. In open combat, it'd be easy, but she was a carrier – and one without skill in close combat. Retreat was the only option, but she couldn't just leave her escorts behind... and she doubted her attacker would let her leave anyway.

Now that she thought about it, its appearance and use of a spear reminded her of something – of a certain myth.

''Poseidon...'' Yorktown murmured almost unconsciously.

The creature didn't react to the name, though it did cock its head, as if curious. Whatever curiosity it held however faded in the span of a second and it attacked once more, forcing Yorktown to sail backwards to evade. However the Poseidon gave chase, surfing across the water's surface in a manner identical to she herself; tossing its golden trident into its left hand as it prepared to thrust it out.

Yorktown redirected the blow with her flight deck and feigned an attack, but dodged at the last second, practically ducking under the creature's fist and sailing past it towards the island at full-speed. Even without looking back she heard it give chase, the telltale hiss of the water resistance warning her of its approach. It was about equal to her in speed if not slightly slower, giving her hope.

A hope dashed as suddenly the water ahead of her depressed, then surged up. Alarmed she tried to slow but couldn't before the wall came crashing down, sweeping her under the waves.

For a moment she couldn't breathe, her lungs filling with water as the whole world spun around her, the tides arresting her movement in a way that was almost unnatural. Then in the next moment her shock faded and battle-hardened instincts took hold as she struggled against the powerful current, resisting the pull as best she could. She needn't have bothered as the cyclone abruptly lost all its potency, dying off enough that she wrestled back her movement and reoriented herself, allowing her to kick her way back to the surface.

''H-Haah!'' Yorktown inhaled a sharp, much-needed breath, breaking out into coughs as she got the seawater from her lungs.

Hurriedly she wiped at her eyes and climbed back onto the water, her feet meeting resistance just under the water's surface and allowing her to stand back up, soaked but still afloat. However when she looked around she was startled to see that the island was closer than she last saw it – a lot closer, so much so she could run to it and be there in less than ten seconds. But why had the monster pushed her towards it?

'Unless it wanted me to-!'

Yorktown didn't get to finish the thought. Instincts flared and she started to turn but not fast enough, earning her a sharp jab in her side. It broke the skin just barely but the force behind the strike still sent her flying, and in the back of her mind she realised the Poseidon struck her with the side of the weapon, not the tip. A thought knocked out of her mind as her rudder-like heels hit the water as she flew, sending her into a tumble that lasted a mere second before she hit sand; grunting as her momentum bled dry, leaving her slumped against the yellowy grains.

''Mn...'' Wincing Yorktown pushed herself up and spat some sand from her mouth, squinting as she peered over at the masculine creature.

It approached her slowly, almost confidently; a regal tilt to its chin that made Yorktown's eyes narrow. She stumbled back to her feet and raised her rigging, prepared to fight to the death if necessary-

-only to realise, as coherency returned to her, that her rigging was not as it should be. A glance told her why; much of her flight deck had been rent apart and even her tower was partially ruined. The sight made her eyes widen as realisation took hold; that the torrential current perhaps wasn't solely just to relocate her, but also to remove her weaponry. Though she wasn't helpless without it... she would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated.

''D-Dammit...'' Yorktown cursed gently, slowly backing up from the beach. ''What do you want?! What are you trying to accomplish?! Answer me!''

The Poseidon did not. Instead it continued to approach her, its feet finally touching sand – and with barely a hint of warning it kicked off of said sand, launching for her. This time however Yorktown was too slow to dodge the grab; her startled cry cutting off into a choked gasp as the man grabbed her by the throat, then shoved her down onto her back, flattening her against the sand bank. The air was knocked out of her lungs and it took her a precious second to refill them, but the Poseidon was already moving, one of its hand pushing her dress up.

Her blood ran cold as she felt a hand grope at her crotch. She froze, briefly wondering if that was just pure coincidence, that surely it hadn't been intentional – but any such hopes died a swift death as the humanoid monster gripped, then pulled; ripping a large hole in her pantyhose and exposing her white underwear to the cold sea breeze. The sensation helped snap her out of it and her fight-or-flight kicked in, a defiant, yet ultimately frightened yell escaping Yorktown as she kicked and shoved back against the monster, trying to push it off.

It resisted her assault with frightening ease. She tried to close her legs but it grasped her knees and forced them wide apart, her panties lasting a second more before it simply grabbed and ripped them off; the waistband briefly digging into her hips before they gave way.

''N-No, you can't!'' Yorktown cried, fiercely struggling.

Struggles that were for naught as the muscular humanoid ripped its skirt-like attire off, revealing a thick, sizeable cock that was already fully erect. Then in a heartbeat the monster was between her legs, its body pressing down on hers – and Yorktown cried out, then shrieked as it penetrated her, its cock-head forcing its way deep inside her in a single rough thrust, claiming her.

''S-Stop- agh!'' Yorktown threw her head back, then to the side, pain lancing up her spine. ''Please, take it- ah!''

The Poseidon put a hand on her shoulder, still silent as it bucked its hips, driving its lengthy cock all the way inside her, spreading her inner walls apart and battering her innermost parts in a harsh thrust. It wasn't gentle, not in the slightest; every buck of its hips purposeful but fierce, making her legs spasm and the air vacate her lungs each time. Tears of pain came to her eyes as she screwed them shut, her teeth gritting together, but all of it mattered little as the next thrust drove its cock between her petals.

The hand on her shoulder shifted to her throat, pressing down and making Yorktown gasp, then gag; struggling to breathe with the humanoid's weight pressing down on her. It stared down at her with its blank black eyes, so deep and glossy it was like she was staring into the void – but another pained cry fled her throat as its cock slammed into her again, sending ripples of agony through her loins. She tensed but that only made it worse, able to intimately feel its cock slide out before inevitably it plunged back into her deflowered pussy.

''Haah...!'' Yorktown clutched onto the sand for some meagre support but it slipped through her fingers easily. ''M-Mrn!''

She tried to tune it out, to ignore it, but that was impossible as the humanoid's cock ravaged her insides; slamming itself up against her cervix with all the force of a battering ram and making even breathing a challenge. Its other hand wasn't idle either, landing on her right breast and groping it through her clothes – before it simply grasped at her clothes and ripped the front of her dress apart, allowing it to yank her bra down and out of the way, leaving her plump breast free for it to grope, which it did so readily.

''Ah, no... guh-!'' Another searing thrust made her cry out. ''Please, just stop this...!''

Once again the Poseidon didn't acknowledge her pleadings, simply continuing to mate with her – burying its cock deep within her even as she cried out for it to stop. Her legs spasmed on either side of it with every impact, her toes curled so tight they hurt and her breast starting to hurt from how roughly it was groping it. Most of all though was the throbbing she felt in her loins as the creature's cock slammed into her, the sensation at first confusing her,.. before a horrifying realisation dawned on her.

Immediately Yorktown's struggles renewed, cries for it to stop joined by kicks and punches that did little to deter it; any attempt too strong quashed as it nearly crushed her throat in its hold, forcing her to submit. The sound of it breeding her, of its flesh smacking against her own and her breathless gasps, echoed out across the beach, rising in tempo as their unwanted union reached its peak.

Before with naught but a grunt, the Poseidon slammed into her and came. Yorktown tensed, a strangled cry escaping her as its large cock filled her to the brim and delivered its hot load into her womb; pulse after pulse of its cock pouring more of its seed inside her.

'N-No...' Yorktown screwed her eyes shut, shuddering in disgust and shame.

How long the moment lasted, she couldn't be sure; time losing all meaning in that moment as the humanoid impregnated her. Only when it started to pull out did she dare open her eyes, but when she stared up at the Poseidon it was not with hate or resistance, but defeat. She was broken. Exhausted.

The Poseidon took full advantage of that, and within the minute Yorktown found herself turned on her front and pounded once more – but this time nothing more than a few quiet sobs escaped her as she was violated again and again, nobody left to save her.

[END]

Chapter Text

The expedition with Yorktown yielded both no results, and no survivors.

Naturally when the carrier and her escorts didn't return by her due date Naval HQ got concerned, and when several days passed without so much as a blip from them they sent in another fleet to see what went wrong. They too didn't return, nor did the groups sent in after them – until eventually one ship managed to escape, telling of a transformed island full of monsters capable of ripping apart riggings with ease.

Such a claim would normally be brushed off as PTSD or delusions... but considering the evidence, the gashes carved into the Ship-Girl's rigging, they couldn't refute it. Not when they had already lost several capital ships and over a dozen escorts to the artificial Mirror Sea, nor when it was discovered that the artificial Mirror Sea was slowly expanding outwards, threatening to engulf all of the eastern seaboard within just a few years if it wasn't stopped pronto.

Seeing that small squadrons had led to the Ship-Girls involved being overwhelmed, Naval HQ decided to go with the opposite approach – mustering an entire fleet of ships from all nations able to conquer the new threat. Some, of course, protested; this was a threat in Eagle Union waters, there was no need for the likes of the Northern Parliament or the Sakura Empire to get involved, especially with Sirens still in their own home waters.

However the Eagle Union was a main supply hub for many of the nations in their war against the Sirens. Be it armaments, new technology, what have you – they had the abundance of natural resources, open space and inland territory to do what other nations weren't able to. As such, if the artificial Mirror Sea was to encroach upon the east coast, it would be significantly harder to get supplies to Europa, threatening all the nations there. Each were capable of holding their own, but if push came to shove and they needed back-up from the Eagle Union, they wouldn't be able to get it with a giant Mirror Sea in the way.

To say nothing of what might happen if the artificial Mirror Sea continued to grow endlessly, perhaps one day threatening to engulf the whole planet.

Enterprise drew in a deep breath. 'Like I'll let that happen.'

A cold breeze wafted past her, ruffling her jacket and tickling her skin, reminding her unpleasantly of the cold winds out on the Atlantic. Her eyes though drifted down from the sky and onto the reason she was even here – Island 13. True to reports it was vastly bigger than it should be, with terrain and biomes impossible to have sprouted in such a short time frame. Yet the evidence stood before her, and if she squinted she could sometimes see the treetops shifting, and not from the wind. The fantastical creatures that called this island home.

Enterprise's eyes swept over the dark waters around her. All around her was countless ships from every nation capable of sending support – Destroyers, Battleships, Aircraft Carriers, each bearing different insignia, different faces of varying emotion. Some were scared, understandably. Some looked eager, excited. Some were stone-faced, treating this like just another mission. Many faces she recognised, but there was a good number she didn't either. Naval HQ had really pulled the world's navies together to fight against the Sirens; even the Dragon Empery, with its limited navy, had managed to send An Shan to represent them.

Sighing Enterprise turned her back on the ocean, and towards the table set up next to her tower. Gathered around it was the various 'flagships' that would lead four separate fleets on each cardinal direction; each with different goals outlined by Naval HQ.

''Alright.'' Enterprise approached, quelling the light conversation all were having. ''Have you made all your preparations?''

''Indeed.'' Amagi gracefully agreed. ''It's somewhat troublesome without radio communications online, but we'll manage.''

Enterprise hummed at that, glancing down at Amagi's hand. In it was a bulky brick of a radio, black in colour and visibly heavy. Since radio traffic in the Mirror Sea was disrupted Akashi had to whip up a counter-measure to that and had actually succeeded... but, of course, the time and resources needed to make these anti-jamming radios was extreme for such a small piece of equipment. It would take years to outfit the entire fleet and months just for the capital ships – as such, only the flagships would have the radios.

Radios that only worked one-way. Meaning the flagships could issue orders, but not receive replies.

Not great, but they'd take what they could get. The fact that Akashi was able to make them at all was a welcome surprise and would aid their mission greatly.

Nodding at that Enterprise looked down at the small wooden table before her, a map pinned down onto it. ''To refresh, Amagi you'll take your fleet around to the eastern side of the island and cut through the jungle; headquarters wants you to reach the research facility that was somewhere in that region. Hopefully there's some people still alive in there, but if not just try and salvage what research notes you can.''

''Understood.'' She bowed lightly.

Enterprise turned her gaze ahead, looking across the table at the other Sakura woman present. ''Musashi, you'll come down from the north through the mountains. Reports indicate that there's cave entrances there which should lead into the volcano and to where the thermal generator at its core is. If you can, disable it by any means – better to have the whole base unpowered than keep this Mirror Sea up for much longer. Additionally, HQ wants you to examine and secure the radar station if possible; it's fairly high up the mountains though, so be careful.''

''It shall be done.'' She assured smoothly, nine tails flicking behind her briefly.

Glancing to her right she met the grim eyes of New Jersey. ''New Jersey, you'll handle the south through the swamps. There's a secondary research lab near the base of the volcano that supposedly dealt with classified research – HQ wants you to grab that stuff as well.''

''Got it.'' New Jersey saluted with a slight grin.

Enterprise returned it before looking over at the last flagship of the group – Impero. ''You'll be leading the forces to the west, Impero, through the forests. The worker dormitories should be deep inside it; you're to look for any survivors and, if possible, search the base of the mountain for any additional entrances to the volcano; HQ mentioned there might be reports about them are unconfirmed.''

''Got it.'' The lazy carrier hummed.

Enterprise looked between them all. ''Myself and the others on the coastal fleet will provide air support when we can, just call it in and expect it in about a minute or two, depending on how things go. Any questions?''

None came.

''Then let's go!''

A chorus of affirmatives came from her allies, and as one they started issuing orders into their radios.

Within the minute ships began to move, surging forth whilst others deployed their riggings, skating across the water's surface towards Island 13.

X-x-X

Sirius wasn't quite sure what to make of all this.

An island off of the coast of the Eagle Union, taken over by a Mirror Sea and spawning monsters within it? It almost bordered on ridiculous, but she trusted Her Majesty enough to have not been fooled, and thus followed said queen's order to the letter – to aid their Eagle Union allies in ridding the island of the threat on their shores.

That was how the maid found herself marching up the shore and into the forest from the western side of the island. With her rigging weighing on her back and sword in hand she led Dido through the thick shrubbery, eyes peeled for the slightest movement amidst the trees. What kind of creatures lurked on the island they weren't told, if only because the one Ship-Girl who had managed to escape was on the verge of a mental breakdown and couldn't give many details. What they did mention though was that they were strong, and fast.

Naturally Dido was frightened by the prospect, and had spent most of the trip fretting about running into a giant spider or other unsightly insect. Sirius sighed at the thought, casting a gaze over her shoulder at her sister as she followed just a few steps behind, sword already raised and prepared to swing it the moment something jumped out at her. Perhaps because of that the others they'd been paired with kept their distance, hanging back a good dozen feet just so they didn't startle the flighty cruiser.

'Which is good I suppose. Since we're meant to clear the way for the others, it's practically inevitable we'll run into trouble first.' Sirius mused to herself, taking her eyes off of her sister. 'Now-'

Her thoughts were cut short however as she noticed movement in the brush – near-silent but visible.

And then suddenly the thick greenery was split open as a hulking wolf-like creature burst out, charging straight for her.

''Incoming!'' Sirius proclaimed, raising her sword.

She got it up just in time for the Direwolf to reach her, swinging at its face with the intent on cutting it down. However with surprising flexibility it turned its body and narrowly evaded her slash, landing on the grass next to her before lunging for her sides, jaws opening to chomp down on her. A tactic foiled as she opened fire with her left-side cannons; four shells hitting their mark and blowing up in the beast's face.

To her surprise however it didn't go down. The smoke parted as the Direwolf leapt back, howling in pain and with much of its flesh blown off, revealing bone in places, but its head remained not only in-tact but its life did as well. There was no time to examine the dark-furred creature though before it lunged at her, paws padding heavily across the grass as it charged and prompting her to take a ready stance, reloading her left-side cannons as she did so.

Only to be startled when a second Direwolf charged her right side. Immediately she opened fire with her right-side cannons but her alarm hampered her aim, her shells going wide and exploding at the creature's feet – slowing it but dealing little damage, the dirt and smoke sent airborne serving as a smokescreen for the creature. Sirius grimaced and hopped back, evading the paw-swipe from the leftmost Direwolf and keeping her front to them both.

''A-Ah!''

A cry from one of her allies further back though alerted her to the fact it was not just the two Direwolves she was dealing with. A whole pack of them had emerged from the bush and were laying siege to her allies; Destroyers and cruisers who opened fire with swift, powerful salvos, blowing apart trees and ruining foliage, but struggling to hit the shockingly nimble wolves as they ducked between bushes and trees. It took her a second to realise they'd already been encircled; the wolves closing in on the rear echelon and forcing them forwards.

'Such intelligence...!' Sirius was alarmed.

However movement ahead forced her gaze onto the injured Direwolf as it charged her. Steeling her gaze Sirius let out a war cry and lunged for the beast, meeting it halfway and ducking under its paw-swipe, slashing across its underbelly instead. It yelped and fell helplessly to the ground, tossing and turning as it tried to get back up, but Sirius turned and emptied a full salvo into its body. Smoke bloomed out from the impact but she didn't have the time to see if it was dead; her head jerking to the right as she heard Dido cry out.

The sight made her blood turn to ice. Dido, shoved to the floor, the beast mounting her like it was intending to mate with her – and as Sirius laid eyes on its large, red cock she realised that was exactly what the Direwolf intended to do with her sister. The ice evaporated and indignant fury took over, and with a valiant shout Sirius rushed over, swinging her hefty sword out and forcing the creature off lest it be cut in twain.

''Fall back!'' Sirius barked out, raising her blade and blocking an incoming claw strike – leaning back to avoid losing an eye. ''Dido, we must move!''

''R-Right!'' Dido cried as she stumbled to her feet – pouring her momentum into the act and slicing the Direwolf's hind leg off, forcing it down with a yelp.

Sirius stabbed it through its bulging back and opened fire, wincing as flame and shrapnel harshly blew past her, cutting her skin, but she felt the Direwolf cease its resistance immediately. Holding her breath lest she inhale any smoke Sirius yanked her sword out and stumbled in the direction of the others, her eyes just beginning to water when she broke out into the open once more – inhaling a quick, much needed breath before she chased after a fleeing Dido, the others doing the same as they tried to escape their encirclement.

They managed to, and even as she ran she could see the others bolting for the main group lagging behind them. Sirius followed suit-

-or would have, had a heavy body not suddenly tackled her from the left. The air was knocked out of her and she hit the ground rolling, sword still clutched tightly in her hand as she came to a stop.

The Direwolf was upon her in a second, paw pressing down on her back and forcing a gasp out of Sirius, her arm jerking back in a blind swing to try and deter the wolfish beast – but when her swing reached its apex the beast jerked its head forth and snapped its jaws around her blade, wrenching it from her weakened grip and throwing it away before ruining her rigging with teeth and claws, shredding through metal as easily as paper even as she kept struggling under it, shouts of defiance giving way to budding panic as the last of her turrets were destroyed.

Gritting her teeth Sirius managed to squirm around onto her back, a sharp kick jerking the beast's head back and allowing her to shuffle away as fast as she could – but another Direwolf intercepted her, snarling in her face and making her jerk back. It was only then that she realised the others had all left. All besides her... and Dido.

The cries of whom could be heard just a few dozen feet away, shrill and terrified.

She had no time to attend to her sister though as the Direwolf by her feet lunged, its frontal fangs sinking into the fabric of her skirt and ripping it down the front – nearly yanking it off of her hips had the waistband not outright snapped and come apart, revealing the lacy black underwear she was wearing. Realisation dawned on Sirius then and a nauseous mix of anger and fear welled up within her, the latter taking precedent as the hulking wolf snapped down at her crotch, clearly attempting to bite off her underwear – and coming dangerously close to just biting her crotch off.

Thinking fast Sirius attempted another sudden kick – but this time the Direwolf reacted, snapping its jaws around her shin. Its razor-sharp teeth dug into her flesh and Sirius let out a cry of pain, one that escalated into a shriek of surprise as the beast threw her over onto her front, her bust cushioning her impact only mildly and leaving her chest sore. That proved to be the least of Sirius's problems though as she felt hot, wet breath on her ass – before a big tooth dragged itself down her rear, digging in and ultimately snapping her lacy panties in a single strong movement, exposing her loins to the cold misty air.

''N-No...'' Sirius breathed out almost instinctively, a jagged wedge of fear burying itself into her heart.

A fear that kept her still long enough for the Direwolf to mount her, its fur grazing the back of her thighs and its large red shaft touching her ass – before the tip rubbed along her slit, and forced itself inside. Sirius clutched at the grass in a heartbeat, soil upturned between her curling fingers as she let out a sharp, pained cry; one that spiked in volume as the wolf drove itself in deeper, prying her tender walls apart to make room for more of its pointy shaft. Sooner than expected it reached her depths, the head prodding her cervix, but the Direwolf gave her no time to rest.

Sirius wheezed as she felt its cock rake her walls on the way out, pulling only halfway out of her deflowered pussy before roughly jamming itself back inside. She jolted forwards but with its weight on her back she was pinned to the dirt, able to only wheeze and cry out as the hulking beast rutted itself into her, every thrust stuffing her womanhood to an extent she hadn't thought possible, her eyes bulging each time the tip battered against her cervix.

''Ah! No, no st- agh~!''

Her cries were graceless, hasty, desperate. Yet it did nothing to deter the Direwolf from bucking its bestial hips, its pace gradually hastening as it got into the swing of things and fucking her without a shred of hesitation – the surrounding wolves paying Sirius only a passing glance before rushing off in the direction her allies had gone. Dimly, in the back of her mind, Sirius wondered if the others would be okay, if they would make it to the main group intact.

Such thoughts though were fucked from her mind as the Direwolf stuffed her once more. The air was knocked out of Sirius's lungs, not helped by how much her chest was squished into the dirt, but another sensation registered to her as well. The feeling of something impacting her nether lips, seemingly part of the beast's cock as it rubbed against her petals, and for a moment Sirius had no idea what it could be; too lost in her pain to really think straight.

That was until she remembered that her defiler was a wolf. And wolves tended to have a particular addition to their dicks.

''W-Wait, you can- ant!''

Sirius's voice spiked to a shrill, pained pitch as the Direwolf's inflated knot finally pushed its way inside her pussy. It stretched her walls apart to an extent she hadn't thought possible, her eyes bulging and her lungs void of air as it plugged her entrance. However the maid had no time to adapt to the painful sensation of being so stretched as the Direwolf continued to mate with her more eagerly than before; howling in delight as it slammed itself against her cervix, every thrust raking her sore insides and making Sirius spasm.

Hot, wet breaths against her nape made Sirius whimper, screwing her eyes shut and trying her best to just ignore it – ignore the pain, ignore the cock inside of her, ignore the distant, but shamefully good pleasure her masochistic side drew upon. The mere thought made her sick but her body betrayed her, a bit of wetness lubricating the Direwolf's cock as it raped her, every thrust powerful enough to shove her into the dirt and leave her moaning in a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure.

''Agh... M-Master... Your Majesty...'' Sirius moaned into the dirt like the whore she felt like. ''F-Forgive me...!''

Skin smacked, her ass rippling from every impact.

The beast's cock pulsed against her walls, inflating to the point it felt she would break.

And then with a howl, a bestial proclamation, the Direwolf buried itself inside Sirius and came – flooding her unwilling womb with gushes of its seed. The maid cried out into the dirt as she felt its hot seed paint her insides, spurt after spurt shooting inside her but unable to leak out with the beast's knot in the way – filling her up until Sirius could feel a slight bulge in her groin. It had cum so much it was practically inflating her with its seed.

''A-Ahh...'' Sirius felt what little strength she still had leave her, humiliation weighing on her just as heavily as the beast's bulk did. ''Forgive me...''

The Direwolf responded by way of growling – and then resuming its thrusts, needing little more than a few seconds before it could continue mating with her.

Eager to sire as many pups in her as it could.

X-x-X

Dido did her best. She really did.

But faced with fast-moving wolves and her own anxiety, and the cruiser found herself cut-off from her remaining allies within moments, and surrounded.

She managed to take one Direwolf down with her sword but it came at the cost of her rigging, another wolf tearing through it and rendering it so useless she simply de-summoned it so she would be more mobile. However blinded by the blue light of her disappearing rigging Dido was unprepared for the third Direwolf that knocked her off of her feet with a charging headbutt, sending the cruiser to the ground – her sword tumbling from her sweaty palms.

''A-Ah, no-!'' Dido reached out in the direction it had fallen.

She didn't even get the chance to try and stand before the Direwolf responsible was on top of her, snarling in her face. Dido squeaked in utter terror, going rigid, and after several intense seconds the beast moved back. For a split-second Dido thought it was sparing her, the thought relieving her greatly... until its snout went under her skirt.

''Eep!'' Dido shoved her skirt down – only to freeze when it growled at her, its tone low, guttural. Commanding.

When it moved its snout under her skirt again Dido offered no resistance, terrified into submission as it sniffed at her crotch – before with a slow, almost careful bite it grabbed her underwear and jerked its head back. Dido flinched as her lacy lavender panties snapped in an instant, the leftover material falling limp, and realisation dawned on the busty cruiser as the Direwolf got on top of her. She looked down its underbelly at the beast's bulging red cock but found herself frozen stiff, unable to so much as look away as the beast got down on top of her, its cock-head rubbing along her virginal lips.

And then it was pushing inside her. Dido whimpered, then gasped – and then wailed as the beast shoved the rest of its animalistic cock inside her. It was thick and long, stealing her first time and stuffing the terrified maid to the brim on the very first thrust. She scrambled for something to grab onto and ended up clutching onto the beast's fur, but if the creature noticed her hold it didn't protest; growling under its breath as it started bucking its hips and stuffing itself inside of her.

''Agh! Hyaah~!'' Dido cried out, pained tears coming to her eyes as the wolf's cock stabbed into her groin. ''T-Take it out!''

The beast didn't. Puffing out a guttural breath it seemed to press down on her, its fur matted with leaves and smelling of damp forestry, making it hard for Dido to breathe – not helped by the large cock slamming into her formerly-virginal pussy. Her legs twitched open wider on instinct in some feeble attempt to make it less painful and it helped only minimally, her knees jerking upwards and her toes constantly curling as she was raped raw against the grass.

Screwing her eyes shut Dido felt something plap against her folds, the impact strong and firm as if trying to shove itself inside her – and her heart dropped as she realised that little fact. A fact realised just as the Direwolf's thick knot forced itself inside of her pussy, instantly stretching her vaginal walls and fucking a shrill wail out of the maid, her head thrown back and her back arching as a stab of pain shot up her loins.

''N-Noo! Take it out, take it out, p-please~!'' Dido wailed.

The Direwolf offered her no response other than a bestial grunt, slamming itself into her with growing force. Dido thrashed under it but could do little more than clutch onto the beast's forelegs for support, wheezing as she felt the knot push up into her womanhood only to tug back out towards the entrance – but it wouldn't come out. It had inflated now, too big to come out and leaving them stuck together, and perhaps as a result encouraged the beast to slam-fuck her with shorter, quicker motions.

Dido felt like she was going to pass out – whether from shock, panic or some other reason she had no clue. Her head felt light even as her body ached with agony, every thrust like a stab between her legs and the beast's cock only swelling in size as it ruined her pussy. The knot plugging her entrance tugged painfully on said entrance every time it reared back, almost like a spring coiling before it propelled the beast's cock back into her, bumping her cervix like it was trying to penetrate that part of her too.

'No, please make it stop...' Dido whimpered to herself, feeling the creature's cock throb inside of her as it kept moving, railing her sore walls-

-when the beast suddenly howled, and Dido squeaked as gushes of hot semen gushed inside of her. Sensitive from her deflowering she felt every little detail intimately; her mind fracturing from the terrifying realisation the Direwolf had impregnated her, its unwanted warmth pooling deep inside her womb.

'...is it over now...?'

Dido got her answer as the beast growled, and within the minute resumed mating with her, unheeding of her sobs.

The first true 'losses' of the invasion had begun, and they would not be the last. Far, far from it.

[END]

Chapter Text

Oite found this whole 'fog' situation to be rather annoying to deal with.

For one it limited her line-of-sight, one of her more preferred senses. For another it made orienting herself in comparison to the main bulk of the fleet much harder, as even just turning in a circle could get her hopelessly lost – details blurring together in the omnipresent mist until she just had to guess. Thankfully she wasn't alone and had two others to help guide her; Libeccio and Maestrale.

Both Destroyers from the Sardegna Empire, whilst she was from the Sakura Empire. Frankly she wasn't overly keen on the two as the blue one seemed too laid-back about everything whilst the red one seemed awfully frightful, but she was used to dealing with such characters and thus took upon the mantle of leader, something that the two thankfully went along with without so much as a single protest. Maybe they were used to deferring to others, or maybe she just projected the aura of someone in command. She hoped it was the latter.

'Hopefully they can fight well. I don't want to have to watch my back and theirs.' Oite thought to herself with a huff, scanning the bushes around them with a keen eye.

Nothing stirred so she moved on, venturing out in a rough diagonal path to the main fleet, allowing them to sweep ahead whilst other small groups did the same further ahead. Not too long ago she'd heard some wolves howling in the distance along with some shellfire so assumed that the fleet had encountered some wolves, which was something of a comfort. She never liked wolves; she much rather preferred opponents she could duel with.

''Hey!'' Libeccio's sudden shout startled Oite out of her thoughts. ''How much further we gonna go?''

Oite frowned at the shorter Destroyer. ''As far as we need to. We'll be notified if the others find the staff quarters before us.''

''Y-Yes, she's right.'' Maestrale agreed on her right, voice a bit shaky but trying to sound firm. ''I'm sure we can handle any riff-raff that comes our way, right?''

Oite hummed as the shorter girl looked up at her. ''Of course. Just make sure to handle yourselves.''

Without letting either Destroyer answer she strode ahead slightly, leaving them to follow behind her in a triangle formation. That would suite her best; her sword was large but her frame was not, so she needed a lot of space to unsheathe her odachi and wield it. She put a lot of focus into melee combat, in part due to the fact her guns were shamefully weak in comparison to most of her peers, with only two 120mm guns available. Certainly not nothing, especially to regular humans and animals, but against Sirens that could reliably tank bigger, more accurate Destroyer guns like those the Fletcher girls used? It was an undeniable weakness, and one she made up for with her swordsmanship.

Busy rolling her thoughts around in her mind she almost didn't notice a hint of white amidst the greenery, only barely catching it in her peripherals – prompting Oite to stop, raising a hand. The other two Destroyers with her stopped immediately and raised their riggings in preparation for an attack, silence reigning over them for a long, weighty moment... before with a low hum Oite approached the speck of white she saw. It took a moment to relocate it when she walked around a tree, but it stood out easily, revealing itself to her.

It was a shirt. The material was cotton she surmised and had clearly torn, some strands frayed near what was once a sleeve and part of the bottom missing too, like it had been ripped off. The thought made her eyes narrow and she looked down at her feet, managing to make out crushed leaves and plants that led further into the shrubbery, prompting her to slowly walk in that direction.

''Hm? What'cha find?'' Libeccio earnestly questioned.

''Hush! Miss Oite is probably thinking!'' Maestrale hushed her sister-ship.

Oite, however, had no problems talking and tracking at the same time. ''Ruined shirt, probably from one of the island's residents. If we follow it we might find out what happened to them.''

Libeccio let out an understanding hum and mercifully fell quiet, though Oite almost wished she didn't – without her bubbly chatter the only local noise was that of their footsteps and of the bushes hissing against their clothes and rigging. Oite mindfully kept her bare skin away as much as possible, on the off-hand chance any were poisonous, but her top exposed some midriff that wasn't able to be covered. Thankfully, nothing stung her.

And soon the trail she followed led out into a wider clearing, the ground descending into a sort of natural basin. The crushed plants and faint footprints disappeared near the centre and as she scanned her surroundings she noticed that something wasn't quite right. It wasn't anything nameable, but as she walked out into the open and looked at the surrounding bushes and trees, she felt like she was being watched. Nothing was there, nothing moved, but something just tickled her nerves in a way that made her grip her sword tight.

''We're not alone.'' She announced, drawing her sword slowly.

Behind her Libeccio and Maestrale tensed up, the latter mumbling fretfully to herself as she spun and watched their backs. Oite however took a slow few steps away from her two companions, her sword-arm just itching to draw her blade but she held back for a second more, feeling something amiss – when she felt the air above her displace.

Muscle memory took hold and Oite swung up, drawing her odachi out in a single swift slash – and cutting in half the Gremlin that tried to drop on her from above. Its blood splattered over her but she side-stepped the worst of it, alarmed eyes focusing in on the bisected creature before it died with a rasping gurgle. As if that was the trigger a chorus of wailing howls came from the surrounding trees; a raspy, hoarse sound that seemed to echo off of the basin walls around them, forming a confusing mass of sound. An ambush.

''Prepare yourself!'' Oite commanded, flicking the blood off of her blade.

Not a second later Gremlins burst out of the trees and the bushes, around the same size as the three but coming equipped with small wings and talon-like fingers. They soared out in droves, chittering and squealing in high-pitched voices as they flew at them or landed on all fours and charged – immediately met with a salvo from the three Destroyers. Half of the shells were dodged whilst half either met their mark or exploded across the dirt in front of the incoming Gremlins, blowing their target to smithereens.

But what the Gremlins lacked in endurance they more than made up for in numbers; something that Oite found out as she found herself besieged by multiple Gremlins at once. With a harsh scowl the Destroyer lunged at them, feinting right before bringing her blade around in a sudden left slash, cutting one Gremlins diagonally and practically bisecting it, leaving it to crumple on the ground and stain the grass red with blood. One of its peers tried to grab her from her left but a sharp jab of her hilt stunned it long enough for her to blast it in the face with her left cannon, but before she could deal with the one on the right another Gremlin burst through the smoke at her, claws going for her face.

Back-stepping she dodged, bringing her rigging around at the same time and bashing the Gremlin on her right with it – but then a third Gremlin came down from above, cackling as it landed on her back and ripped her cloak off, sending her stumbling back with the motion. The Gremlin on her right chose then to intervene, leaping onto her right cannon and wrenching it free from its place, sending the now-useless turret tumbling away from her.

''D-Damn you!'' Oite barked, hitting it with her hilt and about to slash it – but the Gremlin on her left leapt up, grabbing her arm and pulling it down sooner than she anticipated, making her miss.

The Gremlin's beady red eyes gleefully glared into her own, and with a growl Oite jerked her head forth – headbutting the beast. It clearly hadn't expected that and fell off with a strangled sort of sound, prompting her to stomp on its head, but whether it dealt any damage or not she never found out as yet another Gremlin dive-bombed her, sending her falling onto her back with a yelp.

Immediately three Gremlins were on her, one fighting with her sword whilst another eagerly ripped her shorts down her legs. Her cheeks burned red and she grabbed onto them to stop them coming down but the third Gremlin was also working on her top, hissing happily as it ripped the fabric apart and exposed her sarashi-wrapped bust to the cold air; her breasts small but slightly pronounced. The bandages lasted all of a second before the Gremlin's claw-like fingers raked along her collarbone, drawing blood as it ripped her sarashi off and eagerly grabbed her right tit.

''W-What are you-?!'' So caught off-guard by the monster's groping she was unprepared for the other Gremlin to yank her sword out of her hand, her rigging ripped apart by a fourth Gremlin nary a second later. ''C-Cease!''

Her shorts, which were held up solely by her right hand, finally gave way between the tugging forces and ripped, allowing the Gremlin to gleefully tear them off – revealing the plain white panties she wore underneath. Fingers dug under the waistband and Oite gasped as the waistband dug into her hips, the sensation lasting all of a second before the creature disrobed her there too, leaving her nearly naked between the multiple monsters.

A fact that did not go unexploited; an eager grin stretching across the lips of one Gremlin as it got between her legs. Only then did Oite become consciously aware of its dick; a thickish, Aegean-skinned girth that slapped up against her bare pussy lips, sending a shiver through her as she realised acutely what they intended to do with her. The thought only renewed her struggles, her shouts of defiance becoming more desperate as her struggles failed to free her. Nor did it stop the Gremlin from rubbing the bulbous tip of its cock along her slit, teasing her delicate, virgin pussy-

-before mercilessly shoving itself inside of her.

Oite's scream pierced the air, guttural and twisting into a wheezing gasp as the pain hit, her first time roughly stolen by the creature as it shoved its cock deeper inside of her womanhood. Her smooth petals parted around the creature's shaft as it shoved itself deep inside of her, pulling only partway out before it inevitably buried itself in even deeper, forcing itself between her tight inner walls despite her gasps of protest, her expression one of pain.

The other Gremlins were not idle either. Even as their comrade gleefully started to fuck her pussy raw, its hips jerking forth and stuffing itself inside her, another groped at her small, near-flat breasts, either not noticing or unconcerned with the cuts and gashes it made on her small tits with its claws. A third Gremlin on the other hand got on top of her, its dick in her face before it mercilessly shoved itself into her mouth, its thumbs digging between her lips and preventing her from biting down lest she impaled herself on its sharp fingertips.

''Mmph- ghk- gh-!'' Oite's wet, muted gags rung out as the creature gleefully face-fucked her – its sizeable shaft pressing down on her tongue and forcing itself down her throat, its balls hitting her chin repeatedly.

Oite kept struggling against her assailants but her punches did little to deter the Gremlin going balls-deep in her mouth, let alone the howling Gremlin that buried its dick inside of her. Pinprick tears formed in the corners of her eyes but she refused to cry; focusing solely on trying to escape... but her efforts were fruitless, any strikes she managed brushed off and the creature gleefully stuffing her pussy to the brim regardless, her insides aflame as they were stretched.

The Gremlin's cock-head soon kissed up against her cervix, pushing against her innermost parts like it wanted to penetrate that part of her too, to fuck her baby chamber before it poured its seed inside of her. The thought made Oite shudder but no matter how much resistance she put up all of it was for naught, as she failed to dislodge the Gremlins and they continued to have their way with her, fucking her holes and groping her chest with abandon.

'No, someone, Maestrale, Libeccio...!'

Oite's budding hope was dashed as soon as it occurred as she peeked out of the corner of her eye, spotting her two comrades in similar situations as her. She got to think of them no further however as a stab of pain jolted up her groin, and with a pained moan Oite screwed her eyes shut, her insides aching as she felt the Gremlin's cock twitch and throb against them. Its claw-like fingers dug into her thighs and stopped them from kicking, its howls piercing the air as it fucked her for its own pleasure, her insides tightening around its length as she tensed-

-and a muffled cry escaped Oite as it suddenly slammed inside and came, unloading a thick gout of semen into her womb. The sudden hotness inside her womb inspired a coldness in her stomach, dread pooling within, but the Gremlin straddling her gleefully kept fucking her mouth and throat for another few seconds before it too reached climax, flooding her throat with thick spurts of semen she had no choice but to swallow, her throat bulging with every pronounced gulp until she had drunk it all.

Only then did the creature pull its cock out, allowing Oite to breathe again.

For only a few moments before another Gremlin gleefully took its place as another got between her legs, her abused pussy soon taking another cock as her defilement resumed.

X-x-X

Libeccio liked to think she was a pretty decent fighter.

Not the best, far from it, but she could hold her own and serve Sardegna loyally.

Unfortunately it turns out that when swarmed by a bunch of Gremlins her self-confidence proved unfounded, as for every Gremlin she shot down another two replaced it, overwhelming her and slashing at her as they passed. Some stopped and grabbed onto her but she managed to shoot them off before they could take her out, but her rigging quickly accumulated a lot of damage; cuts and gashes in the metal causing her right turret to eventually become inert.

Until suddenly she was tackled from behind. The blue-eyed Destroyer cried out in shock as she was forced to the ground, intimately feeling a Gremlin crawling over her back – but faster than she could react it got ahold of her rigging and ripped it off, shredding the metal with brute force and throwing the now-useless parts aside. Libeccio tried to get up but the Gremlin refused to budge, its modest weight just enough to keep her pinned.

Suddenly it shifted back – and Libeccio squeaked as a hand reached down and grabbed her butt.

''H-Hey! Where are you- eep!''

Her panties, blue as the sky, tore with frightening ease as the Gremlin ripped them off. The reason why eluded the blue-eyed Destroyer until she twisted her neck enough to catch sight of the creature's Aegean-skinned cock, erect and eager as it went under her skirt, its body pressing down on hers-

-and Libeccio let out a startled, pained cry as the tip of its cock pushed inside. The shaft inevitably followed, prying her virginal walls apart and stuffing itself deep inside of her. It was her first time and the sensation of it piercing through her hymen was acute, her cry morphing into a strangled sort of wail as it entered her so roughly, not a hint of lube present to ease the penetration and even less of a trace of mercy found within her unwanted partner as it started to thrust, pulling out only partially before it buried itself back into her pussy.

''A-Ah! Stop it, stop~!'' Libeccio cried, throwing a fist behind her but unable to really strike at it. ''M-Mn! It hurts!''

A hissing laugh, high-pitched and nearly giggling, crooned against her right ear and sent shivers through her – before the creature slammed inside her once more, fucking a cry out of Libeccio's pinkish lips. Laid prone and pinned against the grass the crispness of the ground contrasted sharply with the the heat of the Gremlin's dick; its length stuffing itself inside of her repeatedly, forcing her tender walls to part for its girth before it inevitably pulled back for another eager thrust, pummelling her cervix with its hasty thrusts.

Biting her bottom lip so hard it bled Libeccio buried her face in the grass, quiet for all but a few seconds before a cry of pain forced itself past her lips as the Gremlin sped up – its rough, uneven thrusts gaining something of a rhythm as it plundered her womanhood, its groin slapping against her ass so hard it was like a spank and sending ripples over her rear, but the discomfort paled in comparison to the flaming pain within, her pussy aching as it accepted the sizeable cock.

''Mn! Nn! A-Ah!'' Libeccio cried, clutching onto the grass for dear life. ''Make it s-stop...!''

No such mercy came however, the sound of smacking flesh ringing in Libeccio's ears almost overpoweringly so – rendering her unable to think of anything but the dick slamming up against her cervix, jamming within her no matter how tightly her insides gripped it. If anything her snugness only encouraged the beast to keep violating her, its howls of delight echoing out as it mated with her to it's hearts content, using her pussy as little more than a cock-sleeve.

She felt the creature's dick pulse inside of her, inspiring a deep, instinctual dread in her and making her struggle harder – but as if in response the Gremlin grabbed her shoulders and held her down harsher, howling as it ravaged her pussy. The angle its cock jammed in at made her spasm, a choked gasp fleeing her lips, and dimly she heard Maestrale calling her name but could barely hear it over the blood pounding in her ears, her loins afire as the Gremlin raped her.

And then with a louder, shriller howl the Gremlin sheathed itself balls-deep in Libeccio's pussy – and came at last, pouring rope after rope of cum inside her. The Destroyer wailed as she felt its hot seed splatter across her insides and pump up into her innermost parts, not an inch of its dick sliding out as it eagerly impregnated her, every throb of its girth preluding another spurt of cum that entered her womb. Eventually some of its cum started to leak out around its shaft, drooling from her fucked-raw hole.

Then at last it pulled out, granting Libeccio some momentary relief.

Until another Gremlin flipped her around, grinned, and her defilement continued – the sound of slapping flesh echoing on alongside her screams.

X-x-X

Maestrale saw her sister go down, a cry budding on her lips.

A cry that never got to leave as a squeal of surprise replaced it instead, a Gremlin flying down and landing upon her rigging. Its claw-like fingers raked through the metal and dodged her backwards swipe, inducing a state of panic in Maestrale as she turned and spun as she tried to shake the creature off – to no avail. By the time it took flight her rigging was in ruins, one turret gone and the other bent at such an angle it couldn't fire even if she willed it to.

Something that the other Gremlins took advantage of. With a gleeful howl one flew down and tackled her from behind, sending Maestrale onto her front – and when she tried to rise a second Gremlin landed in front of her. Its fingers raked down her collarbone, drawing blood and making her cry; that same cry rising into a shriek as it kept going down, ripping her dress down the front and exposing her to the creature's beady gaze, sending a shiver through her.

Then suddenly she was shoved forth from behind, bent over – and froze as she found herself at perfect eye-level with the Gremlin's dick.

''W-Wait, you're not going to... are you...?''

Her answer came in the form of a twitch, before the Gremlin grabbed her by the hair. A cry of pain escaped Maestrale but harshly cut off as the creature shoved its dick in her mouth, the thick shaft forcing her lips to part around it – and with a gleeful hiss the monster grabbed her head in both of its hands and started to buck its hips, face-fucking the helpless Maestrale. Her pinkish lips were spread around its girth as it slid back-and-forth, forcing her tongue flat against the bottom of her mouth and hitting the back of her throat, making her gag harshly.

However what captured her attention more was the hands that pinched the back of her dress and flipped it up, and then pulled her panties down, exposing her ass to the cold air. Dread settled in her stomach and Maestrale protested, crying out around the Gremlin's cock but only serving to make it stuff her gullet more, the tip going down her throat slightly and making her audibly gag. The feeling of something rubbing along her delicate slit, teasing her entrance though, made her tense.

And then shriek as the other Gremlin's cock pushed inside her virgin pussy. Her hymen gave way to the monster cock that penetrated her, the bulbous cock-head pushing in deep until it kissed her cervix, stretching her pussy out in ways she'd never felt before. She'd barely ever touched herself let alone had sex and the feeling of having something so huge inside her made her mind nearly break, the shock of it all too much.

Unfortunately for her the Gremlins didn't grant her any reprieve.

A fact that Maestrale learned as the two Gremlins started to pound her from both ends, stuffing her mouth and pussy with gleeful howls. One cock filled her mouth and slapped its balls against her chin whilst the other Gremlin stuffed her pussy and gripped her sides, ravaging her and unheeding of her cries for them to stop. If anything her cries just embolden the sadistic creatures, their dicks stuffing her holes more vigorously.

Desperately Maestrale looked to her allies for help... only for her heart to sink as she saw Libeccio pinned to the dirt and being raped by a Gremlin as well. Not far past her Oite was being utterly gangbanged with many more Gremlins circling around, eagerly awaiting for their turn to mate with her. Such thoughts were shoved from Maestrale's mind though as pain flared in her loins once more, a muffled cry escaping the Destroyer as she felt the Gremlin's claws rake down her hips, drawing blood but also allowing it to grip onto her better, pulling her back onto its swollen dick.

''Mmph-! G-Ghk, guhk, hugk-!'' Maestrale made a series of gagging sounds as the Gremlin in front of her hit the back of her throat, the tip curving down it as if to fuck her throat too.

Maestrale whimpered at the thought but there was nothing to be done, nothing to fight with. Her kicks did little and her punches, frantic as they were, did little more than annoy the Gremlin holding her skull – prompting it press its palms harshly against either side of her head. Pressure quickly built up and she cried out for it to stop lest it crush her head like an egg, her submission earning a pleased hiss from the humanoid creature as it continued fucking her mouth.

Another Gremlin came over then, crawling under her kneeling form – and Maestrale cried out as it went for her breasts, groping them and thrusting its cock up, managing to poke the tip into her navel. It wasn't even a penetration, the tip just-barely nuzzling that part of her, but the clawed hands that raked across her breasts were all too apparent, cutting into her sensitive flesh and making Maestrale sob with the pain, able to do naught but be used by the creatures.

What else would they do with her? Kill her when they were done? Leave her to be found by her allies, defiled and broken? Or, more frighteningly, would they drag her back to whatever nest they had and keep breeding her for hours, days, possibly even weeks? What if nobody found her or her sister ever again and the rest of their days was to be spent being cock-sleeves for the Gremlins... and how many offspring would they make her carry? Would she even survive?

So many frightening thoughts travelled through her head, her own mind offering her no shelter to the abuse her body was taking.

Suddenly she became aware of how harshly the Gremlin behind her was moving, how heavy it was breathing. Its cock pulsed against her sore insides, swelling as it plundered her depths even as the one in her mouth did the same, both Gremlins violating her with acute vigour – when with a sharp, unified howl they came. Maestrale felt it intimately, her heart dropping even as she felt warm gouts of semen pour into her womanhood; sticky, thick and undoubtedly reaching her womb, the creature's desire to impregnate her achieved. The other Gremlin was marginally more merciful in that it came down her throat, forcing Maestrale to quickly swallow lest she suffocated on its thick musky seed, her eyes watering as she audibly gulped it down.

Then at last both Gremlins pulled out, but it granted her no relief. She was sore, bleeding, and her body felt so very numb.

Unfortunately the time for rest was not now, and with a gleeful cackle the Goblin groping her tits crawled onto her, positioned itself between her limp legs and inserted itself into her – howling happily as it took its turn with her body, mating with her aggressively.

Maestrale, however, offered no resistance – eyes half-lidded and gaze a thousand yards long.

'Someone... save us...'

[END]

Chapter Text

Trieste heard the distant shellfire, but was overall unconcerned.

In truth she would much rather be back in Sardegna defending her home from any possible Siren attacks than be out here off the coast of the Eagle Union solving a problem she, personally, thought that they should handle on their own. She knew she wasn't alone in that thought, many other Sardinians and even some from other Europa and Asiatic nations shared that view.

Of course, that didn't mean she was waiting for her first opportunity to leave or anything. She understood the gravity of the situation and would follow HQ's orders to the letter; the more Ship-Girls out there to fight the Sirens the better, so it was in her best interest to make sure the operation went as smoothly as possible, at least as much as she could affect from the frontlines. Though personally, she felt the threat of these 'monsters' was overblown somewhat. She was a Heavy Cruiser of Sardegna; what could a few creatures of limited intelligence do in comparison?

By Trieste's side Conte di Cavour walked, sword drawn and her eyes methodically scanning the trees around them, looking for any sign of motion. ''Shall we continue onwards?''

''Hm? Yes, of course,'' Trieste dipped her head and gestured for the Battleship to take the lead.

With a grunt Conte di Cavour complied, understanding that between the two of them Trieste was the smarter, more tactical-oriented one and so trusting her to lead from the rear. However even though she was perfectly fine with the arrangement, even though she was confident in her own abilities, something just nagged at her. A slight, subtle squirming in the back of her mind that made her glance about constantly, a wariness creeping into her bones that felt entirely unfounded given the circumstances.

However she said nothing about it, if only out of pride. Instead Cavour made her way through the thick bushes that hugged the forest floor, slashing several apart when needed – but distant noise made her cease that action, caution narrowing her eyes as she moved more subtly. Trieste immediately noticed the change and followed her lead, crouching lower to match her companion's height as they sneaked through the brush rather than fight through it.

Eventually the noise became more apparent, more audible – growling and panting. Mindfully watching for any twigs Cavour crept around the trunk of a particularly thick tree and peered past the edge, a jolt passing through her as she laid eyes on the source of the sound.

Creatures. Or beasts, more accurately. Humanoid and standing upright they were covered in furs of varying colour, be it a raven black or a dirt brown; the texture itself changing from lush fur to shorter, smoother hairs. What was most notable about them though was that their heads were those of animals; one had the head of a panther, another that of a lion, and another that of a bear. There was over a dozen present in a sort of pack, growling and grunting to one another in some crude, bestial language.

'So these are the monsters.' Cavour noted to herself with narrowed eyes, watching as one of the creatures, one of the Beastmen snarled at another with a panther head. 'About as animalistic as we were told, though it doesn't match the description of a 'Lizardman'.''

She'd known that the island was host to many types of monsters, that much was inferred in the official report, but nobody knew how many. The Beastmen, until now, were unrecorded.

Which meant they didn't know their capabilities.

Suddenly one with a lion head stopped and sniffed the air, its head rising further as it sniffed again – and then a low, snarling growl escaped it. Cavour tensed and she backed up but the motion must've been seen as she heard more growls emerge from the pack of humanoid animals, prompting her to back up faster. Trieste was by her side and drew her sword with a flourish, their eyes hardening as they prepared to meet their enemies with blade and shellfire.

A sudden howl pierced the air, loud as it was harrowing – before with the rush of a dozen footsteps the Beastmen burst through the shrubbery, coming in low whilst some of their brethren followed behind on their hind legs. Nary a second later both Trieste and Cavour opened fire, their shells closing the meagre distance in a second and erupting across the bodies of their opponents, unable to miss from such short range and blowing several apart.

However when the smoke cleared the Beastmen remaining charged through.

Trieste's eyes hardened and she met a panther-headed one halfway, ducking under its paw-swipe and slashing it across the throat. Her blade dug in but not enough to deal critical damage and the Beastman proved that by suddenly swiping at her with its other hand, striking Trieste in the stomach and sending her skidding back across the dirt, but still standing. The short few seconds it took gave the creature enough time to recoup and lunge at her with a deep, cattish snarl.

Until she reloaded her cannons and blasted it apart mid-air, a gout of flame and smoke bursting out and sweeping through the foliage across her. She cut it in twain with her sword and stepped through it, sweeping her eyes about – when a lion-headed Beastman burst out from the bushes on her right. She slashed but it got in her guard faster than she anticipated, sending the cruiser to the ground with a shout, her blade shoved aside by a meaty paw.

''Dammit...!'' Trieste hissed out, aiming her cannons-

-but before she could make a point-blank shot the Beastman snarled, its paws crashing down onto her rigging and squishing the metal like it was made out of cardboard. Rather than target the large turrets it went for the metal connecting them, and the second the connection was broken they became inert, thudding against the dirt on either side of her. Panic flared in Trieste's chest but stubborn determination reared its head as well, her fist connecting with the beast's jaw... and doing startlingly little damage. It barely even knocked its head to the side. Granted it had a stocky neck like a gorilla, but she still expected more damage than that.

Instead all she managed to do was annoy it. With a snarl the Beastman raked its clawed paw down her front, eliciting a cry of pain from the cruise as it cut her clothes and drew blood – thin amounts, but amounts that still hurt, the four long gashes weeping crimson even as the cruiser wrestled against the Beastman's weight and managed to get over onto her front, shoving herself away from it. For a moment her escape seemed assured as the Beastman targeted her rigging first, slashing through the now-useless metal back of it and allowing her to get one knee under herself, prepared to launch herself towards her discarded sword.

A prospect made impossible when the Beastman lunged on top of her, shoving her down under its hefty weight.

''Gh-!'' Trieste gasped out as she was knocked onto her knees – a heavy paw shoving her head down into the dirt. ''R-Release me this instant!''

The Beastman growled lowly in return, its lion features stretched into a snarl. A jolt of primal fear curled in her stomach but she stubbornly refused to show weakness, glaring angrily up at the beast as if daring it to end her right then and there. However the Beastman didn't intend to do that from the start – a fact Trieste slowly learned as its other paw ran down over her shapely behind, cutting cloth easily and ruining her cape, skirt and pantyhose... and, incidentally, cutting a hole in the latter.

Something prodded her ass then. For a moment Trieste didn't know what it was, but the second she felt a pointed tip push up against her panty-clad pussy the reality of the situation dawned on her with horrifying slowness – and with haste the prideful Sardegna cruiser started to struggle more, kicking her legs and shouting curses up at the beast to release her, all of which were ignored as the Beastman curled a single solitary claw around her underwear, and snapped it with a simple tug.

Womanhood now exposed the beast mounted her, unheeding of her pleas as it lined up – and then with a snarl it shoved itself inside of her.

Trieste screamed out a curse as its thick cock suddenly stabbed into her, its length raking her walls as it got most of it inside her on the very first thrust, only to then slowly pull its way back out of her, preluding the next thrust that made her cry out. There was no lubrication, no easement; just a guttural growl from the Beastman as it slowly but steadily continued to slam itself into her defiled pussy, her inner walls clamping around its pointed cock as it ruined her insides but failing to stop it from stuffing her a second later.

Twisting her head Trieste managed to look behind her better, glaring spitefully up at the Beastman as it violated her – her eyes forced shut as another wave of pain wracked up her body, a groan of pain fleeing her throat as her tender inner walls were shoved apart by its cock. She felt something ticklish inside of her too as the monster kept pumping itself between her folds, something thin but almost hairy – and she found out what it was a second later as countless small spines erected themselves out from his cock, scratching her insides as it fucked her.

''Hn!'' Trieste grit her teeth, but a cry of pain soon pierced out past her lips. ''T-Take it out you unsightly- guh!''

Another thrust rendered any words a jumbled mess, the air fucked from Trieste's lungs as she felt the Beastman's sizeable cock rake her inner walls, the spines upon its cock digging in and bending at such an angle it was harder for it to pull out, and in turn encouraged the creature to slam up against the gates of her womb. Trieste dug her fingers into the dirt as the beast sped it, wheezing gasps and laboured groans of pain tumbling freely from her lips as it railed her, mating with her like she was little more than a broodmare for it.

The thought invoked a deep shame in the cruiser, her pride cracking under the weight of the Beastman's presence as it rutted into her, cock swollen and throbbing as it pushed against her clenching walls, the pointy tip prodding her cervix like it wanted to penetrate her there too. Every backwards drag of its cock raked her insides with its spines and propelled its length back into her like a slingshot, its cock hitting her depths harder and harder, forcing cries out of Trieste no matter how desperately she tried to preserve her dignity, her desire to endure silently unmet.

''Mn! Gh! Nn!'' Tight, strained grunts fucked themselves free from Trieste's lips, her eyes screwing tightly shut as she endured the abuse.

The Beastman barely noticed, merely growling as it kept shafting her into the dirt. Its grip on her head grew uncomfortably tight and it shoved her down into the compacted dirt enough to make Trieste wince, utterly helpless as it kept stuffing itself between her abused folds, the spines of its shaft raking her walls and getting her shamefully wet. She wasn't turned on in the slightest but her body responded all the same, easing the penetrating ever so slightly, though it did little to soothe the pain of the spines raking against her insides.

Nor did it stop her from feeling its cock swell and throb against her insides, the implications not lost on her. Trieste struggled harder than before, grunting and elbowing the beast looming over her, its groin smacking against her ass hard enough to jerk her forth and make her cry out, the beast's pace hastening to a skin-slapping peak-

-until with a deep, bestial snarl it slammed its cock all the way inside of her and came, knocking the air out of Trieste as her womb was filled with thick, profuse amounts of beast-cum, its load hot against her insides as it utterly filled her womanhood whether she wanted it or not. She refused to cry out but couldn't stop a quiet groan from slipping past her pursed lips, feeling almost dizzy as the Beastman knocked her up.

''Mn... damn it...'' Was all Trieste could breathe out, defeated.

The Beastman above her though wasn't content with just one creampie.

A fact it made apparent as it resumed moving, railing Trieste even as the cruiser cried out in protest; her womb soon accepting many more helpings of semen.

X-x-X

Conte di Cavour counted at least five Beastmen she'd downed.

However when Trieste went down the remainder focused themselves on her and solely her, immediately pushing her onto the defensive. Her rigging took progressively more and more damage until it was rendered unusable and her sword remained her only defence against the beasts, all of whom adopted primitive tactics to counter her superior strength – one would attack and draw her ire whilst others went for her back, they'd try distract her with shouts or noises, things like that.

Surprisingly intelligent for a bunch of creatures like them, she had to concede begrudgingly, but that did little to dim her anger as she slashed out at a panther-headed Beastman, forcing it back. However another Beastman took advantage of her momentary lapse and lunged, slashing her across the chest and forcing her back with a wince, her sword coming up and forcing a second attack back lest the owner of the arm lose it.

Then her back hit a tree. 'Shit.'

A Beastman with a panther-like head and coat lunged at her, its low, primal snarl ringing out – before Cavour threw herself to the right. The Beastman failed to follow her in time and ended up hitting the tree, its claws getting stuck in the wood and immobilising it for a dangerous second, giving Cavour all the time she needed to flick her wrist and behead the creature, killing it instantly.

The motion did not go unrepaid though, as a pawed hand suddenly hit her side, sending Cavour skipping then tumbling across the grass. She hurriedly stabbed her sword into the dirt and pushed herself upright-

-only for tiger-headed Beastman to tackle her, incidentally wrenching her sword from her grip and sending her onto her back, the air momentarily knocked out of her. Recovering it was made that much harder as the Beastman got on top of her, snarling in her face and making Cavour recoil back, her face set in a grimace as spittle landed across her face. However she was shocked more when the Beastman raked its claws down her groin, cutting cloth and slicing through her panties... before, between its legs, a stiff red cock began to rise up. Thick and slightly pointed its size alarmed her, but the implications were what truly made her blood run cold.

'It intends to...?!'

The tip pushed up along her smooth, puffy lips, and before Cavour could so much as speak the tip shoved itself inside of her. A shout of pain forced its way out of her throat and her hands immediately clutched onto the grass, pulling clumps of it out as she felt the monster's sizeable cock stretch her narrow pussy – a strained gasp escaping her as it shoved itself inside a little deeper, forcing her insides to spread to accommodate its size.

However the Beastman offered her no mercy, and with a growl of lust the panther-headed beast grabbed her slim hips and started to rail Cavour in earnest – strong, eager thrusts stuffing her so deep her eyes bulged out, a cry leaving her lips until they pursed together with stubborn resistance, her eyes sharpening into a glare. However said glare did little to deter the beast, its muscled hips still thrusting forth and stuffing its bulbous cock into her, unheeding of her strained grunts and gasps.

''C-Cease...!'' Cavour kicked her legs as best she could but was unable to remove it from between her thighs.

As if to spite her then the Beastman snarled lowly at her; a guttural sound reminiscent of its panther-like features, before it grabbed her thighs and folded them over her – pressing them down and mating-pressing Cavour into the dirt. The air was practically knocked out of her, preventing her from even screaming as the Beastman's large cock slammed between her petals and hit her innermost parts with a vengeance. The beast's cock also had countless spines upon it that raked her vaginal walls as it moved, scratching her insides and making her wheeze in silent distress.

Distress that only rose as the Beastman picked up the pace, its spiney cock slamming between her clenching walls and kissing the gates of her womb, the tip pushing against her depths dangerously hard. She kept kicking her legs but with the Beastman's overpowering grip on them she was helpless to escape the monster, her cries for it to stop going entirely unheeded as it focused solely on mating-pressing her, its guttural growls and hisses the only sounds that escaped it.

''Agh! You degenerate, I'll have you- gah! Vaffanculo, miserabile bastardo! Ti sventro come un pesce!'' Cavour slipped into her native tongue, her head jerking from left to right as waves of pain seized through her loins as the beast's cock ruined her. ''Haagh...! I'll make y-you pay...!''

The Beastman barely seemed to even register her insults, simply shoving its girthy cock between her abused folds and stuffing her pussy relentlessly, its intent to procreate with her all too apparent. No matter how much or how strongly she resisted it defiled her all the same, and almost unconsciously Cavour's resistance waned; the futility of it making her give up in favour of saving her strength. The beast above her though took it as a sign of submission, earning a gleeful growl from the beast; its spiney cock swelling as it neared its end.

Cavour barely noticed, her eyes screwing shut as she just endured it all. Unbeknownst to the petite Battleship however the Beastman's cock-spines raked her walls and seeped a tiny amount of chemical into her body, increasing the chance of ovulation as it kept ruthlessly mating with her. However even as she tried to block out the horrible sensations assaulting her body, Cavour most definitely noticed how the creature's cock grew in size, swelling up-

-and she gasped as it suddenly unleashed thick, profuse amounts of cum deep inside of her. It felt hot against her insides and utterly gushed across her abused, tender walls, plenty of the beast's seed reaching her womb. She thrashed in a burst of resistance but it died as quickly as it came, her spirit crushed by the realisation she would bear the vile creature's pups, that she would no longer be able to serve Sardegna with the shame weighing over her like the sword of Damocles itself.

Lost in her own thoughts, expression twisted with shame, she barely even noticed that the Beastman had stopped moving.

But she most certainly noticed when it resumed, pounding her sore, cum-filled pussy like the beast it truly was, unheeding of her weak grunts and pitiable groans.

And thus, the monsters had claimed another.

[END]

Chapter Text

On another part of the island, New Jersey's fleet was exploring the swamp.

Which, frankly, was about as pleasant at it sounded.

Featuring thick low-hanging trees, countless dangling vines, numerous flying insects and sodden patches of land between dirty-brown water that hid whatever monstrosities lurked beneath, it was an unsettling place. That wasn't even mentioning the rancid smell that plagued the air, and it was only thanks to the innate immunity most Ship-Girls possessed that any airborne pathogens didn't affect them. Yet, anyway.

Laffey shambled behind the main bulk of the fleet, bringing up the rear – which was just a convenient excuse to walk slower. It hadn't been a problem at first but as time went on she gradually lagged behind the rest of the task force, catching up every now and again at the prodding of some of her peers. Even in the swampy biome, even as horrid smells tickled her nose, Laffey's dopey expression didn't waver even slightly; still looking sleepy despite the unseen dangers lingering around them.

Something that one of her companions couldn't help but note. ''I can't believe you're so at ease, Signora Laffey...''

''Mn... it's fine, if you ignore the smell.'' Laffey looked down at her shoes trudged through the wet, boggy ground. ''...and the bog.''

''Yes, it's quite the pain.'' Carabiniere murmured as she carefully took each step, lest she lose a shoe. ''Please hurry up though, at this rate we'll be left behind by the group and I don't wish to see what will happen then.''

''It'll be fine.'' Laffey yawned.

Carabiniere sighed at that but trudged through the bog faster. ''Just please follow me.''

Laffey hummed an agreement, following behind the blonde Sardinian; the latter moving faster than the former as they crossed the patch of land ahead of them. Eventually the ground depressed into a sort of shallow but wide river, earning a disgusted look from Carabiniere and a frown from Laffey as both were forced to trudge through the shallow water – rising up to their ankles with musky, uncomfortably thick bog water, and though the walk lasted only a few seconds it left them shuddering by the time they got out, not least because a good amount of the bog-water was in their shoes.

So distracted by the sensation Carabiniere didn't even realise she was walking ahead of Laffey; the spongy ground depressing lightly under each step as she chased after the increasingly-distant task force ahead of them, their figures muddled by the ambient haze in the air and the countless vines, trees and bushes getting in the way, forcing Carabiniere to constantly keep an eye on them to orient herself.

Laffey, on the other hand, spotted something else. Passing by a thick swamp tree her eyes landed upon a blossoming pink flower that protruded from near the gnarled roots of the tree. It was a beautiful thing, featuring five diamond-shaped petals total and with a yellow patterned interior, all leading in towards the eye-like centre; the lilac-shaded pollen twitching as she neared it.

''...pretty...'' Laffey mumbled, poking one of the petals.

The flower shuddered as if in response, giving Laffey pause – before with a sudden flinch it puffed out a thin lilac mist. She leaned back but her nose itched all the same, irritated by the pollen it projected, and as she sniffed and rubbed at her nose the sensation only got worse. A numb, pins-and-needles sensation spread up her nose and up her head further until it felt like she had a headache, her vision growing dim, then losing all colour.

And then with a soft, wet squelch Laffey passed out, falling onto her back and with the boggy ground cushioning her fall.

Several seconds passed, the distant voices of Ship-Girls mixing in with the sounds of the swamp; chittering insects, buzzing creatures flying about... and the soft hiss of bog being displaced at the root of the tree. The pink flower slowly shifted, tilting slightly as two thin vines climbed out of the dirt by Laffey's feet, touching her shins and slithering their way up to her inner-thighs. The sleeping girl didn't so much as twitch, completely out of it even as one slimy vine went between her legs, pushing itself against her panties, rubbing along her slit.

The other tendril came in then, rubbing along her inner groin – switching between the soft fabric of her pink-white panties and her creamy, warm flesh, before finally it figured out to curl underneath her panties. Seeing success the other tendril joined its twin, both pulling her underwear to one side and exposing Laffey's puffy pussy to the creature. Its tendrils slithered along her smooth folds several times, curiously exploring her sex before slithering between, pushing and prodding about almost experimentally.

Then the right tendril found the hole and pushed in. Laffey shifted faintly but didn't wake, not even close, and without hesitation the plant's second tendril entered her as well. The hot, fleshy interior it found pleased it, its tentacles pushing about and exploring the depths of her pussy at a steady, patient pace, unintentionally causing Laffey pleasure as the tendrils stroked her inner walls. Though not particularly thick they teased her insides all the same, especially when one tendril pulled out and slithered over her clit, pushing and rubbing the little nub and making her twitch reflexively.

After a second the plant reacted; the flower twitching... before extraditing itself from the tree and crawling towards her, revealing the underside of the flower to be little more than a rounded stump as it crawled.

Well, 'crawl' was something of an overstatement. It was more fitting to say it dragged itself across the slimy, boggy ground, several small vines helping yank it towards Laffey. Had she been conscious, even remotely so, it was likely she could escape it even at a crawling pace. However unconscious as she was the Destroyer was helpless to resist the pink flower as it pulled itself between her legs.

Four tendrils extended out then, pushing inside of her pussy and spreading her open as much as it could – before it pushed itself inside of her too. Her womanhood offered resistance, unable to stretch that much to accommodate the flower, prompting the aforementioned plant to curl its petals inwards until it was more reminiscent of a bud. That allowed it to drag itself inside her narrow pussy, using its tendrils to wriggle itself in deeper and deeper until it was nuzzled up against her cervix.

However the plant was learning, and as its tendrils stroked her walls it noticed the slight, almost miniscule twitches of her muscles, giving it an idea.

Slithering a single tentacle out the plant pulled her panties back into position, sheltering it from the outside world, before moving its tentacle up to her clit and rubbing it. Its caresses were gentle and dainty but pleasured her body all the same, stronger twitches echoing through her muscles as she slept, reacting to the stimulation it received. The rest of its tendrils meanwhile explored her moist interior freely, slithering along her walls and rubbing spots that her own fingers could never hope to reach.

Spasms twitched through her more frequently, her insides pressing down on the plant but doing little harm to it. If anything it just taught it more, giving it the haphazard knowledge of where to push or rub to get the most reaction out of her body, toying with her loins to make sure it brought her closer and closer to her limit-

-until eventually a sharp spasm shocked through Laffey as she came.

At the same moment her cervix relaxed the tiniest bit, enabling the plant to push its tendrils inside and widen her cervix, forcing itself through. What would normally be quite painful for Laffey was entirely unfelt in her unconscious state, giving the plant no resistance as it squirmed its way into her womb and let her cervix dilate closed behind it, allowing it to settle deep within her and begin to nest within her.

And much like a parasite, the plant would ensure its host did not notice it for as long as possible.

X-x-X

Carabiniere was starting to panic.

Okay, she was already panicking but now she was really starting to panic. She'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and lost sight of the group, but when she made to go back she realised she'd left Laffey behind as well, further fuelling her panic. Thus she'd spent the last minute fruitlessly retracing her steps; searching for either the group, a sign of the original path she'd been on or Laffey herself, hoping to find someone more experienced and confident than her to handle the situation.

It didn't help that the swamp looked the same no matter where she looked. Same brown water, same lumps of ground that barely constituted as such, same thick trees with low-hanging canopies – the only thing making it distinct was the occasional patch or reeds or more unique plant-life, but even they didn't help much normally, let alone when she was currently panicking.

'S-Should I just pick a direction and go that way? Should I try and get someone's attention by shooting in the air? Or would that draw monsters to me? Wait, no, I need to find Laffey first! But what if the monsters already got her, oh no...!'

Wrapped up in her frantic thoughts Carabiniere mistook a bit of water as bog, stepping forth – and with a scream plunged down into the thick, humid bog water.

It was a small mercy that she closed her eyes and mouth before she went under, but the feeling of the thick liquid around her almost made her sick. With haste the Destroyer kicked and flailed her legs swimming straight up towards the surface – until mercifully she broke through it, gasping in a much-needed breath and staring only at the canopy overhead, pointedly not looking at the disgusting swamp-water that she was currently floating in.

However any such fears of smelling bad were replaced as she felt something curl around her ankle. Carabiniere's eyes widened – and a short scream fled her lips before she was dragged back down under. She closed her eyes on reflex and struggled mightily, kicking her legs frantically, but she failed to remove the tendril's grip from around her ankle, dragging her down towards the bottom of the swamp. A sucking sensation drew her in and Carabiniere panicked as she felt multiple more tentacles encircle her, pinning her arms to her sides and dragging her down into a tube of some kind, before the top sucked closed.

A second, then the water around her slowly drained. Confusion filled her and only when the water was under her shoulders did Carabiniere dare to open her eyes, startled to find herself in a tube-like plant, the opaque, green-tinted flesh of the plant all around her in a bud sort of shape, with the top of it closed. Only the barest amount of illumination came from the plant floor, and when she looked down she flinched at the sight of a pinkish seedbed, numerous tiny tentacles tickling her boots fruitlessly.

However the larger tentacles extended from near the corners of the plant, where the membrane-like walls connected with the seedbed – and as she watched several more tentacles rose up towards her.

''H-Hey!'' She tried to kick only to find that the tiny tentacles were startlingly strong, holding her boots down. ''Let go!''

No answer came from the plant naturally and even as Carabiniere struggled she failed to free herself, her panic only rising as one tentacle went between her legs – and then up her skirt. Her heart skipped a beat and a soft, breathless sort of gasp escaped her as the ball-like tip pushed against her panty-clad pussy, her white underwear the only thing between her virgin womanhood and the plant. But why was it prodding her there? Did it know what it was doing, or had it mistaken her as something else?

Once more Carabiniere received no answers, and all the Destroyer could do was whimper as she felt the tentacle – the sticky, slimy tentacle – push itself against her clothed pussy lips, slipping and sliding along the smooth fabric of her underwear and gradually making it damp. For a brief moment Carabiniere hoped that her underwear would be enough to deter the organism, her legs squirming slightly as she tried to free them from her boots.

Alas, it was that same squirming that made the tentacle shift to the right, pushing against her inner-thigh and discovering a way past her underwear – and Carabiniere squeaked as it curled around her panties, finally pushing itself against her smooth pussy.

''N-Nn! No, stop it!'' The Sardinian Destroyer struggled more, trying fruitlessly to wrest her arms free from the tendrils binding her. She was almost tempted to summon her rigging, but she didn't know what would happen if she did that underwater. Would it be instant death? Or would it just not work? She'd never tried, and she was too scared to try and find out.

However as the smooth ball-like tip of the tentacle found her pussy and nuzzled along her slit Carabiniere could only tense and brace, sucking in a breath – and then cried it back out as the tentacles pushed itself inside of her. It felt weirdly spongy as it pushed its way in, her insides clamping around the tendril but failing to truly grip it as it wriggled about inside her pussy – progressively pushing itself deeper like a worm burrowing. The comparison certainly didn't help her rising panic and the blonde Destroyer desperately tried to get it out, even managing to jerk her knees together and trap it... but her stomach sank as it just kept pushing in, sliding between her knees easily. Until another two tentacles wound themselves around her knees, forcing them apart.

'I'm... being defiled by a plant...' The thought brought Carabiniere great shame, her eyes screwing shut as she whimpered. ''Please, just stop...''

Again the plant offered no response, its single spongy tentacle pushing itself deeper into her pussy... before pulling partway out. Before her hope could build it speared itself back in, thrusting now as it entered her womanhood repeatedly, and it was only as the plant did so that Carabiniere realised it didn't hurt. Not really anyway; there was a faint ache in her groin, but no great stabbing pain like she'd expected. Was it because the tentacle was so spongy? Or that it just didn't hurt that much? More questions she would never get the answer to as they were wiped from her mind; a shock of slight, tentative pleasure arcing up her stomach.

''Guh...!'' Her face twisted. ''I-I refuse, to feel good from this- a-ahn~!''

She was lying to herself, but she continued to do so stubbornly even as the slimy tendril pumped up between her smooth nether lips and pushed against the gates of her womb. Each impact was light and made a wet squishy sound as the tentacle smacked itself against her innermost parts, easily moving inside of her and unheeding of how tightly her inner walls tried to grip the elusive tendril. As if to fix that problem though a second tentacle tickled its way up her inner-thigh and pushed itself against her entrance, making her eyes bulge-

-and a scream of surprise fled Carabiniere's lips as it too pushed inside her formerly-virgin pussy, squeezing in alongside the first tentacle. The tendrils coiled around one another in a spiral as they continued eagerly thrusting into her pussy, her walls becoming wet from the stimulation even as she herself kept struggling, kept resisting – ashamed that her body was reacting even if it was just on an instinctive level.

''Nn! Hn!'' She bit her tongue until it bled, refusing to let a moan out – unwilling to admit it felt good to have the twin spiralling tentacles thrust into her nether regions, stretching her insides apart.

However whether she liked it or not was irrelevant to the tentacle. Instead even as Carabiniere futilely struggled the two rounded tips of the tentacles opened up like buds, flowering out as they kept thrusting in-and-out of her, the constant motions forcing her to a pleasure-filled peak – and then the moment Carabiniere climaxed, screaming, the two tentacles darted forth and buried themselves in through her cervix; unleashing a thick, viscous fluid carrying hundreds of tiny slimy eggs that nestled into her womb gladly, their sticky nature letting them stick to her birth canal with ease.

Carabiniere for her part spasmed at the feeling; eyes wide and mouth open as she felt the cool stickiness shoot into her innermost parts, sending jolts and spasms up her spine that mixed with the unwanted pleasure of her orgasm – her mind a cluttered, jumbled disarray of emotions and enabling her to let out only a choked whimper, tears coming to her eyes as she bowed her head. Pump after pump of the unknown fluid filled her, and as she looked down she could almost see the bulges travelling up the tendril's lengths, depositing its seed into her almost meticulously.

''N-No...!'' The blonde gasped out, shuddering in disgust. ''You can't...''

The Tuber plant however offered no response, continuing to deposit its seed inside of her womb for another full minute until finally its slimy tendrils slowly pulled themselves out of her deflowered pussy. Carabiniere whimpered at the sensation, her insides tingling as the tentacles eventually pulled themselves out, but the shame remained. Shame that she had been violated, shame that she had orgasmed from it, and shame that the thing that implanted its seedlings into her.

Underneath Carabiniere the violating tentacles receded into the plant itself, leaving her bound and sniffling to herself – until with a wet hiss the top of the plant began to open. Panic flooded Carabiniere as thick swamp water began to pour down, hitting her head and pooling around her ankles as the plant started to fill up. She renewed her fruitless struggles, yelps and squawks escaping her as the lukewarm water hit her neck and went down her clothes. The terrifying realisation she would soon drown, however, transcended any such discomfort.

When the thick muck climbed up to her waist, however, the tendrils binding her in place suddenly loosened. Carabiniere didn't stop to think and immediately grabbed at the top of the plant, pushing herself up against the horrid torrent of swamp water and into the lake itself, hurriedly swimming up – until at last her head breached the surface.

''Haah!'' The Destroyer gulped in a much-needed breath but this time didn't float around – instead kicking her legs with desperate fervour and making a beeline for the shore.

She reached it within seconds, but it felt like so much longer – and despite the ground being disgustingly wet and boggy it was a welcome change to the stagnant brown water behind her, her hands practically dragging herself onto the ground and stumbling to her feet. Slimy water poured and oozed down her body as she did so but Carabiniere could hardly bring herself to care, her body wracked as uncomfortable aftershocks jolted through her groin; the slightest movement reminding her of what the plant had just done to her. It might not have been overly violent, but her insides still felt so abused and sore nonetheless.

''Mn...'' Wincing slightly Carabiniere hobbled along the boggy ground, mindfully watching for any drops into deep water. ''Ugh... what do I do now...?''

The Destroyer was about to collapse next to the nearest tree to catch her breath when she laid eyes on a pink-white blob over on the next patch of land – and her heart soared as she spotted Laffey, laying asleep on the ground. Any other time she might've been angry that the Destroyer had somehow fallen asleep in enemy territory, but right now she was happy just to see someone who wasn't a molesting plant; hurrying over to the unconscious girl with haste.

''Signora Laffey! Wake up, please!'' The blonde called out, crouching down next to the unconscious girl and giving her a light but quick tap on the cheek, the gentle back-hand doing little to wake Laffey. ''Please wake up, I do not wish to be alone out here!''

Still, silence continued. Carabiniere groaned. ''Mio Dio...''

With no other choice and unable to wake Laffey up, even when shaken vigorously, Carabiniere slung the unconscious girl over her back and carried her through the swamp, hoping to find the others before something found them.

Unaware of how the parasites within them slowly began to nestle in for the long term, waiting to be taken away from the swamp to propagate themselves further.

[END]

Chapter Text

Le Mars considered herself something of a vanguard.

Perhaps fittingly then she was selected by New Jersey to lead their group through the swamp, alongside Maillé Brézé. Due to the expansive nature of the swamp and the risk of being encircled several others were selected for the task too and they all fanned out, close enough apart that they should theoretically be able to see one another but far enough that nothing would slip past their net and attack the group from behind.

However the deeper into the swamp they went the harder such a thing was. Partially it was down to the fact that the myriad of trees, vines and other fauna obscured sight-lines more than any of them had anticipated, but also due to the lack of true landmarks that made it difficult to orient oneself. In all directions it looked the same, despite the island supposedly being a small thing – though from what she remembered when reading the briefing the island itself had grown in size.

One thing none had planned for either was the smell.

''Ugh...'' Le Mars cringed, pinching her nose.

While not a disgusting garbage smell, the scent of musty plants, rotten matter and gurgling swamp water made for a thick, putrid sort of aroma that permeated every inch of the swamp – and when Le Mars discreetly smelled herself she was dismayed to find that she was already taking on the same scent. Mentally noting to take a thorough bath when she got back to port Le Mars continued scouting ahead, her eyes scanning the horizon as she fast-walked over the boggy ground.

Maillé Brézé walked by her side, signature shield and lance in hand, ready to gore any monster that dared face her. Though they'd had the good fortune to not encounter anything yet she remained on-guard, earnest and daresay eager to actually slay a monster that wasn't a metallic ship. Sure, there was glory in sinking humanity's foe, but there was always something fantastical about slaying a monster – and while she doubted they'd find a dragon in a swamp, she'd settle for something lesser so long as she got a few good hits in.

''Wonder what kind of monsters live here.'' Le Mars commented, breaking the quiet between them. ''I mean, seriously, who'd wanna live here?''

''Probably bugs.'' Maillé answered easily, brushing aside a low-hanging branch and walking ahead.

''True...''

The boggy ground underfoot slowly declined into swamp water, the thick brown sludge making both Destroyers cringe and look around for another avenue – but when none presented themselves Le Mars sighed tightly and hopped onto it, resigning herself to getting her boots dirty-

-only to find out that the liquid, apparently, was too thick for her footwear to register it as water.

A fact she learned as she went straight through the skin of the water and plunged into the bog. Vaguely through it she heard Maillé cry out to her but Le Mars was too occupied by the thick water around her, flailing her arms blindly and kicking her legs, forgetting how to swim in her moment of panic. Coherency returned slowly but she'd not held her breath before she went down, and just as the fear of drowning registered something dropped into the water behind her.

Arms wrapped around her stomach, gripped – and then suddenly she was dragged up to the surface. Musky swamp air washed over her face but Le Mars greedily sucked it in, coughing and shuddering as she felt some of the rancid liquid get in her mouth, prompting her to frantically spit it out. A hand thumping on her back aided with that and she managed to get it all out, only then regaining enough coherency to look back at the one who saved her; Maillé Brézé.

''T-Thanks...'' Le Mars breathed out.

''You're welcome! Now let's get back on land!'' Maillé called out tightly, grunting as she helped pull them both back onto shore.

The blue-haired Destroyer had left her shield and lance behind when she'd dove in, both stabbed into the boggy ground. Maillé didn't immediately go to grab them though and just took a second to catch her breath; groaning in disgust as she wiped as much of the muck off of her body as she could. Though it was still water in the end it was so thick and putrid that it felt like sludge, permeating her armour and sticking in places that made her shudder in disgust.

Distracted by the sensation neither Destroyer noticed the swamp water behind them bubbling up; small, dark green tentacles rising up from the viscous liquid. They slithered through the air slowly, their bulbous tips 'looking' about with unseen eyes – before perking up, and slithering towards the two Destroyers. The tendril's dark colour mixed with the bog water behind them, blending in seamlessly and rendering the two soon-to-be-victims entirely unaware.

Right up until the tentacles lunged.

''Hyaa?!''

''What the-?!''

Maillé squealed as Le Mars shouted, the two Destroyers ensnared within seconds – not even able to defend themselves before they were hauled up into the air. The green tentacles were sticky and wet, eliciting disgusted sounds from Le Mars as the tendrils looped around her legs and arms, winding their way up to her torso. Maillé wasn't spared either, her eyes wide with alarm as the tentacles went straight up her skirt – and a squeal fled her lips as she was suddenly flung upside down, said skirt falling over her and leaving her innocent blue panties bared to the musky swamp air.

''H-Hey! Put me down~!'' Maillé cried. ''Le Mars, do something!''

''I-I can't!'' The other Destroyer tried desperately to swing her still-held sword, but alas the tentacles had already wrapped around her limb, binding it so tightly she couldn't move it even an inch.

Her sword remained in her grip for only a second longer before the tentacles tightened around her wrist, her muscles spasming and causing her to drop the blade, sending it onto the boggy ground under her. Suspended easily a dozen feet in the air it was far too distant to simply grab so she primed her rigging cannons instead, aiming-

-and just as she fired her main and only cannon a tentacle jammed itself into the barrel, blocking it and causing her turret to implode.

''Ah-!'' Le Mars yelped as shrapnel flew her way.

Blinding Maillé Brézé shot twice, her shells hitting water and detonating beneath its surface, but managed no more before two tentacles wound themselves around her turret and crushed the metal inwards, rendering it useless. With her spear still out of reach as well she was left helplessly suspended by her ankles, flailing – until she felt tentacles touch her clothed pussy and froze. That frozen state allowed her to feel the tentacles move purposefully along her womanhood, pressing her now-soaked panties flush against her virginal lips... before one tentacle travelled up her groin and under her panties, rubbing across her smooth nether lips.

''A-Ah, wait... i-is it-?!''

The blue-haired knight spoke no further before the tentacle plunged into her pussy, forcing a squeal out of the Destroyer – ear-piercingly loud until a second tentacle shoved itself into her open mouth, tasting of bog water and making her cough and splutter around it, muting her voice nonetheless. Her spluttering cut off into another sharp, if muffled cry as the tentacle in her pussy started to thrust, pushing and wriggling itself in deeper between her clenching inner walls, pushing past her hymen easily and soon joined by a second tentacle that forced itself into her womanhood.

The two tentacles pushed and fought for space, stretching her virgin walls apart and making Maillé spasm helplessly, still dangling from her ankles. The upside-down view of the world it afforded her made her sick and all the blood rushing to her head didn't help with that, prompting the Destroyer to screw her eyes shut, choking out a whimper as the two tentacles vigorously pumped between her pussy lips; stirring her insides up.

Until soon they reached her innermost parts; gleefully rubbing against her cervix – and Maillé let out an alarmed shriek as a third tentacle pushed inside her, all three corkscrewing around one another in synchrony and slamming down into her helpless pussy, their sticky tips bumping against her cervix. The Destroyer tried to protest but with a tentacle in her mouth she could only made a series of unintelligible, muffled cries, the occasional rasping cough mixed in as she tasted the tentacle pushing against her tongue.

''Mmph~! Mghk- mlurph...!'' A sharp jolt shot through her body, her stomach tensing and her back arching as she felt the tentacles push in a little deeper-

-and Maillé's blue eyes widened in shock as she felt the tentacles shove themselves in all the way, entering her so deep she briefly wondered if she was delusional. That was until the pain hit a second later; a deep, muscle-twisting pain in her groin that made her cry out, tears pricking her eyes as the three slick tendrils violated her very womb, plunging past her cervix and plundering her baby chamber without a care, smearing their sticky fluids along her insides.

The stickiness of their tendrils made it a little less painful than it might've been otherwise, but feeling the tentacles force her cervix open was painful nonetheless, her whole body jerking and shaking as the green lengths slammed into her innermost parts. They spread themselves out, they flailed, they bulged against her walls – doing whatever they could to her womb to make it as roomy as possible, the nauseating sensation only made more so by her upside-down state.

Just then she saw distinct bulges travel up the tentacles, smoothly swimming up the length of the tendrils and up out of sight – and then force their way inside her.

One alone would feel weird, like fitting a small balloon inside her.

Having three enter her nigh-simultaneously made Maillé wail in pain, her insides stretched wide to fit the bulging masses – and then at last they came, an explosion of sticky heat flooding her womb and sending sharp spasms cascading through Maillé's body, her eyes bulging out as she felt what was distinctly eggs push themselves into her womb. The tentacles spurted them out one at a time, laying them within the deepest crevices of her womb as efficiently as possible so as to maximise the amount of babies she could carry.

That was it. It was too much for the noble knight to bear – and with a dazed, sickened moan she passed out, hanging entirely limp even as the tentacles kept pumping eggs into her – three, six all the way up to nine small eggs fitting neatly within her womb. Another five were laid within her pussy as well, the fifteenth egg total spilling from her quivering entrance even with gravity assisting it down into her, prompting one tentacle to push in on it until it went back in, the tentacle wrapping itself over her groin and around her thighs several times to bind her, keeping the eggs inside of her.

Assuring its brood would reach fruition within her warm body.

…

Le Mars was peripherally aware of Maillé being assaulted.

She, however, was a bit preoccupied with her own situation.

''H-Hey, let go of me- eep!''

Le Mars's cheeks burned a bright red as the slimy tentacles crawled under her clothes, pushing themselves under her shorts and up her top, bulging her clothes out in places as they squirmed all over her and left sticky trails across her skin. One of them however found her underwear and slipped inside it, brushing down her groin before teasing her pussy – the sensation making Le Mars gasp and struggle harder, startled and alarmed in equal measure.

The Destroyer kicked her legs, tried to close them, but nothing could dislodge the curious tentacle as it nuzzled her pussy lips until it found her opening – and her eyes bulged wide as it forced itself inside of her. The reality of the situation hit Le Mars a second later and she cried out, back tensing and head thrown back as the green tentacle eagerly buried itself into her pussy, the tip bumping up against her cervix in no time before it pulled back for another eager thrust, moving at a rapid pace right from the start.

''H-Hey- ah! S-Stop- mn-!'' Though it felt more weird than outright painful Le Mars was far from enjoying it, her legs awkwardly trying to kick out at the surrounding tentacles and failing to hit any of them.

If anything her struggles just enticed them, something she learned as a second one went down the back of her shorts – but rather than go for her pussy it teased her backdoor instead. Her breathing hitched at the sensation and she wriggled as much as she could, alarmed as she looked over her shoulder, but once again she was utterly helpless to resist as the bulbous mushroom tip teased her asshole – and then she cried out as it penetrated her there too, eagerly burying itself into her other hole.

''Nn...! Not there...!'' Le Mars whimpered through pursed lips.

The sliminess of the tentacle eased the penetration somewhat but that wasn't saying much, its length still ramming into her asshole without mercy and quickly making its way in deeper, pushing itself up through her intestines and up into her stomach – the sensation alone making her nauseous. The only mercy was the tentacle plunging into her pussy offered some macabre distraction, whimpers escaping Le Mars as the tendril squirmed about in her delicate place, pushing and forcing itself against her cervix.

Then the tentacle in her stomach went up her throat. Le Mars's eyes widened but she could do nothing but gag and splutter as it pushed itself up over her tongue and then out past her lips, making her almost sick as she tasted the swampy tentacle – her eyes glued to the very tip as it turned around as if to look at her. She could see no eyes upon it, just a smooth bulbous tip with a slit down the middle.

Then without warning the tentacle curved down over her front and went into her shorts, realisation hitting her – and Le Mars cried out at the top of her lungs as it penetrated her pussy too, eagerly squirming its way into her. Every inch deeper it went meant another inch that went into her ass and through her whole body, and as the tentacle started to thrust she felt the whole tendril see-saw inside of her body, fucking both her holes at once.

''Ughk- guhk..,! M-Mail- eeh!''

Le Mars's cries for help went unanswered, and when she glanced out of the corner of her eye she found out why – seeing a dangling, unconscious Maillé Brézé. The sight injected fresh terror into her veins but Le Mars could barely vocalise it before another reflexive gag made its way out of her throat, her eyes screwing shut in some weak attempt at blocking out reality. It didn't work.

Not least when the two tentacles smeared their slimy tips against her cervix, teased her opening – and then penetrated it too. Without missing a beat they rushed in deep and nuzzled the innermost reaches of her womb, bathing her insides in their slimy coating to prepare her for breeding. Something that came much faster than it did for Maillé as the bulges travelled rapidly up the lengths of the tendrils, forcing their way past her weeping opening and into her baby chamber.

''Ughk-!''

And then the eggs were delivered. Plopped out one by one the two tentacles laid their slime-covered eggs into her womb, sliding out as they did so to make room for the next two until eight were comfortably nestled within her baby chamber. They laid another two eggs into her pussy but they slipped out thanks to gravity, prompting another two tentacles to coil around her thighs and raised them up so she was mostly horizontal, allowing the tentacles to lay four more eggs inside of her narrow pussy.

''Ugh... guh...'' Le Mars coughed weakly as the tentacle withdrew itself down her throat and out of her ass, the other soon leaving her pussy.

How long she laid there she wasn't sure. Only that after a long period the tentacles binding her started to move, lowering her down. For a second she thought they were laying her on the boggy ground but when she looked she was startled to find them approaching water, her butt soon touching it-

-and then she was under. Instinct saved her and she drew a breath, her eyes squinting through the thick grimy water as she was pulled deeper and deeper – easily fifteen feet deep if not moreso, the light from above so dismal she could hardly see anything. From the corner of her eye she managed to catch a glimpse of Maillé Brézé but when she turned she found the tentacles pulling her into the muddy bottom of the swamp, burying her alive with her crotch facing the sky, only partially covered by mud – enough to hide it from predators, but not enough to stop the eggs from escaping.

Suddenly Le Mars herself was turned around, and her heart dropped as she found a small hole already made for her – and then she was pushed into it. She struggled with renewed strength, renewed desperation, but it was in vain. Her head was pushed back against the mud and several tentacles slid in from the sides, pushing thick wet mud over her face. Her limbs were still bound though, her arms refusing to budge and her groin elevated towards the surface even as mud fell over her face, her nose, her eyes.

Until all she could see was mud.

Her lungs burned. Fear chilled her blood.

'Is this how I die...?'

Burning lungs.

Tightness in her throat.

Coldness in her veins.

Lightness in her head.

Then, she knew nothing more, her fate sealed beneath a pile of mud.

[END]

Chapter Text

Where did Le Mars and Maillé Brézé go?

That was the question on Vincenzo Gioberti's mind, worry in her heart as she and Alfredo Oriani sped across the boggy ground in long strides. Le Mars hadn't reported back or waited for the rest of the fleet to move onwards, an oddity thus far, so she and Alfredo had volunteered to go check up on them.

And thus far, had seen no traces of them. That worried Vincenzo more than she wanted to admit; though both were Destroyers like them, Le Mars was a talented swordswoman and Maillé Brézé equally as so with a lance, so the idea that any mere monster could take them down was unlikely in her mind. Then again, they weren't entirely sure what they were dealing with and they could've been ambushed, so she couldn't rule out the worst so soon.

Grimacing the petite Destroyer kept sprinting, wincing every time she stepped on a particularly wet patch that sunk her foot in deep before she hurriedly removed it, running on. ''How much further should we search?''

''Hn, I'd say... about two more minutes in this direction? Then loop up northwards before heading back to the main fleet?'' Alfredo called out from just a few feet away, voice carrying across the distance easily.

Vincenzo nodded but her expression remained uncertain; worry clogging her throat. She hoped that the two girls would be alright, maybe just a bit lost, but she couldn't help but fear the worst.

The duo kept on exploring for another minute, running as fast as they dared on the unsteady swamp ground – and just when Vincenzo was about to suggest they go back she caught a glint of something. At first she assumed it might just be a glistening plant or something but when they drew nearer she noticed the peculiar shape of it, how the light gleamed off of it like it was more metal than plant. And when she got closer, she realised with some amount of horror that it was Maillé Brézé's lance, her shield laid flat next to it.

Alfredo saw them the same moment she did, a grim expression crossing the Destroyer's face. As one they approached the discarded armaments, finding Le Mars's signature broadsword abandoned on the boggy ground as well, nearly slipping into the swamp water until Vincenzo carefully pulled it back onto flatter ground. Alfredo on the other hand approached Maillé abandoned shield and lance, lifting the former and inspecting it closely.

Only then did she speak, voice low. ''They're undamaged. She must've been ambushed, or had to leave them to help Le Mars. There's no other rational explanation for why she'd abandon her weapons otherwise.''

''You can tell with just a look?'' Vincenzo remarked with awe.

Alfredo shot her a slight smile, but the grim mood made it vanish fast. ''Mm. If their weapons are both here, though...''

She trailed off, expression becoming as uncertain as Vincenzo herself felt.

If their weapons were left here, undamaged, then that could only mean the girls themselves were dragged off somewhere – either overland, or underwater.

''...should we go back and report this?'' Vincenzo said quietly. ''Or look for them?''

Alfredo frowned at that, looking away. In the silence the distant croaks of frogs and hisses of insect wings was the only real noise to fill the muggy air, swamp water bubbling up in places and adding to the disgusting ambience. After a long moment though Alfredo sighed deeply and picked up Maillé's armaments, hefting them up as best she could despite their impressive weight.

''Let's head back.'' Alfredo agreed softly. ''If they left their weapons behind, it's fair to assume they're dead. Looking for them just risks the same happening to us – better we head back and inform the others so they don't meet the same fate.''

Vincenzo winced, but understood the cold logic in her companion's words. Though Alfredo tried to smile the sadness in her eyes was apparent – the idea of leaving behind their comrades when there was even a small chance of them being alive hurt. But they had to be practical here; better to run and live another day than die a pointless death.

Thus Vincenzo rose to her feet, the pale-haired Destroyer grunting as she hefted up Le Mars's abandoned broadsword, and as one the two girls began to retrace their steps back to the main fleet. Though they'd not really marked their way both had a good memory and picked up on the smaller details that helped lead them back to the others – how certain trees had small, distinct flowers or cuts in their bark, how the ground formed certain lakes here and there, so on. Small things that narrowed their route down.

Their route though took them back to one of their original problems; a wide river. Before they'd simply run and jumped over it, but with the heavy weapons in their hands such a feat seemed a bit beyond them – and after some quick discussion, decided to take a short detour. It wasn't anything extreme, just taking a left around a tree and following a C-shaped island towards their original route, keeping said route in their line-of-sight at all times so they knew where to go.

'Le Mars... Maillé...' Vincenzo thought to herself sadly, glancing ahead as they neared a wall of vines – dangling dark green tendrils that hung from a tree branch. 'I hope you're still alive out there and we're making the wrong decision, rather than the opposite...'

Alfredo took the lead and used Maillé's borrowed shield to push the lines out of the way, but one slipped past and landed on her arm – making the wannabe-journalist yelp and pull back. ''Ow! They're sharp!''

''Not so loud!'' Vincenzo hurriedly whisper-yelled, looking around worriedly. ''We don't know if it'll attract anything.''

''Right, good point...''

Busy muttering between themselves and inspecting Alfredo's minor sting wound, neither Destroyer thought to look up at the branch hosting the vines – upon which several pale, almost translucent creatures crawled. They were small, not much bigger than a human hand and built in the same shape as one, their mostly-flat body leading into five jointed appendages, all of it covered in a thin, glossy slime. A Hugger. Lacking any eyes or visible sensory appendages the creatures searched largely by sound and vibration... but, also by body heat.

Of which both girls below radiated quite a bit, in the musky swamp atmosphere.

''It seems fine, it's like a nettle's sting. I'll check in though to make sure it's not poisonous or anything.''

Vincenzo smiled and was about to answer when she caught movement just behind Alfredo, prompting her to tilt slightly to the right and look, but saw only the bark of the tree half-submerged in the swamp and the adjacent, dangling vines. Alfredo noticed her reaction and looked behind her in confusion, a half-smile forming on her face as she turned to look back at Vincenzo, presumably about to tease her about seeing shadows.

When Vincenzo felt something tickle her leg and shrieked. The flighty Destroyer stumbled back and looked down, eyes bulging as she found a Hugger rapidly climbing her leg – its finger-like appendages digging into her shin as it propelled itself up her limb. She dropped the broadsword in her hand out of fright and reached down to swat at the thing but it disappeared up her skirt in the time it took her to cry out, its wet, sticky body jumping the last inch of distance and pressing its body against her crotch.

Nary a second later the thin, barely-visible slit along the underbelly of the creature opened, and a gout of sticky clear fluid spewed out, clinging to her panties and rapidly dissolving them.

''A-Ahh! What's it doing?!'' Vincenzo wailed, yanking her skirt up and hitting it – but it just flinched from the impact, its fingertips digging into her flesh and refusing to let go. ''Alfredo pull it off!''

The journalist snapped out of her shock then and stammered out a response – but before she could even attempt to remove the hand-like creature Vincenzo's underwear disintegrated enough for the Hugger to press itself against her bare pussy, all five of its fingers digging harshly into her flesh and making Vincenzo cry out in pain. Though none broke the skin the pressure they put on her hurt, but that soon turned out to be the least of her concerns as she felt something wet slither out of the Hugger's slit.

And then a split-second later the creature's appendage speared into her virgin pussy. Vincenzo's eyes bulged and she jerked forwards, both hands flying down and unintentionally pushing her skirt down atop the creature – holding it against her groin. She tried to curl her fingers to grip at it but the second the appendage shot inside of her her whole body seemed to go rigid; pleasure of the unwanted variety shocking her nerves.

''Agh...! It's, ah... it's inside me...!'' Vincenzo managed to gasp out, legs quaking as the wet tendril buried itself inside her again. ''Oh god get it off please!''

Then suddenly the Hugger's short thrusts sped up – its penis-like appendage thrusting in-and-out of Vincenzo at a non-stop pace. It took all she had to not collapse outright but she could do no more than that, her groin afire as the Hugger raped her pussy, stirring her insides up and soon probing her cervix with its sticky appendage.

Alfredo moved to hep but heard the vines behind her rustle, earning her gaze – and she let out a cry of her own as she threw herself to one side, narrowly avoiding the Hugger that lunged down on her from above. The small creature landed on the boggy ground and raced towards her, nimble as a rat as it skittered her way and crawled over Maillé's now-abandoned shield, prompting Alfredo to scramble backwards with a stammered, half-formed cry to stay back.

She got her footing underneath her and managed to get to her feet, right hand desperately gripping the oversized lance in her hand – before with a yell she brought it down like a narrow hammer and smushed the creature into the boggy ground. When she raised the weapon though the creature wasn't dead – flattened and with one leg broken, but not dead. Something that made Alfredo bring the lance down several more times, panicking as she smashed the Hugger into the boggy ground until its legs stopped twitching entirely.

Only to realise, in her split-second moment of relief, that there was even more of them.

Something proven as another Hugger lunged at her, landing on her lance and rapidly crawling up towards her arm. The wannabe-journalist dropped the weapon in a heartbeat and stumbled away, only to catch her heel on the uneven ground and fall on her back once more. Her palms squished into the wet bog and she tried to get up – but this time, she wasn't fast enough; helpless and able to only watch as one of the Hugger ran under her skirt.

And then it was attached to her crotch, its underbelly putting itself flush against her panty-clad pussy. Frantic now Alfredo reached under her skirt and tried to pull the creature's finger-like arms off but failed, its grip unyielding, and within seconds her panties started to dissolve, exposing her nether lips to the creature and allowing its cock-like tongue to shoot forth, penetrating her.

''Agh!'' Alfredo threw her arms back, legs unconsciously opening and leaving her in the labour position, albeit without the stomach bulge.

For how long though, she didn't know.

A thought she desperately chased from her mind, gripping the boggy ground and stumbling to her feet – only to nearly fall immediately when the Hugger eagerly plunged its tendril into her womanhood, the shock of it making her knees quake and threaten to give out. Cries from Vincenzo though drew her gaze over to her friend and she stumbled over, gasping with the slightest movement and ignoring the other Huggers that skittered around them, seemingly waiting.

''A-Alfredo-!'' Vincenzo wailed with tears running down her cheeks. ''H-Help-!''

Alfredo couldn't. She couldn't help herself, let alone her friend – and so without any other option she grabbed onto Vincenzo and just hugged her, using her to help her stand. Vincenzo grabbed onto the back of her jacket too and leaned on her for support, both of them gasping and crying as the Huggers eagerly violated their pussies, slick appendages pounding their holes ravenously. Even though they weren't particularly thick they were long and slammed inside like a bullet, the impacts to their innermost parts sharp and electrifying.

Their closeness gave them some minor comfort, knowing they were at least not alone... until a third Hugger dropped down on Alfredo from above, scrambling over to her face – and mid-scream it attached itself to her face, its cock-like appendage thrusting eagerly into her mouth. Vincenzo's pupils dilated from such a sight, recoiling away from her friend but unwilling – unable – to let go, watching in open-mouthed horror as Alfredo screamed through the Hugger, her voice garbled both by its body and the appendage fucking her mouth.

''N-No...'' Vincenzo whimpered fearfully, her hips buckling as another thrust hit her depths.

The Huggers were relentless, no pause nor slow to their pace as they violated their pussies, their nimble tendrils plunging into them eagerly. It didn't even hurt particularly much but the thought, the knowledge that the strange insect-like creature was mating with her, its sticky body hugging her crotch, made it all the scarier. Doubly so when she felt it begin to pulsate against her groin, fluid oozing around its shaft and smearing along her nether lips, leaving them tingling and sensitive.

That same fluid oozed from the Hugger's shaft itself, smearing against her tender inner walls and cervix – and Vincenzo screamed as it suddenly penetrated her cervix too, its narrow appendage pushing through the loosened hole and entering her womb proper. Instantly she felt lumps travel up the Hugger's length, pushing her cervix open even wider-

-and Vincenzo flinched as gouts of hot fluids poured into her womb, alongside multiple tiny orbs that were unmistakably eggs. She couldn't move though, couldn't stop it; frozen in fear as the Hugger impregnated her gleefully, its body convulsing against her crotch as it meticulously laid its future spawn within her.

Alfredo wasn't spared either; her muffled scream still audible as she was impregnated too – before she began to cough and splutter as the Hugger on her face poured its seed down her throat too, its eggs going down her gullet one by one. Even though they were no bigger than a marble just feeling them go down was sickening, and the knowledge that the creature was laying eggs made it all the more horrifying, leaving the two Sardinian Destroyers whimpering.

''A-Alfredo...'' Vincenzo whimpered out. ''I'm scared...''

Alfredo however could not answer her, and as Vincenzo felt another Hugger skitter up her back and over her head, she could only scream.

Scream, until she too was muffled, the breeding continuing.

X-x-X

''Hm... think they went this way?''

''It seems like the most probable route. All the others would deviate too far from the others.''

San Francisco hummed in acknowledgement, hopping over a thin stream and onto the boggy ground beyond, sweeping her gaze about. The swamp around them looked just as identical as all the others, but thankfully her partner – Enterprise from the Royal Navy – had a good memory, enabling them to remember the path back.

Frankly San Francisco would much prefer staying back with the rest of the fleet, but New Jersey hadn't gotten any signal from Le Mars and Maillé Brézé, so she sent out Vincenzo Gioberti and Alfredo Oriani to go find out if they were okay. When those two failed to return, however, it fell to San Francisco and her new battle-buddy to go check on them – and hopefully not fall prey to whatever happened to the previous two groups.

''Kinda funny by the way.'' San Francisco commented as they jogged.

''What is?''

''That you're called Enterprise.'' San Francisco grinned cheekily. ''And us Eagles have a carrier called Enterprise too.''

''You are not the first to make note of that.'' Enterprise drawled, though a slight smile quirked at the corners of her mouth. ''Though Miss Enterprise is undeniably more famous than I... I was the one constructed first, I should remind.''

''Heh. Can't argue with that.'' The Eagle Union gal smirked, turning her gaze ahead.

They continued travelling for another minute, maybe two, when the endless chorus of bubbling swamp water and bug noises was interrupted – this time by a muffled cry. The thought alarmed San Francisco and she spared a look at her companion, the dark-skinned maid shooting her a sharp look, then nodding. Wordlessly the two cruisers fell in line with one another, skipping across the bog and hopping over water, racing straight towards the sound.

The sight was not what they were expecting. A wall of vines hung but did little to hide the familiar forms of Vincenzo and Alfredo – both on their knees hugging one another. The most heart-stopping thing though was the fleshy things clutching onto their faces; bony fingers digging into their heads as they pulsated and throbbed disgustingly, some fluid smeared across their skin as the hugging creatures worked.

''What the fuck?'' San Francisco wasn't sure whether to snarl or whisper; her startled words coming out in a mix between the two. Anger quickly took priority, however. ''Oi! Get off of them!''

Using her rigging to push the vines aside San Francisco rushed over to the pair, grabbing the creature on Alfredo's face – but when she yanked all she succeeded in doing was dragging Alfredo towards her, the thing attached like a mask. Alfredo herself barely reacted but Vincenzo certainly did; her right arm flailing about trying to grab onto her and screaming through the Hugger, her voice muffled into nonsensical sounds but describing her panic all too well.

''Shit, uh... hold on!'' San Francisco said hurriedly. ''Enterprise, gimme a hand here!''

The maid silently obeyed, grimacing as she came around to Vincenzo's left side whilst San Francisco took the right, both grabbing the creature as best they could – before with a yell of effort they pulled. Vincenzo's head lurched forwards but the Destroyer managed to pull her head back in the opposite direction, the Hugger holding firm-

-until suddenly it lost its grip and was yanked off, thrown to the ground.

The creature thrashed, legs curling and uncurling like a spider's before turning onto its front – when San Francisco brought her baseball down and smashed it into the bog. It twitched, earning it a second, even heavier smash, her cruiser-class strength utterly crushing the small insectoid into the peat; deceased.

San Francisco spared the creature a disgusted look, but sobbing from Vincenzo drew her gaze onto the poor Destroyer. If she was to guess the two Sardinians had likely been held captive by the creatures for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, or maybe even longer depending on when in their journey they were caught. Removing the Hugger too hadn't come without a cost; four deep, profusely-bleeding gashes now present on Vincenzo's face, with a fifth smaller one on her forehead, the blood mixing with her streaming tears. Whether out of pain or terror, she didn't know.

However she was surprised when the Destroyer lurched, clutching at her crotch with a cry. ''T-This one! T-Take it off too!''

Alarmed San Francisco yanked Vincenzo's skirt up, startled to find a Hugger there too. The dots connected in her minds and a morbid picture painted itself, one reflected in Enterprise's eyes when she looked over at her. These things weren't just attacking the girls, but mating with them. The thought made San Francisco feel sick but she quenched the feeling before it could distract her, instead grabbing the Hugger along with Enterprise and pulling as best she could.

To no avail. ''Shit, can't get a good grip.''

''Me neither.'' Enterprise murmured out.

''P-Please!'' Vincenzo cried. ''I-It won't stop!''

San Francisco was about to try again when she noticed her bat in the corner of her vision, an idea coming to her mind. ''...this'll hurt like hell, but it might work. Enterprise, keep her standing.''

Though Enterprise clearly didn't approve of such a method she clearly didn't have any alternatives on-hand. Thus the dark-skinned cruiser simply nodded, grimacing as she grabbed the sobbing Vincenzo by the underarms and hauled her up, legs apart as best she could when she could hardly stand. San Francisco on the other hand stepped slightly to the side, wincing pre-emptively as she braced, and then swung her bat.

Squch-!

''AGH!''

Her bat swung and connected with the Hugger on Vincenzo's crotch, squishing it, but the blow transferred to Vincenzo's crotch too. Though San Francisco held back as best she could the strength she possessed was nothing to scoff at, and so when Vincenzo broke out into fresh, more pained sobs she could only wince in silent apology. The only mercy was that, trapped between a rock and a hard place, the Hugger had been pretty well smushed by the attack.

The moment Enterprise let go of their defiled companion Vincenzo fell to her knees, ripping the deceased Hugger off and throwing it aside before clutching at her crotch, her cries loud and messy, leaving her coughing and gagging. Or so San Francisco initially thought; alarm in her eyes as Vincenzo bent over and immediately shoved fingers down her throat, forcing herself to throw up over the side of the tiny island they were on, the ugly mass of sick littered with countless marble-like eggs.

'Gross.' San Francisco shuddered, turning her gaze onto Alfredo. ''Enterprise, help me out here.''

''Y-Yes, of course...''

…

It was a little trickier to remove the Huggers from Alfredo since the girl herself was unconscious, and thus couldn't pull back against their grip.

Alas, that meant resorting to using her baseball bat again – though personally if Vincenzo's reactions were anything to go by, she suspected Alfredo would much prefer a broken nose than being continually impregnated by an alien insect. Thus Alfredo was soon freed from the Huggers, albeit with a bloody nose and possibly also a broken pelvis, but again, better than being breeding stock for an alien creature.

Which led to their current situation; consoling a traumatised Vincenzo as the poor Destroyer alternated between sobbing to herself and throwing up as often as her body physically could, trying in vain to get all of them eggs out of her stomach – but despite her best attempts to scoop them out failed to remove all the ones from between her legs. San Francisco honestly wasn't sure how to fix that; taking her to one of the support vessels was the best bet, but even then she wasn't sure if they could help her.

''Hey, it's fine now, we'll get'cha back home safe...''

Distracted with consoling the Sardinian Destroyer the cruiser failed to notice how the swamp water nearby bubbled and shifted. Enterprise CL, however, did; straightening up as she scanned the dark peat bog around them, the swamp water so thick it was impossible to see past the thin skin on its surface... but when she stared for long enough, she noticed several more bubbles pop up. Closer than before.

''Miss Francisco.'' The dark-skinned maid politely called. ''We have company.''

San Francisco raised her head and looked about, scowling. She didn't see anything but trusted the maid enough to not doubt her. ''Great. Listen, Vincenzo – look at me girl – we gotta leg it. Can you pull Alfredo here with ya? We'll be busy coverin' your ass as you run.''

The threat of more monsters, particularly after what just happened, was enough to shock Vincenzo out of her distraught state – her head jerking in a painfully-fast nod before she scrambled over to Alfredo. The other girl was unconscious but that just made it harder for Vincenzo to pull her up, whimpering at the pain in her groin from the act, but she managed. Slipping her arm around her unconscious friend she hobbled past the vines the moment San Francisco cleared the way for her, the two Sardinians hurriedly slipping away.

''Alrighty then.'' San Francisco drawled; twirling her baseball bat around by its handle. ''Let's give these assholes a warm welcome, yeah?''

Enterprise CL said nothing and merely nodded, summoning her rigging once more just as San Francisco did the same – and as one, they fired. Six 203mm and four152mm shells plunged beneath the thick water and detonated, churning water before blasting it up in a column of filthy bog-water, some to it splattering over the two cruisers. The water quickly filled in the gap made but not fast enough to hide the motionless green body lurking at the muddy bed of the swamp, its form concealed by dirty brown water before either could get a good look at it.

Not that they needed to worry about that as the water nearest San Francisco churned – before from it a hulking green beast lunged out. San Francisco didn't wait to get a good look and simply swung her bat, making contact with the creature's jaw and snapping its head to the side, but to her surprise that wasn't enough to kill it. She backed off at that, eyes narrowing as she reloaded her guns. The creature stood before her was crocodilian in nature, that was undeniable; the long snout, the scaly jade-green scales and ribbed underbelly, all of it was familiar. What wasn't was the fact the creature stood on its two hind legs with a hunched posture, its arms longer than a normal crocodile's and its tail a lot longer too, trailing on the bog behind it.

A Crocodilian, she christened it.

She wondered if she'd get to name it officially when this was all over.

Any such mirthful thoughts perished as the Crocodilian turned its snout towards her, snarling. Faster than its bulky form implied it rushed her, steps short but quick and arms low – until she opened fire, blasting it with all six guns at close range. From so close she had no chance of missing and the blast blew past her, smoke biting her eyes and the heat washing over her front, but neither sensation dimmed the grin on San Francisco's lips.

''Payback's a bitch, huh.'' San Francisco called out.

The smoke didn't get a chance to clear before a second Crocodilian lunged out of the water on her right, earning itself a harsh whack from her bat, jerking its head to one side. Enterprise CL came to her aid and pummelled the creature with a full salvo but yet another Crocodilian emerged from the bog-water – and then another, and another. A spike of fear drove itself into San Francisco's heart and she backed up, wariness rising within her when she noticed two more Crocodilians come out of the water behind them on the other side of the vines, blocking their exit.

'Shit.' San Francisco gripped her bat tighter.

Then the Crocodilians charged. They came in from multiple angles and surprising speed, stunned only momentarily by her heavy swings and downed only by her guns, not her strikes. Enterprise CL helped where she could, nimbly dodging swings and snaps from the beasts, but she lacked the high-calibre guns needed to penetrate through their hides; all of her shots only wounding the beasts, and in turn angering them.

Until eventually one of the Crocodilians got lucky and snagged Enterprise CL by the arm, dragging her to the floor. The dark-skinned maid grunted in alarm and tried to wrench her wrist free but failed, a pained gasp escaping her lips as she was shoved chin-first into the boggy ground, her arm bent back so far it felt like it might snap. Mercifully not but such mercy was short-lived in her mind, her legs kicking out as the creature raked its claws through her turrets and viciously shredded her rigging, rending metal apart with harsh, ear-piercing shrieks.

Until soon she was practically disarmed and restrained.

'Wait.' Enterprise CL's eyes widened as she felt the beast get on top of her, one clawed hand keeping her shoulders down against the bog but the other ripping her skirt to shreds along with her panties – leaving her small, peachy rear bare to the air. 'It also intends to... defile me...?!'

The thought, the realisation that it wasn't just the Huggers but all monsters that wished to breed with them, inspired a fresh panic inside of the maid; her stoic mask crumbling as she struggled with renewed vigour. The Crocodilian on top of her snarled and pushed her down harder, its weight all on her shoulder and threatening to break bone, forcing her to submit out of fear. A submission that lasted just long enough for the creature to get on top of her, its sharp, pointed tip grazing her smooth nether lips.

And then the cruiser screamed as it penetrated her. It felt huge, its tip narrow but the shaft rapidly widening out until it felt like it might rip her apart, its swollen cock burying itself deep into her virgin womanhood and pressing down against her cervix. Enterprise CL had just a few moments to adjust to the pelvis-aching fullness before the heavy beast pulled partway out, just the tip left between her petals before it slammed back down onto her unwilling pussy.

''Mn! N-Nn- ah!'' Enterprise CL cried out, forehead pressed into the sodden ground; gasping painfully as its dick filled her again.

And again, and again. With its hand on her shoulder pinned her down Enterprise CL was utterly helpless as the monster violated her, its sizeable cock stretching her tender insides whether she wanted it or not. The size alone made it feel like she would break in two, but having that bulbous tip push and press up against her cervix only made it worse, like a blunt knife stabbing up against her innermost parts.

The creature only got faster too with time; guttural grunts spilling from its maw as it kept pumping into her tight vagina, its scaly groin smacking against her ass harshly and bruising flesh. Her ass cheeks burned the same shameful red as her cheeks and her eyes screwing shut; just enduring the ungodly thick cock that slammed into her pussy. Yet try as she might she couldn't ignore the narrow tip battering on her cervix, thumping against her innermost parts-

-and then suddenly the tip forced its way through her cervix. Enterprise CL spasmed, a soundless wheeze escaping her as the tip of the monster's cock stabbed into her womb before pulling back, allowing her no time to recover before it penetrated her cervix once more. Its dick wasn't long enough to penetrate her womb fully but just having that first inch or two inside past her cervix felt unfathomably painful.

''Haah! Hahn- nn! S... Stop it...!''

She didn't even know why she pleaded, why she begged. Only that it hurt so much, that she knew what would come at the end of all this, that she forsook her pride on the small hope the creature would cease. It didn't. With snarls brushing over her nape the Crocodilian mercilessly jammed its thick cock down into her narrow pussy, scraping her walls with its bulbous length and stretching her out far more than any human cock ever could, ruining her pussy with every ass-clapping thrust.

Her sore cunt continued to accept the beast's girth however, her walls seizing around its length as her body reacted to it, her insides becoming shamefully wet as if trying to make the penetration even the tiniest bit gentler. It didn't; all it succeeded in doing was make the beast pound the maid harder, fucking her glasses off of her face and smashing them when it slammed its free hand onto the bog in front of her, leaving her blind, and breedable.

''A-Ah, no, p-plea- agh!''

Enterprise CL cried out at the top of her lungs as the Crocodilian slammed its full length into her one last time, unloading a thick torrent of virile seed that erupted inside of her, spattering across her walls and pouring into her womb, filling it. It came plentifully, snarling and rasping as it kept cumming despite her womb being full, its milky seed pouring out around its shaft and leaking from her stuffed pussy, dribbling out little by little.

The dark-skinned cruiser only shuddered, throat raw and eyes stinging as she held back tears; screwing them shut as she just tried to ignore the beast, hoping it would leave her alone now that it had claimed her like the beast it truly was.

Alas, fate was not so kind, and Enterprise CL could only grit her teeth and whimper as the Crocodilian had another go with her; violating her hard and fast, eager to breed her even more.

X-x-X

San Francisco saw Enterprise CL go down.

However she wasn't able to aid her companion, grimacing and letting out another war-cry as she swung her bat, smacking the maw of another Crocodilian away from her. Already her rigging was in pieces, shredded not all at once but worn down bit by bit – and without it, she suddenly found herself not only outnumbered but outgunned. Her strength far exceeded that of a normal human's but the scaled beasts around her were durable enough to handle it, her bat swings only stunning at best

Her prized baseball bat too, though reinforced by virtue of being summoned alongside her, wasn't unbreakable. A fact San Francisco was forced to learn as she swung at the arm of another Crocodilian and watched the wood crack and break, splinters going airborne as the top-half of her weapon went in the opposite direction of her strike, leaving her staring in disbelief.

A disbelief that lasted too long as a Crocodilian lunged, snatching her shoulders and shoving her to the ground.

''Mn-!'' Her now-useless bat fell from her hand. ''Get off!''

She kicked, knee jutting up into the creature's stomach, but the ribbed belly was too tough to break with just a knee. A cry from Enterprise CL though made her jerk her head to the right, peeing across the lumpy, boggy ground – and her eyes widened as she found the dark-skinned maid pinned down and actively being bred, the Crocodilian on top of her thrusting its bestial hips and clapping her ass, the lack of clothing doing nothing to hide the debauched act.

Her shock lasted long enough for the Crocodilian on top of her to act; its clawed hand raking down her front and ripping apart her dress. San Francisco flinched out of her shock but she could do nothing to stop the creature as its claw hooked into her pink panties and shredded them in two, revealing her nether lips to the creature. Not a second later the beast pinned her arms down specifically with both of its own, snarling as it pressed its body down against her own, part of its ribbed crotch opening up to let its cock out of its sheathe; its cock rapidly hardening into a long, bottle-esque shaft.

The tip of which soon rubbed along her nether lips, teasing her opening – and then suddenly slammed inside of her.

''Agh!'' San Francisco threw her head back, expression contorting in pain as her insides were harshly spread open by the creature's shaft.

She barely had a chance to catch her breath however before the beast began to fuck her in earnest, guttural growls emerging from its throat as it slammed in-and-out of her pussy, forcing its long length into her. Though it wasn't her first time the harshness with which it moved made it feel like it; pained gasps fleeing her lips as the narrow tip pressed up against her womb whilst the thicker middle-part of its cock opened her insides up, leaving her feeling so very stretched it made her nauseous.

The Crocodilian didn't struggle with how dry she was either; simply hissing like an alligator as it continued to plunder her pussy, forcing its thick dick into her unheeding of her sharp gasps and wheezes, ignoring the hits to its chest. Its face was too far out of reach for her to try and hit and the more it stabbed its dick into her the more her strength left her, rapidly leaving San Francisco able only to lay there and take it, to submit to her fate.

''Ah, fuck, s-stop...!'' San Francisco gritted out between harsh, laboured breaths. ''Mn! You stupid- hn!''

Her thighs were suddenly grabbed and hefted up then down, pressed into her breasts as the Crocodilian mating-pressed her into the bog, thrusting its cock down into her abused pussy with renewed vigour. The air was forced from her lungs and all she could focus on was the thick bestial cock that spread her insides apart and kissed her womb, the tip so narrow it felt like it might batter through her very cervix, the thought only worsening the nausea overcoming her.

''Hgh... shit, fuck... mn...!''

It was all she could do to keep cursing and gritting her teeth, refusing to show weakness, but a pained tear still leaked from her eye as the Crocodilian gripped her thighs tighter, its claws raking across her fleshy thighs and leaving nasty bloody cuts across her fair skin. The pain was incomparable to the painful heat in her loins though, the breath fucked out of her as she was pushed down more, its reptilian cock pulsing within her depths-

-when the beast snarled and a torrent of liquid warmth poured inside of her. The sensation purged her mind of all thought, a jolt of fear stabbing into her heart as she realised what it meant, but she couldn't react – not that it would've done her much good. However the thought that the beast was impregnating her ignited an angry fire within her and San Francisco growled, baring her teeth – before she snatched up the discarded baseball bat, the broken edge sharp.

And successfully stabbing it into the creature's eye.

The Crocodilian let out a loud hiss-like scream, suddenly pulling out and scrambling away from her, flailing about as it tried to get the baseball bat out of its eye. San Francisco didn't waste a second and got her feet under herself, ignoring the pain in her crotch and using the tree to help her get up.

Only for another Crocodilian to grab her right leg and lift it, nearly sending her to the floor – and she screamed as it shoved its meaty cock into her abused pussy, wasting no time in pounding her, not letting he escape.

''Guh, f-fuck you!'' San Francisco cursed harshly, grimacing as she endured the painful thrusts.

Alas the Crocodilians would continue to mate with San Francisco despite her liberal protests, breaking both her body and her will under a constant torrent of cum; creampie after creampie dousing her depths with their semen.

Assuring that she too would carry their brood.

[END]

Chapter Text

On the eastern half of Island 13, down at the beach, Bogue stood with a bored expression on her face.

Compared to her peers who ventured into the island to provide close-in support or recon, or those that were still floating on the ocean providing bombardment support, she was stuck in the middle – close enough to the water to flee but also close enough to land to be in danger. Yet despite that supposed danger she'd yet to actually see much in the way of threat to her personally.

Not that she doubted the monsters existed, of course. Though she was at the beach that was only so she could more reliably launch her planes – but in contrast to her fellow carriers she wasn't operating in an attack role of any kind. Rather she was using her planes, which had been armed with red smoke bombs, in a spotting role – flying over the island and marking any location with monsters that she could see, enabling the other carriers to quickly target them and blow them up, helping thin the horde for their comrades on the ground.

''Haah...'' Still, despite that she couldn't deny it was getting boring fast.

At first it'd been thrilling. Now, after spotting the tenth group in a row and marking them with a dull expression, knowing they didn't even notice her plane let alone know how to fight back? It wasn't even shooting fish in a barrel, it was bombing a bucket of dead, motionless fish. No challenge, no reward.

''How long do you think this operation is going to take?'' Bogue inquired lightly. ''I wanna go home and watch some baseball. The big league is coming up later today, you know? I had to set it to record because of this...''

Standing a few feet behind her, rigging summoned but expression flat, was Haguro – her 'bodyguard'. ''I don't know. Maybe a few hours at least.''

Bogue sighed despondently, tapping her baseball against the sand. Outside of the two of them there was a couple of other Ship-Girls milling about, mostly Destroyers, but she didn't pay them any mind. Instead she closed her eyes and focused on her planes, controlling the aircraft with her mind and making it loop back around again, searching the land below for any sign of non-human movement. Nothing.

Haguro watched the Eagle Union carrier for a moment before turning away, sighing as she looked about for something to entertain her. The sandy stretch extended left and right a fair distance, growing narrower fast until it reached the small, six-metre high cliffs on either side, forming a natural ramp up onto the island. Sand turned into grass gradually and the forest began beyond it, but there was still a decent beach here. Had it been under better circumstances she could imagine having a picnic here.

'...hm?' Haguro cocked her head, frowning.

She thought she heard something, but after a second brushed it off. Probably distance shellfire messing with her hearing.

Glancing back at Bogue to make sure she was okay Haguro wandered along the beach a little more, glancing at the seashells that had washed up on the shore, some newer than others. None were alien but buried in the sand as they were they looked almost like alien artifacts she was unearthing, the amusing thought quirking her lips up, tempting her to bend down and pluck one up.

Only to pause as her fingers brushed against the sand. There it was again, that sound. She couldn't put a name to it other than it was a sound, like in the same way vibrations couldn't easily be described as anything other than vibrations. Only this time it felt like the sound was coming from under the sand itself; a subtle shake to the grains that made her pull her hand away, perturbed, then uneasy.

''Um... Bogue-san, I think-''

The sand before her suddenly erupted up in a column, forcing a startled yelp out of Haguro as she backed up. The sand fell fast but more columns erupted all over the beach, granules of gold erupting upwards – and in their wakes emerged giant bugs. They looked almost like giant Tarantula Hawks but as ants, only upsized to be shy of ten feet long and with a bulk that dwarfed Haguro's own, their black body segmented into three parts and with thin, hairy legs. Translucent wings twitched across its back and as it climbed out of the sand fully she saw the curved red-orange stinger protruding from its rearmost segment, not dissimilar to a wasp's stinger.

And then the creature shrieked at her; an unearthly sound that pierced her ears and made her wince, stumbling back – and open fire. Her eight cannons blasted the insect apart in a belch of smoke, the acidic cloud washing past her and sending Haguro stumbling back – but then there was another ant to her right. It lunged at her, mandibles snapping at where her right arm previously was had she not leapt aside, eyes narrowing as she hurriedly reloaded her guns and opened fire once more. Her shells easily tore it apart but the smoke blinded her to their locations.

Suddenly something sharp stabbed into her lower back from behind, sending Haguro lurching forwards with a gasp. She turned, whacking the Flying Sand Ant with her rigging, but when she tried to fire her guns they refused to work. Briefly she thought it was a jam, or that she had suddenly run out of ammo, but when she tried to take a step back her right leg gave out under her and she fell onto her side with a gasp, her blood running cold when her body refused to respond.

'What's happening?!' Haguro panicked, her biceps rapidly going numb – the same cold sensation travelling down to her fingertips. 'Don't tell me, venom...?!'

Haguro didn't get to ponder it any further however as the Flying Sand Ant skittered on top of her. She recoiled as much as her numbing body would allow, twisting and turning in some desperate attempt to escape and managing to get herself on her front, shuffling forwards like a worm – and then cried out as two sharp legs stabbed into the back of her hands. They broke the skin but didn't go much deeper, the fuzzy forelegs pinning her hands to the sand and immobilising her whilst another two hairy legs grabbed her hips, lifting it up and balancing her on her knees.

Unseen by Haguro herself the stinger protruding from the back of the insect retracted, seeming to slide back into its rearmost segment... before in its place extended a thicker, somewhat longer orange ovipositor, a slit at the tip and uneven bumps littered across its otherwise smooth surface. The Flying Sand Ant arched its body and guided the long shaft down towards Haguro, lifting the back of her skirt with one of its legs and revealing her pale thighs and ass, her black panties contrasting them sharply.

''Mn...?!'' Haguro grunted in surprise as she felt her panties be tugged to one side. 'What's it doing back there?!'

She couldn't turn her head enough to see, her neck going numb now, but she could still feel something weirdly warm poke her ass cheek – and then rub down her slit. A jolt travelled up her spine and her breathing caught in her throat, alarm bells ringing in her mind as the tip pushed against her opening-

-and Haguro let out a short, terrified wheeze as it penetrated her from behind. Her eyes bulged and her lips went limp in shock, disbelief wrapping her mind up – until the creature started pushing deeper. A spike of pain twisted her groin and she winced, a rasping grunt escaping her as she felt the penis-like appendage push in deeper and deeper, spreading her tender walls apart until it nearly kissed her cervix. Only then did it begin to pull out, the countless bumps upon its length rubbing against her walls.

And then it slammed back in again. This time Haguro couldn't hold back her cry, the sound weak but still ringing out as the insect claimed her once more, then again, again. Despite the total lack of lubrication the insect's cock was so smooth it practically slid into her pussy, whilst the countless bumps upon it rubbed against her insides in a way that almost felt pleasurable... if she hadn't been conscious of the fact that she was currently being raped by a bug.

''Hnf, nn...!'' Haguro winced as the tip hit her cervix again. ''Why... are you...?''

She didn't know why she bothered speaking; giving up mid-sentence and grimacing instead, another wince twisting her visage when he it plunged back inside of her. She tried to look about but her neck wouldn't move, leaving her staring across the sandy stretch towards the forest – but she could hear the others. Their screams, the sound of explosions, and then the shriller shrieks as the insects mounted them.

Haguro screwed her eyes shut as the Flying Sand Ant drove itself into her once more, then again and again, each thrust faster than the one before it until it was actively pounding her pussy, driving its long ovipositor into her as deep as physically possible. The rounded tip of its ovipositor pressed in against her cervix and it was all she could do to ignore the sensation, helpless as it held her close and mated with her-

-and then suddenly the ovipositor inside of her swelled – and she felt an egg push into her. It pressed against her cervix and forced itself through, the pain vastly diluted to an uncomfortable twinge but still leaving Haguro clawing at the sand as best she could, gasping as the insect laid its eggs insides of her. Thick as a hen's egg but slimier it slid up into her birth canal, followed by a second, third and then a fourth, all of them cosied within her deepest parts.

'Gross.' Haguro thought, shuddering in revulsion. 'Need to get away, get someone to take them out, I don't... wanna have them inside me when they hatch-!'

As if her thoughts were a prayer she heard a distance boom.

Then a second later well over a dozen battleship-grade shells slammed into the area around her. She went deaf momentarily, vision cutting out-

-and when it came back she was laid on her back, staring dumbly at the sky.

'...huh?'

Motion to her left lured her gaze over but she still couldn't move her neck – and relief burst up within her chest as she saw several Eagle Union Ship-Girls running up on the beach. One of them – Nevada? – grabbed her and carried her back towards the ocean, saying something, but she could only hear a high-pitched ringing sound.

However as her head lolled back, Haguro quickly realised she was a lucky one.

Because of the six or so people on the beach at the time of the attack, only two others were there and being carried back.

Bogue, not amongst them.

X-x-X

Bogue was harshly snapped out of her piloting when she heard the others scream.

She reacted fast, pulling out her baseball bat and prepared to clobber any monster that got too close – but she certainly wasn't prepared to see a swarm of giant ants crawling out of the sand, attacking startled Ship-Girls left right and centre. They weren't particularly strong as seen when Haguro took them out with her cannons but they came in such number that even the Destroyers rapidly found themselves overwhelmed, unable to down them faster than they closed the distance.

And soon Bogue found herself engaged in close combat. The ants skittered across the sand towards her or launched themselves forth with their wings, half-hovering and half-lunging – only to meet her baseball bat in a head-on collision. With the sickening crunch of their exoskeletons they Flying Sand Ant went flying off to the left, dazed and allowing her to finish it off with a second crushing smash. However it was just one of several; of whom besieged her a mere moment later.

''Huh?! You wanna get some too?!'' Bogue grinned cockily, throwing a baseball up. ''Batter up~!''

Her bat struck it with explosive force, sending it flying across the sand and into the head of one of the incoming ants, blowing a hole straight through it. The second ant that came from her right on the other hand found itself being uppercutted by her bat, a follow-up downwards strike smashing its head in and leaving it a motionless corpse by her side.

'Huh? Where's the third-?'

Bogue had her question answered as buzzing filled her ears, coming from above. Nary a second later half-a-dozen hairy bug arms grabbed her sides and hauled her off of her feet, eliciting a startled shriek from Bogue as she was carried up into the air – and she gasped as she was stuck on her lower back, right next to her spine. She ignored the pain though and struggled, yelling and swinging her bat as best she could, but the awkward angle it'd grabbed her at prevented her from putting her full might behind each swing.

Then suddenly they descended, and Bogue ate a mouthful of sand. Spluttering the petite carrier tried to shove the golden grains aside but the Flying Sand Ant pushed her down more like it was trying to suffocate her, its bulk easily keeping her pinned... when it began to dig. The sand rapidly gave way under her as it filtered down, the bug pushing her down with it and not letting her go as it tunnelled their way into the sand-

-and then they fell into a cave.

It was just a short six foot drop but Bogue grunted all the same as she hit the ground. The arms binding her released her and she rolled over onto her side, yelling as she swung her bat up towards the insect's face, but the creature caught it between its mandibles and ripped it from her hand, throwing it somewhere behind it into the darkness of the cave.

''T-Tch...!'' Gritting her teeth Bogue scrambled back from the bug, the sandstone cold under her palms. ''I ain't going down without a fight you overgrown bug!''

The Flying Sand Ant didn't really react, simply hissing at her once... before it surged up into the hole it'd made, going back to the surface. Sand filtered in through the gap but a web-like sinew was quickly sprayed into the gap, slowing the rate until the same seemed to compact and harden, forming a new roof – plunging Bogue into near-total darkness.

'Great.' Bogue grumbled, looking about blindly. 'Shit, I think I brought some flares, didn't I...?'

Rummaging around in the small bag she'd brought with her – mostly containing snacks and such – she soon found the long stick-like flares she was looking for, ripping the lid off one and igniting it. Immediately a baleful red glow illuminated the small cave, allowing her to run her gaze across the sandstone walls and floor. She was almost tempted to try and blow a hole through to the surface – her bat couldn't have gone far – but the risk of bringing the ceiling down on her was a decidedly unappealing one.

Suddenly she heard skittering. Immediately Bogue tensed, shifting up into a sitting position as best she could but found that her lower back was weirdly numb, the cold sensation spreading up her back. Unlike Haguro Bogue failed to make the connection and just brushed the weird feeling off, turning her focus onto the source of the noise, squinting in some weak attempt to see further in the dark.

Then more skittering, low and fast. Almost like legs.

Many, many legs.

'Wait, don't tell me...' Bogue's heart plummeted.

'This... is its nest?!'

Not a second passed before a swarm of Sand Arts, lacking wings and as small as a dog, came skittering out of the darkness towards her. Bogue screamed in fright and scrambled back but her thighs didn't tense nor did her legs seem willing to move, leaving her fruitlessly shuffling back on her ass as the creatures rapidly neared, mandibles snapping and glowing orange ovipositors protruding from their rearmost sections. The ant-like creatures didn't limit themselves to the floor either and scaled the sandstone walls with ease, several even coming up across the ceiling.

The flare in her hands kept them at bay momentarily. Key word being momentarily as one of the Sand Ants fell on her head from above, eliciting a shriek from Bogue as she dropped the flare and grabbed the insect by its sides, trying to pull it off of her head – only to find its ovipositor in her mouth as it plunged it between her parted lips, the glowing shaft shoving down her throat and making Bogue audibly gag.

With the flare by her feet there was nothing left to deter the Sand Ants. Ravenously they skittered over her, mandibles pinching at her clothes and tearing them apart – her skirt pulled this way and that before it was ripped into parts, their mandibles scratching her ribs and small breasts in the process. Her hat was discarded easily and her shoes were gnawed on until they could be pulled off, her socks coming off at the cost of deep cuts on her feet. Her black skin-tight shorts were the last thing shielding her modesty but the Sand Ants went for them with fervour, cutting them apart like their mouths were scissors and uncaring of the small but numerous cuts they left on her pale skin, quite a few marring her groin and inner-thighs when she tried to close her legs to the monsters.

Until soon her panties were off, a Sand Ant mounted her prone form – and Bogue shrieked as it slammed its curved appendage down into her vagina.

''MMPH!'' Throwing her head left-and-right Bogue frantically tried to dislodge the bugs from her, gagging and retching around the ovipositor slamming down her throat, a noticeable bulge present in her throat as it went down it.

The bugs weren't content with just having her pussy though. With a coordination born of instinct the bugs rolled Bogue over onto her stomach, presenting her peachy ass to the swarm and allowing one of them to mount her rear too – rearing its appendage back, swaying, before slamming it into her other virgin orifice. It went in dry, its ovipositor lacking the bumps its older variants had but making up for that with vigour, plunging itself into her tight asshole with ravenous fervour.

Though their ovipositors weren't particularly thick they were long and rock-solid, stretching Bogue's pussy and ass as they violated her. There was no pause for breath, no slowing as they adjusted their positions, just senseless, non-stop fucking that left Bogue crying out – when she wasn't gagging, that is. The luminescent shaft going down her throat threatened to choke her and when she opened her eyes all she could see was the underbelly of the ant-like creature, or the swarm of ants surrounding her, some of them even climbing over her and running their hairy bodies over her naked form.

'This can't be happening, this can't- mn!'

Even thinking was hard; her thoughts constantly interrupted by the ovipositors thrusting into her pussy, ass and mouth, the disorienting sensations only made worse by the barrage of skittering sounds coming from all around her. She could feel some of the bugs trying to squeeze in with the others, pushing for space as they tried to get their cock-like appendages in her too, reminding her of the fact these creatures would continue to mate with her for who knows how long.

The thought burned itself into her mind; a deep, nauseating terror swirling within her as she simply laid there, tears streaming down her cheeks and unable to even move as she was pounded. It wasn't even really pleasurable for her; their dicks dry as they raked her walls or went so deep down her throat it felt like she might be sick, her head light and the risk of fainting so very high, the only thing stopping her being the instinctive urge to try and stay awake, lest the bugs do who knows what to her in her sleep.

Suddenly the bug fucking her mouth sped up, its body humping her face faster and stuffing its ovipositor down her gullet, and from so close she could see a slight bulge travel up its ovipositor – and then suddenly she felt sticky fluid gush down her throat, slimy and thick. More than that however she felt thick eggs push down her throat, immediately making her gag, but the weight of the eggs forced them down further and further until she had no choice but to swallow them.

One, two, three, four, five. Five eggs.

Suddenly the ovipositors in her pussy and ass slammed in all the way – and more eggs pushed into her violated holes too. Her lower half was terribly numb but there was no hiding the feeling of her cervix opening up as one egg after the next entered her baby chamber, her mind paralysed with terror as she was impregnated, her asshole not spared either and filled with them too.

Then the moment the three Sand Ants pulled out, three more replaced it, inserting themselves into her and violating her holes gleefully.

There must've been a hundred or so Ants in the cave, Bogue dimly mused, unconsciousness claiming her.

She wondered how many hours it'd take before they were done with her... if ever.

[END]

Chapter Text

Air defence seemed like a bit of a silly idea when their main opponents tended to be land-based monsters.

Hanazuki quickly learned, however, that that wasn't always the case. Though at first the roaming packs of monsters had rushed them and fell in droves, soon enough the main fleet started to be attacked by airborne monsters – large insects, bat-like beasts, Gremlins and a host of other winged creatures. Most weren't particularly strong but it still emphasised the necessity of anti-air combat, especially those that attacked with fast hit-and-run tactics.

Thus she and a few others were assigned as air defence for the flagship Impero. Being in a forest there wasn't much time between noticing an incoming monster and being attacked so precision and reflexes were imperative, hence her assignment given her strong anti-air abilities. Thus far she'd downed over a dozen monsters alone, to say nothing of the others who aided her; all of them collectively leaving a trail of corpses in their wake.

''Hm...''

Hanazuki dared to take her eyes off of the trees around them, looking back at Impero. ''Is something the matter, Impero-san?''

''Libeccio and Maestrale haven't returned yet. They were scheduled to swap out with the others ten minutes ago.'' Impero remarked with a slight frown. ''Hanazuki, and... Miyuki? You two go back and check on them. If you're not back in ten minutes I'll send rescue.''

Hanazuki nodded. ''As you wish. Miyuki, follow me please and protect our rear.''

''H-Hai...'' Her cripplingly-shy companion whimpered.

Hanazuki just smiled at that, beckoning Miyuki to follow her as she led her away from the pack – her slow pace building to a jog as she retraced the steps of the main fleet. They'd all moved at a relatively slow pace so they didn't get overwhelmed and the trail of corpses incidentally worked like a trail back the way they came, leading Hanazuki through the dense forestry.

The further they strayed from the main fleet though the quieter it became. The idle chatter of escorts, the low thrums of Impero's aircraft taking off and dropping bombs on identified threats, the periodic warning shouts before a myriad of monsters tried attacking them – all of it went away, leaving a haunting stillness in the air that admittedly got under Hanazuki's skin. Maybe it was because she knew what lurked out there in the bushes and in the canopies, but the longer she jogged with her own breath as her only distraction, the more tense she became.

Glancing behind herself she was relieved, however, to find Miyuki still following her, albeit a tiny bit winded. ''Are you still alright?''

''M-Mm!'' The Fubuki-class Destroyer hurried to answer, her fluffy fox tail swishing behind her.

Hanazuki flashed her a brief smile before focusing ahead. The trial of corpses had begun to thin, in part because this was where the monsters had actually started attacking in droves, no doubt drawn in by the sound of shellfire. The bodies trailed on for a little longer but she remembered this was where Oite and the others had set off from, namely because the clearing was quite wide, something she'd noticed at the time and stuck in her memory.

'Let's see... they should've gone... this way, right?' Hanazuki mused to herself as she began to walk, following a trail through the bushes – several plants trammelled by boots. 'Yes, definitely. These boot marks have rudder indents in them too.'

Nodding to herself Hanazuki led the way for her companion, her guns trained on the surrounding foliage as they went. She was mindful to be quiet, and the second she heard rustling nearby she crouched and went still, prompting Miyuki to do the same. Thankfully though the rustling carried on further towards the main fleet, unaware of their presence, and so Hanazuki continued deeper into the forest.

Until eventually the ground dipped into a natural basin of sorts. Curious she slowly eased herself down the slope, looking around. They should've crossed through here, if Oite had followed the general plan – although no exact route had been plotted they'd been give a specific direction to go in, so many degrees apart from the others to form a wide but mostly-solid picket to stop the monsters from reaching the capital ships, or at least to thin the herd a bit. That orientation, by Hanazuki's calculations, should've brought Oite either through the basin or just around it.

Frowning Hanazuki looked about, about to keep walking – when she noticed something on the grass.

Her stomach dropped. 'Oh no...'

Unheeding of Miyuki's startled squeak Hanazuki left her behind; rushing over to the plot of grass where the scraps of dark fabric laid. Around it the dirt was upturned; clumps of soil pulled up over uneven grass, the green blades slightly wet with dew. They had been through here, and if their torn clothes was any indication they'd been involved in a scuffle. Looking around she spotted more bits of discarded cloth and metal, but only fragments, not whole chunks of rigging or anything. Nor any bodies.

'They... they must still be alive.' Hanazuki thought worriedly to herself, pursing her lips. 'But if they didn't return to the main fleet after being attacked, let alone wounded... then that must mean...'

''Hanazuki...?'' Miyuki called out softly. ''Are they...?''

Hanazuki shook off the prospect and stood. ''We can't know for sure yet. Let's keep looking.''

Miyuki hurriedly nodded. Without a word the pair of them ran further into the basin, searching earnestly for their errant comrades – but alas they were nowhere to be found, not in the small shrubs lining the basin nor at the far end of it. Thus they had no choice but to clamber out the other side, pulling on tufts of grass and moss to haul themselves up onto level ground again – their grunts and whines of effort the only noise to permeate the smothering silence that reigned over the island.

Panting Hanazuki stood, dusting off her hakama before looking around. The forest here felt denser than it did near the main path, if only because not so many trees had been knocked down. Thick brown trunks stood scattered amidst thinner ones, some arched and others straight, forming a confusing network that seemed to fade on into infinity. The shrubbery was waist-high in places and vines hung in others, some with nasty-looking barbs and others deceptively plain, though that did little to assuage Hanazuki's wariness.

Grunting Miyuki also pushed herself to her feet. ''Where to now...?''

That, Hanazuki didn't know. For all they knew it was a bunch of flying creatures that grabbed Oite and the others – they could be anywhere on the island. However she quenched such thoughts, grimacing as she tried to think where they could've gone. It was then, scanning the surrounding shrubbery with her eyes, that she noticed a gap between a couple bushes; formed by a crushed, smaller shrub. As if something had been dragged over it.

Like, say, an unconscious body.

''This way.'' Hanazuki said with newfound determination.

Miyuki had barely stammered an agreement before Hanazuki was hurrying off, the fear of being too late for their comrades hastening her motions. They cut through shrubs with less subtlety than desired but didn't slow; following the trail deeper and deeper into the woods.

''Hanazuki...'' Miyuki whimpered. ''How much further? We're getting far from the others...''

Hanazuki swallowed. ''Just a bit further, I'm sure of it, they're around here somewhere.''

As if to validate her hopes she heard motion up ahead; prompting Hanazuki to arm her cannons and pick up the space, rushing through the bushes-!

And found a Gremlin.

A dead Gremlin, laid on its side and with a Lizardman hunched over it, eating it. The lizard's jaw was smeared with drying blood and other viscera, flesh in its maw that it gulped down – before it swung its head to look at them.

Only for the creature to see nothing but empty forest. It narrowed its eyes, golden irises flicking left and right as it slowly stood up, its posture low and hunched. It hissed, tipping its head back as it sniffed the air, but the blood smeared across its own jaw muddled its sense of smell too much to pick up anything other than the freshness of the forest.

Hidden behind a tree Hanazuki kept one hand over her mouth and the other over Miyuki's, both girls wide-eyed and tense – hearing the monster move about. The slow crunch of crisp grass, the heavy, guttural breaths that turned into hisses every few seconds; it took all they had to not flinch or squeak, just staying as quiet as they could and hoping the monster would forget about them or better yet, leave. The hopeful thought remained strong even as they heard it grow closer, its low hisses seeming almost knowing, like it was taunting them now, that it knew they were there.

Until with a lower, annoyed hiss the creature stomped back towards its fallen prey, going back to eating now – flesh audibly torn from its bones.

Hanazuki shuddered at the sound, looking down at Miyuki. The shorter girl looked back up with wide gold eyes full of alarm and Hanazuki gently shushed her, pointing that same finger towards the basin where they'd just come from. Her fellow fox-girl nodded, understanding, and with careful steps they began to creep away.

The second their legs brushed against a shrub though they heard more than saw the Lizardman react; its chewing suddenly stopping. They stood perfectly still but once more the beast began to rise – and this time they didn't have the benefit of cover. All it needed to do was move slightly to the left or right, and it'd see them.

Thus, there was only one option. ''Run!''

Miyuki complied. As one they broke out into a sprint, foregoing any sort of stealth and sprinting back towards the basin – and behind them the Lizardman let out a shriller sort of hiss, one that echoed throughout the forest around them as other Lizardmen responded to its call. The thought invoked a fresh, bone-deep fear within Hanazuki but she refused to slow nor look behind herself; keeping her eyes on the path so she didn't trip.

Roots were jumped over. Shrubs were pushed aside or waded through. Vines were dodged lest they attack and when a weird-looking bug descended from a tree they veered around it, evading any obstacle in their way with perfect precision and nearing their objective-

-but it still wasn't enough.

Sudden rustling from her left was the only warning Hanazuki got before a Lizardman burst from the bushes. Digging her heel into the dirt she spun and opened fire, four shells impacting its torso and erupting into a plume of smoke – but the creature wasn't downed by it. Sent stumbling it landed on all fours momentarily before lunging up at her, snatching Hanazuki by the front of her kimono.

Then with a sudden yank it pulled, and ripped off the front of her dress. Hanazuki's cheeks went scarlet and she squeaked in both fear and embarrassment, stumbling back from the creature even as the tatters of her cloth fell from its fingers – and then it was coming at her again. She didn't waste the time lining up a shot and just side-stepped its swipe as best she could, unloading all her shells into its back and firing a second salvo before it could turn to face her, finally dealing enough damage that it ran off into the bushes, badly wounded.

But it had succeeded in slowing her down. Miyuki had kept on running, perhaps tunnel-visioning, perhaps just assuming she'd catch up. Whatever the reason was Hanazuki didn't care, quashing her anxiety as best she could and running after her comrade – hearing more than seeing a whole pack of Lizardmen giving chase, and rapidly closing in.

''Hah, haah...!'' Holding the front of her dress up with her right hand Hanazuki kept sprinting through the foliage, ignoring the looming threat.

And then another Lizardman leapt at her from behind. She didn't slow, her speed just enough to escape its reach – or so she thought. A startled squeal escaped Hanazuki as it caught the back of her hakama pants, ripping them down her thighs and sending her onto her front, tumbling several feet until her momentum bled off. Spitting out the grass in her mouth she stumbled up to her feet but her now-ripped hakama pants were caught around her legs, slowing her for a precious few seconds until she yanked them back up.

Fingers curled around her right ankle – and a scream escaped her as she was yanked backwards, dragged across the grass. Hurriedly Hanazuki turned over onto her back only to come face-to-face with a Lizardman, its bloody maw opening as it hissed right in her face, making her ears flatten atop her head and for tail to go limp. Her momentary fear though was just that – momentary, as a second later she remembered her training, and fired.

BOOM!

From so close the explosion sent her tumbling across the grass, gasping as her back hit a tree, but without missing a beat Hanazuki scrambled back to her feet. Not sparing the Lizardman she'd shot a look she started to run – only to stumble short as a Lizardman cut her off, its yellowish scales dulled by the canopy overhead and its hungry eyes locked onto her. Panicking Hanazuki backed up and looked around, only to find herself increasingly surrounded as the Lizardmen grouped around her.

'Oh no oh no, come on think, think...!' Hanazuki desperately thought, clutching her clothes lest they outright fall off of her.

She saw a small gap to her right – the trees cutting off in what must've been a cliff of some kind, but she was confident she could survive such a fall, and so she ran. Ignoring the Lizardmen that closed in around her she sprinted for the edge, the shrubs becoming thinner as she neared it, her legs tensing-

Only for a Lizardman to suddenly tackle her from behind, sending her onto the ground. Hanazuki cried out as sharp claws raked down her back, cutting into her cloth and separating her rigging from her body, shearing through metal like it was cardboard. She tried to struggle but the thing was heavy and had her pinned, and the moment her rigging was in ruins it set its sight on her clothes; her sleeveless pink kimono top rapidly ripped off of her back whilst her hakama followed suit, leaving her completely, utterly naked. She normally didn't wear underwear and today was no different.

A fact she was sorely regretting.

''Ah-!'' Hanazuki cried out as a clawed hand grabbed her by the hair, hauling her up to her feet as the Lizardman got off of her. ''L-Let me go! It hurts!''

A hissing snarl teased her ear, sending a shiver of primal fear coursing through Hanazuki. The Lizardman hissed again, pressing itself against her rear... and her blood ran cold as she felt something long, thick and hard press between her ass cheeks. Another Lizardman got in front of her, crawling at first and looking straight at her smooth pussy, hunger in its eyes. The realisation of her fate hit her then, her eyes widening to their limits as the Lizardman straightened up, its own thick cock bared to her.

''Wait... no, no, please don't do this, please no...!'' Hanazuki frantically pleaded, tears pricking at her eyes as she struggled – but the grip on her hair was too tight.

Her fate was sealed as the Lizardman behind her grabbed her right breast, cutting her tit with its nails and drawing blood whilst its other hand pulled her hair harsher – forcing a pained cry out of the fox-girl. It hissed domineeringly into her left ear, breath hot and wet, and soon it picked her up. The only mercy afforded was that it released her hair and held her side instead, keeping her aloft with its strength alone even as she kicked her legs out at the other Lizardman, trying to keep it back, to save her chastity.

It didn't work. The beast pushed against her, its scaled torso resisting her futile kicks and pressing itself up against her, its bulbous tip pressing against her private parts – and then Hanazuki screamed as it suddenly bucked its hips, jamming its cock into her tight, virgin orifice. She saw stars in her eyes, her lower parts numb for all of a second before the pain hit like its dick was a dagger; a deep, cutting pain in her loins as the Lizardman buried itself into her.

And then the other Lizardman penetrated her asshole. Her tight hole resisted, clenching, but the monster greedily buried its shaft into her ungodly-tight ass, forcing a strangled, weeping cry out of the Destroyer as not one but both of her holes were violated. Her high-pitched wailed echoed throughout the forest for all of a few seconds before it hitched as the two creatures began to pull out, emptying her holes – and then as one they filled her right back up.

''Agh! T-Take it out~!'' Hanazuki wailed, sucking in a breath – only for it to be knocked out of her when their cocks slammed back into her.

She'd never done more than touch herself during her heat periods, so feeling something so unbelievably thick and hard inside of her felt like it would break in two; her pussy aching as the Lizardman's long cock stuffed itself up into her, parting her tender walls with every slow, forceful thrust. Her asshole wasn't spared either, the two cocks pistoning inside of her at the same time and leaving her feeling like they were tearing her apart with their combined girth.

Hanazuki screwed her eyes shut, trying to push away the agonising pain – but it was for naught. It was too intense, too sharp, too overwhelming. She was forced to intimately feel the two cocks push into her violated holes, the one in her vagina kissing her innermost parts before pulling out to the tip until it inevitably slammed back in a moment later. Worse, the two creatures began to speed up, their slow thrusts gaining strength and fucking stars through her eyes once more, her bare legs spasming from every deep penetration.

''Ah- no- please- ah-!''

Their scales smacked against her flesh, bruising her pale skin, but the monsters didn't stop. Digging their claws into her nude body they violated her pussy and asshole like her sole reason for existing was to be their personal breeding toy, snarling and hissing in delight as her insides clenched around their thick girths, unable to stop them from penetrating her depths.

A gasp was torn from Hanazuki's lips as the Lizardman behind her grabbed her boobs; clawed fingers digging in and drawing fresh rivulets of blood, the crimson ichor running over her tits and down her ribs, contrasting the small trails forming on her hips as the other Lizardmen held them – eagerly ramming up into her formerly-virgin pussy, ploughing her like she was the last woman on the planet. The fervour it moved with certainly made it seem so; a deep, primal delight in its eyes as it violated her, nay, bred her.

The two monsters gradually got faster; their fast tempos becoming non-stop pounding that left Hanazuki nearly numb, her head light and eyesight blurred from how harshly she screwed her eyelids shut. She tried to ignore how much their dicks were throbbing inside of her, the sensation unsettling and upsetting in equal measure, her breathing short as the creatures held onto her naked body tighter-

-and then suddenly, as one, they let out a shrill hiss – and spurts of sticky warmth filled her pussy and asshole at the same time. More than that, however, was the feeling of dozens of tiny marble-like eggs that poured into her holes. They nestled in her ass, pushed into her womb, cradled in her depths; the sensation leaving Hanazuki trembling in fearful realisation, in knowing that her fate was sealed.

''Please... no more...''

Alas the moment the Lizardmen pulled out of her holes another came to replace them, eagerly pinning her to the dirt and fucking her prone-bone, her sobs muffled by the grass.

X-x-X

Miyuki wasn't sure how long she'd run for.

Only that eventually, she'd found the basin once again and kept running.

''Haah, hah, almost...!'' Miyuki dared to smile a little despite the fear still coursing through her veins. ''Hanazuki, we're almost-!''

She turned, and her heart sunk as she realised the pink-haired Destroyer was no longer behind her. The thought made her steps lag until she came to a complete stop, panting heavily and staring – and she flinched when she heard distant shellfire, back the way she came. Hanazuki was still back there and, presumably, fighting off the monsters. The realisation that she'd left her comrade behind made Miyuki tremble; an ugly mix of fear and regret bubbling up in her as she started to walk back to the cliff, only to stop.

'S-Should I get help?' Miyuki thought to herself uncertainly. Was it worth going back by herself, if she ended up getting attacked and overwhelmed too?

So caught up in her indecision Miyuki didn't hear the subtle rustling of bushes nearby. Not until a branch snapped and she squeaked, whirling to face the source only to find nothing but empty forest – but her anxiety remained, her eyes frantically darting this way and that as she slowly backed up, fearfully clutching at her katana and unsheathing it as quickly as she could.

''W-Who goes there...?!''

Silence.

''H... Hana-?''

Two Lizardmen suddenly burst from the shrubbery ahead of her just as one leapt off of the edge of the basin down at her. Miyuki shrieked in fright and fired up at the falling one, her sword thrust up as well – and the blade was wrenched from her grip as the Lizardman impaled itself down onto it, its bulk tearing her blade from her hands as it fell at her feet, pierced through the heart and dying in seconds.

The other two, however, weren't. Miyuki knew she wouldn't be able to down both in the few seconds she had so she did the wise thing and ran.

''H-HELP!'' Miyuki cried at the top of her lungs, sprinting towards the other end of the basin.

She heard them behind her – and then suddenly one leapt onto her back. Miyuki went down with a wheeze, tumbling for just a second before the Lizardman was on top of her, crushing the barrels of her turrets before punching the turrets themselves in. Weaponless Miyuki cried out and threw a haphazard punch – only for the Lizardman to grab it and twist her wrist, making her wail in pain, bone nearly snapping from the uncomfortable angle.

Then suddenly it released her wrist, its claws raking down her front. Pain flared in her collarbone as its claw-tips dug into her skin but more alarming was how it ripped a big gash straight down the front of her bodysuit and collar, exposing creamy flesh soon mottled red by her own blood; thin rivulets staining her bodysuit. She struggled, gasping from the stinging pain, only for her eyes to widen when it torn out the crotch of her bodysuit along with her underwear, leaving nothing to hide her smooth nether regions.

'W-Why are they undressing me...?' Miyuki fretfully thought. 'A-Are they going to eat me too...?!'

Mercifully not, but the alternative was one she wasn't sure was much better – her heart skipping a beat as the Lizardman forced itself on top of her. She glimpsed its rock-hard erection and the dots slowly connected in her mind, but by the time she truly realised what the monster intended to do with her it was too late to resist, the tip of its dick nuzzling her bare folds-

-and Miyuki screamed as it shoved its cock inside of her. It went in dry, forcing her vaginal walls apart harshly and soon kissing the gates of her womb, filling her in a single brutal thrust. She barely had the time to draw a breath before it pulled partway out – and she cried out once more as it slammed back in, ruthlessly rutting into her even as she renewed her struggle once more – kicking and punching as best she could, but the beast simply ignored her struggles and kept raping her.

''A-Ah! Take it out, take it- nn!'' Speaking was hard, her breathing short and pain making her jaw tense up – letting only weak, strangled sounds tumble free.

The other Lizardman knelt by her face, sneering at her for a moment before looking up at the sky, sniffing – and then took off, presumably in search of further prey. Miyuki barely noticed though; her eyes screwing shut as she endured the thick lizard dick pounding her depths, her pussy on fire as the monstrous Lizardman raped her relentlessly – its hips neither stopping nor slowing as it picked up speed, soon pounding her abused pussy raw.

Pinned on her back Miyuki could do nothing but take the rough, bestial pounding – gasping when the Lizardman grabbed her thighs and suddenly folded them over herself, mating pressing her into the dirt as if trying to get the most ideal breeding position. It put its weight down on her more, bending her legs uncomfortably and making the pain in her loins worse; not that it did anything to deter the lizard monster from rutting her, its maw hissing mere inches from her face.

Terrified Miyuki just whimpered, crying to herself as she was defiled so painfully – every thrust setting her loins alight as the Lizardman's meaty cock raked her walls. She could feel the creature throbbing inside of her, its long cock pressing against her cervix with every thrust; the sensation invoking a deep terror in her as she feared it might pierce through that part of her too. The thought though led her mind to what its aim might be – and what her fate, now, was.

'Nn, g-gods, please help...!'

None answered her unspoken prayers, however.

And as the Lizardman clawed at her thighs and buried itself in her tender pussy Miyuki could only wail – and then screamed as a torrent of hot fluid poured into her womb, preluding the slew of marble-sized eggs that nestled in her baby chamber. Her breathing hitched, her eyes screwed shut, the weight of what her new fate was filling her mind-

-and it proved too much for her to take, unconsciousness a merciful embrace as she fainted.

The Lizardman, however, hardly cared; merely pulling out of her ruined pussy before grabbing Miyuki and carrying her over its shoulder, marching back towards its nest.

Where the breeding would, inevitably, continue.

[END]

Chapter Text

Hanazuki and Miyuki hadn't returned.

That didn't bode well. And although Impero retained her lazy, almost laid-back disposition, one could see the unease crinkling at the corner of her eyes, her brow dipped into a frown as she mulled over what happened – before, after only a brief delay, sent out a team to check up on them.

The main fleet was starting to become a bit stretched, however. Although they were several dozen in number over half of them were spread out in a forward fan shape as they progressed towards their main objective. As such only four could be spared to go hunt for their missing Destroyer duo – a party consisting of four cruisers; two light and two heavy. Enough firepower to handle most of what the island had thrown at them thus far, but not so much that it granted them overconfidence.

Not that she'd ever fall prey to overconfidence, Birmingham thought to herself.

The red-haired cruiser wandered through the forest with fast strides, her jog slowing as she took a moment to assess her surroundings. She was near the junction where Hanazuki and Miyuki had gone – a fact confirmed when she spotted the bushes nearby had been trampled by rudder-ended boots, the tracks still fresh. However there was no signs of a struggle, indicating that if there was anything wrong then it happened deeper into the forest.

Birmingham glanced behind her. Boise followed close behind her, shy and skittish, whilst a step behind was Maya and Ashigara – two Heavy Cruisers from the Sakura Empire. She could appreciate Maya's seriousness about the matter, especially with her skilful swordsmanship, but she was a little more sceptical about Ashigara's. Though a Myouko-class cruiser she seemed rather skittish in this environment; chasing shadows and flinching at every distant shell fired. She wasn't scared per se, but it was clear that the nigh-suicidal onslaught of monsters had rattled her slightly.

As if sharing the same thought Maya looked back at her companion, nudging her. ''Relax. Stay focused.''

Ashigara started a little but hurriedly nodded; drawing in a cleansing breath and managing to regain some of her nerve. Birmingham hummed at that and looked ahead, silently leading her companions further into the woods. It wasn't long until the land descended into a natural basin, and a quick search yielded results, albeit not the ones they were hoping for.

Torn clothes. Broken bits of rigging. Even blood, in some cases. The girls had been attacked here, of that there was no doubt, but the absence of bodies was unnerving.

''Either they managed to escape and went further in, or they were dragged off.'' Maya made her thoughts clear, staring pointedly at Birmingham. They had to go further.

Grimacing Birmingham nodded her assent, continuing to lead her small sortie group ahead. It almost felt weird leading two Heavy Cruisers, given flagship roles usually went to the capital ships, but she wasn't complaining – maybe Impero thought she had better commanding skills. That, or the carrier was just too lazy to do an in-depth assessment of their skills and just gave her the role on a whim. Which, considering they needed to find their missing comrades ASAP, she supposed was somewhat warranted. Find the injured first, bicker about command roles later.

Shaking her head to dispel the thought Birmingham focused on the other end of the basin, reaching it soon enough. Vines, moss and other bits hung from the slanted rock but it felt surprisingly firm, refusing to budge when she tugged and emboldening her to use them as climbing tools – grunting as she hauled herself up bit by bit. The others followed her carefully, making sure not to overload the edge of the basin lest their combined weight cause the dirt and stone to crumble, but in the end they all reached the top of the basin without issue.

''Where to now...?'' Boise spoke up, her face-mask muffling her voice somewhat.

'Where to indeed.' Birmingham frowned, looking about. Unlike before there was no convenient trail of blood, just a vast green in all directions, broken up only by the thick wood of the trees.

Ashigara broke the quiet. ''Do you think they went down to the coast? It's not that far, and if they got on the water they'd be safe from the monsters.''

''Possibly.'' Maya conceded with a frown. ''But if so, then they would've given us a signal of some kind.''

''Maybe they did, but just after we left?'' Ashigara floated the idea.

Birmingham frowned, however; her eyes scanning the grass in the opposite direction of the ocean. Now that she looked closer she could spot finer details she'd initially overlooked; the grass trudged down by monster footprints, partially hidden by the overgrowth. When she did a little loop around their area though she noticed a second trail, one that went towards the ocean.

''Two paths.'' Birmingham voiced her thoughts grimly. ''...this almost smells like a trap.''

''Doubtful.'' Maya weighed in, thumbing the handle of her katana idly. ''These monsters don't seem to have enough intelligence for that. Ambush? Yes. Luring in with footprints? That's too advanced for them.''

Birmingham had to agree with that. Though some of the monsters that had attacked them showed intelligence, it was of the more bestial kind. Encirclement, probing attacks, wave attacks, that sort of thing. Primitive and basic but effective in some sense; if they kept it up for long enough they'd eventually run out of ammo, not that the monsters could know that. Still, something like luring stragglers away from the main fleet felt a bit too above their intelligence level.

''Should we split up then?'' Birmingham murmured. ''The whole reason Impero sent us together was for you to support us...''

''True.'' Maya sighed. ''Still, I'd rather not have to backtrack and look in two places at once, especially when their lives on the line. Every second we spend here is another that could be their last.''

A grimace marred Birmingham's visage and she nodded. ''Fine. You go check the one nearer the coast, we'll go further inland. Ripple fire into the sky if you find them, we'll meet back up here, or fall back into the basin if attacked.''

''Sounds good to me. Good luck.'' Maya turned and fast-walked down the other faint path. ''Ashigara, let's go. You take the lead.''

''R-Right!''

Birmingham watched the Heavy Cruiser go, almost wanting to go back on her word and stick with them – but she quashed such feelings. Time was of the essence here – what did safety matter if they only found Hanazuki and Miyuki's remains? Nodding at that she spared a sharp look at Boise, earning a shaky nod from her peer, before as one they fast-walked towards the deeper parts of the forest.

'Please be safe, you two...'

X-x-X

Boise wasn't sure how long they'd been walking. Five, ten, fifteen minutes?

The forest around them grew slightly thicker but otherwise it remained identical to the section of forest before it. From time to time they'd pass near a river but monsters seemed to lurk near it, either for a drink or drawn in by the sound, she didn't know. Regardless they kept their distance and sneaked around what monsters they could, both to avoid detection and to save ammo.

Just as Boise was beginning to worry that their search was fruitless, though, they discovered something new – a burrow. That in itself wasn't the weirdest thing – the monsters probably had to sleep somewhere – but what was notable was that a Lizardman crawled out of the depression in the ground and skittered off into the forest, no doubt to look for more prey. The pair of them stayed still in a bush, not a breath escaping them until the yellow-scaled Lizardman was long out-of-sight, allowing the pair to breathe freely.

''S-Should we check it out...?'' Boise tentatively asked. The idea of going into a burrow was a highly unsettling one, especially if the monsters came back, but after searching for so long this was the most likely place for Miyuki and Hanazuki to have been taken to.

Birmingham grimaced, then nodded. Quiet as she could she crept out from their hiding spot and crouched low as she crossed the tiny clearing. The burrow was just next to a tree; the thick roots spreading out in all directions and with some foliage hanging over it like camouflage, doing little to hide the depression in the dirt that went down like a slide. It was about as slippery as one too; her footwear struggling to get a firm grip on the dew-covered grass, forcing her to get down on her hands and knees and crawl down.

Darkness quickly engulfed her as she passed under the hanging roots, only the dim gloom of the sky outside to light her way. As her eyes adjusted though she was surprised to see this was not some tiny dirt burrow fit for a single, but an entire, expansive room that networked into others. Shy of about six feet high and probably about eight or nine feet wide in diameter it was unsettlingly spacious, though then again considering the size of the Lizardmen she supposed they'd need a bigger burrow than a traditional lizard.

However she could hear something. A distant noise, faint but repetitive. Breathing? No, it was sharper than that. Wheezing. Wounded? Maybe.

Grimacing Birmingham rose to her feet, waiting for Boise to join her before she began to trek towards the leftmost tunnel. It was painfully narrow, forcing her to de-summon her rigging just to fit through, not that her rigging would do her any good underground. She'd sooner bury herself alive than kill anything outright. The thought sent a chill up her spine but she tried to ignore how defenceless she was right now – she'd been in situations like this. Situations where firepower wasn't enough, so stealth wasn't just an option, but a necessity.

The tunnel grew slightly narrower, eventually tapering off but with dirt piles around the floor, as if it was still being excavated. However Birmingham's main focus was on the suspicious sound, her footsteps slowing and growing quieter as she neared the edge of a doorway; the arch having nothing to hide her as she poked her head around-

-and found Hanazuki and Miyuki.

Naked.

With Lizardmen on top of them.

The sight made her freeze up, shocked silent. For a long moment she just stood there and watched as the two lizards mating-pressed the naked Destroyers into the dirt; harsh smacks of flesh mixed with their animalistic grunts. However while Miyuki was worryingly silent, unconscious, Hanazuki was not – soft, defeated whimpers escaping her every time the Lizardman pressed its cock down into her depths, squelching its fluid out of her but not pushing any of its eggs out.

Birmingham got over her shock quickly though, anger soon to take root. Was it because these monsters all seemed to be male, was that why they'd taken two Ship-Girls and... bred them? To repopulate their numbers? The prospect was worryingly high but Birmingham soon crushed such thoughts; silently walking out into the small, enclosed space, one just big enough for her rigging to manifest.

She wouldn't be able to shoot it, but that didn't mean she was defenceless. Far from it.

Rearing her right hip back she tensed – and then just as the leftmost Lizardman raised its head she swung, smashing the side of her rigging into its head. Its skull dented inwards and the creature fell to one side, thrashing, but she wasn't looking at it anymore; her eyes darting to the right Lizardman. It noticed her and had the benefit of her being a foot or two away, pulling its glistening cock from Miyuki's abused folds as it stood.

Then Birmingham was in front of it, punching it straight in the throat. The humanoid staggered and clasped as its throat, gargling in surprise, but its moment of surprise was enough for her to smash her rigging into it and knock it down. It was dazed but far from dead, forcing her to stomp down on its head – gritting her teeth as she put every ounce of strength into it.

Thud-!

Thud-!

Thud-!

'Die dammit!' She could hear the other Lizardman, injured but alive, rising back to its feet.

Finally one more brutal stomp crushed the creature's skull in properly. She felt sick as blood and viscera spurted up her shin but anger and fear was a good deterrent; keeping her last meal down as she spun – just in time too, as the other Lizardman staggered over to her, claws out and a snarl on its dented face, bone poking out from between uprooted scales.

Until Boise stepped in, squeaking as she rammed into its side. It hit its head on the dirt wall and fell between Miyuki and Hanazuki, snarling and shifting, but a solid kick to its skull from Birmingham made a disgusting crack sound, and its head went limp, Broken skull, snapped neck, she neither knew nor cared. All that mattered was that it was dead.

Birmingham released a heavy breath. ''Thanks.''

''I-It's fine.'' Boise answered but sounded shaken. Birmingham didn't blame her – whether because of her own actions or the sight of Hanazuki and Miyuki, this was just... just a mess.

She squirmed as she felt blood dribble down into her shoe. 'Don't think about it, get these two out and signal Maya. Move.'

Her own orders helped motivate her and she hurried over to Hanazuki, leaving the unconscious Miyuki to Boise. When she knelt by the pink-haired fox-girl she winced at the array of still-bleeding cuts marring her body, be it on her medium-sized breasts, along her stomach and sides or even on her hips and thighs; the creature's claws clearly having held her many a times. She pointedly ignored looking at the overflowing whiteness leaking out of the Destroyer's pussy too, instead taking her cape off and draping it over Hanazuki.

''We'll get you out.'' Birmingham said shortly as she tied the cape.

Hanazuki tried to say something but was too overcome by emotion – relief, fear, anxiety and shame, all of it twisting into a sobbing mess that tugged on Birmingham's heartstrings.

Alas just as she scooped the fox-girl up she heard it – movement, outside the burrow. The sound made her nearly curse and she hurriedly evaluated her options. Only one way in or out, using her guns would likely bury them alive – and for all Ship-Girls were lauded for their strength they still needed to breathe – whilst the Lizardmen had no such issues; equipped with claws that were well-suited to cramped spaces like these. And with them carrying Hanazuki and Miyuki they wouldn't be able to fight beyond maybe a kick at best, and she hardly doubted that'd be enough to do anything but baffle a Lizardman.

She drew in a breath and hissed through her teeth, pulling Hanazuki close to her chest. If they were going to escape they couldn't find – and couldn't hide either. No, they needed to run. To brute force their way through. No riggings, no weapons. Just sheer momentum to blitz past them.

''Boise.'' Birmingham whispered, watching as the bustier cruiser gently cradled Miyuki. ''When I leave this room we run. Don't stop to fight, don't try and help me if I fall, just charge straight past anything in your way until we get to the surface. We can't fight them down here.''

Boise gave her a worried look and she felt Hanazuki clutch at her, but when the bustier woman hesitantly nodded Birmingham moved – fast-walking into the hallway and darting down the corridor, building speed as she gave up stealth and just charged. The noise attracted attention and she heard skittering-

-and then a Lizardman was there, leaping from its hiding spot with a snarl. It didn't get the chance to grab her before Birmingham ran bodily into it, Hanazuki crying out in fear as she was squished between them – before her momentum knocked the monster onto its back. Birmingham didn't stop to attack it though and kept running, reaching the slope out and running up it-

But she'd forgotten. It was slippery, uneven. Boots wouldn't grip easily, especially going up.

So when her boots slipped out from under her Birmingham couldn't deny the jolt of fear that shot up her spine, losing her grip momentarily until she grabbed at the uneven mass of dirt and grass, nearly dropping Hanazuki had the Destroyer not been holding onto her so tightly. Using her newfound handhold she propelled herself up further, hearing Boise behind her-

''Hwah?!''

When Boise screamed in fear. Birmingham jerked her head to one side, looking back, and very nearly cursed as she saw Boise be dragged back by her shin – the Lizardman she'd left behind already recovered. Instantly her plan was in tatters; if she kept going she was leaving Boise and Miyuki to their fate, and if she stayed she'd likely be blocked off-

Too late; another Lizardman at the top of the slope lunging down at her. Birmingham had no choice but to fall back, throwing Hanazuki to one side and hearing the fox-girl land with a pained yelp, but she ignored that for now – her attention fully on the monster lunging down at her, landing just shy of her thanks to her momentum throwing her back. However by the time she stood it was there, throwing itself at her faster than she could summon her rigging and snatching her wrists, pinning her down.

Panic rose up within her, memories of what happened to Hanazuki and Miyuki mere minutes ago flashing through her mind. With force she kicked her legs out, hitting the monster's stomach but the scales killed most of the force, its hissing snarl sending a chill up her spine – and a pained cry fled her lips when it tightened its hold, threatening to crush her wrists with its strength.

Then it suddenly shifted both her arms up, pinning them together with just one hand – freeing its other and allowing it to rake its claws down her front. Cloth gave way frighteningly easily and soon her dress was in two parts, splitting open down the middle and laying bare her dark blue underwear, the thought heating her cheeks up. However that same embarrassment turned into fear as she saw the Lizardman's cock swell between its leg, long and thick, prompting her to try and kick it in the groin – but the creature had enough sense to block such attacks, ripping her panties off at the same time.

'No...' Birmingham felt dizzy as her nether regions were exposed to the damp, musky air, her struggles becoming even more vicious as the monster leaned over her, the tip of its dick rubbing against her folds.

Rubbing, not penetration. Teasing her. Taunting her.

Birmingham gritted her teeth, her breathing short and fast as the bulbous tip of its shaft rubbed against her pussy lips, went high and rubbed up her groin before coming back down again. Her struggles did little to stop it but it gave her some minor amount of confidence, of control; her legs closing as much as she could with it between them, hips lifting and falling as she kept it away from her private parts as best she-

The tip teased her opening – and Birmingham screamed as it suddenly went in. It felt thicker than she expected, parting her virginal walls and hilting inside her in a single, harsh thrust, knocking the air out of her. The pain came a second later but she barely had a moment to soak it in before the monster yanked its cock halfway out only to slam right back into her deflowered pussy, forcing a shout of pain out of Birmingham.

She struggled once more, kicking and twisting and flailing, but the Lizardman just snarled in her face and kept moving, roughly burying itself into her. It didn't care that her legs flailed on either side of its hips, that her hips lifted and fell unevenly in some attempt to make its dick slip out – it just kept pressing its body down against hers and mated with her, thrusting its thick girth into her and making Birmingham cry out in pain.

''Gh! Mnph-!'' Biting her tongue until it bled Birmingham threw her head from side to side, enduring the stabbing pain in her loins – the deep, repeated impacts to her cervix as the Lizardman had its way with her.

As it defiled her.

She tried to push it out, to ignore it as best she could. Even when the Lizardman hissed and snarled in her ear Birmingham didn't give it the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, her teeth on her tongue as she took the pounding – its meaty cock spearing between her despoiled petals and hilting in her innermost parts, sending jolts right up her stomach and banging her head on the dirt, but she didn't react. She just laid there and took it like the good little broodmare it wanted her to be, waiting for an opening, a chance to knock its lights out and get help.

She felt it throb inside of her quickly, its shaft swelling against her sore insides and its tip kissing her depths, the realisation hitting – and no sooner had it before the Lizardman snarled and impregnated her. A flood of warm fluid poured into her depths, thick and sticky like semen but lacking sperm. In their place though she felt many tiny eggs push up into her womb, nestling against her depths in a torrent, nearly making her sick as she realised she'd been claimed, just like the others.

Even if she escaped this hole, the monster's seed would remain within her, making her its unwilling mother for its brood.

Birmingham was torn from her thoughts though her wrists were released – and no sooner had they been freed did a meaty hand grab her hair, yanking her upright. The cruiser cried out in pain but it gave her some weird clarity, feeling more than seeing space behind her. Her opening. She called upon her rigging and it manifested, finally having the space, her guns trained and ready to fire-

But she never saw the Lizardman behind her. The moment it spotted her rigging it attacked with vigour, seething out a wet breath as it raked its claws through her turrets, instantly incapacitating them. Birmingham flinched and tried to fire but her guns wouldn't operate – and to her despair they were reduced to metal scraps within seconds, literally ripped off of her. The only reason she wasn't pulled back with them was the iron grip on her hair, and the dick she was still impaled upon.

As if to remind her of that the Lizardman holding her sneered in her face, shifting both hands to her hips and holding tight... and Birmingham froze as she felt a second cock poke her ass.

And then she screamed as the other Lizardman eagerly buried its cock in her ass – up until a third, sneering Lizardman came up to her left, shoving its cock in her mouth and pulling her hair, forcing it to pleasure it as its kin began to fucked her other holes, using her not solely for breeding, but also their own animalistic pleasure.

Her fate, forever, sealed.

X-x-X

Boise was just climbing the slope, her pace fast, when she felt the clawed hand curl around her ankle.

Then suddenly she was yanked back down, Miyuki tumbling from her grip as she instinctively reached to grab onto something. Nothing was to be found, however, and soon she found herself thrown to the dirty ground – the Lizardman on top if her. Boise flinched back, crawling back, but the monster just grabbed her left thigh and forcefully lifted it up – its other hand going up her dress and grabbing her crotch.

Before with the harsh tear of cloth it ripped her panties off. Her heart skipped a beat – but unlike Birmingham she didn't have the fight, the fire, to keep moving. She froze up completely, paralysed with realisation and terror as the Lizardman got on top of her, and only when she felt something rub against her vagina did she snap out of it and begin to move-

''Agh!''

Then it was inside of her. Thick and solid it pushed apart her virgin insides, the pain sharp and intense enough to nearly make her black out for a split-second – her mind purged of all thought as the monster cock slammed into her, deflowering her. The shock lasted for just a few seconds though; banished the moment the monster dug its nails into her raised right thigh and began to fuck her properly; short, eager pumps burying it into her pussy.

''A-Ah! N-No, stop- mn!''

Her face mask muted her voice somewhat and gave it an echoing quality, making her pained cries all the more haunting as the monster pistoned itself into her, its flesh smacking against her own repeatedly and harshly. Through the tears in her eyes she spied multiple more Lizardmen returning, either drawn in by the sounds or the attack on their home, and to her despair a terrified Hanazuki was shoved up against the wall, her limbs flailing as he pleaded – before a thick, girthy cock forced itself into her defiled pussy, making her wail as the monster eagerly began to mate with her. Miyuki too wasn't spared, the unconscious girl rolled onto her front before the Lizardman began to mate with her prone-bone; smacking her small rear with every harsh thrust.

Boise was brought back to her own predicament though as another Lizardman knelt by her face. Its large clawed hand grabbed her mask without warning and pulled hard, lifting her head with it, prompting her to reflexively pull back... until with a harsh snap her mask's straps broke, causing it to fly off and to the side. Boise opened her mouth to cry out but before she could do that something touched her lips – and then something thick shoved itself into her mouth. Boise's eyes bulged and she cried out in alarm, the noise muted as the two Lizardmen eagerly began to spitroasted her on her side, their scales smacking against her flesh and filling the quaint burrow. Her thigh began to bleed from how harshly the monster gripped it but the pain was nothing compared to the ache in her loins, its dick slamming up against her cervix relentlessly.

''Mmph~! Mrph!'' Boise frantically flailed her hands about, trying to grab and push, desperation hastening her motions but hampering her aim.

Until eventually the Lizardman defiling her mouth just grabbed her wrists and held them down, snarling as it slammed between her lips, hurting her teeth and thrusting down her gullet, choking her. Her raspy, spluttering breaths did little to deter the overgrown lizard from face-fucking her though, bruising her nose with every harsh impact and sending stars flashing behind her eyes; not helped by the thick shaft plunging up into her womanhood.

Suddenly her left wrist was freed – the reason becoming evident as the newfound claw raked at her chest, ripping the cloth apart and revealing her large, squishy tits to the monsters. Boise barely had the time to feel self-conscious before her right tit was grabbed and squeezed harshly, forcing a muffled cry out of the cruiser as her tit was manhandled, her head shaking as best she could with a dick going down her throat.

Then suddenly she was forced onto her back completely, the Lizardman coming with her as it straddled her collarbone and grabbed her head with both hands, hissing in delight as it forced its meaty cock down her throat. Boise's eyes watered but she could do nothing but take it, her eyes soon screwing shut just so she didn't have to look at the monster's groin – acutely feeling its balls hitting her chin over and over again. The other Lizardman between her legs didn't relent either, its girth parting her abused folds and raking her tender insides with every pounding thrust, its cock smooth but uncomfortably girthy, stretching her virginal sex out with every thrust.

''Mn! Mmph! H-Hn-!''

Then suddenly the one between her legs hissed; and then came. Boise spasmed as she felt jets of warmth pour up into her womb, the foreign sensation terrifying – made all the more so as she felt numerous eggs pour into her baby chamber. The one mounted on her face though kept going, snarling and hissing as it face-fucked her, seeming to slow down even just to endure it.

The reason why though became evident as the Lizardman between her legs pulled out – and the one on top of her pulled its dick out of her mouth, got between her legs, and then plunged inside. Its clawed hands grabbed her hips and it savagely pounded her, fucking cries of pain out of Boise but no resistance beyond that – lacking the strength to. The will to.

And so when the Lizardman soon emptied its balls inside of her, hissing with primal satisfaction as it laid its eggs inside of her defenceless womb, Boise could only lay there, defeated and exhausted by the ordeal, her pussy sore and overflowing with white fluid.

The breeding process, continuing on.

[END]

Chapter Text

It was a long, silent walk down towards the coast.

Maya didn't speak and Ashigara didn't try to break the quiet, too on-edge to really. The forest around them was vast and the noise carried far and wide, and as a result every snapped twig, broken branch or distant shellfire echoed, making Ashigara flinch and turn to face it. She tried to quell the restless anxiety beneath her skin but knew that it was better to be safe than sorry.

Especially with what had happened only a short while ago, just before Impero had sent them off looking for their missing comrades. One of the Destroyers near the back of the fleet had been grabbed by a lizard-like monster and disarmed, but rather than have her throat ripped out or her organs feasted upon, the monster ripped her clothes off and raped her. Right then and there, even though her comrades were only a dozen or so feet away and a battle was raging. Or perhaps it was because of that battle it chose that moment to defile her, seeding the poor Destroyer and forcing the fleet to stop so that some of them could take her back to the ocean fleet.

The attack had been a revelation for them. How the monsters attacked them, yes, but also seemed intent on going for their riggings first and foremost – to disarm them, leaving them vulnerable. It was an almost instinctive aim, as if they were drawn to it, but none present could confirm if that was true or if the creatures had just identified their riggings as the biggest threat. Was it self-preservation guiding the monsters, or a more malicious desire to subdue them first, then claim them as mates second?

The thought sent a shudder through Ashigara. 'Ugh... at least with Maya here, that won't happen...'

She stopped next to a tree she was just passing... and knocked on it a couple times. 'Knock on wood, as they say...'

Shaking her head to dispel the thought Ashigara hurried after the taller Heavy Cruiser. ''S-So, um, see anything?''

''No.'' Maya's response was curt, but not out of disdain, just concentration. ''The tracks though seem to be getting older and- ah.''

Maya stopped suddenly, prompting Ashigara to peek around her... and to her bafflement she saw a small clearing just ahead of her. And within that clearing was a dead, disembowelled Gremlin.

''Gross.'' Ashigara grimaced, keeping one hand on her sheathed sword as she approached. ''I'm guessing Hanazuki and Miyuki didn't do this.''

''Clearly.'' Maya nodded, suspicious. ''Monsters turning on monsters. But why leave it half-eaten? Perhaps Hanazuki and Miyuki stumbled upon them, or-''

She cut herself off, however. Ashigara blinked and looked over at her taller companion, opening her mouth – when Maya raised a hand, telling her to be silent. A spike of unease shot through her then and Ashigara strained her hearing, her wolf ears twitching atop her head as she tried to pry the noise apart – muting littler sounds like distant shellfire and roars, and focusing more on the soft sounds. The crunching of twigs, the rustling of bushes in the winds.

The wet breaths of beasts lurking in the undergrowth.

''Front!'' Maya barked, raising her cannons.

Not a second later a trio of beasts burst through the foliage; Beastmen, each of the humanoid animals bearing a different motif, a different head. They didn't get more than a foot from the foliage before Maya unloaded a full salvo into them, blasting out a gout of acrid smoke in all directions – but the white-haired warrior was already moving, dashing forth and slashing out horizontally with her katana.

Her blade cut cleanly through the smoke and dispersed it, revealing one dead Beastman and two injured ones, the high-calibre shells dealing significant damage to their fur-covered bodies. The leftmost one with a jaguar head didn't get a chance to react before Maya slashed it across the neck, nearly beheading it and sending it to the ground with a strangled yelp, whilst the rightmost one was able to dodge back. It only bought it a second, however, before Maya closed the distance and stabbed it through the gut, a vertical tug nearly bisecting the creature.

'So cool...' Ashigara stared in awe.

Maya glanced back at her then, eyes sharp. ''Five o'clock!''

Training kicked in and Ashigara reacted almost on instinct, drawing her blade and turning left – just in time to block a grab from a larger cheetah-like Beastman. It yowled as it retracted its hand, her blade having cut into its palm, but without missing a beat Ashigara opened fire and blasted it to smithereens, nearly all of her shells finding their mark.

However it proved just to be the beginning. More Beastmen charged into the clearing from the surrounding areas, snarling and they ran on all fours or on their hind legs. Ashigara backed up, reloading her guns just in time to blast one to hell and slashed across the chest of another – but then one of them grabbed her by the front of her shirt. A harsh pull sent her stumbling forth and her shirt came apart easily, her face growing red as she was left with only ragged blue tatters to cover her collarbone, her bra still in place but leaving much more skin on display than she'd prefer.

''Focus!'' She heard Maya bark, a quick glance over her shoulders revealing her comrade was holding her own despite being vastly outnumbered.

The sight hardened her resolve and Ashigara focused on her opponents, releasing a valiant war-cry as she lunged at a lion Beastman, but it back-stepped and evaded her downwards slash. She tried to back up but it surprisingly grabbed her sword by the hilt, its meaty hand over hers – before it grabbed her by the neck with its other hand. Its fingers were thick and barely had gaps between them, closer to dexterous paws than a true hand, and the next thing she knew she was yanked off of her feet and thrown down onto the dirt.

''Mn-!'' Ashigara grunted and quickly tried to get up – only for the lion Beastman to grab her rigging not by the turrets, but by the rearmost section and pulled.

Metal groaned, squeaked, and before she could get back to her feet the shockingly-strong monster ripped her rigging right off of her. Ashigara scrambled to get out from under it, getting on her side – but then a meaty hand grabbed her shin and forced her onto her back. Panic leapt up her throat and she stared up at the lion over her, the Beastman sneering almost and chilling her blood with it, but with some smidgen of determination she twisted her katana around, pointed it up-

-and it was summarily slapped from her hands; the lion Beastman's claws cutting her hands in the process. Ashigara cried out in pain and tried to get away but it forced itself on top of her, its mane tickling her face as her head becoming light as she felt its claws rake down her groin – ripping apart both her skirt and her panties, leaving nothing to hide her smooth, puffy lips from the beast. From her spot under it she could see the thick red cock protruding from its fur, the tip rubbing against her nether lips even as she struggled.

''M-May- AGH!''

Her plea devolved into a scream of pain as the Beastman suddenly penetrated her, claiming her as its mate. It felt thick but tapered to a point, pushing itself between her virginal walls and swiftly hilting against her cervix, stuffing her pussy to the brim on the first thrust. The pain hit a second later, a fresh wave of agony spasming through her groin as she felt the beast's thick member throb within her, her virginal blood clinging to its shaft as it started to pull out.

And then slammed right back in. Ashigara shrieked, throwing her head back, but the Beastman just kept slamming itself forth – slow, forceful motions that felt like a punch up into her stomach, her loins on fire as the monster roughly sheathed itself within her. She tried to squirm and struggle but the slightest movement just made the pain worse, leaving her able to only lay there and hope for it to be over, for Maya to come to her rescue.

No such help was coming, however.

A low growl escaped the lion Beastman, the sound rumbling up from the back of its throat and leaving Ashigara quivering, her breathing harsh. Her breathing halted altogether as the monster put a single claw on her breastbone; dragging it down slowly until it cut through the front of her bra, revealing her medium-sized boobs to the beast, jiggling faintly as it rutted into her. Ashigara didn't even try to stop it; she just laid there and stayed as still as she could, whimpering as she was bred by the monster.

'Please just make it stop, p-please, someone...!' Ashigara cried out in her mind, a jolt shocking through her body as something tickled her walls. 'W-Wait, what's that...?!'

She got her answer as countless spines rose up from the Beastman's cock; thin as a fibre but scratching at her inner walls as it moved. Vaguely she remembered that cats had spines on their dicks to trigger ovulation in their mates – and with that thought came the realisation that it was trying to do the same to her. Whether it was working or not she didn't know. All she knew was that having them scratch her insides hurt.

''A-Ah! Nn- ah! S-Sto- hya!''

The Beastman slammed into her rougher. Snarling in her face it kept her pinned down with a paw to her chest, making it hard to breath as the monster slammed between her petals again and again, shoving itself up against her cervix and scratching the insides of her vagina with its spines, sending jolts running through her loins. Pain, a smidgen of unwanted pleasure, nauseating sensation – all of it swirled together and left Ashigara clutching onto the grass with tears in her eyes, enduring the monster's relentless pounding, its cock swelling within her abused cunt-

Until with a sudden, deafening roar the lion Beastman orgasmed inside of her. Thick, virile gushes of semen poured into her defenceless womb, rope after rope of it pouring into her vulnerable womb. She convulsed at the feeling, the load so thick and plentiful she could feel the sticky warmth be forced into her – her attempts at escaping futile, her fate as its mate sealed.

''A-Ahh, no...''

The Beastman just hissed in low, primal delight.

X-x-X

Maya was used to be outnumbered.

Be it by enemy planes she had to duck and dodge, Destroyers that tried to overwhelm her with sheer numbers of even enemy capital ships that could quite likely knock her out with one well-placed shot – she was no stranger to being the little guy that had to punch up.

However unlike fighting at sea, against these Beastmen she didn't have the luxury of distance and manoeuvrability. Quite the opposite. The clearing was the only real safe area, providing the lines-of-sight that the forest otherwise obstructed, and was relatively flat in contrast to the bumpy and root-riddled ground beyond it. Thus, she was practically forced to fight within the clearing, lest she put herself at a disadvantage.

That also meant fighting the onslaught of Beastmen with only a dozen or so feet to move about. Tricky, to put it mildly.

Grimacing Maya side-stepped a swipe and redirected a blow to her right. Her rigging was already in parts; still functional but now lacking the frontmost two turrets on her right-half, leaving her with just the other three. She used them as best she could, using them more as surprise attacks rather than her main method of defence – relying on her extensive swordsmanship instead. Which, somewhat ironically, worked better than her guns actually did.

Because the monsters were predictable. It was tricky to see at first but for a swordswoman like her, who relied on reading her enemies' movement and the tells their bodies betrayed, it was child's play. A tensing of muscle meant a right hook, a twist of the heel preluded a grab, a tensing of the stomach foretold of a lunge – each and every tell was read and countered, enabling her to slaughter over a dozen Beastmen with limited damage to herself, to the point she could tell the herd was thinning; that the light at the end of the tunnel was near.

But alas, she could only read what was in front of her.

And when Ashigara fell, her flanks were exposed.

Something Maya realised acutely as claws raked down her back. The pain was sharp but she held back her gasp. Gritting her teeth as she spun and slashed, cutting the Beastman behind her in two near enough – its dying howl faint as it collapsed/. However its attack had severed the segment of her rigging behind her, arguably its most vital point, and caused it to fall off of her body in two halves, now useless until she could get repairs done.

''Tch. Bastards!'' Maya spat out, sheathing her sword.

The Beastman in front of her – a wolverine? – saw this as a weakness and lunged. A mistake. With a quick iaido draw she beheaded the Beastman, but to her surprise another Beastman had been hiding behind the first. Pushing its beheaded comrade aside it closed the distance faster than she could counter and grabbed her wrists, shoving her to the ground. A kick between its legs made it snarl but it did succeed in loosening its grip, enough that she could twist her katana around and thrust up, stabbing it through the heart.

Kicking the creature off of her Maya rolled over and got one knee under herself, reaching out for her sword. Just as her fingers grazed the handle the corpse was kicked out of reach, however; her eyes darting back to find a tiger Beastman behind her – a Beastman that soon pressed its paw down on her head, forcing her down cheek-first into the dirt. Maya gritted her teeth and struggled, trying to twist this way and that, but the monster's hold was unyielding.

''Get off...!'' Maya snarled up at the monster, trying to kick a leg out without being forced flat on the grass.

The Beastman just snarled back; voice deep and befitting of a tiger. The humanoid beast slashed at her ass, paw hitting her cheek with enough force to bruise and its claws cutting her underwear, but Maya kept on struggling – her low, guttural curses and threats going unheeded as the monster forced itself behind her, her nether lips grazed by the tip of its dick-

-and a sharp shout was forced out of Maya as it slammed inside of her. It felt thick, painfully so; her insides stretched apart by its considerable girth and the air punched from her lungs. She gripped at the grass and pulled it out from the dirt, trying to ground herself; her eyes watering as the Beastman sheathed itself balls-deep in her. It stayed there for just a second though before yanking itself back out to her entrance, nearly slipping out even, only to bury its cock right back up to her cervix a split-second later.

''Fuck!'' Maya barked out a curse, forehead pressing into the dirt as the monster eagerly clapped her ass – its furry body colliding with her ass cheeks repeatedly. ''B-Bast- ghk-!''

The Beastman didn't even deign to reply to her curses, just grunting and snarling in primal delight as it mated with her – shoving its swollen cock deep inside of her. Though she wasn't a virgin having something so big inside of her made her feel like she was; every thrust sending jolts of pain through her loins and forcing tight, strained hisses out of Maya; the occasional curse fucked from her lips too when it rammed its girth into her so suddenly.

Then she felt something tingle within her; countless small barbs arising from its shaft, and a fresh slew of curses spilled from the cruiser's lips as its penis swelled with spines jutting out, raking her vaginal walls with every rough thrust. They hurt, like a hundred tiny scratches with every thrust, a couple even grazing her nether lips when it pulled back before it forced itself back into her defiled vagina, her ass-up position only enabling it to reach her deepest parts easier, rutting her like the beast it was.

And whether it was due to the beast's penile spines or her animalistic nature, but a small part of her enjoyed it.

The thought disgusted her. Revolted her. Made her want to throw up in her own mouth – but there was no denying the smidgen of satisfaction that appealed to her more bestial half, her animal ears twitching atop her head as she was rutted. Maya bit down on her tongue hard enough to draw blood, the pain grounding her, but she couldn't do anything to fight back – able to just lay there and be fucked like a bitch in heat, her insides squeezing the spiny cock plunging deep inside of her. The more she tightened up the more the spines dug and scraped across the insides of her vagina, the pain twisting into pleasure despite her frothing rage, her murderous will.

Her ass stung as the tiger Beastman's groin smacked against it, its fur dampening the sound somewhat but fleshy smacks still occasionally echoing out – the shameful sound burning itself into her mind. Maya hissed through her teeth and just blocked it out as best she could, saving her strength and waiting for an opportunity, ignoring how much the monster's cock swelled up inside of her abused pussy-

-and then with a deep, bestial snarl the Beastman slammed inside and came. She flinched as gushes of semen poured inside of her, its baby-batter infiltrating her womb and no doubt impregnating her, but she didn't struggle. She just stayed still and let it fill her up, trying not to squirm as its molten warmth filled every crevice of her insides, some of it even overflowing and dribbling down her groin in a slow, sticky trail.

Then after a long moment the Beastman began to pull out, she tensed-

When heavy footfalls suddenly became coherent to her.

They were slow but close; not quite thundering but no doubt heavy. Maya tensed in alarm and even more worryingly the Beastman did too... before it pulled out completely and backed off. It didn't run away, but just backed off. As if making way for a greater predator.

Sitting up as best she could Maya looked over her shoulder, her blood running cold as another Beastman stomped through the undergrowth. It was easily ten feet high, perhaps even as high as twelve, with a ripped musculature that put human bodybuilders to shame. Rather than bulging muscle though it possessed a more dense bulk; grey fur covering all aspects of its body with it denser around its wrists, shins and collar – leaving a face of a wolf atop its head. She almost mistook it for a Werewolf for a second but it was too large and its wolfish face was vaguely humanoid, in contrast to Werewolves that possessed a fully wolven head. Its claws were just as sharp as them though and it walked on its hind legs with a slow, methodical gait, looking down upon the other Beastmen that backed away submissively from their king.

From their Alpha.

The Alpha Beastman sniffed at the air before looking down at her. Its golden eyes kept her pinned, and despite some part of her mind screaming at her to rush and grab her sword, she couldn't move. Like its gaze held a magical quality she was just pinned in place. Was it fear? Terror? Or perhaps... primal instinct, telling her not to resist such a superior predator.

Maya gritted her teeth. 'Come on, now is your chance, move! Move!'

But her body wouldn't listen to her. All she could do was futilely shift backwards on her ass, trying to make some distance. Movement behind her made her glance and she found Ashigara laid on her back, cum spilling from her deflowered pussy and with scratches marring her pale skin, but still conscious – the Beastman that had been defiling her now also cowed back behind a tree, head low in submission.

Suddenly a pair of large hands grabbed her sides and Maya felt herself be picked up, lifted easily three feet off of the floor as she was carried... before she was dropped on top of Ashigara. The two cruisers grunted in surprise and looked at one another; terror in Ashigara's tearful eyes and alarm in Maya's own gold ones. An alarm that only grew as the giant Alpha Beastman knelt down behind them, tempting Maya to look over her shoulder.

To where two long, huge cocks protruded from its groin, poised to penetrate them both.

''...don't.'' Maya rasped out, finding some semblance of rebellion as she gritted the words out. ''Don't you fucking dare.''

The Alpha Beastman tilted its head, as if considering her request.

Then without warning she felt its tip touch her folds – and she screamed as it shoved itself inside of her. It was huge. Compared to the last Beastman it was massive, even; her pussy stretched open by its thick cock as it penetrated right up to her cervix on the very first thrust. Under her Ashigara shrieked too as the other cock forced itself into her abused vagina, both of them filled up by the massive cocks but not completely; no, there was still a couple more inches left.

A fact both learned as the Alpha Beastman began to buck its hips. Banging its tips against their cervix's, pressing and forcing. Maya clutched onto the grass and gritted her teeth, eyes wide as she endured the sharp, thunderous thrusts, a deep ache in her loins as the massive cock simultaneously stretched her out yet kept trying to go deeper.

'It won't fit, it won't fit, it won't-!'

Fresh pain, jagged and sharp, jolted through her groin as the massive cock penetrated her cervix at last – shaft slamming up into her womb. Maya let out a guttural scream and arched her back, mind briefly going white as she was penetrated so deeply – the sound joined by Ashigara's shrill shriek as she felt the other cock breach through her cervix, the throbbing tip stuffing her womb and leaving her writhing in pain under her comrade.

''S-STOP IT!'' Ashigara shrieked senselessly.

The Alpha Beastman didn't. With a low growl the monster kept a firm grip on Maya's hips, jerking its own forwards and slamming itself up into her womb, knocking the air out of her every time. Her prized poise was shattered each time its girth forced itself past her cervix and ruined her over and over again, stars exploding behind her eyes as she was wrecked by a cock so big it felt like she'd be split in two if this went on for any longer.

Ashigara didn't fare any better. Shrieking in agony the wolf-eared cruiser convulsed and thrashed in some desperate bit to escape, but trapped under Maya and with the monster's huge cock inside of her she could do nothing but lay there and take it – her insides churned up by the Alpha's swollen length. More than that, however, she felt a thick ring of flesh bump against her lower lips, the sensation almost muted by the dick currently making a mess of her insides.

When suddenly that ring of flesh pushed inside of her. The beast's knot.

Ashigara's mind went white as it entered her; plugging her entrance and stretching her insides with its thick ring of flesh. It was too big. It filled her up and tugged on her insides as the Alpha Beastman moved in-and-out of her pussy, its knot too swollen to be taken out now and its shaft swelling within her, further stretching her cervix out as the tip battered her womb. Above her Maya bellowed in pain, head bowing only to jerk back a second later; spasms jumping through her muscles as the massive knot was forced inside of her, ruining her pussy with every pounding thrust.

Yet still the Alpha Beastman kept rutting them like it was trying to fit even more of its dicks inside; to penetrate even their wombs just so it could sheathe itself entirely within them. As a result every buck of its hips battered their wombs with its cocks, jerking Maya forwards but with the knot inside of her she couldn't escape – kept pinned down on top of Ashigara as they were railed relentlessly, the cocks within them swelling in size.

And then with a deafening howl, the Alpha slammed inside of them as deep as it could do – unleashing a torrent of thick, virile seed that flooded their wombs and overflowed just as quickly, but with its knots sealing them there was nowhere for the cum to go, bloating their wombs with the sheer amount of thick white fluid, assuring that they would both carry a full litter of bestial pups.

Ashigara couldn't take it; knocked out cold by the shock of it all and leaving Maya laid atop her, panting and gasping for air, her expression contorted into a pained grimace.

''D-Damn... it...''

Alas the breeding was far from done, and with a low, primal growl the Alpha Beastman picked both of them up in its large paws; sandwiching them together as it continued using them to its heart's content.

Whether they'd end up surviving or not depended on if they could hold all of its seed, or burst like a popped balloon.

[END]

Chapter Text

Deep within the swamp, a certain duo had broken away from the main fleet of their own volition – excusing it as forming a better perimeter, but with their true intentions being anything but that.

'Heehee, we almost sound like spies~'

Jade's mirthful thoughts went unanswered, not that she was expecting any response. With an easygoing smile on her lips the silver-haired carrier waltzed through the swamp with little difficulty, side-stepping anything that looked too suspicious and crossing only islands that had a good amount of land on them, enabling her to avoid the muddy swamp-water that plagued most of the terrain.

Otto von Alvensleben followed just a few feet behind her, seeming much more nervous as she peeked back at the forestry behind them, as if expecting a monster to lunge out from behind a tree or skitter across the peat. Not that the Destroyer would admit it of course, and the second she felt Jade's eyes on her she feigned confidence, huffing and turning her nose up at the swamp... only to quickly cover it when she got a nasty whiff of the fumes permeating the swamp.

''Don't look so scared~'' Jade sang teasingly. ''I heard the monsters can smell fear.''

''T-They can?!'' Otto squeaked back.

''Yup. So you better stop being scared or you'll attract the whole island here~''

Her words did little to ail Otto of her fear – quite the contrary – but Jade just tittered mirthfully and kept looking around, searching. She soon found something interesting though; a strange collection of plants that grew out of a tree and in the boggy ground around it, tempting her over.

With nimble fingers she reached into her bag and withdrew a test tube, her other hand procuring a pair of tweezers from it too. That was the true purpose of their little expedition – Ironblood high command wanted some samples of the mysterious fauna on this island, and since they couldn't discreetly steal a corpse or two they had to settle for less grand things, like plants and bits of matter. Nothing that'd get them a medal, but she supposed the brainiacs back home would make use of it nonetheless, so it was worth gathering.

''Come on, help me out Otto~'' Jade called out languidly. ''We'll hear any monster before they grab us anyway~''

Otto seemed reluctant to join, not least thanks to her words, but with a grumble that failed to hide her anxiety the Destroyer complied; kneeling down by her side and taking out her own set of tools. Together they meticulously took samples without prodding the flowers too much – pinching off bits of what looked like pollen, taking leaves, roots, everything shy of ripping the flowers out themselves. All the resulting items gained were deposited into the test tubes and sealed tight, the glass freshly-cleaned and allowing the samples within to be seen.

''I kind of wanna try catch one of the tiny bugs we saw earlier, but since I'm storing these in my bag... yeah, no.'' Jade drawled. ''I don't want it escaping and going up my dress.''

Otto cracked a smile at that and was about to speak – when Jade raised a hand, cutting her off. A moment later Otto understood why; picking up a noise from just a few islands away, prompting the Destroyer to shift over further right-

-and found, over on another island, the familiar forms of Sheffield, Charybdis and Hermione busy taking samples too.

''Oho, what do we have here?'' Jade cooed under her breath, quiet enough that she didn't alert the maids. ''Seems like their command wants samples too, huh?''

''Yeah.'' Otto muttered, mindful to keep her movements slow – anything too fast would catch their notice. As it stood though, with an array of vines and such in the way, the two Ironblood girls were mostly hidden so long as they didn't make any sudden movements.

Jade leaned in then. ''Let's move further away. Don't need them knowing we're doing the same thing after all.''

''Should we stop them?'' Otto queried.

The carrier shook her head in return. ''Don't bother. The fact we found out they're also collecting samples is good enough intel as it is. Maybe this'll even get us a bonus, heehee~''

Otto nodded, putting away her vials and tweezers as Jade did the same, the two Ironblood girls sneaking away unseen by their allies – discreetly doing a wider loop away from them so they didn't accidentally run into them on their way back. Unbeknownst to them though the islands grew sparser the further out they went; shrinking in size as they neared the centre of the swamp until they were little more than patches here and there.

Jade was the first to notice the shrinking island size but didn't give it a second thought, brushing off the odd topography as just the island being weird. Further distracting her though was the sight of an odd-looking flower on one of the bigger islands, tempting her to hop over the small interjecting rivers with Otto hot on her heels; the two Ironblood Ship-Girls arriving before the flower within the minute. It took out thanks to its girth, easily a couple feet in diameter and with a bright, hypnotic colouration on its petals, the fuzzy yellow centre pulsing and throbbing every other second.

''Ooh, now isn't this an ideal specimen~'' Jade crooned, approaching. ''Here, take my camera. Snap a couple of photos will you?''

Catching the camera just-barely Otto stammered out an agreement, hurriedly looking around before snapping several photographs of the odd plant. It pulsed as if in response to the click of the shutter but otherwise didn't react, not even when Jade neared it-

-but when she stuck her hand within, the flower tensed.

Instincts kicked in and Jade leapt back – just in time too as yellowish pollen erupted up and out of the plant, soaring up high before slowly falling back down like snowflakes drifting down from on high. The two Ironblood girls wisely backed away from the pollen, suspicious and on-guard – lowering that guard when it became apparent the plant wasn't going to do anything else, returning to its previous pulsating state.

''...phew, that was close.'' Jade remarked as she straightened up, smiling once more. ''Heehee, maybe if it caught us in that we'd be turned into plants ourselves~''

''O-Oi, don't joke about that...'' Otto shivered at the idea.

Jade just giggled and teased the Destroyer some more, both so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't hear a distant buzzing sound. When the sound grew closer though they did; a jolt shooting through Jade as she whipped her head about, searching for the source of the noise. The nature of the swamp though made it sound like it came from every direction; a barrage of noise with no real source.

''Rigging on.'' Jade remarked with narrowed eyes. ''Something's coming.''

At her mental whim her rigging spawned behind her in a flash of light; the long but flat shark-like entity shifting on its low legs. Beside it Otto summoned her own rigging, specifically the larger shark-like half that held her main cannon – the creature releasing a steam-like hiss, but stuck on all fours without any water to support its bulky frame as it was, its mobility was limited. The one main drawback to Ironblood rigging; though strong, they were meant for use on the open sea, not on land due to their weight.

However it'd have to do. Thus the pair stood, listening intently as they tried to decipher which direction the buzzing sound was coming from, the noise blurring all around them and rapidly growing in volume until it sounded like a wasp in their ears... and as that thought struck, Jade spied several dark shadows zooming towards them, and realised an error in her judgement.

The swamp wasn't confusing their senses.

It was just that the buzzing was coming from all directions.

As that thought hit a swarm of giant Botflies flew in from all directions, swerving past twisted trees and skimming the water as they rushed straight for them – lured in by the scent of the pollen. The sight of the giant insects, each easily as big as their torsos if not slightly moreso, struck fear into the two Ironblood girls, paralysing them for a moment. A moment that allowed the insects to rapidly close the distance, when the pair finally snapped out of it and opened fire.

BOOM!

The loud explosion of propellant echoed through the swamp as Otto's rigging fired; its sole cannon barrel smoking before lobbing another shell out across the swamp. Though its accuracy wasn't the greatest the blast radius of each shell was enough to knock out two Botflies apiece, its turret turning to follow the mindless insects and blasting them with greater and greater accuracy. However there was so many of them, making up for their relative fragility with their sheer numbers.

Jade's rigging aided with their defence as well, its sole secondary gun blasting every few seconds whilst the handful of miniature anti-air guns spewed out a steady stream of glowing gold shells, taking several seconds of concentrated fire to down each Botfly... but it just wasn't enough. The horde was barely slowed and through sheer force of number they rushed in from every direction, getting within melee range-

-and then Jade's rigging lurched up, snatching one between its jaws and crushing it with a disgusting wet squelch. Otto's own rigging snapped up one as well, ripping black hairy flesh apart to reveal the yellowish insides of the insect, tossing the dying creature aside. But even with their ferocious offence the two riggings could only attack so fast, target so many – unlike their owners who were virtually defenceless.

''Ah-!'' Jade cried out as one of the giant Botflies rammed right into her, sending her onto her back. ''H-Hey-!''

It landed on her, big compound eyes near her face and making her flinch back – only to jerk in shock when something stabbed her in her shoulder. Her icy-blue eyes darted down to her left, bewildered to find what looked like a needle in it... only to watch as that needle zipped back into the Botfly's 'mouth'. She tried not to look at it, the mere sight of the giant insect making her want to throw up. Before the overgrown insect could do anything more though her rigging came to her aid, swiping the insect aside with its tail and releasing a harsh, grating shriek, ignoring the multiple Botflies that were trying and failing to stab it with their own mouth-stingers, the needles unable to pierce solid metal.

Otto on the other hand was having much less luck. With her rigging being smaller and possessing only a single gun she had to stay practically beside it just to get any sort of cover – its tail lashing out this way and that, knocking Botflies from the air or chomping down on any unwise enough to come from the front. But for every fly that died another one seemed to take its place, steadily overwhelming their defences, and even though they still had plenty of ammo it was becoming hard to even think with the incessant buzzing in her ears-

And then suddenly she was stung on the back of her neck. Otto shrieked and stumbled away, swiping, but the Botfly behind her just stung her wrist. She jerked her arm away and her rigging shot the Botfly into smithereens, a harsh gust of smoke blowing past her, but before the smoke had even cleared yet another giant insect was there, its mouth-stinger stabbing her in her right shoulder. She gritted her teeth and tried to back up but her legs were slow to respond, invoking a momentary confusion within Otto.

Then paralysing terror as that strange lethargy spread further through her body, her fingertips going and her knees struggling to support her own weight. 'W-What the hell? Is this p-poison?!'

Otto got her answer as her body abruptly refused to work any longer – and with a strangled shriek she fell, hitting the squishy ground and unable to do more than twitch her fingers. Nary a second later a Botfly swooped down and snatched her body up with its arms, her heart sinking as it picked her up. It seemed to struggle with her weight somewhat, buzzing louder in exertion, but after a second seemed to adapt and began to ferry her away.

Her beloved rigging, overwhelmed and struggling to see past the literal swarm of Botflies trying and failing to sting it, couldn't save her.

'This can't be happening, this CAN NOT be happening!' Otto frantically thought, keeping her eyes closed just so she wouldn't have to stare up at the insect carrying her.

More than once she was terrified it was going to drop her paralysed body in the water, smelling more than seeing the water brush just feet below her, but the giant Botfly kept its hold on her. Eventually it began to slow though, its wings buzzing louder in her ears as it lowered her down onto the soggy ground, and it took considerably more effort than before to open her eyes. She almost wished she hadn't, the revolting sight of the overgrown bug making her heart clench in terror... a terror that only grew when the bug reared its hind section back, allowing a long, pinkish ovipositor to protrude out of its flesh, long and curved.

'Wait wait wait no don't tell me this freak is gonna-!'

She got her answer as one of the insect's legs tucked her panties to the side, exposing her smooth nether lips to the smothering swamp air – and then its ovipositor pushed between her folds. Otto wanted to cry out but her body wouldn't comply, allowing her to release only a strangled sort of gasp as its sex organ pushed apart her insides bit by bit. There was little pain, oddly, but the discomforting sensation of her pussy being spread open was one that left her dizzy, barely able to breathe as its tip pressed up against her cervix.

Then it raked her walls as it pulled out. Though somewhat smooth the Botfly's ovipositor was lined with small barbs that dug into and dragged along her vaginal walls – and it was likely only thanks to her newfound numbness that she didn't feel it much. If anything it felt like something was just poking and pushing about inside of her... but when she lolled her head to one side and looked down her front, she paled at the sight of blood clinging to the insect's cock-like appendage. It was cutting her insides with every thrust – but why?

She was strangely calm too now that she thought about it. Despite having a literal insect raping her she was just... placid. She should be afraid, that she knew, and she supposed on some level she was. But with every passing second the feeling waned and she was just left with an empty head, the mere thought of struggling so far-off it just wasn't something she considered – not that she even could struggle in this state, anyway.

'I wonder what Jade's up to right now...' Otto pondered, the thought made to the background track of squelching flesh and high-pitched buzzing.

The insect's hairy body pressed itself against her lower half more, its ovipositor jamming in harder now, faster. Every thrust sent a twinge of nameless sensation through her loins but she couldn't really bring herself to worry, almost feeling fatigued as the insect continued jamming itself into her pussy. Maybe she should just let it keep going this so it'll be over with and she can go home. She'd never heard of anyone being impregnated by an insect anyway, so it probably wouldn't work, she was just worrying for nothing.

In fact, why care at all? Just let the bug impregnate her if needed. It'd get her sent back to the Ironblood sooner anyway.

Unbeknownst to Otto the Botfly's poison had worked its way into her brain, slowing her thoughts and rendering her numb to her own emotions – leaving her stuck in a distant, almost drugged state, too dazed to think rationally any more. A state that the Botfly took full advantage of, buzzing louder as it pummelled her cervix until it soon breached the final barrier in her loins, the tip of its sharp ovipositor thrusting up into her cradle, before at last it impregnated her.

From the tip of its ovipositor dozens of small eggs, the same colour and shape as a rice grain, poured into her womb. Carried on a gush of off-white fluid they clung to the insides of her birth canal the moment they could, dozens upon dozens of fly eggs nestling into her baby chamber. However that wasn't enough for the overgrown fly, its cock pulling out past her cervix as it continued to lay its eggs, one after the other oozed from its ovipositor and finding their way into the fresh cuts along the insides of her vagina, the eggs nestling into the warm bloody flesh and settling in for the long haul.

Of course, the Botfly wasn't just content with impregnating her once. It just needed to wait a short while for its eggs to develop and hatch.

Thus the giant insect plucked the dazed Otto back up, ferrying her deeper into the swamp to built itself a nest – assuring its new broodmare would carry hundreds, if not thousands of offspring.

Before she was all used up, of course.

X-x-X

Jade wasn't sure when Otto was taken.

One moment she was there, the next she wasn't.

And alas, when she got a certain distance away from her rigging it naturally lost power – the connection between them too strained to 'power' it any longer. Thus without a fight the shark-like rigging went limp against the boggy ground, its sole main gun inert and leaving Jade to pick up the slack, now without the benefit of having an ally that could attract the bug's attention.

When faced with that, the outcome was inevitable.

''H-Hyaah! L-Let go of me!''

Jade's cry of peril went unheeded by the insects, the sound unable to carry far with all the buzzing overlapping it. The carrier's rigging tried desperately to protect her, even covering her with its body at one point, but the bugs mercilessly stung her until her limb body was unable to resist them – resulting in Jade being left laying on her side, mere feet from the flower that had initially attracted her attention.

Behind her her rigging launched some planes, the tiny warplanes barely making it into the air before a bug or two grabbed them – causing them to either explode or to simply be crushed, unable to grow into their full-sized variants without several seconds of flight and enough room to transform. Its two anti-air guns had been squashed by the falling corpses of Botflies, leaving it with just its secondary gun to whirl about and snipe any Botfly too far for its tail or maw to reach, but even then it was being swarmed so much its mobility was hampered, the corpses laying around it making its footing uneven.

Jade sniffed, something irritating her nose. Pollen?

Pollen.

A jolt of fear shot through her, vividly recalling the yellowish pollen the flower had exuded earlier, but she couldn't reach up and wipe at her nose – her arms completely limp. She tried to avoid breathing but oxygen was a necessity, and with every inhale a tingly sensation travelled down her throat – and a surprised moan escaped her as the feeling reached her lungs. They tingled in a pleasant way and her skin started to feel the same way, the phantom feeling travelling out in a wave and soon spreading over her breasts. It felt... good, she had to admit. Great even. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable but that was because of her clothes, admittedly, her hand coming to her dress and pulling the front of it down.

She never stopped to wonder how she could move her arms now, unaware of how the pollen and poison were intermixing in her system, granting her back her mobility. But Jade was too enthralled by the tingly feeling to even notice, moaning under her breath as she yanked her strapless black bra down, allowing her bare tits to push and rub against the sticky, boggy ground. A ground that she'd previously seen as disgusting, but now found oddly pleasant, a mewl escaping her as she rubbed her perky nipples into the squishy peat.

''Nn... ah...'' The tingling had reached her crotch now – leaving her pussy aching in a way she wasn't entirely familiar with, the sheer need making her whimper.

Something that tempted her hand under her dress and into her panties, fingers sliding along her nether lips and quickly getting herself wet, her pussy practically weeping in mere moments. With a horny whine Jade shoved two fingers into herself, shoulder twitching as she earnestly worked her fingers and got herself off, satisfying that tingling sensation... for a time. With every passing second it became stronger; a fierce, twisting need that was almost painful, her fingers unable to satiate it. She needed something thicker, stronger, bigger.

As if in response to her subconscious want, her rigging was de-manifested, leaving Jade alone and surrounded by bugs. One of which turned its attention onto her instantly, flying over and mounting her – eliciting a silly giggle from the drugged Jade as she stuck her ass up in the air, her short skirt hiked up and her black panties sensually peeled down her thighs, letting the insect see her creamy ass cheeks and drooling pussy, one that practically begged to be railed.

A desire the Botfly was all too happy to oblige.

''Ah~!'' Jade cried out in delight as the creature's thick, barbed ovipositor slammed between her petals and raked her vaginal walls – the slight twinge of discomfort vastly outshone by the pleasure that rushed through her.

It was so much bigger than her fingers and reached much deeper, the tip bashing up against her cervix and sending hot jolts straight through her groin – knocking moan after moan out of Jade, her eyes screwing shut with a broad smile on her lips, happily accepting the creature's breeding tool. Her submission just made it easier for the insect as she could arch her back and shift her legs further apart, letting it sink in at just the right angle to prod her cervix-

-and a fresh shudder spasmed through her as it penetrated said cervix, entering her womb. The barbs on its cock raked her vaginal walls but she hardly cared, any pain twisting into blissful pleasure as it pumped in-and-out of her, the pointed tip breaching her womb over and over again. Around her other Botflies swarmed and buzzed about, waiting for their turn – the prospect of an endless amount of sex making Jade moan into the wet ground, shameless anticipation burning in her loins.

Jade bit her bottom lip until it bled, squealing as the Botfly's hair body bumped and pressed against her ass, the countless hairs on its body tickling her skin and only adding to the stimulation assaulting her crotch. She could feel it twitching inside of her already, its insectoid cock pulsing and twitching within her womb, the barbs letting it hook into her and open up new spots for its eggs to soon nest.

''Mn, come on, come on~'' Jade moaned out, delirious as she stared into space – lost amidst the tingly warmth in her pussy. ''I-I'll cum if you keep doing that~''

The Botfly naturally didn't reply to her moaned words but it kept breeding her all the same, rutting into her from behind. The fact she had a giant insect despoiling her didn't even really seem to register to Jade; her mind warped by the twisted concoction of chemicals inside her and bordering on delusional, accepting the mating with a giggle and mewl, her back arching as she felt the insect's legs brush over her spine.

''Ah, ah, a-ahh~ Yeah, right there, r-right- nn~! YES~!''

Jade's jubilant cry echoed out through the swamp as she finally reached orgasm, gushing around the barbed cock raking her walls. The sudden tightness that squeezed down on the creature's cock made the barbs dig in even deeper, and barely a second later a torrent of eggs shaped like rice grains flooded Jade's womb, egg after egg clinging to the insides of her birth canal, the excess filling her pussy proper and entering whatever little nooks they could, nestling in.

And much like a real Botfly, the monstrous creatures would hatch and feast upon their host – eating them from the inside out.

A threat Jade was entirely unaware of as she giggled senselessly, cheek to the boggy ground and eyes claimed by a faraway look, laughing at nothing.

And when the Botfly plucked her up, leaving the rest of the swarm to feast upon the ambient pollen left on the ground, Jade just continued to smile – lost in pleasure land.

[END]

Chapter Text

Sheffield, as her appearance might suggest, was a very diligent woman.

Be it handling Her Majesty's orders or keeping the port tidy, she excelled in diligence and that too extended to the battlefield. Though she had only a handful of Royal Maids under her, with others either remaining back at home or split up between different 'fleets' for the duration of the Island 13 operation, she still commanded them with the same cold efficiency that she normally acted with.

As such during the course of their incursion they had sustained minimal losses and just as few injuries. The moment an opportunity arose then she slipped away from the main fleet with her allies in tow under the guise of sweeping the area, a duty that New Jersey was glad to hand over to her given how capable she'd proven herself to be thus far – however, contrary to her words she had no intentions of performing a sweep of the area, not when their allies were already doing the same thing.

Rather, it was to collect samples.

Had the option been present things like monster corpses would've been preferable, but since this was a clandestine operation that high command didn't want the other nations knowing about quite yet, they had no choice but to only take small, easily-disguisable samples that, if they were caught, could be passed off as just personal curiosity or war trophies. The more discerning ships would naturally be able to see through the lie... but not if they didn't know the samples were being taken in the first place.

''Pack up.'' Sheffield intoned simply, sheathing her own vials under her skirt – the small bands sewn into the material keeping them hidden unless one were to outright lift her skirt up all the way.

Behind her Hermione and Charybdis uttered a dutiful agreement, finishing collecting the mushroom samples and packing them away. Though the fauna on the island retained some similarities to normal fauna, mutations and other anomalies could be seen easily. Such as a red toadstool mushroom that had inexplicitly grown black barbs from the white spots of flesh, or some vines that had developed hook-like growths, or flowers that had the ability to propel their pollen outwards like a shotgun blast. Not wholly alien, but abnormal enough to invite research.

Specifically as to why inhuman monsters not only existed on this island and this island alone, but why the very fauna on the island had changed from its original state – or in some cases, developed anew all by itself.

It would be easy to write it off as Mirror Sea shenanigans, or the Sirens playing their hand, but Sheffield wasn't foolish enough to believe that. Everything was rooted in fact, in logic, at its core. The Sirens weren't irrational or random, but simply operated on a set of rules unknown to them, thus making them unpredictable. The Mirror Seas weren't unfathomable and alien, just operated on principles beyond them currently. Likewise this island wasn't so much 'alien' as it was 'unknown' – the principles behind it, the operating procedures, currently veiled from them.

Thus it begged the question – what would cause a random island undergoing experiments to suddenly develop a Mirror Sea that summoned monsters and changed the fauna on the island?

'Perhaps in summoning the fog, they overlapped an existing world with ours?' Sheffield pondered as Hermione and Charybdis gathered up all their items. 'Perhaps... I suppose there's no point in speculation. I'll present my theories to Her Majesty when this operation is over. Best to focus on the mission right now.'

Nodding to herself Sheffield waited another moment for the two maids to gather themselves before she turned and set off back towards the fleet.

Or she would've, had the hairs on her neck not prickled – a sudden sense of danger halting her footing.

And then without warning a Crocodilian burst out of the swamp water in front of her. Sheffield leapt back in time to evade its grab and summoned her rigging without missing a beat, eyes narrowed as she pulled both pistols in front of herself and opened fire – a rapid salvo of shells pummelling the armoured beast and chipping its exterior armour, before ultimately breaking through it with a sustained barrage.

But it wasn't the only one. All around them other Crocodilians burst out of the murky swamp water and climbed ashore, snapping their jaws and hissing in delight as they stomped towards them. Sheffield held her ground, scowling as she pointed at one and fired, blasting it back before swapping to another, two pops engulfing it in smoke until a salvo from Hermione cut through the veil, blasting the creature to pieces.

'Durable enough to tank a salvo or so, but not enough to endure sustained fire.' Sheffield meticulously noted. 'Perhaps heavier guns would have an easier time.'

Such thoughts were put on-hold as a Crocodilian burst through the horde and rushed straight for her. With golden eyes narrowed Sheffield opened fire, one shell after the next leaving her two pistols and pummelling the incoming monster but failing to stop it, its claw reaching for her – and prompting her to deftly side-step it at the last possible moment, popping it twice in its knee and succeeding in breaking the bone within, sending it staggering and allowing her to finish a salvo to its head.

But the horde was still coming and even with the three of them working in sync, they could only put so many shells down range – and the island didn't give them the breathing room needed to hold their ground well. The result was obvious.

''Fall back to the fleet!'' Sheffield called out, rushing left towards the islands leading back to their allies.

Hermione and Charybdis called out agreements, their hurried footfalls not far behind her. The Crocodilians gave chase but they didn't slow down to fight them any longer, conserving their ammo and shooting only when needed to knock them back and clear a path, allowing the trio to leap over onto the adjacent island and towards the next-

-but before they could numerous green tentacles burst out of the water, narrowly missing a grab at Sheffield. The maid stumbled just short and shot two tentacles that tried to grab her wrists, grimacing as she hurriedly kept firing – beating back the tentacles with precise shots, blowing them apart with each one. However what the tendrils lacked in durability they made up for it with sheer numbers, more and more rising to replace those lost like an undersea hydra. Making things worse was the fact the Crocodilians were rapidly catching up with them, landing on the island and held back only by Hermione's guns, but only just.

Sheffield glanced left, towards another path. It'd lead them parallel to the fleet rather than towards them, but right now it was their best bet. ''This way!''

Without missing a beat Hermione and Charybdis obeyed her orders, the maid trio leaping over onto the narrow island next to them and running along it. Tentacles arose from behind but Charybdis turned her turrets as best she could and fired back at them, keeping them at bay as they made their escape – when one tentacle went for her ankle.

It never reached her as Sheffield fired a shell back, blasting the tentacle apart. ''Keep moving!''

''Y-Yes!'' Charybdis called back.

Sheffield turned her gaze ahead, the islands becoming smaller and forcing them to leap between them more and more – until they reached a dense section of forest amidst the swamp. Thick, twisted trunks curled up into the thick canopy that left the surrounding waters dark and the interior of the grove barely lit; sunlight struggling to pierce through the leaves outside of thin streams of light. However with no other option the three maids kept running, their heels splashing in shallow water was the boggy ground turned into six-inch-deep water, the ground unseen under the brownish muck.

The dense grove created almost something like an enclave; thick trunks forming a ring with the only exit being the one they came through. The thought prompted her to point her guns at the entrance, prepared to turn it into a choke point...

...but no monsters came.

The thought made Sheffield lower her guns, if only slightly. In the distance she could see the Crocodilians still on the islands, one or two of them snapping and slashing at the tentacles in a rage, but others just... looked at them. Angry, snapping, but not approaching.

'Why?' Sheffield was puzzled as she watched the humanoid crocodiles slip back into the water, their forms causing ripples on the surface as they swam away. 'Surely they don't understand what a chokepoint is?'

Suddenly the hairs on her neck prickled once more and she looked around, wary. The dark grove was still and too small to hide anything; maybe a dozen or two feet in diameter, if that. Yet when she looked down she spied ripples spreading across the water, not caused by any of their movements.

Rustling in the canopy above made her head snap up, but there was nothing.

''...something isn't righ- hn?!''

Suddenly her rigging de-manifested. It wasn't like she dismissed it, but like it was forcibly switched off – and more worryingly when she tried to bring it back it simply refused, like there was now a mental wall between her and her rigging, preventing her from summoning it. Hermione and Charybdis suffered the same fate, their own riggings forcibly de-summoned, leaving them defenceless.

Leaving them easy prey.

Abruptly the mud under Sheffield's feet shifted – and a pair of hands burst out and grabbed her ankles. The cruiser gasped in shock and tried to stumble away but their hold was unyielding, the humanoid hands squeezing her ankles as their owner emerged up from the shallow water. From the bog came a hairless head of grey, deathly-pale skin, the humanoid head joined by an equally-humanoid figure. That was where the similarities to a person ended though, Sheffield realised with dawning dread, noting its skeletal ribcage and sickly white eyes, along with its bony fingers and sharp nails.

A Ghoul. That was the only comparison she could make.

Not a second later even more Ghouls emerged from the mud beneath their feet, several blocking the only exit – but Sheffield's focus remained on the one holding her ankles still. Gritting her teeth she jerked her leg and managed to free it, allowing her to kick the undead creature in the face and knock it back – but then another was right behind her, wrapping its arms around her waist and cackling into her ear; a low, raspy sound that send chills down her spine.

''Unhand me.'' Sheffield coldly ordered, elbowing the creature but failing to remove it. ''Hn-!''

Though unarmed the skeletal creature revealed its strength as it squeezed her almost in a hug, but the embrace was anything but comforting – knocking the air out of her lungs as it yanked her back into it. Sheffield wheezed in surprise and stuck her fingers under its forearm, trying to pry it off so she could breathe, but the Ghoul just hugged her tighter and made her eyes bulge. It felt like it was trying to squeeze her organs into mush, her lungs unable to get any air into them as she struggled fiercely, her heels stabbing into its feet but failing to do anything but encourage it.

Then just as she began to feel faint it released her. Sheffield stumbled and nearly fell but another Ghoul was there, chittering mirthfully as it shoved her back against the trunk of a tree. Its peers were there in an instant, snatching one arm each and holding her limbs back against the wood, inspiring a rare fear inside of Sheffield – her sole visible eye widening even as her expression twisted into an angry grimace. Vengefully she kicked out with her legs but the Ghoul in front of her endured her strikes, still grinning as it pushed its naked body against her own and yanked her skirt up, exposing her bare nether regions – no panties or anything to cover her loins.

Allowing its grey, swollen cock to push along her pussy lips once, twice – and then on the third go it slammed between her petals, claiming her.

''HN!'' Sheffield bit her tongue so she didn't scream; her expression contorted into one of pain. ''B-Bast- nn!''

Another thrust quelled her imminent curse, as did the one after that – the sickly-looking Ghoul grinning madly as it grabbed the back of her thighs and sunk its fingers into her supple flesh, slamming its cock up into her. She felt her insides be speared apart by its cock, gasps forced out of her as it hilted within her. She tried to struggle but the Ghoul's grip on her thighs made it impossible, leaving her helpless as the monster's girth jammed inside of her hard and fast, no lubrication or anything to ease it into her depths.

With teeth clenched Sheffield glared into the milky eyes of the monster defiling her, her shoulders jerking as she tried valiantly to free her arms just so she could poke its eyes out as payback, but the other two Ghouls held her down with minimal effort. Their mere presence seemed to sap the strength from her, a fuzziness forced upon her mind as the one in the middle gladly buried its dick inside of her, groin practically pressing against hers as its cock-head kissed her cervix. The stabbing pain that came with losing her first had waned only slightly, but arguably worse still was the smidgen of pleasure she felt.

The thought made her sick, nauseous, angry. But there was no ignoring the uncomfortable twist of satisfaction in her loins as its cock slammed up into her, her insides becoming a little wet as her body tried to make the penetration a little easier on her – but it just encouraged the Ghoul to speed up, its swollen shaft pumping between her petals and smearing her nectar across her folds, the wet squelch of it entering her so shameful it left Sheffield's cheeks burning with humiliation.

'Damn it, I need to... I...' Sheffield struggled to think straight – the pumping organ in her pussy making it hard. Not helped by the strange fuzziness plaguing her mind. 'Dammit, think...!'

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, as the Ghoul shoved its face into her neck – snickering into her flesh as it dragged its tongue along her smooth creamy flesh or sucked on it, coming so close to biting her that it made her instinctively tense up. Which was what the Ghoul seemed to want, her pussy clenching tighter around it as she tensed and making the creature cackle in delight, its raspy breath brushing over her skin between licks.

The disgusting sensation of having its long, wet tongue slap against her skin was only made worse as she felt its cock throb inside of her – the meaning not lost on Sheffield. Yet the maid could do nothing but clench her teeth and brace herself, enduring the monster's senseless pounding, her pussy sore as she was forced to take its decently-sized dick against her will and felt its tip batter her cervix-

-and then with little warning it came, jets of seed bursting inside of her. Even though she'd prepared herself mentally for it there was no ignoring the sensation of its warm fluid pouring into her womb, a shudder of disgust trembling through Sheffield as she was forcibly impregnated the monster. Some small part of her wondered if this was the better option than the tentacles or Crocodilians, but quenched the thought quickly. She'd rather not be defiled at all.

'Your Majesty, forgive me... for your maid has been sullied by the enemy...'

As if reading her thoughts the Ghouls gladly resumed, another cock sliding into her mere moments after the first left.

X-x-X

Charybdis saw Sheffield get attacked. She saw the Ghouls emerge from the mud.

But she didn't see the one that crawled out of the mud behind her, grabbing her breasts from behind. Charybdis cried out in alarm and tried to turn around but the monster held onto her big tits with an uncomfortably-firm grip, pressing itself against her ass and forcing her to notice its rock-hard erection.

Naturally the maid began to struggle, grunting and crying out for aid – but a glance from the corner of her eye revealed her peers were in the same situation, already restrained and quickly being subdued. The thought just prompted her to struggle harder, wanting to help her comrades, but the monster squeezing her breasts wasn't so willing to relinquish her. A fact made acutely apparent to her as another Ghoul shambled in front of her, milky-white eyes staring down at her and with a broad, almost-perverted grin on its lips.

And then without warning the Ghoul restraining her shifted its bony fingers to her dress and pulled – ripping her dress open. Charybdis let out a startled shriek, redness colouring her cheeks as her breasts were shamefully exposed to the humanoid monsters, but the moment she tried to cover herself with one arm the Ghoul behind her grabbed the limb, yanking it back whilst its other reached down, yanking her skirt up. She made it difficult for it, kicking her leg out and trying in vain to throw a punch behind herself, but any blows she managed were tragically weak – the angle unfeasible, not that she was a good melee fighter anyway.

Her flowing black skirt finally came up to her waist, allowing the Ghoul behind her to reach between her legs – eliciting a yelp from Charybdis as it groped her crotch, fingers sliding along her clothed pussy. At the same time the Ghoul in front of her groped her breasts, its bony fingers sinking into her plump flesh and hefting her tits about, its gleeful grin seeming all too human on such a monstrous face.

'Human...?' The thought struck Charybdis, glancing down.

Not to the Ghoul's hanging cock, but to the key-card still dangling around its neck from a lanyard, covered in mud and gunk as it was. Doctor Eisen-something.

This man is- was human.

Charybdis was snapped harshly from her thoughts as the Ghoul behind her yanked on her panties, the fabric digging into her groin only briefly before it gave way, tearing apart and exposing her nether regions to the muggy swamp air. The bulbous tip of what was unmistakably a penis brushed against her ass and she struggled with renewed vigour, trying to speak but her words getting jumbled up in a frantic mess, coming out in stutters and stammers.

''W-Wait, don't! W-We can help turn you back to normal, we-!''

She got no further before the bulbous tip slipped between her nether lips, and Charybdis screamed as the Ghoul unceremoniously shoved its cock inside of her. It was her first time and she felt that fact acutely; a sharp stab in her groin as the monster buried itself greedily inside of her, not even taking the care of lubricate itself. The deep penetration knocked the air from her lungs and she had no time to regain it before the Ghoul pulled back, both of its hands grabbing her shoulders and pushing her forwards, forcing her to bend over at the waist.

Which just made it so much easier for it to defile her – its skeletal hips jerking forwards and slamming itself inside of her womanhood, fucking piercing cries out of Charybdis once more, her wails tearful as the monster plunged its girth in-and-out of her. The only mercy afforded was that the Ghoul's cock wasn't as large as an average monster's, nor came with barbs or any other sort of inhuman traits – but the knowledge that former humans were so eagerly defiling her, that the Ghouls around her were looking on with mad glee, just made the shame so much worse.

She'd devoted her life to protecting humans. Now those that had fallen were taking their revenge on her for not saving them too.

Suddenly a dick sprung up in her face, making Charybdis flinch back as much as possible – only for wiry, bony fingers to shove through her grey hair and yank her in. Against her will her mouth was forced onto the Ghoul's cock, the monster in front of her crooning in delight as it shoved itself in to the back of her throat, making Charybdis gag and choke on its dick. Mercifully it pulled back for a split-second but that was the extend of its kindness, as its cock soon slammed right back into her mouth and hit the back of her throat once more.

''Ghk-! Gh-! M-Mnghk!''

Wet gagging sounds escaped the kind-hearted maid as she was so roughly used from the front and back, her mouth fucked like an onahole whilst her pussy was plundered by the Ghoul behind her, its bony fingers digging into her child-bearing hips to steady her. The Ghoul in front of her, on the other hand, curled its fingers into her hair and pulled on it, causing her to cry out around its dick – only encouraging the monster to shove itself down her throat, balls smacking against her chin and its other hand reaching under herself, cupping one of her hanging breasts and squeezing it eagerly.

Its other hand soon shifted to her chest too, handling both of her breasts – something of a mercy since it wasn't pulling her hair any longer. Not that it stopped the undead creature from fucking her mouth like it was its own personal glory hole, slurring and hissing in delight as her nose was shoved into its groin again and again, her legs feeling weak as oxygen became scarce. The Ghoul behind her kept her standing though, even though every powerful thrust of its hips made her want to collapse, her loins aching as its girth throbbed against her tender, formerly-virgin insides.

''Mn... nn-nn!'' Charybdis did her best to shake her head, to show her opposition-

-but the Ghouls didn't care, didn't even acknowledge her feeble plea to stop. Instead the one fucking her mouth pulled out and instead shoved its dick between her hanging tits, pushing her boobs together and thrusting between them – the harsh handling of her tits making Charybdis wince and whimper, tears wet around her eyes as she could only stand there and take it, feeling its wet cock throb against her sore flesh.

The Ghoul behind her howled then; a weak, strangled sort of sound even as it moved its hips with more force, more vigour. Her ass was clapped to the point it felt almost numb, her cheeks sore and knocking the air out of her lungs as it relentlessly raped her – not a pause nor slow to its motions, its undead nature seeming to grant it endless stamina. The constant friction of its cock sliding between her walls made her head spin and coupled with the Ghoul playing with her tits and it was becoming hard to think straight, her head aching-

And then with a sudden, strangled groan the Ghoul behind her climaxed. Charybdis flinched as gushes of warmth filled her womanhood – pouring out in thick, sticky spurts not unlike human cum, splattering across her inner walls and pouring into her womb. Whether undead like them could get her pregnant she wasn't sure but the sensation made her cringe and sob to herself, barely even registering the other Ghoul that gleefully busted its own load between her breasts, its sticky heat spurting between her hanging boobs or staining the front of her dress, the rest spurting down onto her skirt.

''N-Nn...'' Charybdis whimpered as the Ghoul finally pulled out of her sore, abused pussy. ''A-Are you done now...? Please, we can still help yo-''

She got her answer as another Ghoul got behind her, and Charybdis wailed as she was claimed once more.

Raped by those she swore to protect.

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Hermione was the last to be grabbed – albeit a mere few seconds after Charybdis had been.

Her wrists snatched from below she was hauled forwards, a surprise cry flung from her lips as she was dragged down onto the water – nearly submerged with only a little bit of her still above the liquid, enough to breathe freely when the water was calm. With countless Ghouls climbing out of the mud though things were far from calm, making her splutter and spit as manky swamp water got in her mouth.

The water became the least of her concerns though as one of the Ghoul got on top of her, the front of her dress grabbed – and Hermione shrieked as the humanoid monster ripped it down. The material tore easily and her breasts were laid bare, the cups of her dress falling apart and leaving nothing to cover her tits. She tried with her arms though, covering herself as she gazed up in alarm at the creature on top of her, but the Ghoul just grinned and snatched her wrists, pulling them aside.

Then its hands came in, groping her tits. Hermione blushed a deep red and tried to pry its hands away but the monster suddenly darted down – and a startled yelp escaped her as it sucked on her right nipple, taking the pink bud between its dark grey lips and sucking. Its mouth felt unpleasantly cold while its tongue was swollen and slimy, the uncomfortable sensation propelling the maid to push and shove against the Ghoul, trying to get it off.

She succeeded – partially. She got it off of her tit.

Not off of her, though.

A fact made apparent as the Ghoul reached down and pushed her legs apart. The thing netting that comprised the front of her skirt snapped with little more than a tug, her black underwear bared to the creature. With frantic squeaks Hermione tried to scramble backwards and managed to make a few feet of distance but the second she tried to stand the Ghoul pinned her back down again, leering at her as it grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

''S-Stop-!'' She squeaked and shoved its hand back, stumbling back to her feet.

But once more it caught her, like a cat playing with a mouse. The Ghoul shoved her up against a tree only to immediately grab her thighs, yanking her legs out from under her and sending Hermione splashing down into the disgusting swamp water with a cry. She scrambled to get her arms under her but the monster had its hands in her panties once more, yanking them down to her knees before just snapping them outright – pulling so hard the material came apart.

Bottomless now Hermione tried to flee, but it was still in vain. With a gleeful croon the Ghoul grabbed her right thigh and pulled it to the side, forcibly rolling her onto her back and immediately getting between her legs. It was forceful with her, its cock pressing against her bare pussy and grinding up it, its gaunt, grinning face mere inches from her own as it taunted her with her fate, its bony hands catching her wrists and holding them down, leaving her unable to do anything but lay there and let it grind on her sex.

She didn't have to endure it for long though as it reared its hips back – and Hermione cried out as it deflowered her, its girth spearing inside of her and crashing up against the gates of her womb in one go. The deep penetration sent a cold shock through her groin, her gasp turning into a strangled sort of whimper, but without remorse the Ghoul just started to thrust; gleefully burying itself into her tight virgin pussy over and over again, managing to fit its entire cock in her fairly easily with how rough it was being.

''Nn! Ah, plea- ah~!''

Their flesh audibly slapped together whilst the water around them sloshed and bubbled, the Ghoul's length forcing itself into her tight pink hole, its groin nearly colliding with her own as it so shamelessly used her for its own pleasure. Even as she tried to struggle it endure any hits she managed to land and just kept rutting into her, grinning like a fool the whole time as it battered her innermost parts and made her squeeze down tightly on it, every tensing of muscle making her clench around it.

Aided when its right hand grabbed at her chest. Hermione cried out at its rough hold, grimacing as the monster roughly manhandled her tit – squishing, hefting it about, even giving her tit a slap before going back to kneading it so carelessly. The discomfort was nothing compared to the ache in her loins though as it inserted itself into her, like forcing a key into the wrong lock – winces flashing across her face when it jammed itself inside too roughly or squeezed her breast too harshly, leaving her a pained mess.

From around the Ghoul she could spy the others also in the same situation. Charybdis bent over at the waist and getting spitroasted, her expression one of pain as one of the Ghouls manhandled her chest too. Sheffield on the other hand was pinned to a tree and ruthlessly being raped by one Ghoul in particular, its cock gleaming with her juices as it senselessly jammed it inside of her, the anger yet bitter resignation in Sheffield's eyes crushing Hermione's own hope.

If Sheffield didn't see any way to escape, was there any point in her trying too?

Hermione was snapped back to reality as the Ghoul shifted its hands down to her thighs, forcibly spreading them further as and holding her close as it continued defiling her. It leaned over her more, grunting and groaning in bliss as it stuffed its dick inside of her, barely caring when she stopped resisting and just let it have its way with her – her lack of resistance doing little to stop it from ploughing her raw.

Until abruptly it sheathed itself deep within her and came. The sudden creampie knocked the air out of her lungs, alarm in Hermione's eyes as its molten-hot seed burst into her womb and filled her to the brim. She shuddered, arching her back before flopping back into the mud, her clothes already soaked through with swamp water and her spirit crushed by the events unfolding around her.

And as she laid there, Hermione whimpered out a feeble question. ''W-Why...?

To her surprise, she got an answer.

''For our queen... born in the dark...''

And then the Ghoul shoved its cock into her mouth, face-fucking Hermione into submission as another Ghoul took its turn with her pussy.

[END]

Chapter Text

Aquila had never been a bastion for confidence.

Sure she tried to play it cool and smile her way through tough encounters, but she saw no shame in admitting that she wasn't the greatest at being unflappable. Persevering through tough times? Yes. Holding steady for her allies to rely upon? She liked to think so. But act cool and composed as she trudged through squishy peat bogs and leapt over rancid swamp water? Not at all.

It was something of a marvel then that Nicoloso da Recco could. The purple-haired Destroyer retained her cheery disposition even as they marched along with the main fleet through the swamp, New Jersey near the forefront of the group giving out orders and calling in aerial strikes where needed – the occasional distant blast of bombs audible. Thus far the picket on the whole had held up well – though the scout groups had been attacked in greater numbers, New Jersey's experience with carriers enabled most to hold their group.

Most, but not all. Some groups hadn't yet returned per their schedule, and she could tell it was weighing on New Jersey's mind. The woman was a kind one, jubilant and unabashed, and it was no surprise then that she was hesitant to keep on marching when their allies could well be in danger – or worse, already dead. Yet if they stopped it also meant delaying the mission, which was never a good thing – but then again, lives took precedence. The mission could wait days easily, the generator wasn't going anywhere.

Granted, the longer they stayed inland meant the longer they went without an ammo resupply, since the shore wasn't suitable for building a dock and the tides just rough enough to make a floating dock perilous, but again, lives took priority.

As if her thoughts reached New Jersey the Battleship signalled for them all to stop.

Except that Aquila soon realised it wasn't her thoughts that influenced New Jersey, but the arrival of one of the scout groups – carrying two Ship-Girls with them, literally so. From her position near the rear of the group it was hard to make out who it was, not helped by the constant mosquitoes or dragonflies buzzing about and catching her eye unnecessarily, but when she got a single good look at their face the blood drained from her own.

''Wonder who it- whoa!'' Nicoloso yelped as Aquila pushed past her.

Not pausing to apologise Aquila hurried over to the front of the fleet, having to hop over some islands and awkwardly weasel past some people, some accommodating and others not as much, until eventually she neared New Jersey's side. Laid on the boggy ground atop the Battleship's newly-shed jacket was Alfredo, unconscious, and a tearful Vincenzo next to her. She looked like she'd been through hell – dried tear tracks currently being refreshed, her words jumbled and throat audibly hoarse, pain-filled shudders squirming through her.

''...and then San Francisco came to save us, b-but then more appeared! Per favore, dovete tornare indietro e salvarla!'' Vincenzo slipped into her native tongue unconsciously. ''Fermate la missione, andate a salvarla, per favore!''

New Jersey grimaced, taking in the new information about as well as one could. Giuseppe Garibaldi knelt by Vincenzo's side, both speaking in their native tongue – whether for privacy from the others or simply out of comfort, she didn't know, but was able to listen in. To how they found the weapons of Le Mars and Maillé Brézé, concluding both were most likely dead, only to be attacked and raped by a bunch of alien parasite monsters, only to be saved and then narrowly evaded capture once more; their horrifying tale wrapping up with them being found by some of the scout groups and brought back.

Suddenly, the fates of the other scout groups that had yet to return became morbidly evident.

''All groups of Fleet South, halt.'' New Jersey's order was spoken into her one-way radio, heard in the ears of all present. ''Members of the scout squadrons draw closer and keep a look-out.''

Putting her radio away on her person New Jersey frowned worriedly down at Vincenzo. ''We'll find them, don't worry. Everyone else gather 'round!''

Those present obeyed, gathering up as best as they could on the nearby islands without bunching up too much – prepared for an ambush. Aquila as a result shifted slightly closer to the centre, trusting the screen ships around her to protect her long enough to get any planes in the air in the event of an attack – though in the dense swamp she would be of limited use. Thus far her planes had scored a good few kills, yes, but that was only when the monsters were held back long enough for her to do so.

Honestly why she was selected by Naval HQ to be a part of the invasion fleet rather than out on the ocean she wasn't sure. Surely HQ was incompetent enough to not send a carrier into close quarters? Then again, maybe the mentality was for close-in air support. She could see it working, especially since it took her less than half the time to get an airstrike off than the ocean fleet, since orders had to be relayed, smoke had to be dropped and then bombs to follow, whereas she could use both her eyes and her plane's vision to coordinate her strike.

Aquila shook her head, only half-listening to New Jersey as she gave them a rallying speech of sorts – emphasising that the mission was now halted until they could get those left behind, dividing the fleet into smaller groups of five or six, each spaced apart but ultimately still functioning as one big fleet. The scout groups would continue to maintain a perimeter but with them drawn closer the fleet would be quicker to aid them should a threat arise.

As if jinxed by those words, the distant boom of shellfire quietened all conversation.

''Who was that?''

''It came from that direction...''

''That's where Aoba and her escorts were right...?''

More shelling accompanied distant, frantic shouting – Aoba herself soon coming into view as she hopped over islands with her escorts all in tow. From such a distance it was hard to determine the threat, nothing seeming to follow them, but the fear written across their faces was evident that it was no simple bug or unthreatening creature.

''Defensive positions!'' New Jersey called out, her rigging cannons raising. ''Aoba! What is it!''

The Sakura Empire cruiser jerked a thumb over her shoulder in response, hopping over to another island. ''S-Something under the water! Really big! I think it's angry!''

''Because you snapped a photo of it!'' One of her escorts barked over at her.

''How was I suppose to know it'd dislike the flash?!'' Aoba squawked back. ''I thought it was just a hill!''

Any further conversation stalled as, not far behind Aoba and her escorts, the land seemed to lurch up before falling back down, the motion not unlike someone moving underneath a blanket. The unsettling comparison put the southern fleet on edge, everyone calling out orders as they took up defensive positions. Aquila joined New Jersey near the centre, sending some planes up pre-emptively and trying in-vain to peer through the thick swamp canopy, but had no luck.

The land surged and fell again, liquid loudly sloshing as swamp water was pushed from its pools and over the boggy land, nearly throwing Aoba into the water had she not leapt off the island at the last moment. Running up to the front of the fleet Aoba whirled around, her own rigging armaments raised and ready to counter the threat.

Once more the land before them surged up, islands lifting up and water rushing past their ankles and into their boots as the tide passed – and then a sudden, deafening roar rattled Aquila's bones as the threat, at last, emerged. Darkness cast itself over the fleet in a long line as its towering bulk broke through the canopy, snapping branches and pushing trees from their roots with a brush of its thick forearms. Brown, moss-covered skin glistened wetly in the gloom, its body long like a salamander's yet so caked in gunk and mud that it was made thicker and bulkier, adding to its already impossibly large size that dwarfed even prehistoric dinosaurs.

The Swamp King, Aquila dubbed it. For something of such size, such imposing presence and murderous red eyes could only be dubbed that.

The bellowing, bone-shaking roar quelled as the giant salamander lolled its head down to glare at them, a brief pause ensuing.

Until New Jersey spoke, her voice a sharp shout. ''Fire at will!''

Nary a second later dozens of shells of all calibre lobbed themselves across the short distance and erupted across the Swamp King's front. The giant beast reared back, surprised, and released another roar that shook Aquila to her very bones. She quashed her fear though, lips pursed as she directed her planes down and succeeded in dropping bombs across the beast's back – a chain of explosions blowing apart the caked-on mud that served as crude armour.

Not that it downed the Swamp King itself. The beast reared its head back, jerked it further, its throat bulging – and then from its maw came a gout of bright yellow acid. Aquila's eyes widened and she felt herself be pulled aside by someone else, narrowly avoiding the sizzling spew that hit the bog and ate through it. Someone else wasn't as lucky – shrill, agonising screams ringing out. Aquila made the mistake of looking, paralysed as she saw the luminous yellow acid eat through flesh as easily as the bog itself.

They were dead by the time they hit the ground, their front eaten away and still sizzling in their sudden, painful death.

Anger rose within the fleet – but fear, too. It was palpable and the beast must've smelled it from them because it reared its head back again, ignoring the shells exploding across its front and instead blasting another gout of yellow liquid across the swamp, earning another scream from someone else – though the only mercy afforded was that it was just their arm hit. What was left of their arm though was unusable now.

''Aim for the throat!'' New Jersey bellowed into the radio. ''Enterprise, bring the whole fleet down on this thing! You can't miss it!''

No answer came but New Jersey didn't care, sheathing her radio with anger in her eyes and blasting another salvo – the kickback from her weapons failing to make her do more than flinch. All shells hit their mark, piercing the gullet of the beast and earning a furious roar from the Swamp King as it reared back on its hind legs before coming back down, kicking up a spray of swamp water that surged past the fleet, knocking the unsteady onto their asses and leaving them immobile for a brief few seconds.

Aquila directed her planes around for a second bombing run, striking the monster's back once more. She drew blood, the lime-green fluid gushing out and sizzling whatever islands it touched, floating even atop the water and burning the skin on it too. To her surprise though the Swamp King turned to glare at her, as if it somehow knew she was the one controlling the planes. And with that attention came wrath as it reared its head back once more, throat bulging.

Only for a salvo of Battleship-grade shells to hit it as New Jersey intervened. Though it didn't score a critical hit the shock to it made the Swamp King cease its build-up of acid, growling as it turned to glare at the flagship instead.

''Yeah, that's right.'' New Jersey whispered coolly – nay, coldly. ''Look at me. Only at me.''

The Swamp King growled, then roared – charging through the swamp and mud at her. New Jersey backed up but it moved faster, swiping at her with its lizard-like forearm, but the nimble Battleship leapt over the blow and hopped over to an adjacent island. With surprising speed the Swamp King spun but not to face her-

-and the reason why struck as its long whip-like tail smashed into New Jersey, sending her flying back and into a tree, gasping harshly.

Several cried out in worry but the roar of the Swamp King deafened such noises. The lizard-like body of the beast bulged and swelled, its roar rising as it did so like it was going to explode. Aquila hurriedly brought her dive bombers around for another attack, hearing more than seeing Enterprise's air wing near along with several others as they all converged on the giant beast, yet the Swamp King's body seemed to swell even faster.

Until the mud-like armour on its body cracked, and a torrent of icky swamp water spewed out. Then another gush burst through, and another and another. Water spewed out from its pores and the Swamp King let loose a titanic roar as it smashed itself down into the water, creating a miniature tidal wave of brown gunky water that swept over the islands and pushed water from their pools, adding to the incoming tsunami.

''Aquila, get back-!''

Too late. The tide hit and the world was ablur. She went under, tumbling, then her head was above. A branch or something hit her head and she was down again, head hurting and lunging burning as she held her breath, tumbling uncontrollably under the unfathomably big tide. Bits here and there could be seen – the outline of an island, something like a monster, a corpse of a Crocodilian and a live one not too far away, also stuck in an uncontrollable tumble before it left her meagre vision.

Her back struck something hard, sending her up – and then she was out of the water and falling. A branch hit her back and softened her descent only mildly before she hit the ground below, the air knocked out of her as she landed, wheezing. A mistake as swamp water spilled over from the lakes above, making Aquila jerk her head to the side to avoid swallowing it, hacking up her lungs as she tried and failed to think straight.

The bog water continued to pour down on her for a little longer before it slowed – another gush following, but meagre as whatever water remained above lapped back-and-forth, slowly flattening out as its momentum stalled. Only at the realisation did Aquila find the strength to raise her head, panting and soaking wet as she looked about. She was still in the swamp, that much she could ascertain, but not the normal expanse. She'd fallen into a basin of some kind; the walls easily twenty feet high or so and curving inwards near the top. Moss and other foliage lined the walls plentifully, covering them almost completely in fact, with only a couple of trees down at the bottom. The only mercy was that the ground wasn't the usual peat-like bog but instead just a thin layer of mud over stone.

''Ugh, my back...'' A voice made Aquila perk up.

Using the thin tree next to her as support Aquila pushed herself to her feet, looking around only once before spotting not one but two of her comrades – Pompeo Magno and Nicoloso da Recco. Both must've held onto each other when the wave hit, she assumed, and mercifully both were okay.

In the distance she heard a chain of explosions, like numerous bombs being dropped. The deafening, bone-chilling roar of the Swamp King followed. 'Looks like Enterprise and the others found it... that's good...'

The thought though reminded her of how she got down here, instantly making worry resurface in her heart. That wave attack had separated them from the others – what about New Jersey, was she okay? And the others too, not to mention the injured Alfredo and Vincenzo, were they alright too? The worrying thoughts made Aquila's head hurt so she shelved them for now, focusing on more immediate problems – namely assessing their injuries and then regrouping with the others.

''Aquila...? Ugh, thank god you're here with us...'' Pompeo moaned as she stumbled to her feet, cringing as she wrung her hat out of water. ''Ew...''

Nicoloso was much perkier, though. ''Hey, we survived at least! So! First plan of action is... uhh...''

As if on cue both Destroyers turned to look at Aquila, waiting for orders. The carrier flushed under the attention and spent a moment to think, humming in the meantime, before finding the best way to phrase her words. ''We'll need to get to high ground first obviously. The basin seems to incline just past you, so we'll most likely be able to walk our way out-''

Nicoloso's eyes widened. ''Aquila, behind-!''

The warning once again came too late as Aquila felt something sharp jam into her neck. She gasped, stumbling, and the sharpness retracted – but in its wake a cold numbness sept into her neck. Clasping a hand over the wound Aquila stumbled to face her attacker, eyes wide as she found a humanoid monster behind her. It had a muscled build, but where a six-pack on a human would be was a pack of deep purple scales. Those same coloured scales covered practically the entire body in a chitin-like armour, ending with a hairless, chitin-covered head with a pair of mandibles protruding from the small mouth. Coupled with the long, curved scorpion tail protruding up from its tailbone and its three-fingered hands, and the image of a scorpion was solidified.

A Scorpio, she named it.

The Scorpio's yellowish eyes remained locked onto her, a pleased-sounding hiss escaping the creature. Immediately Aquila tried to stumble away, hearing her allies arm themselves, but her legs gave out under her and she fell. Her whole body became lead and she could barely twitch a finger, the sudden paralysis striking fear into her heart – and somewhere behind her she heard Pompeo and Nicoloso cry out in fright, one of them managing to get a shell off before they audibly fell to the floor.

They'd been ambushed. Completely taken off-guard. A mistake, Aquila feared she'd never get to rectify.

The Scorpio hissed again as it approached her, moving unnaturally down on three limbs with its right arm raised slightly, as if prepared to counter. When Aquila offered nothing more than a few squeaks though it hissed deeply; the sound betraying its animalistic delight. It grabbed her shins and pulled them towards it, her fear leaping up into her throat as its three-fingered hands grabbed her thighs and shifted further up them, the sharpened tip of its nails grazing her flesh until it settled its hands on her ass.

Then with little more than a hiss of effort the Scorpio hefted Aquila up. Limp and silently panicking Aquila tried in vain to escape, managing to jerk her head a little but even then the motion was laboured, her head lolling more than it did turn. Far too little to break out of the Scorpio's hold – the creature snapping its mandibles in her face as it adjusted its hold on her, soon pushing her back up against the same tree that had caught her when she fell.

'No...' It wasn't hard to connect the dots, to understand what the monster wanted to do to her.

Especially when its human-esque cock, long and slightly curved, protruded out from its crotch region – whatever scale-like sheath that been previously hiding it now parted. It slid up her inner-thigh, grazing up until it pushed against her panty-clad pussy, the fanciful ivory panties feeling so frightfully thin in that moment. Doubly so when the Scorpio hissed in annoyance and curled its tail around, the pointed, venomous tip grazing her flesh but not penetrating it. Instead it curled around and tugged her panties out to one side, baring her folds to the creature and letting its dick-tip rub up against her opening.

And then it claimed her, shoving itself inside. Had her vocal cords been fully functional Aquila would've screamed – but as it was all she could do is let out a strangled wheeze, eyes wide as she felt the Scorpio's length insert itself into her. There was no slow penetration, no easement, just a sudden buck of its hips that preluded the tip bashing against her cervix. It pulled back, her insides unwillingly clinging to it, and another strangled cry escaped Aquila as it jammed back inside of her, knocking the air from her lungs.

'It hurts!' Though her body was numb to react, it was not numb to the pain – every strong, bestial thrust jamming it up into her loins.

The Scorpio wasn't exactly a pretty partner either, the sharp mandibles and yellowish, beady eyes an intimidating visage. Small mercies Aquila was still able to close her own eyes, a strangled whimper escaping the carrier as she endured the pounding. She could feel its groin smack against her thighs, her weakened muscles drawing taut as its sizeable cock entered her tightness repeatedly – the constant friction setting her insides alight, and not in a pleasant way.

Not that the monster cared. With three-fingered hands digging into her ass cheeks the creature viciously bred her, its hips jutting forth in harsh, sharp motions that buried itself deep into her defenceless pussy. Struggling wasn't even an option, but she continued to try in some desperate bid to maintain some control, to not submit entirely to the monster defiling her, the wails of her comrades audible from behind, not that she could turn to look.

'Help is coming.' Aquila told herself, trying to assure herself of that belief.

'Try' being the key word. Little doubts surfaced in her mind – what if the flood had separated them too far, how would they even find them, especially in such a short time, were they doomed to be broodmares for the beasts as their allies thought them dead and left them behind? Such dismal thoughts whittled away at her already-fragile hope, tears pricking at her eyes and trickling down her cheeks as she just tried her best to ignore it all, hoping the monster would be done with her soon.

It was, but perhaps not in the manner she was hoping for – its hardened chitin skeleton smacking against her crotch harder and faster, the firm impacts jolting another weak cry out of Aquila, her insides tightened around its pulsating shaft-

-and then the humanoid monster hissed in her face, mandibles snapping a mere inch from her nose as something hot flooded inside of her. Countless eggs were carried upon the fluid, perfectly round like marbles yet squishy as they poured into her womb, the sensation sending a sickening shudder through Aquila – her whimper equal parts scared, and defeated.

Not that the Scorpio cared as it soon pulled out, flipped her around, and took her once more.

X-x-X

They'd walked right into a trap, an ambush.

Or perhaps, had they rather been pushed into their nest, albeit unintentionally? Was this a planned attack, or just poor luck on their part?

Pompeo suspected that she'd never get the answers to that; the thought an idle one as she felt herself be stung from behind. She didn't have any time to react, any chance to retaliate, she simply fell to the ground and banged her nose on the mud with a wince. The cold venom crept through her veins in a matter of seconds, neutralising all mobility in her arms, her waist, her legs. Within a number of seconds she was completely limp.

''Nn... agh...'' The pink-haired Destroyer slurred out, trying to call out Aquila's name – but her tongue was heavy in her mouth.

A faint jolt travelled up her spine as a pair of three-fingered hands grasped at her hips, yanking her up onto her knees and keeping her there. Nary a second later those same clawed fingers raked down through her innocent white panties, tugging then tearing the material apart, exposing her pert ass and smooth pussy to the muggy swamp air. Something thick and bulbous rubbed along her nether lips a split-second later, parting them before slipping past just over her clit, missing, before sliding back up.

And then the Scorpio behind her pushed inside. The sudden penetration sent a jolt through Pompeo's groin and coaxed a pained moan from the adventurous Destroyer, her fingers feebly curling and digging into the mud under her – the grip doing little to ease the discomfort of having such a long, girthy dick sliding into her, forcing her tender insides open until the tip pressed down against her cervix, as if threatening to breach that final gate too.

Mercifully the monster pulled back, but any relief Pompeo Magno felt perished as the monster slammed right back inside of her – a feeble moan tumbling from her lips. Her legs quaked under her but numb as they were she could exert no control over them, the muscles remaining stiff and her hips held up by the monster's grip on them, keeping her steady as it roughly jammed its cock into her, mating with her like the animal it truly was.

''N-Nn~!''

Just a few paces away Nicoloso was able to let out a pained gasp as she too was pushed onto the ground, her expression contorted into a wince as she was pinned flat to the mud. Her body was mostly limp, arms slack by her sides and leaving her acutely vulnerable to the Scorpio that loomed over her, its mandibles clicking together in evident glee. Its unnatural hands pushed her thick thighs apart and it got between them, her panties yanked off with ease and leaving nothing to protect her chastity as the tip nuzzled her lips-

-and a stilted cry escaped the purple-haired adventuress as it claimed her, stuffing its cock between her puffy pussy lips and forcing its girth deep inside of her. Her insides clamped down on it, offering resistance, but the Scorpio just hissed in delight at the fight she was putting up – bucking its hips several more times until it was fully hilted inside of her. Then and only then did it start to fuck her in earnest, bucking its hips back-and-forth in rough, animalistic motions, inserting itself fully between with every thrust and making her whimper and whine as she was so utterly stuffed with monster cock.''Ah... p-please...'' Nicoloso managed to rasp out, her tongue thick in her mouth – her sea-blue eyes lidded with pain. ''Take... it out, please...''

The Scorpio tilted its head, slowing its thrusts... and then just as hope seemed possible, its tail came down, stabbing her just beneath her breast. This time it wasn't a cold venom but a hot one, eliciting a strangled gasp from Nicoloso as she felt the toxin rush through her bloodstream, reaching her heart in seconds and pumped throughout her body from there.

Quickly the stinging pain in her loins, the aching numbness, all of it seemed to vanish. And in its place came a searing, unfathomably warmth that lit up her nerves in the best way possible, a sharp, surprised moan escaping the Destroyer as her pussy suddenly tingled and burned, a needy flame ignited in her crotch that was only briefly satiated as the monstrous Scorpio began to thrust once more – jamming its dick into her pussy like the animal it was, only this time it made her feel wonderful.

''A-Ah! Y-Yesh...!'' Nicoloso cried out, throwing her head back with what little mobility she still had.

Some rational part of her reacted negatively, realising it'd done something to her and good feeling or no it was still a monster – but such thoughts became forcibly distant. With every thrust of its cock, its shaft scraping her walls and its bulbous tip kissing the innermost parts of her vagina, she saw stars and could only clench up like a spring coiled; the tension leaving her frame only when she managed to let out a moan. It felt easy at first, but as the monster continued to savagely pound her pussy, the slick squelch of its dick entering her increasingly-wet sex, moaning in time with its thrusts became a challenge.

Doubly so when the Scorpio slashed at her chest, ripping open her dress and groping her large boobs. Its claws cut her skin in places, bruises quick to form on her unblemished skin, but Nicoloso didn't care – moans spilling from her grinning lips as she unconsciously sunk into the pleasure, enjoying the thick monster cock that plunged between her needy petals and scratched all the right places.

Meanwhile Pompeo could only watch in horror as her comrade-in-arms turned from desperate fighter to pleasure-hungry bitch in seconds, her moans hoarse and needy like an animal in heat. The thought inspired fresh fear in the pink-haired Destroyer and she looked back over her shoulder as best she could, peering at the Scorpio currently fucking her from behind, its groin clapping her small ass and its dick filling her insides so much it hurt, but with lips pursed Pompeo managed to stay quiet. The tail didn't sting her.

Maybe it she just played the obedient role, it'd not sting her? Maybe she could-

Stab, right between her legs and up into her groin, practically over where her womb was. She felt the hot venom infiltrate her, the liquid heat getting in a vein and rapidly spreading out inside of her. Pompeo screwed her eyes shut and focused on it, feverishly repeating in her mind to not fall to whatever chemical tricks it did, and because of that she felt the warmth spread to her pussy acutely. It was a ticklish, molten heat, not unlike being under bed covers with a high fever – and when a light breeze blew by it felt like heaven on her achingly-hot crotch.

The venom spread further north, reaching her heart and leaving it burning-hot too. Still she resisted, reminding herself what happened to Nicoloso, but that didn't stop it from feeling good. The cosiness seemed to take away her pain and made the Scorpio's fucking feel quite nice actually, like its dick was rubbing and scratching all the spots her own fingers never would be able to reach, her insides clenching around its shaft and only amplifying her pleasure further. She whined at that, caught herself, but before she could mentally correct another whine of pleasure was forced out of her.

'No, remember Nicoloso, remember what it... it did... what did it...'

Her head felt fuzzy too, and a stilted moan escaped Pompeo as her ass was clapped harder now, her cheeks warm as the monster bruised them with its pounding thrusts. Its dick probably bruised her cervix too with how hard it was slamming into her but it felt oddly nice, in fact even breathing felt nice – every inhale leaving her lungs tingly and her nose itchy, but in a way that made her eyelids heavy and her lips warm, tempting her to rub them together with a muffled moan.

An act much harder as the Scorpio railed her from behind faster, her ass cheeks tingling as its hard groin smacked against them repeatedly – and then she mewled as it busted its load, warmth spreading through her pussy and tiny eggs fitting into her womb. Judging by Nicoloso's squeal, she was probably also impregnated at the same time.

'Impregnated...?' Pompeo's thoughts were light, airy; drifting without any sense or rational.

As such the pink-haired Destroyer offered little protest as she was turned over onto her back, gazing up at the distant canopy overhead with half-lidded eyes, paying the Scorpio no mind as it prepared to mate with her again, a glint far above it reflecting the light falling down on them.

...wait, glint?

Nary a second later a European-style sword plunged down, stabbing through the back of the Scorpio. The creature jerked its head back with a sharp hiss but barely got the noise out before the owner of the sword landed behind it, grabbed the weapon and yanked it up – bisecting the monster from the waist up.

Purple blood flew slow, the other two Scorpios turning to face the threat. Odin stared coldly back.

Then in a blur the Prototype Battlecruiser lunged, rushing the one atop Nicoloso. It pulled out and tried to get back but Odin was faster, slashing it across the neck and making it stagger before finishing it off with a blast of her left-hand cannons, her potent guns blowing the brittle creature apart. The other Scorpio had more time though; rushing at her with a hiss – only to duck down on three limbs, jutting its tail out towards her.

Odin side-stepped the attack and sliced it off. The Scorpio let out a shrill hiss, angry, but jerked back as Odin closed the distance. It got no further than a step back before her blade carved a fatal gash across its torso, sending it collapsing onto its back with a rasp... and then with a final twitch, it died, its body frozen stiff in its death throes.

''...hmph.'' Odin flicked her blade out to the side, getting the purple blood off of it. ''Aquila, are you able?''

''I-I can't... move...'' The carrier called out weakly, vocal cords struggling to form the sounds and causing her to slur a bit. ''Need... help...''

Odin nodded resolutely. ''I shall signal the others, then.''

Aquila's expression scrunched as much as able. ''H-How...?''

In response Odin's right arm glowed a vibrant, crystalline blue and she turned her gaze onto the sky. ''Herteitr's Rolling Thunder...''

She threw it up. ''Fire!''

The ambient light dimmed as the blue glow grew – and then with a bellow not unlike that of a Dragon came forth a roaring serpent of blue electricity, one that shrieked up into the sky and utterly obliterated anything in its way – tree, earth, canopy, everything, leaving naught but a towering column of blue light to pierce the very heavens.

The energy soon cut off, withering until only wisps dangled in the air. They too faded in seconds.

''There.'' Odin remarked, lowering her arm and holding her sword in her right hand once more. ''I doubt any will be able to miss that. Help will come. For now though-''

She held her blade over her shoulder.

The sharp tip of a scorpion's stinger bounced off of it.

Odin turned her gaze over her shoulder, icy eyes unflappable. ''Allow me to turn this bog into your grave.''

The pack of Scorpios hiding in the dense foliage behind her sneered, mandibles clicking – and without a word they charged.

To their deaths, or to their victory.

[END]

Chapter Text

The tidal wave that swept through the swamp took everyone off-guard.

Not least Giuseppe Garibaldi, who found herself close to the beast when the wave hit. It sent her tumbling for more than a minute, time losing meaning as she was thrown head over heels, pushed below water and surged back up – until eventually, after a nauseating and disgusting tumble, finally hit a tree back-first; killing her momentum just as quickly as the air in her lungs.

Gasping and coughing the Sardinian cruiser laid there for a good few moments, just getting the water out of her lungs and the air in, wiping at her eyes to get rid of the droplets lingering there. A few good blinks later and she could see again, looking at the small bog island she'd washed up on, the tree behind her saving her from being washed further into the swamp. The surging tide had mostly run dry, the water level falling until it was mostly back to normal, whatever excess presumably draining elsewhere.

The topography of the swamp though had changed radically. Trees had been knocked down in many places, providing blissful breaks in the canopy that let the gloomy sun peer down, but the light also made it harder to see further, the contrast too sharp. Additionally many bog islands were either now absent or smaller than before, torn apart by the powerful tide and leaving much less land for her or her allies to transit over.

''Nn...'' Grunting Giuseppe pushed herself up – wobbling briefly before finding her footing. ''Ugh, thank goodness my clothes are waterproof...''

A foresight not everyone possessed, she'd noticed thus far on her trip. She pitied those amongst the fleet that'd gotten washed away – their clothes soaked and probably ruined by the mucky bog water.

Sighing at the thought Giuseppe looked around, half-hoping to find someone else – and to her surprise she did. On an island a couple dozen feet away was Aoba, the Sakura Empire cruiser laid on her front and groaning as she caressed her head, probably having bumped it in the flood. Noticing that Giuseppe looked around for the quickest way over, grimacing at the lacking options. Most islands were too tiny, but there was a fallen tree currently caught between her island and the next, small one over.

'Please don't dislodge, please don't dislodge...' Giuseppe chanted in her mind as she climbed atop the roots, arms out to each side as she balanced herself.

The wood creaked under her feet, making her cringe, and with every step the fallen tree felt like it might snap. Mercifully the upper branches and leaves had mostly been swept away so there was nothing to stop her, but as she neared the end she felt the log start to shift – and then just as she leapt off of it it sunk a little further downriver. It did not, however, snap under her weight.

Sighing with relief Giuseppe refocused on Aoba, hopping over the next few small islands until she finally joined her dizzy comrade. Crouching by her side she checked her over, relieved when she found no wounds beyond a couple cuts and scrapes. Aoba herself was thankfully still cognizant, lifting her head to look at her and managing a wordless smile, though pain made it tight.

''You good?'' Giuseppe remarked lightly, looking around. ''Drat, don't see anyone else near us...''

''Mm. Head just hurts is all.'' Aoba shifted onto her ass, sighing as she rubbed the side of her head. ''Lost my camera too...''

''That the same camera that woke that big thing up?''

Aoba flushed. ''H-How the heck was I supposed to know it was a creature?! I thought it was just a big hill!''

''Relax.'' Giuseppe smiled wryly. ''I ain't blaming ya, accidents happen. Let's just focus on regrouping with the others, yeah?''

Aoba nodded and with some effort stumbled to her feet, leaning on Giuseppe for a second until she found her footing. Smiling reassuringly at her comrade Giuseppe hopped over the small islands and led her back over to the fallen tree, pushing it a little to test it and when it held firm she climbed aboard – arms out as she carefully strutted across it, one foot before the other. Once more the wood creaked from her weight, but the tree held firm and the ground it was dug into didn't shift further, allowing her to simply hop over onto the island beyond.

''Come on!'' Giuseppe called out. ''It should be stable! For now, anyway!''

Aoba tried to laugh but it came out more sheepish than she probably intended, her fingers shifting across the wood for a second before she found the confidence to haul herself up. The tree was slimy from the water it'd tumbled through but Aoba held her own fairly well, one step before the other and crossing the log without incident. As she reached the midsection though her balance started to falter, her arms waving a little as she tried to regain it-

-and then she flipped and fell. She was under in less than a second.

''Aoba!'' Giuseppe shouted, rushing over to the island's edge.

The flow of the water was slow but there was still a current, and with how thick the liquid looked swimming wasn't as easy as the open sea. Aoba managed to get her head above water with a gasp and flailed for a second before going back under, one hand coming up, going under, then her head popped up again.

Unnoticed by either party, within the brownish waters of the swamp, a tiny, worm-like creature swam avidly towards the kicking legs beneath the surface. With vigourous flicks of its tail the worm, no longer than an index finger and about as thick as one, swam up between Aoba's kicking legs and pushed itself against her inner-thigh – allowing it to slip into her underwear the moment it shifted away from her skin, allowing it to wriggle its way into her pussy.

On the surface Giuseppe waited, her hand out – and then the second an arm popped up she snatched and pulled. Her sore back ached in protest but she ignored it, protective instincts in full play as she pulled against the current. A second hand came out of the swamp water and clutched onto the wet, squishy ground of her island, and with a gasp Aoba finally broke the surface once more, inhaling in a much-needed lungful of air. The Sardinian didn't dare let go yet though and kept pulling until Aoba was safely on land, only then letting go and flopping back with a groan.

''That was... too close...'' Giuseppe breathed out.

''Yeah...'' Aoba breathed out, sitting up. ''Thanks for tha- ah~!''

Abruptly Aoba cried out, clutching between her legs and jerking forwards, her cry withering into a startled sort of moan – eliciting an equally-startled look from Giuseppe. ''The hell?! Are you alright?!''

''M-Mm? Yeah, I just f-feel fun- nee~!'' Another squeal lurched from Aoba's throat, her lips pursing. ''A-Ahh, wait, s-something... ahh...''

Deep inside of Aoba the worm – or more accurately, the Womb Worm – squirmed its way past her cervix and into her womb. Countless tiny fibres all across its body stimulated her insides, sending electric jolts of bliss through her nerves, far more intense than any sex toy or organ. The intensity of it forced stilted gasps and shuddering moans past Aoba's lips unbidden, both of her hands cupping her crotch and pushing her underwear flush against her sex, not that it stopped the worm from squirming about in her birth canal.

The way her insides tensed and tightened around the hairy worm only made it feel better; the hairs brushing all over her insides and making Aoba see stars – hearing absent as her mind was overtaken by pure, unfathomable bliss, her insides drawing taut and her lungs collapsing as she exhaled harshly, only to expand as she sucked in another desperate breath. She tried to stand but immediately regretted it, the tensing of muscles causing the worm to squirm about, instantly sending her back to her knees with a sharp moan.

Giuseppe look about hurriedly. ''S-Ssh! You'll attract attention – what the hell is wrong with you?!''

Aoba, however, barely heard her – cat ears flat against the top of her head and a low whine escaping her as her pussy ached so good. Rationality evaded her as pleasure overtook every facet of her mind, the slightest twitch sending explosive bliss through her groin, soon making her shuffle over and start humping Giuseppe's leg.

''What the-'' Giuseppe wrenched her leg free and backed up, visibly perturbed,. ''Aoba, what's wrong?!''

Nothing. Nothing was wrong, as far as Aoba could see; practically melting into putty as the Womb Worm squirmed about her insides, setting her nerves alight. Unable to handle it anymore she unashamedly shoved her hand into her underwear, squealing as she rubbed her sex and discovering that she was already drooling down there, encouraging her to hurriedly stuff three fingers inside of herself and hurriedly finger herself, mewling happily as she did so.

Giuseppe could only look on in bewilderment bordering on fear; glancing around as if expecting to find an aphrodisiac-producing plant, but aside from the tree behind her she saw nothing. She failed to look up.

''Seriously, snap out of it! We've got to- mmph?!''

The cruiser's call was cut short as a Slime fell on her from above. Forest green in colour and translucent the gelatinous creature engulfed Giuseppe down to her shins, muffling her startled cry. She tried to flail but the Slime expanded down to engulf her feet too, lifting them up as if she was in zero gravity and quickly leaving her fully contained by the gelatinous monster. Not that it stopped Giuseppe from resisting; eyes wide as she kicked and screamed, but her motions were slowed by the thickness of the Slime's makeup.

Then within seconds her clothes began to hiss – the edges seeming to burn before they disintegrated into fine black ash that the Slime secreted out of its body and onto the boggy island underneath. Giuseppe panicked, trying to pat out the unseen flames, but the acid-like solution of the Slime did her no harm. On the contrary the only thing that burned away was her clothes; her jacket gone within seconds and her skin-tight outfit soon following. In under half a minute, she was completely nude.

''A-Aoba!'' Giuseppe shouted out from within the Slime's grasp, her voice seemingly distant. ''Help me out here before this thing eats me!''

Aoba, however, could do nothing even if she wanted to. Knelt with one hand furiously fingering herself and her other hand fondling her breast through her top the Sakura cruiser moaned senselessly, eyes open but fogged over as she surrendered completely to the parasitic worm in her womb, giving her pleasure she'd never imagined until now – its mere presence stronger than any drug and far more addictive.

Seeing this Giuseppe tried to summon her rigging, only to be dismayed when it refused to – the presence of the Slime taking up the ambient space her rigging would've used to manifest. Any plans of escape, however, were put on hold as she felt the Slime around her shift as if tensing, the slimy substance embracing her seeming to quiver a little. Then just as quickly as it started it stopped... and then part of the Slime pushed inside of her pussy.

''Ah-!'' Alarmed Giuseppe cried out – and then more Slime pushed down into her open mouth. ''G-Guhk!''

She gagged yet the Slime didn't retract. Like a malleable tentacle it filled her mouth and pushed down to the back of her throat, making her gag terribly, but it went deeper. Down her throat it went and expand it did; forcing her throat open wide as more and more of the Slime slid down into her stomach. Despite the overwhelming amount of Slime forcing its way down her stomach she could still breathe just fine, as if the Slime itself carried oxygen into her lungs.

Tingling, unwanted pleasure in her groin though made Giuseppe moan against her will. Her bare pussy lips were caressed and rubbed by the Slime, the motion barely seen but the sensation acutely felt – and another moan forced its way out of the Sardinian cruiser as the Slime pushed itself deeper into her pussy. It didn't just penetrate her but utterly filled her pussy; stretching her insides apart as much as physically possible as it squirmed in deeper and deeper, invading every crevice of her insides until soon it reached her cervix.

And a cry escaped Giuseppe as it penetrated that final barrier with ease, gelatinous slime squirming its way into her very womb, pushing and probing about with no intent to stop. It filled her up in moments and just when she feared it might fuck her even deeper it seemed to pull back... only to recoil back inside, slamming up against her innermost parts. Reflexively Giuseppe cried out, thrashing in her bindings as the Slime plunged into her sex, her legs pulled apart and allowing a second surge of Slime to thrust up into her asshole too, stretching that hole out too as it pumped into her rear.

''Mmph! Mnph!'' Giuseppe's cries were muted by the Slime in her throat but let her voice out anyway, hoping someone would be able to hear her.

Nobody did. Giuseppe's struggles weakened at that, despair setting in – until pleasure overtook it, the tingling, pleasant heat in her pussy intense and leaving her nerves electric. The slime around her arms and legs became stiffer, relinquishing her of her movement, leaving her barely able to even twitch as the Slime mated with her. Yet even though it was violating her mouth, pussy and ass there was no semen to come, no splurge of eggs to fill her holes and make her carry its seed.

In lieu of such attachments, the Slime simply continued to violate her. Over and over it pushed between her moist petals and stretched her womb out, it forced its way deep into her ass and down her throat – even her breasts weren't spared as the Slime pressed and compacted around them, seeming to grope them in some alien manner and making Giuseppe writhe and moan against her will, her head becoming light.

Until eventually she orgasmed. Shamefully, unwillingly, the stimulation made her gush around the Slime overstuffing her pussy – but the Slime didn't stop. Even as she convulsed within the creature the Slime continued mating with her non-stop, neither pausing nor slowing. The viscous fluid even seemed to heat up from the constant motion, warm against her skin and absorbing any sweat or tears she secreted, as if preserving her in perfect, pleasure-filled stasis.

She orgasmed again. Thinking became hard.

A third orgasm hit. She lost her sense of time.

By the time Giuseppe had her sixth orgasm she was completely lost to the world – mind vacant as she was forced to orgasm again and again, lost fluids subtly replenished by the Slime and her sore muscles massaged by it, enabling her to constantly orgasm over and over again, not even a second of reprieve given.

Aoba, too, was given no reprieve – left laid on her side and drooling senselessly, orgasming just as often as Giuseppe if not more, the worm in her womb vigorously making her cum time and time again, as if its sole existence was to cause her pleasure. A duty it undertook energetically.

All around the swamp too, the scattered remnants of the fleet continued to fight off the monsters and try to regroup, some more desperately than others.

Hoping to find one another before the monsters dragged them down.

[END]

Chapter Text

On the eastern side of the island, Amagi's fleet began their arduous march through the jungle.

In contrast to the lush but dense forest or the muggy and water-riddled swamp, the jungle was an oppressively hot place, far hotter than an island like this had any right to be. Various shades of green coloured the landscape, from the light green grass that reached waist-high to the darker greens shrubs or exotic bronze-coloured tree trunks. It painted a pretty postcard image from afar, but to actually trudge through it was an entirely different task.

Wakatsuki, even though she was used to tropical conditions given the summers in her home country, still struggled. The mugginess in the air made it hard to breathe at times and the myriad of insect noises throughout the jungle made her jumpy, be it the clicking of cicadas or buzzing of small airborne insects. Considering the dangers they knew of on the island, she felt like she had the right to be afraid of even the insects.

The Sakura Destroyer sighed, glancing behind herself. She'd been tasked to lead the vanguard into the jungle, though due to the density of the terrain they were ordered to maintain a relatively close distance. However judging that distance was hard if not impossible; the thick trees, dense foliage and often-tall grass meant that it was hard to measure how far away the fleet was, especially since they were ordered to maintain silence as much as they could to avoid drawing unwanted attention.

Her two partners in the vanguard were Grozny and Gromky of the Northern Parliament. Both Destroyers like her, but unlike her they weren't acclimated to the hot weather – and as such were dragging their feet, such was their heat exhaustion. Their thick clothes certainly didn't help but when she suggested they remove their heavier clothing they both strongly refused, citing that it was part of their uniform and they could tough it out.

Wakatsuki doubted it, but she knew honour meant a lot to some people, so she didn't push. It'd be their own fault if they passed out... and then her responsibility to take care of them.

She almost sighed at the thought but didn't complain, instead directing her energy to scanning their surroundings. The foliage was dense but not untraversable – her sword certainly helped with that, quick slashes culling grass and branches to allow them passage, though she was mindful not to overdo it lest she blunt her sword by the time the actual enemies arrived.

''...how much further...?'' Grozny finally broke the quiet, her voice laboured.

''I don't know.'' Wakatsuki confessed. ''I was told to just keep moving forwards until I either found something or reached the volcano...''

Initially she'd estimated it'd take her half-an-hour to an hour to reach the volcano at walking speed, but due to the harsh terrain she was moving at easily half that. Going off that estimate, she guessed that it'd take them maybe two to three hours to reach the volcano at the pace they were going at. Assuming they didn't run into any problems along the way, and even then that guess was nebulous. She'd be mortified if she ended up walking past the volcano and into another biome entirely.

She was stirred from her thoughts though as the passage ahead of her began to narrow somewhat. A very large tree, its trunk easily as big as a fire truck, had fallen and knocked many trees down with it – the event seeming to have happen long ago with all the moss and leaves growing over the log. It was too tall for them to feasibly climb over and a glance to the right showed that the ground inclined at a steep angle which, with moss covering it, meant climbing was unviable. However going left also meant going lower, away from the volcano and risk being put off-course.

''...haah, we'll have to climb it seems.'' Wakatsuki sighed.

Behind her both Grozny and Gromky groaned, the former more tired and the latter whining, but without complaint the two Northern Parliament girls followed her up to the steep hill. It was at a sharp angle but not so much that they couldn't walk up it; aided by some tree roots that had bulged out of the dirt and pushed the leaves aside, though it required a close look to spot them in the dense foliage. Carefully Wakatsuki put her foot down on a branch and gave it a firm push, but it didn't bulge, encouraging her to put her full weight on it and try the next.

About twelve or so roots later and she crested the top of the steep hill, grunting and groaning as she hauled herself up and onto the top. A low bed of ground-covering plants obscured most of the dirt underneath and she was mindful to touch as little foliage as possible lest some be poisonous, but mercifully none were so far as she could tell. Straightening up she swung her gaze around, marvelling at the advantageous view she got... not that she could see the fleet, though. Mostly because of the low canopy that was now at eye-level with her, but at least she could now peek up into the higher canopies.

She didn't like what she saw.

Various nests were up there. Some were bird-like – branches and twigs woven into unnaturally large basins, equal to a small bedroom in size. Others though were webs arranged between large swathes of trees, the white gossamer glittering in the gloom. There was no spiders to be found on the worryingly large webs.

She wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not.

Trudging alerted her to the fact Grozny and Gromky had finished ascending too, prompting Wakatsuki to hurriedly lend a hand and help pull them up the rest of the way. The ground they stood upon was easily a dozen feet above the ground below, if not slightly more, and hopefully put them closer to the volcano. With that in mind Wakatsuki knelt down and removed a white bead necklace from around her neck; quickly tying it onto one of the branches that stuck out the most, pleased when it glittered in the gloomy light too like the webs did. To be extra sure she summoned her rigging and withdrew one of the torpedoes she had – perhaps pointlessly – taken with her, laying it down precariously on the edge.

''There. That should serve as a good indication to the fleet.'' Wakatsuki remarked, pleased with herself at her ingenuity.

''Can't we just wait for the fleet?'' Gromky curiously asked.

They could, Wakatsuki had to concede, but she'd been given the job of vanguard – it'd be poor form on Amagi if she waited for the rest before moving forwards, forcing the fleet as a whole to basically stop until she was sufficiently ahead. No point in a vanguard if she was just a dozen feet ahead of them, after all. Plus she knew of Amagi's ill health and didn't want to cause her any additional stress, be it as something big like messing up or something as little as causing a minor delay in the mission. The woman was tactical master, and as such any delays to her plans would probably be unwelcome, even if the woman was too kind to say anything.

Thus, Wakatsuki's mind was set. ''We'll keep going.''

Grozny and Gromky groaned but didn't protest; probably too exhausted by the jungle heat to bother. Thus as one they returned and continued further uphill.

Unbeknownst to Wakatsuki, as the trio were just out of sight, something swung down from the trees and swiped the torpedo – the motion knocking the necklace off its precarious branch and into the ground cover below, obscuring it from sight.

Hearing a rustle Gromky glanced back, worried, but when she saw nothing she reluctantly continued marching on.

…

The trio walked for another ten minutes, possibly fifteen, before finally they came upon something.

That something was not a good thing, however.

''I think we should turn back...''

''Y-Yeah, this is creepy...''

Wakatsuki swallowed and had to agree. Ahead of them laid easily a dozen thick mounds that crept like uneven spires into the air, varying in size but four of them being easily a dozen feet tall and made mostly of dirt, bark and caked-on mud. What made them unnatural though was the myriad of holes in the tall mounds, small but numbering in the dozens per mound and all of them surrounded by barren dirt – no leaves, no plants, no nothing. It was like the jungle itself cleared a circle around each mound... or, more likely, whatever lived within those mounds had eaten all plant matter around it.

Along with the carcass of a deer-like monster, its four-legged skeleton trapped between the four big mounds and utterly cleaned of its flesh from antlers to hoofs, nothing but darkened bones remaining. Laid on its side its fate was apparent – there was no mud or web that trapped it. It'd been ambushed, and presumably eaten alive.

However it was also the only way forwards. To their left and right were two big cliffs – far too steep to climb and the first sign of the volcano, given they were made of volcanic rock. However they jutted out further at the top and the cliffs were visibly sharp, with uneven jabs of rock spearing out. They'd already done a search to the left and right of the cliffs to see if there was another way around, but aside from trying to climb up some vines which were covered in creepy-looking thorns, this was the only way.

Wakatsuki drew in a breath. ''Just... just be careful. If we keep our distance and don't make too much noise it'll be fine.''

Grozny frowned at her, displeased, while Gromky looked to be torn between panic and unease. The latter won out. ''I really think we should just head back and try another route.''

Wakatsuki shook her head, distressed but determined. ''We're almost at the volcano-''

''-but how is the rest of the fleet supposed to follow?'' Grozny cut in. ''Unless you expect them also to sneak past.''

''I... hadn't thought of that.'' Wakatsuki hesitantly admitted. ''Alright, sneaking past is pointless. Any other ideas?''

Grozny shrugged. ''Blow it up?''

''That'll anger whatever is inside though?''

''Doesn't matter if they're dead.'' Grozny countered languidly, popping her flask and taking a deep drink. ''Phaah! Let's do this.''

''If you're sure...'' Wakatsuki hesitantly agreed.

Together the three Destroyers lined up just at the edge of the circular zone around the bugs, cautious about triggering them by walking into their territory. Their riggings manifested with a flash, three cannons and four guns between them along with four torpedo launchers – hardly an overwhelming armament, but easily enough to blast a Siren Battleship to hell. The thought fortified Wakatsuki's waning confidence somewhat and she took aim. She breathed in, and breathed out.

Then gave the order. ''Fire!''

As one their guns blasted into action, four shells whizzing across the short distance and erupting into a chain of explosions across the mounds. Without waiting to see the results all three Destroyers reloaded then fired again, then again and again – their cannons blasting every few seconds and kicking up mud and dirt, not that any stopped to care, grim-faced as they launched salvo after salvo.

Ten salvos later and Wakatsuki stopped firing. ''That's enough!''

To their credit both Grozny and Gromky obeyed without missing a beat. Silence descended upon the three but not the forest – branches snapping and dirt audibly shifting down to the fill the craters they had no doubt created. The smoke took its time to dissipate, the lack of wind making the black cloud linger. When they finally dissipated enough for them to see they found the mounds now completely obliterated, along with a big hole in the middle of the dirt-covered area.

Cautiously Wakatsuki approached, followed by the two Northern Parliament girls with her. The ground became steep sharply and she narrowly avoided stumbling down into it.

She was lucky she didn't.

What she first thought was a hole turned out to be a massive pit with numerous interconnecting tunnels, and within it were countless chittering bugs. Each several feet in length they skittered on six small bony legs with mandibles and six red beady eyes at the front, joined by a swollen abdomen at the back. While its whole body was a light brown colour the abdomen was yellow and joined at the very back by a thick, curved ovipositor, lifted up slightly to not drag on the dirt. Sac Bugs, she dubbed them.

No sooner had she seen the bugs within did the chittering sound explode in a frenzy – in anger.

Wakatsuki panicked. ''G-Get back!''

Turning she launched a trio of depth charges into the hole and leapt back with her two comrades in tow – and then a mighty explosion erupted from the hole, chunks of dirt, bug and other materia flying airborne. The explosion left the three Ship-Girls momentarily dazed; picking themselves up from their spots on the ground and gazing back at the hole with trepidation.

A beat.

Then a literal swarm of angry Sac Bugs skittered out of the hole, some maimed but many not; no doubt having been safe in the winding tunnels. Wakatsuki screamed in fright and stumbled to her feet, nearly tripping on a root and causing her first shot to fly over the bugs and hit the ground far behind them. Grozny wasn't so inaccurate nor was Gromky, their shells hitting true and kicking up pillars of dirt – but the Sac Bugs that weren't hit charged right over the remains of their comrades, and did so with frightening speed.

''Torpedoes!'' Wakatsuki cried, deploying her own.

The other two Destroyers followed suit, their torpedoes thunking as they embedded themselves into the dirt at their feet. The trio had ran no further than fifteen feet before the timers went and they detonated – a chain of nearly a dozen explosions blowing a trench into the dirt and killing numerous bugs, even sending the three girls stumbling from the shockwave. Yet even as they turned back and aimed their guns the Sac Bugs charged through the falling dirt, chittering angrily at them.

Grozny kept firing her single turret; sole barrel blasting every few seconds and kicking up chunks of earth but the damned bugs kept coming, charging with suicidal anger and the tide not seeing to slow down anytime soon. With a grimace she dared to glance behind herself, noticing the land declining more sharply and risking her losing her footing – and when she glanced back at the horde, she realised they were already upon her.

''Ah-!'' Grozny cried out in surprise as one of them leapt and landed on her stomach.

Though meagre in weight the surprise combined with the declining hill sent her tumbling over herself thrice before hitting a tree stump – the hit to her head nearly dazing her. Key word being nearly, as the sensation of bony legs digging into her sides shook Grozny out of her stupor quite quick, her startled eyes meeting the red beady one of the insect. An insect who used two of its hind legs to dig into her pantyhose a rip a hole in them, her panties too tucked aside.

By the time Grozny snapped out of it and realised what it was doing – too late. Pain struck as the insect's thick ovipositor pushed between her smooth virgin petals and into her pussy, forcing a cry out of Grozny as she was deflowered. The girth of the insect was unnaturally big but in that moment she hardly cared for biological rationality – instead taking a swipe at the insect. It twitched its head out of the way and bit the side of her hand as payback.

Before she could counter further, the swarm arrived. Easily a dozen insects clambered over the roots of the stump and Grozny hurriedly punched them back – only to gasp as pain in her crotch reminded her of the critter currently raping her. She made to strike it but another Sac Bug came from the right and latched onto her arm, crawling its way up towards her head until she hit it off with her other arm – but then another insect came from the left, latching onto her elbow and curling around the limb. Then another on her right, and three more on her rigging, chomping and biting through the connecting segments.

The metal held, briefly. But the bites of the insects were far more effective on rigging than flesh, it so seemed.

Particularly as, far faster than insects had any right to do, her rigging fell apart; chunks of disconnected metal trapped between her back and the stump, if they didn't just tumble past the stump and roll downhill. Grozny had no time to care though, gritting her teeth as she swiped at the insects and yelled curses in her native tongue, but the bugs swarmed her and soon mounted her head; thrusting their ovipositors at her ears and face, looking for a hole. She kept her mouth shut.

Not that it stopped the bug in front of her. With her arms restrained Grozny could only lay there slumped against the tree as the Sac Bug mated with her, its thick ovipositor plunging past her pussy lips and into her depths – every pounding thrust acutely felt by the Destroyer. Lacking any real experience the sensation was novel but not in a particularly pleasant manner; grunts forced up her throat as she felt its insectoid dick enter her again and again, its arms digging into her clothed sides as if to prevent her from removing it.

''Mn, n-nn...!'' Grunting Grozny screwed her eyes shut so as not to look at the bugs; just doing her best to wrench her arms free from their grips.

She failed to. The Sac Bug, however, apparently figured out how to get under her clothes, as the next thing she knew it reared back without pulling out and crawled under her white dress, eliciting a cry from the blonde Destroyer as she felt the insect press itself against her tummy, its legs now digging into her bare skin much more harshly. Her brief cry was cut short though as one of the other Sac Bugs took advantage of the new hole available; shoving itself inside and thrusting into her mouth.

Grozny bit down on it. The bug made a harsh, grating sound and flailed, its dick oozing fluid that made her cringe, but the bite succeeded in making the insect jerk its dick out of her mouth and allowed her to close it. However no such option was available of the one currently under her dress, and so despite the pain of having something so thick slam into her tender pussy Grozny could only lay there and endure, wincing every time the Sac Bug slammed its ovipositor into her too harshly.

Of all the things she expected when she accepted this mission, being bred by an insect was not one of them.

As if that thought was the trigger the insect chittered under her dress, mandibles grazing her stomach and its ovipositor jamming in deep, knocking the air from her lungs with each successive thrust and leaving her thighs twitching and trembling, puffy folds grazed by its sizeable shaft-

-when it came. Gloopy fluid spurted inside of her but what she felt more was the rounded eggs that it pushed into her depths, one after the other, and even as Grozny kicked and struggled she couldn't free herself of the bugs restraining her limbs and keeping her pinned against the stump – forcing her to accept the eggs their kin laid in her womb.

Soon enough the Sac Bug pulled out.

And then next one came, breeding her eagerly.

X-x-X

Gromky saw Grozny be tackled by the insect.

She, too, narrowly avoided meeting the same fate – whacking the insect with her rigging and crushing its flimsy body. Alas the swarm did not relent and several more lunged at her, unheeding of the shells she lobbed – until soon her rigging was nibbled through and it fell from her back, her connection to it literally severed and rendering it little more than a hunk of cold metal.

And in its absence, the Sac Bugs were free to target her.

''A-Ahh! Get it off~!''

Gromky's cry went unheeded, the blue-haired Destroyer flailing her arms behind her as several of the bugs skittered up her back. Her hat was knocked off as one of the bugs tried to mount her head but she grabbed it and threw it off, reaching behind her as she stumbled around before managing to grab another of the bugs by their bony legs, throwing that one too off and sending it tumbling into the surrounding horde – but a third remained on her back, evading her grabs.

Then another Sac Bug skittered up her right leg. It went up her skirt and she squeaked as its mandibles bit into her panties and ripped them apart, falling off in the process and allowing her to stomp it to death. Gromky didn't immediately think anything of it, assuming it was just trying to get at her flesh – until she felt the long, thick ovipositor of the Sac Bug on her back brush between her legs, confusion turning into dawning comprehension.

Then without warning it jerked its body, and penetrated her.

''Hyaah!'' Gromky screamed, staggering. ''H-Hey, what- ah!''

The Sac Bug dug its bony legs into her sides and hurriedly started thrusting its ovipositor into her, the curved appendage pushing between her smooth petals and plunging deep within her, the hurried motions making her wince and gasp. The sensation of having something inside of her was an entirely new one to Gromky and the blue-haired girl struggled to stay standing because of it, the sting of losing her first time mild compared to the fullness in her private parts.

Blindly she swatted behind her, twisting and turning to try and get the thing off of her – but the other Sac Bugs weren't idle either. They climbed up her legs or jumped into her, startling shrieks out of her and forcing her to throw them off hurriedly; a task made much harder when she had a bug on her lower back fucking her from behind, her thighs momentarily weak each time it jammed its insectoid cock into her.

''Ah- nn! Take it... o-out...!'' A weak whimper escaped Gromky.

Another Sac Bug leapt on her then and grabbed onto her stomach, the tight grip of its legs making her cry out. She grabbed it and tried to pull it off but another bug went for her face so she had to grab that one instead, throwing it off and then swatting aside another – and in the short time that took the other Sac Bug brushed the tip of its ovipositor against her clit, and then shoved itself into her narrow pussy as well.

The sensation of having two bug cocks in her was almost too much for Gromky; her tight pussy stretched to accommodate the two ovipositors. The spike of pain made her cry out and her knees finally gave out, sending Gromky to her knees as the two Sac Bugs eagerly jammed themselves up into her formerly-virgin hole, moving in unison and stirring her tender insides up. Even thinking became a challenge and she barely had the strength to keep fighting off the other bugs.

The sight of the swarm still coming for her, though, gave her some sort of desperate strength. Ignoring the two bugs still raping her Gromky managed to stagger back to her feet and half-ran, half-stumbled away from the swarm, gasping and stumbling as the insectoid dicks entered her again and again. It sent a flash of white through her mind each time, her narrow pussy clenching down on the two dicks but only serving to encourage the creatures more than anything else, their ovipositors scraping her inner walls as she they plundered her depths.

''S-Some- one! H-Help us!'' Her words were forced up into a cry with every thrust, her legs growing weak again, her mind light-

-and then with twin, chittering noises a flood of fluid poured inside of her. Countless eggs came with them and Gromky's legs gave out, sending her to her knees as she felt herself be impregnated, a violent shudder spasming through the petite Destroyer as they laid their eggs in her. She tried to stand again, to push the bugs off of her, but they were locked on tight now and not letting go anytime soon.

The swarm caught up with her as well, dozens of more angry Sac Bugs surrounding her – and Gromky's cries were lost to the chittering of their mandibles as her mouth was stuffed with insectoid cock, her petite body now theirs to breed.

X-x-X

Wakatsuki had the most success holding her own against the swarm of bugs.

Between her twin-barrelled main gun, her depth charges and katana, and she was able to cut and blast anything that got too near her. However when Grozny and Gromky were knocked out of her sight and presumably claimed by the horde, she had no choice but to run – she wouldn't be able to hold back the bugs and falling to them would be as good as condemning the two Northerns anyway. Help was what she needed.

Which is why she ran. Turning tail she sprinted downhill as fast as her legs could carry her, leaping from rock to rock where possible – but as if to spite her one rock turned out to be unstable, shifting when she landed on it and sending her falling with a yell. Her momentum carried her downhill, however; sending her tumbling over herself for easily two dozen feet before she hit another rock and went over it – and the wind was knocked out of her as she hit a tree.

Exhaling harshly Wakatsuki slumped back against it, her lungs refusing to take in air no matter how hard she tried – a tight spasm rocking her chest and filling her with instinctual panic. As did the sight of a horde of insect skittering through the dirt and ground cover towards her, still numbering in easily a hundred plus if not several hundred, seeming to pour out from their nest non-stop.

A mercy came as her lungs remembered how to work again and she stumbled to her feet, turning past the tree and running through some vines-

Only to get stuck.

Fear was a cold stab up her spine. She still had her katana so she started swiping – only to hit nothing. Her katana, in fact, was not in her hand. It took her panicked and disoriented mind a solid few seconds to realise she must've dropped it when she fell, but when was completely unknown to her. When she tumbled? When she hit the rock? When she hit the tree? She couldn't remember through the fog of panic.

And soon the bugs were upon her. Their chittering gave them away as they swarmed up the two trees on either side of her, the sticky green vines winding between them and several other nearby trees. However no matter how much she struggled Wakatsuki couldn't free herself, the sticky vines clinging to her body and when she tried to pull them away her hands became stuck too. Left with no other option and out of depth charges she resigned herself to using her main gun and fired-

But it missed. The turret, too, was stuck in the vines and the barrel was aiming too far up, causing the shell to helpless shoot up through the canopy.

'N-No way...' Wakatsuki thought in silent terror, feeling the bugs climb up her body.

Her rigging was targeted first. Whether they just had a taste for metal or identified it as her main method of attack she didn't know, but the metal binding it to her lower back was chewed through and it was left dangling behind her; suspended by the vines but no longer connected to her. One Sac Bug in particular climbed up her front, her dress bulging out as it pressed itself into her stomach and brushed its ovipositor against her panty-clad pussy, her underwear being the only thing protecting her chastity.

Until another Sac Bug came to its kin's aid and bit through her panties, exposing her nether lips to the hot jungle air. Not a second later Wakatsuki's shrill shriek echoed through the dense forestry as her virginity was claimed by the insect – its thick ovipositor plunging between her petals and forcing itself deep into her.

It didn't even give her the mercy of adjusting to its sizeable insectoid cock, instead pulling back almost immediately before plunging right back on in. With little warning between thrusts the insect jammed its ovipositor up into her formerly-virgin hole, its cock thick and like a battering ram as it stuffed up into her hole, going in completely dry too on top of all that. The pain made her gasp and cry out but the violation was what brought her the most shame, her expression scrunched up as she shut her eyes, trying in vain to ignore what was happening.

A task made much harder as a second Sac Bug crawled up her lower back, its narrow tip grazing her asshole-

-and then it shoved itself in her backdoor too. Wakatsuki screamed – and another Sac Bug shoved itself into her mouth too, its cock curving down her throat as it grabbed onto her face, bony legs digging into her sides of her head and its body pressing against her forehead, jerking her head back-and-forth as it plunged its insectoid cock down her throat. With her hands stuck to the vines she didn't even have the option of yanking them off, left utterly at their mercy as her pussy, asshole and mouth was used by the creepy crawlies.

They were not kind about it either. Digging their sharp legs into her sides and head they jerked their small bodies back-and-forth, scraping her insides and hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. It took all she had to not gag as the ovipositor down her throat but there was little she could do to quell the spasms in her lower half; the sensation of their insectoid cocks scraping her insides making her stuck legs jerk and writhe in their bindings.

''Mnnph!'' Wakatsuki cried out past the ovipositor in her mouth – only serving to make her choke and gag on it more.

The other Sac Bugs set about stripping her nude; their mandibles biting fabric and ripping it off bit by bit, traversing the sticky vines as if they weren't an issue at all. Wakatsuki's face burned with humiliation as she quickly found herself completely nude, tied up in vines as she was and several more Sac Bugs climbing onto her, biting at different parts of her body or simply thrusting their cocks along her skin.

All of them were though were steadily pushed from her mind – but the same couldn't be said for the trio violating her holes, stuffing her holes faster and harsher, battering their insectoid cocks into her holes without mercy.

Then without warning a gush of fluid filled her abused pussy, numerous eggs filling her womb – her asshole too soon facing the same fate, a muffled cry escaping Wakatsuki as she felt the eggs fill her ass, preluding the spew that went down her throat, the sticky eggs slithering their way down her gullet against her will.

Only when they were finished laying their eggs in her did the three Sac Bugs pull out and climb off.

But many more were ready to take their place, and with an entire swarm of them looming around her-

Well, the bugs were intent on replenishing their numbers and then some, that much was clear.

Whether she wanted to be their broodmare or not.

[END]

Chapter Text

While some like Wakatsuki were sent ahead as a vanguard, Manchester and Glasgow had a different objective.

Namely, finding a decent spot to set up a camp.

Though they hadn't been ordered to by HQ Amagi had taken the liberty of bringing along enough equipment to set up a proper camp – tents, firepits, tinned rations and plenty of water, all of it of course stored within her hull and able to be brought forth through her rigging. However with her preoccupied with leading the fleet through the harsher-than-expected jungle, she'd delegated the duty to Manchester, with Glasgow as her assistant.

The green-eyed maid took to her newfound duty with enthusiasm. Though camping wasn't her forte she liked to think she had a good sense of things, and because of that she was confident in leading Glasgow a little behind the fleet. With them numbering in the several dozen the tracks left behind were too prominent to miss; bushes trudged or cut down in a rough, winding path through the jungle, enabling Manchester to follow along without issue.

She looked around as they walked, taking her time examining her surroundings. Given that they were in a jungle it was fair to assume that there'd be poisonous plants and venomous insects, so the less foliage the better. Additionally less foliage meant less cover for monster to hide under and gave them clearer lines-of-sight – an important fact when one considered that they were, at their core, warships. They were designed to fight on the open ocean kilometres apart if not tens of kilometres in some rare cases, not within a couple dozen metres. Though they could handle the splash of their own guns somewhat, it was far from preferable.

Unfortunately such open spaces, at least in the jungle, were basically non-existent, so Manchester would have to content herself to just a modest open space.

Venturing slightly off the path Manchester looked about, a log over to her right that might make a good defensive line, but the spot behind it was filled with water – a small pond caused by rain, perhaps, and so useless for the purposes of a camp. However just as she was about to turn away she noticed rock further behind it, higher up near the canopy; the grey-black stone standing out against the browns and greens of the jungle.

''Hm? What is it? Ye see somethin'?'' Glasgow inquired curiously, peering over her shoulder.

''Mm... maybe yeah. C'mon, let's go give it a look.'' Manchester responded with a little grin.

Frowning Glasgow looked around, then sighed. ''Fine. Just dinnae go too far off the path alright? I'd hate to be lost in this bloody place.''

Manchester just hummed an agreement, using her rigging to brush aside any suspicious-looking plants and wading her way through them. In the distance and all around the sounds of the jungle joined the rustling of the leaves; the buzzing of insects, the distant snaps of branches, and if she strained her hearing every so often she could hear shellfire and the howl of a dying monster before the jungle returned to its natural state once more.

The green-eyed maid shook off her thoughts, glancing up to where the rock was. It was clearer now, and as she approached more she realised it wasn't just in the trees but actually part of a cliff – the other side of the cliff about a dozen or so feet to the left, forming a valley between them. Hope ignited in her chest and a grin soon lit up Manchester's face. Where better to set up a choke point than a valley?

''Thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?'' Manchester grinned over at her fellow maid.

Glasgow frowned at her, small nose scrunched in confusion. ''That I'd much rather be back with the fleet?''

''Oh come on, ain't that bad.'' Manchester waggled a finger. ''Come on. We'll go in and have a peek, check it's free of beasties and then head on back to Amagi. She'll be chuffed to know we found a place so soon!''

''Yeah, guess ye got a point there.'' Glasgow sighed before straightening her shoulders. ''Right then. Lead the way.''

''Ha! That's the spirit.'' Manchester grinned and began to march into the valley.

Glasgow followed but a sudden feeling of being watched made her pause, frowning as she looked over her shoulder. Shrubs, canopy, trunks. Nothing.

With some effort she shrugged it off and kept walking, prepared to respond if it was a threat but trying to tell herself it was just nerves – she was pretty dang anxious after all.

When nothing leapt out of the bushes at her back she dared relax a tiny bit, hurrying after Manchester as the silver-haired maid earnestly marched her way through the shrubbery, cautious but still eager to be helpful to the fleet. The rocky walls of the valley opened up further as they got away from the entrance point, forming an ovular shape with a semi-clear path through the centre; shrubs unusually absent and confined mostly to the sides of the valley.

Manchester inspected the oddity with curious eyes, her gaze falling – and stopped. There, near the base of the plants, was a bunch of rocks. Small pebbles arranged in a curve, and as she took a few more steps forwards she realised that the curve formed a line dividing the plants and the pathway. The placement of stones was far too deliberate to be a natural formation, with little indents made in the dirt for the stones to rest upon – and as she knelt down, she realised that the reason there was even a path in the first place was because something had ripped out the plants, deliberately creating a pathway between the borders.

Almost like this was a garden.

The sound of a snapping branch instantly brought Manchester back to her feet, guns aiming up towards the canopies as Glasgow got behind her, the two cruisers back-to-back. Between them they had a lot of firepower, their riggings combined bringing forth shy of twenty cruiser-grade guns, but that didn't do much to quell their sudden unease.

''Something's here.'' Manchester murmured.

''Ye don't say.'' Glasgow bit back.

''Don't get snippy with me, alright?''

''I did say I'd rather be back with the fleet.'' Glasgow drawled, not taking her eyes off of the surrounding jungle. ''Dinnae ken why I listen to you sometimes.''

''Because you owe me for saving your butt that one time back in the channel.''

''Tch, fairs fair. Even now we are, right?''

Manchester smiled tightly but didn't answer, ears keenly honed for the slightest of sounds. Glasgow likewise fell into silence but the maid's unease was evident with how she shifted and turned slightly, her gaze more frenetic as it jumped from bush to bush, searching for evidence of their fears. They didn't present themselves, however; always too quick to be seen and leaving the two maids scouring the skies above for any sight of their stalkers.

The sudden rustling of leaves to Glasgow's right sent the flighty maid whirring around, guns raised... only for them to lower in surprise as she found nothing there.

Instead, rolling out from under the bush, was a single-

''...pebble?'' Glasgow frowned.

Manchester connected the dots, however, eyes wide. ''We need to- kyaa!''

Manchester's startled scream snapped Glasgow's gaze back onto her fellow maid; startled to find a monster on top of Manchester, having shoved her to the ground. It was strongly reminiscent of an ape, though which specific species was hard, if not impossible to tell. Standing upright on thick legs and with a vaguely humanoid musculature it stood a full head over the two maids in height, covered in short beige hair and with a monkey-like face, albeit with more prominent fangs and completely red, almost luminescent eyes.

''Shoot it!'' Manchester cried.

Glasgow snapped out of her shock and complied, spending less than a second to aim before opening fire. The monster – Lesser Ape she dubbed it, considering it resembled a weaker monkey than the likes of a gorilla – dodged with remarkable speed, though wasn't fast enough to evade all of her shells; three hitting their mark across its torso and knocking it back somewhat, but not reducing it to a fine red paste like a trio of cruiser-grade shells should've.

Rustling behind her was the only warning before Glasgow felt herself be tackled to the forest floor too. Yelping the maid tried to turn but the monster – another Lesser Ape – had grappled onto her rigging. Not just grabbed, but actively holding on even as she tried to throw it off, one hand holding it firm while another raked its sharp nails through the metal, gripping and yanking entire chunks off at a time. Her turrets couldn't traverse far enough to aim right behind her, leaving Glasgow mostly pinned under the monster as its weight kept her down.

Thinking fast she de-summoned her rigging. The lack of support sent the monster falling and Glasgow used the time to get up – and with a fiery yell swung her foot up and kicked the Lesser Ape in the jaw, jerking its head to one side and leaving it open for a proper punch in the nose, sending it onto its back.

''Bloody git!'' Glasgow barked at it, summoning her rigging again and – before it could recover – blasted it with her remaining two turrets. It didn't turn it into red paste either, but the AP shells blew big enough holes in its torso that the monster gurgled its last breath.

Alas it was not alone – a fact Glasgow became acquainted with as another Lesser Ape swung down from the branches and landed on her. A punch to the back of her head sent stars flashing through her eyes, her thoughts forced into disarray and leaving her only peripherally aware that she'd been sent to the floor, the wrenching of metal distant in her ears. It was only when a pair of meaty, humanoid hands grabbed her thighs that she shook off her disorientation and kicked out, hitting the monster and forcing it back.

Using her momentary window Glasgow scrambled back to her feet, getting a solid look at the Lesser Ape in front of her and noticing two more hanging back, seemingly also having just landed. Thinking fast she turned and broke out into a desperate sprint to gain some distance, de-summoning the bent remains of her rigging so she was a tad lighter, her legs aching from so suddenly running without a warm-up-

-and then she was once again tackled from behind. Glasgow shrieked as she fell, flailing an arm behind her only to cry out when the Lesser Ape bit her arm – not enough to do much in the way of damage but enough to leave a small hole, blood drawn. The thought became a minor concern though compared to the meaty hands that ripped the back of her skirt apart, her ass cheeks grabbed harshly before her pantyhose too was ripped open, exposing the plain white panties she wore underneath.

''G-Get away from me you bloody cockwomble!'' Glasgow barked back at it, kicking a foot out.

She struck its shin or something but it gave her a momentary escape, her knees digging into the dirt and lunging her forwards, enabling her to grab onto a tree to support herself – but she got no further before the Lesser Ape caught her hands and held them to the tree. It pressed its body against hers, its large cock pressing between her ass cheek and making Glasgow freeze up in fear, intimately the swollen organ push and grind against her ass, the tip soon grazing down and prodding her panty-clad sex, her underwear the only thing preserving her chastity.

Just as that thought struck the tip of the ape's cock tucked under the side of her underwear, pushing it aside and letting the head nuzzle her slit-

-and Glasgow shrieked as it slammed into her, unceremoniously claiming her first time. Though it may not have the barbs or spines that other monster cocks might possess the considerable girth easily put it in the same leagues as some of the biggest humans – and her only experience was her own fingers. The lack of of lube only made it sharper, the air punched from Glasgow's lungs as she clung onto the tree for dear life, her mind purged of all rational thought as she was so brutally deflowered.

Then the Lesser Ape hissed in her ear and pulled back – and she let out another shrill cry as it slammed inside of her once more, the deep penetration kissing her cervix. The monster pressed itself against her so she couldn't struggle her way free, her hands held in an ungodly tight grip and leaving her totally at the mercy of the larger male monster, its groin smacking against her pantyhose-covered ass cheeks as it rutted her over and over again, each successive thrust quicker than the last. Quicker, and harsher.

''Mn! Fuck ye- hn! Agh!'' Glasgow could barely get a word out; gasping and wheezing as the thick monkey cock speared between her petals and banged on the gates of her womb, utterly ruining her pussy with every bestial thrust. ''S-Stop it, I ruddy said-!''

The Lesser Ape snarled into the back of her head, hot breath washing over her nape and making Glasgow reflexively whimper, primal fear rooting her in her place. Which just made it even easier for the Lesser Ape to jam its swollen cock into her, pounding her pussy with the ferocious expected of such an animal – no rhythm or tenderness to be found but raw, ball-slapping sex that made her gasp and cry out, her nails digging into the bark of the tree as it mated with her against her will.

Her legs shifted further apart to try and lessen the pain in her crotch but if anything that just made the monster fuck her even harder, taking it as a sign she wanted it. Cries tumbled from Glasgow's lips as she felt the sizeable monster cock part her insides and slam up against her depths, the bestial pace reminding her of some naughty scenes in her erotica novels she read – but the pain was so much hotter and the grip it had on her wrists so much tighter that it was hard to enjoy it.

Hard, but not impossible, judging by how wet she was.

''S-Stop...!'' Glasgow rasped out, bowing her head as the beast clapped her ass, her cheeks sore from the harsh impacts and her pussy aching as it scraped her walls with its large girth. ''I-I can't take it... a-anymore...!''

As if in response the Lesser Ape hastened its animalistic thrusts, its girth pulsating between her quivering walls as it slammed into her cunt, the sopping smack of its entry echoing through the surrounding jungle-

-until with a hoot not dissimilar to that of a monkey the Lesser Ape came. Glasgow staggered as she felt the torrent of thick sticky seed pour into her pussy, her eyes bulging as she realised it was impregnating her, but she was still helpless to fight back – able to just stand there and grit her teeth as her womb was filled to the brim with monkey seed, her insides unconsciously squeezing every last drop from the monster's large cock.

For a moment, Glasgow thought it was done.

That was until the Lesser Ape shoved her to the ground and, without pulling out, gleefully continued to breed her.

Her cries for help going unheeded.

X-x-X

Manchester, upon her attacker being distracted, saw her opportunity and hurriedly got to her feet – finishing off her distracted opponent before it could react.

However she quickly realised the enormity of her mistake as several more Lesser Apes descended from the trees. Even as she hurriedly backed up while firing she wouldn't be able to down them all; if anything it was a miracle she managed to nail one in the head and kill it outright, but the other two closed in far quicker than she could counter.

Until soon, they had a hold on her.

''Ah-!''

A meaty hand around her wrist threw her to the ground, sending her awkwardly tumbling for a solid second or two before managing to find her footing – but then the other Lesser Ape was behind her, its big hands grabbing the metal connectors of her rigging and ripping them off brutally – severing her connection to her own weaponry in an instant, leaving her with just a smokestack on her back. That too was wrenched off and she found herself thrown to the ground with the motion, a wince marring her visage as she tried to get up.

She succeeded. And then the second she was standing the Lesser Ape in front of her suddenly lunged out, its hairy fingers curling down into her dress – and Manchester screamed as it ripped the front of her dress off, her strapless bra coming off with it and leaving her breasts bare to the monsters. Redness coloured her cheeks and she covered her boobs with one arm, glaring angrily at the creatures.

That became the least of her concerns though as the monkey-like monster from behind grabbed her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides as it got behind her, a deep rumble coming up from its chest and sending a shiver running through her. The other Lesser Ape in front of her though grabbed her tits; forcing a gasp out of Manchester as the beast slowly kneaded her tits, its grip a bit rough and making her wince but at least it wasn't killing her outright.

She flinched as the two Lesser Ape hooted at one another; a sharp, animalistic sound made all the louder with how close both of them were. Manchester just kept her head down and said nothing, eyes screwing shut as the Lesser Ape in front of her kept kneading her breasts, as if curious and experimenting with her chest. Given all of the monster they'd seen thus far were male, she was probably the first female they'd ever seen.

Suddenly, the realisation of what they planned to do with her became starkly evident.

Just as that thought struck the two Lesser Apes apparently came to an agreement – and Manchester yelped as the one in front of her grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Its large thumb grazed over her white underwear and her face grew scarlet as it tucked her panties to one side, allowing the bulbous tip of its cock to push up against her nether lips. Instantly she began to struggle, panic a jolt up her throat, but the hands binding her arms refused to relent and the hand on her ass kept her steady as the tip pushed in-

-and Manchester cried out at the top of her lungs as the monkey's thick girth penetrated her. Though it went in somewhat slowly it didn't prepare her for how girthy it was, stretching her open as her first time was roughly stolen by the beast. As if to add insult to injury the other Lesser Ape behind her probed at her asshole, serving as her only warning before her backdoor was penetrated as well, the air fucked from her lungs as the two big-dicked monsters claimed her.

Then with a sudden buck of their hips, they slammed inside.

''Bollocks!'' Manchester barked out, throwing her head back with eyes tightly shut. ''B-Bloody hurts-!''

Any further curses were rendered null and void as the two Lesser Apes started to thrust, drawing their dicks out to the tips before slamming back inside of her. There was a tentative rhythm to the motion that rapidly began to degrade as the two monsters submitted to their primal instincts; grunts and hisses escaping them as they jerked their hips forwards and slammed their cocks into her helpless pussy and tight asshole, her two holes harshly filled with monster dick.

Manchester tried to struggle, she really did, but with them restraining her arms and gripping her ass cheeks she was for all intents and purposes stuck – left suspended between the muscled monsters as they forced their cocks into her unwilling holes. With every successive thrust the two apes became less coordinated; the one behind her shoving its dick deep inside of her ass and grunting in delight while the one in her pussy favoured longer thrusts, slamming itself up to the hilt within her each time and battering her cervix with its large cock.

Their hands, too, were not idle. The Lesser Ape in front of her soon released her ass cheeks and instead grabbed at her tits again, kneading her breasts so roughly it knocked the air from her lungs. Without anything to hold her ass either all her weight was on her arms as the other ape held her up, leaving her practically dangling as the two beasts had their way with her, burying their dicks in her holes and bruising her breasts with how they played with her tits.

''Nn...! Hnf, st- ah!''

Speaking was impossible with such girthy dicks slamming into her tender holes, her mind frazzled and thoughts in disarray – the harsh smack of their hairy flesh against hers ringing out. Distantly she heard Glasgow crying out as well, the telltale slap of flesh betraying the fact she was being bred too, but Manchester couldn't see her anywhere nearby. The thought that her one and only ally nearby was also being defiled made shame well up in her throat, offering her a tempting distraction from the pain wracking her body.

An option made much harder as the two Lesser Apes howled, the monkey-esque noise ringing in her ears as the two monsters sped up – their hurried motions betraying their nearing climaxes. She screwed her eyes shut, enduring the thumps to her cervix or gropes to her chest. The more she tensed the more acutely she felt their cocks slamming into her, doing her raw and about to impregnate her, but without a way to avert her fate all Manchester could do is brace for the inevitable-

-and a second later the inevitable came as a torrent of warmth erupted into her womb. She gasped at the heat of the beast's seed, her face twisting into discomfort as similarly-thick gushes of semen shot into her asshole, rope after rope of it splattering across her insides and making her shudder violently in their hold, a whimper passing her lips as they kept cumming far longer than a normal human would, as if to guarantee she'd get pregnant.

A shudder roiled through her and she whimpered as the gushes turned into meagre spurts of semen, their orgasms coming to an end at last.

'...are they... done...?'

Manchester got her answer as the two Lesser Apes suddenly resumed raping her; gaining a second wind as they eagerly ploughed her pussy and asshole, her cries going unheeded.

[END]

Chapter Text

Javelin found herself serving as the rearguard for the 'jungle fleet', as they had come to name themselves.

Unofficially anyway, she was pretty sure Amagi could come up with a cooler name than that, but she wasn't too bothered herself. Twirling her namesake weapon around in her right hand she swept her eyes over the trees around them, cringing when she saw a small spider skitter over some bark. One thing she'd quickly come to dislike about being assigned to this fleet was that she had to deal with gross insects... although then again the fleets investigating the forest and swamp probably had it just as bad, if not worse.

Pursing her lips Javelin took a second to check herself over to make sure she didn't have any bugs on her before looking about, spotting where the rest of the fleet was and hurrying to catch up with them. Thus far they'd encountered limited opposition mostly in the form of bats, small insects or the occasional other creature, but otherwise the walk thus far had been a cakewalk. Almost too much so.

She shook her head slowly, looking about. The fleet had neared a large fallen tree that had blocked their path and from the rear she couldn't hear much of the discussion at the front, but after a minute or two the fleet as a whole began to shift left, going downhill.

Javelin couldn't blame them; the only other visible route was to trek up a steep-looking hill, and she doubted the vanguard had gone that way.

Sighing Javelin followed behind Kitakaze as her fellow Destroyer took the lead; the two of them trailing slightly behind the rest of the fleet so there was space. The descent down the hill was somewhat steep and the passage narrow, the earth splintering down into a narrow crevasse almost before curving back up onto flat-ish ground – as such, space was imperative in the event they were ambushed. Though that had the unsettling fact that it meant Javelin was near the back of the group, and away from the safe centre. The woes of being a Destroyer, she supposed.

''Be at ease.'' Kitakaze called out to her then from a few feet ahead, a slight smile on the Destroyer's lips as she hefted her bafflingly big katana with her. ''No monsters shall grab you while I am here.''

''Aha, thanks. Means a lot.'' Javelin laughed nervously, peeking over her shoulder. ''I really hope we don't run into any spiders, I'm a bit scared of them, you know?''

''Understandable.'' Kitakaze nodded, eyes forwards as she carefully descended down through the trench. ''Let us hope then our foes are monkeys.''

The light joke made Javelin smile, a bit of tension leaving her shoulders. They stuck a bit closer to the fleet as they got through the deepest part of the trench and before they knew it they crested back up onto flat land. The rest of the fleet was already moving ahead, the jungle ahead of them dense but those at the front carving a path using their weapons, their feet and boots trudging down anything else and leaving a decent route for them to follow.

Javelin, reluctantly, slowed down to build some space – there was no point of a rearguard if she was just ten feet away from her friends after all; in that time a monster could cross it in just a second. How far she needed to be wasn't stated but experience told her a decent bit – enough that they were well within sight but far enough that she could give a few seconds of warning. As a result though the general thrum of chatter coming from the fleet became a faint buzz; indecipherable over distance and leaving her with only the oppressive jungle ambience to accompany her.

Kitakaze elbowed her and smiled before carrying on, slowly following after the main fleet. Javelin followed and despite her anxiety took up the rearmost position, if only to spare the others the same anxiety – the twisting of her gut keeping her senses sharp if nothing else. Without the clamour of the fleet walking and talking the jungle's noises became so much clearer; the distant snaps of branches that echoed, the hooting of some unseen creature, muted shellfire from miles away and last but not least the rustling of leaves.

'Maybe I'm overreact-'

Something sticky hit her shoulder – and a scream fled Javelin as she was suddenly launched upwards. Branches and leaves scraped against her arms as she flew up into the canopy only for her momentum to suddenly jerk to a halt, nearly giving her whiplash as she hung there in a daze, suspended by the stickiness on her right shoulder.

Regaining some coherency Javelin tilted her head to look... and rapidly paled as she found what was unmistakably webs on her shoulder, forming a sticky rope that went further and further up – and Javelin froze solid as she found the web attached to the maw of an enormous spider. With a dark green, almost khaki-covered body it blended in with the trees and moved through them with equal macabre grace, barely rustling the branches as it approached her.

She opened her mouth to scream – and then in the blink of an eye it spat webs at her face. The white sticky gossamer webbed over her mouth and neck, just shy of hitting her nose and instantly reducing Javelin's would-be scream to a muffled noise, barely audible beyond a few feet. The realisation only fuelled the panic in her system but before she could hope to think rationally the Giant Spider shot another slew of webs at her; her limbs all quickly webbed against nearby branches and leaving her hanging in a starfish position.

'Oh god oh god oh god-!' Javelin hyperventilated, screwing her eyes shut.

But rather than eat her when she was at her most vulnerable, the Giant Spider instead shifted slightly closer... and Javelin froze as something grazed her inner-thigh. Looking down she was paralysed with terror as she saw what was unmistakably a giant, curved ovipositor protruding from the Giant Spider's abdomen, the shaft ribbed with tiny bumps and the very tip soon pushing against her panty-clad pussy.

'Wait no no no, it can't- it must mistake me as a mate right? There's no way, it can't-' Javelin's thoughts became a mess as she devolved into hysteria.

Yet no amount of denials stopped the Giant Spider from pushing and rubbing the tip of its ovipositor against her virgin nether lips, pressing her panties in as much as the fabric would allow. The creature shifted then and although she avoided looking at it directly she sensed it growing agitated, the thought only heightening her fear. A fear not unwarranted as she felt the tip press against her underwear more harshly, the material digging into her hips painfully, her heart in her throat-!

When the material tore, and the ovipositor slammed into her pussy.

Had she not been webbed Javelin's scream no doubt would've carried for miles, her head jerking back and her whole body seizing up as the large ovipositor abruptly buried itself inside of her. There was no gradual penetration nor any lubrication to ease her in; one moment it was outside and then in the next it was buried deep inside of her vagina, the tip pressing up against her innermost parts. The pain hit a split-second later, a wave of searing agony that made Javelin cry out into the webs muffling her face, shaking her head in some futile attempt to get them off.

The Giant Spider spared her no mercy. Making a quiet chittering sound with its mandibles it reared its lower body back before slamming itself between her petals once more, fucking a muffled scream out of Javelin as the penis-like appendage slammed into her once more, the bumps upon its ovipositor scraping her stretched insides. The size difference between her insides and its appendage was so big a bulge could be seen in her groin, a whimpering cry forcing its way out of Javelin as the arthropod ruthlessly kept shoving its appendage inside of her narrow pussy.

It hurt. It was so big it was stretching her out and she could feel the very tip bashing against her cervix, trying to force itself through that final barrier – and just as that fearful thought struck, it did. The stab of pain was oddly muted by the shock of it as the Giant Spider's curved ovipositor forced its way through her cervix and into her very womb, the tip thundering up into her pelvis with every jamming thrust. It wasn't a smooth, repetitive motion, but a slow recoil before it jolted forth, each thrust staggered yet nonetheless making Javelin cry out into her bindings, her tender pussy ploughed by the unsightly bug.

'S-Someone, help, please!'

Yet nobody came to answer Javelin's unspoken plea; her eyes tearing up from both despair and pain as the spider's appendage rammed up against her pelvis, stuffing her pussy to the brim with every thrust and nearly knocking her out from the overstimulation. Her legs and arms remained bound and when she finally had the sense to try and summon her rigging it failed to; the various branches behind her in the way. Even her trusty javelin was of no use, her arm practically immobile with it webbed to the branch behind her.

The Giant Spider made another high-pitched hiss with its mandibles, and a fresh cry escaped Javelin as it bucked its abdomen more, bruising her insides with how roughly its ovipositor slammed up into her. The bumps upon it raked her walls and forced her cervix open even wider, the unnatural sensation making her see stars behind her eyes, her mind light-

-and then abruptly something sticky gushed inside of her. With it came spurts of what was unmistakably eggs, the little balls slightly fuzzy as they nestled into her bruised womb, gushing inside her in spurts over and over again until it felt like her womb was full of them, the sensation nearly making her sick.

'...is it over...?'

It was.

And because of that the Giant Spider spewed more webs at her, using its forelimbs to wind it around her more and more, binding her legs together and her arms to her sides. Renewed panic, renewed terror soared up within Javelin and she struggled with all her might, crying out for help that would never come.

Until eventually she was entirely encased in a cocoon of spider silk, her barely-squirming form laid on the Giant Spider's web for safekeeping.

X-x-X

Kitakaze heard Javelin scream.

However, much to her shock, when she spun around the Destroyer was nowhere to be seen.

No telltale rustle of bushes, no distant cries for help, nothing. It was like she fell down a mile-long pit and vanished, but when Kitakaze rushed over to where she last saw Javelin there was no such thing. She looked about, but frustratingly the high shrubbery made following tracks impossible, with the only clear path being the one the main fleet had travelled – and there was no tracks there that led away into the shrubs, not that she could tell.

The other Destroyers she was with came up to her, worriedly calling out to their missing comrade, but Kitakaze wasn't surprised when no cries came back. The way her scream had cut off so abruptly made it sound like she was knocked out or, worse, the monster had silenced her quite forcefully. From what she'd seen thus far from their spats with the monsters, what they lacked in durability was more than made up for with their cutting power or crushing strength, so much so that even rigging couldn't handle it.

Or perhaps, their rigging was uniquely weak to them. A small part of her mind whispered.

She chased off the thought, though the prospect troubled her all the same. After a second more she shook it off and barked out orders to her fellows, telling them to spread out – and, with some measure of reluctance, sent one of their own to hurry over to the main fleet to inform them of what happened, and to continue on. With just over a dozen Destroyers gathered in a semi-open part of the jungle, she was confident they could handle a few bugs. No need to tie down the whole operation, especially when disabling the mysterious Mirror Sea of this island could well and truly get rid of the monsters.

Hopeless optimism? Perhaps.

Gripping her sheathed katana cautiously Kitakaze slowly made her way away from the others – all of them fanning out with equal distance between them, a usual tactic against Submarines and the sorts to make sure none got through the 'net' and hit their capital ships. All of them were thankfully armed with melee weapons so they had little issue cutting through the thick forestry or brushing aside poisonous-looking plants, enabling them to to avoid any injuries.

The jungle though quickly got a bit denser; tree trunks blocking lines of sight and the ground becoming uneven, some spots higher than others. Kitakaze found herself trudging through some undergrowth, the little trench she found herself walking through cut off from above by the thick plants and leaving her distinctly isolated. Because of that she kept her guard up, prepared to attack the first thing she saw, humanoid or not.

However that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the prettiness of the little trench. The canopy left the area pleasantly warm yet also shaded, the humidity appreciable as opposed to detestable. Additionally she soon noticed a butterfly passing her by, coming from somewhere beyond the trench and fluttering its way down. It was an eye-catching thing with its lilac wings, shedding a faint silver dust as it flew and completely ignoring her as most normal insects tended to do. At best it made a slight deviation in its path to get around her, but otherwise did nothing else.

She followed it with her eyes, not even noticing when she started to follow on foot too – meandering deeper into the trench and then into an odd cut in the earth, the dirt and mud that composed the forest floor parting like a gash in the earth only a few feet deep.

And within it, she found a bug.

For a moment she considered drawing her sword. Yet in the same instant the thought was... quelled, somewhat. The bug wasn't threatening her. It was just hovering there, its body a light grey whilst its wings were a beautiful lilac that bordered on a snowy white, the intricate line of gold around the inner rim of the wings captivating. It was like a moth, that she dimly noted, with four short wings that made a faint buzzing sound as they flapped in rapid sequence, keeping the insect aloft – an insect the size of her torso easily, its silver-grey body topping in an expectedly bug-like head, but its eyes... they were like prisms, constantly shifting in colour and tones even when she was stood still.

So beautiful was the moth – the Mothgywn, she named it for its wings – that when it approached her, she didn't draw her sword. Instead she let her hand fall to the side and dropped her sword, captivated by the insect as it got within arms reach, then close enough she could probably touch it just by leaning forwards. She needn't have bothered though as the insect closed the distance first, its eight thin legs grappling onto her sides and pushing its body flush against hers. Dimly she was aware of a curved ovipositor coming out of its abdomen, but her thoughts felt too slow to really process it.

Nor was she capable of processing things as she reached down; ripping a hole in her pantyhose and tucking her panties to one side, revealing her smooth pussy to the creature. In response its curved ovipositor brushed against her nether lips – and then painlessly it penetrated her.

It was an odd sensation, Kitakaze had to admit. She felt it enter her. She felt her virginity be taken by the insect. Yet she only felt pleasantly numb, like just waking up from a long sleep and still yet to have regained full mobility of her limbs. So pleasant was the sensation that she just continued to stand there, basking in it even as the insect pressed its body into her torso, thrusting itself into her formerly-virgin pussy, its ovipositor scratching all the right spots to make her sigh in content.

'So much better than my fingers.' Kitakaze dimly mused.

It was all she could muse, really. The thought took ages to process and even as she continued to roll the syllables around in her mind the insect continued moving, its dick-like appendage soon pushing up against her innermost parts. Its movements were becoming faster, she noticed, another sigh of pleasure escaping her as she was mated with. Maybe she should call the others and have them join her, so they could feel this good too. She knew she'd be jealous if the others felt it and didn't share.

Alas she couldn't really move with the insect thrusting into. Thus she remained content to just stay there, shifting her legs a little wider apart to give the insect easier access, although quickly moved her legs closer together after just a few thrusts – the angle making every thrust scrape her insides that much easier, granting her even greater pleasure. The hastening thrusts of the overgrown moth made her bit her bottom lip, her eyes fixated on its hypnotising wings as it edged her closer-

-and then Kitakaze came. It was not an explosive, scream-inducing climax but a sudden sharp tensing of muscle, her body locking up as she sucked in a breath, then let it out in a slow, hissed exhale. It felt... incredible. Not just to cum like that but how slow it felt, her orgasm dragged out and letting her taste every second of it, her legs quaking as her juices trickled down her inner-thighs. She was soaking wet down there, she dimly noted. Her pantyhose would be a bit messy.

The Mothgywn was also putting something inside of her too; its ovipositor throbbing as multiple small things pushed into her womb, the sensation making her moan softly. It felt good too. Everything felt good.

The Mothgywn soon unhanded her – unlegged her? – and floated back, before a second later it glowed brighter than before-

And then Kitakaze found herself wondering why she was standing there.

''Huh...?'' The Destroyer blinked, rubbing at her eyes.

She was staring into an empty indent in the ground, a pocket of dirt at best. Nothing was there.

''...what's so interesting about that?'' Kitakaze murmured with a frown, shaking her head. ''What was I doing...? Right, looking for Javelin...''

As if a segment of time had been cut out of her mind Kitakaze continued on her way through and out of the trench, never stopping to wonder why her crotch felt especially warm, nor why her legs felt numb as if stood still for an extended period of time.

The only real evidence left being the eggs nestled deep in her womb.

[END]

Chapter Text

Akatsuki was worried.

Not a new thing, admittedly; she wasn't good at keeping her fight-or-flight at bay for long. Being stuck in a jungle rife with monsters of alien and fantastical nature sure as hell didn't help with that fact. Every snap of a branch and distant hoot of some unseen creature sent her head whipping about looking for it, anxiety bubbling up within her and frequently bursting out in the form of a squeak or yelp.

Mercifully Kuroshio tagged along with her as they searched for Javelin. The two of them shared much in common, both being ninjas – well, Kuroshio leaned more towards kunoichi but Akatsuki considered them one in the same really – so it was only natural they worked together. While their comrades scoured the undergrowth for any signs of Javelin, she and Kuroshio went up into the trees, hopping between branches and trying to find Javelin with the benefit of a bird's eye view.

Alas, their search thus far had been fruitless. While the path forged by the main fleet was relatively clear, with the surrounding bushes the only issue, the further away they got the denser the foliage became. Bushes reached easily four to six feet high whilst smaller flora spanned out to up to twenty feet high, their numerous leaves spreading out to inhibit their view further. The only mercy was that the one group of monsters they had seen so far hadn't noticed them up in the treetops, instead scurry towards the main fleet. As tempting as it was to pre-emptively engage them, Akatsuki knew better than to reveal herself unnecessarily. The main fleet could mop them up easily; the pair of them could not.

'Javelin, where did you go...?' Akatsuki worriedly thought to herself, crouching down on a branch and looking about.

But like all other times before, there was no sign of the purple-haired girl. She wasn't very close to her, both being of different nations and lacking the time needed to get to know each other, but there was a certain camaraderie that came with both being Destroyers, often the front-line against the Sirens and now, against literal monsters. She'd heard murmurings from the main fleet about what the monsters actually did, but nothing conclusive, so she was left him with the haunting worry that Javelin had been torn apart by whatever grabbed her. Assuming she wasn't killed outright and instead left to be feasted upon.

Shaking her head vigorously Akatsuki banished such thoughts, standing up. Movement made her glance over further down the thick branch as Kuroshio landed upon it, grim-faced and looking at her with a smidgen of hope. One that soon died as Akatsuki shook her head no, earning a silent sigh from her fellow ninja before Kuroshio bent her knees and leapt to the next tree over – the only evidence of her landing being the rustling leaves and creak of the branch.

Following her Akatsuki leapt over the considerable distance before crouching on the branch, scanning the undergrowth below, but Javelin was still nowhere to be seen. It was like she'd been plucked out of the air, but they'd not encountered any tree-dwelling creatures thus far.

Just then Akatsuki felt something amiss. She tensed, looking about suddenly and silently gesturing for Kuroshio to stop before she left – the other ninja girl also now looking about cautiously.

There was no way to describe the sensation other than 'being watched', but it went far deeper than that. It was a primal, uncertain feeling, like she knew there was something near but couldn't pinpoint it. The feeling was a familiar one when it came to dealing with the Sirens, especially the models that used optical camouflage, and just like them it seemed like there was something around her, even if her eyes said there wasn't.

Focusing Akatsuki tapped into her radar, sending out a ping. It was mostly useless within the dense jungle, her radar bouncing off everything from the biggest of trees to the smallest of leaves, creating a scattershot of nonsense in her mind's eye. One that caused her a minor headache, her expression becoming pinched as she caressed her aching brow, but she tried again regardless – paying extra close attention to her surroundings...

...but still, nothing. If there was something hiding it was lost in the dense jungle.

''Hrn.'' Akatsuki frowned to herself, looking around. ''I don't like this. Hey, let's head-''

DANGER. Her instincts screamed at her and Akatsuki obeyed without hesitation, throwing herself off of the branch and feeling more than seeing the air displace where her back had been mere moments ago. She fell, gravity pulling her down until she threw her trusty grappling hook out – the metal end winding itself around a tree branch and cutting her momentum short, instead carrying her forth into a swing. Akatsuki leaned into her momentum, her extensive ninja training taking root as she put a foot on an incoming tree trunk and kicked off of it, swinging herself up – and then leapt up onto another branch.

She got no more than a second to feel proud of herself before she felt that same inexplicable sense of danger – when she dodged back, further along the branch towards the trunk. This time she saw what had swung for her, or rather the lack thereof. Just where she was standing there was nothing, but if she squinted her eyes she noticed how the very air seemed to warp and twist slightly, like there was a pane of glass there, only far less perceivable.

A pane of glass that shimmered and shifted, as if turning to face her. Camouflage.

''Found you!'' Akatsuki called out victoriously, raising her right arm and her cannon along with it.

A loud blast echoed through the forest as she fired, two shells lobbed over the short distance between them... and passed the creature, missing. Akatsuki's grin waned fast and she hurriedly cycled another salvo into her cannon, backing up a tiny bit further until her back was against the trunk, the glass-like camouflage twisting and warping as the thing beneath it moved – when she fired.

And missed. Again.

'Crap crap crap-!'

Danger flared her instincts and she obeyed them unquestioningly, jerking her body to the left and avoiding something sharp – part of the glass projection stabbing into the wood of the tree. The moment it did, however, the creature's camouflage shimmered once more and dissipated like it had been washed off with water.

Revealing the creature underneath. It was humanoid, standing at six feet easily and with its muscled body covered in dark green scales reminiscent of a snake's. A comparison further fuelled by the snake head upon it slender shoulders; beady red eyes peering down into her own as it hissed; forked tongue slipping past the two large fangs protruding from its upper lip, dripping with an ominous green venom. In contrast to its swampier cousins the creature stood before Akatsuki was much more lithe and lacked the thick armour of a Scorpio, whilst its tail was longer and more snake-like.

A Viper, Akatsuki dubbed it, given the tail.

Such observations though were pushed to the back of Akatsuki's mind as the Viper yanked its left arm out of the trunk above her; revealing its fingers were tapered to sharp points. A fact she learned acutely as it swiped at her again, forcing her to twist out of the way and leap over to the neighbouring branch, her heel twisting across the moss-covered bark as she spun, gun raised.

BOOM!

Two shells erupted from her wrist-mounted cannon but both missed; the Viper tilting its body to avoid them before lunging at her. Her heart leapt into her throat and she backed up, reloading her gun as quickly as she could but the Viper was as fast as its namesake; lunging at her with intent to spear her through her stomach. The ninja side-stepped it, yelling as she tried to stab it in the gut with one of her handheld torpedoes, but the monster caught her wrist – and twisted it.

SNAP!

Akatsuki's scream carried out through the jungle, pitch rising when the Viper pulled on her now-broken wrist. The pain left her feeling light-headed and faint, her knees weak and her weapon falling from her hand – when the Viper's other hand suddenly came up, slashing across her face. White-hot agony flared and Akatsuki stumbled back the moment she got the chance, clutching at the bloody claw marks gashed across her face, nearly taking her eye but only grazing it-

Until she remembered she was on a tree branch, and had left her grappling hook behind.

Gravity took its hold on her and the Destroyer barely had the time to comprehend her situation before she hit the ground – hard. An uneven root broke her fall and paralysed her lungs, the air knocked out of them and leaving her able to only suck in short, ragged breaths, every inhale shaking her whole body as she tried desperately to make her lungs function again. The shock of it steadily began to wear off but not nearly fast enough, her head light; fainting so very near.

And then the Viper landed on top of her. It grabbed her by the front of her shirt and threw her into the tree, a dazed grunt escaping Akatsuki as she banged her nose on the hard bark – and then cried out when the monster shoved her head up against it, its other hand raking down her lower back and cutting through her baggy blue pants. The black fabric of her leotard came apart with equal swiftness, exposing her bare ass to the creature as it pushed itself against her, a long cock pushing against her ass.

Before a mere moment later, it penetrated her.

''AH!'' Akatsuki shrieked out.

A shriek that tapered off into a choked grunt as the Viper shoved her against the tree, hissing. Frantically Akatsuki tried to aim her gun behind her but couldn't see enough to look – and that avenue was crushed both literally and metaphorically as the Viper grabbed her gun turret and crushed it. Rearing its lithe hips back she was treated to the sensation of its dick sliding all the way out of her deflowered pussy, the tip nearly escaping her parted folds.

Until it slammed back inside of her. Akatsuki screamed into the bark, cheek pressed hard into it as the monster held her down, its hips rearing back and jolting forth again, then again and again – each thrust harsh and slamming its tip up against her cervix, kissing her deepest parts. Though not monstrously huge its cock was long and Akatsuki felt that fact acutely, the breath knocked out of her lungs every time its tip rammed up against her innermost parts, like a ram battering down the gates of her womb.

''Nn- ghaah! Please just let go of me- EEE!'' Akatsuki's hurried stammer welled up into a wail as the Viper's long cock speared into her.

While its body was more lithe than some other monsters it was still as large as a tall human male – towering over her in both height and bulk. It pressed itself into her, forcing her face into the bark and trapping its body under her own as it continued roughly slamming itself into her sore, abused cunt, her narrow pussy entirely unused to handling such large cock and her insides rendered tender by the rough, plunging thrusts.

The sound of their forced union carried through the jungle easily, too. The harsh clap of its groin against her ass was joined by her pained gasps, the rough scales upon its body like she was being spanked with every thrust – but not a pleasurable, masochistic smack but a hard, abusive one; leaving her pert cheeks stinging red from the abuse. Such pain though was far from the forefront of Akatsuki's mind; the Destroyer too busy wailing as she was slamfucked by the humanoid snake behind her.

Pain overtook her mind, any option of escape rendered null in her mind as the Viper hammered her, its cock pulsating within her tenderised pussy – and then suddenly it came. Sheathing in up to the hilt she felt a splatter of warmth within her depths before countless little eggs pushed themselves inside of her; most entering her womb. It was a disorienting sensation, a shudder roiling through Akatsuki as the ninja felt her womb be filled, egged by the monster restraining her.

Alas though her defilement was complete, it was not done with her. But it didn't need her conscious for that.

A fact she learned as it pulled her head away from the tree – and then slammed it back into the bark.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

CRACK!

The bark finally splintered, prompting the Viper to stop, tilting its snake head and hissing down at the smaller female under it. Akatsuki hung limp, however; eyes barely open and a steady trickle of blood leaking from her forehead. Alive, but knocked out cold.

Content with that the creature pulled out of her abused pussy and began to drag her away, the undergrowth hiding its tracks...

X-x-X

Kuroshio saw the moment Akatsuki reacted and dutifully did the same, leaping away to the nearest branches.

For a moment it seemed as if the threat wasn't real, but when Akatsuki came under attack from a snake-headed monster she was quick to assist – or she would have, had one not materialised behind her and tried to grab her neck. She narrowly ducked under the grab and landed a salvo into its chest, drawing blood and damaging its scaly armour, but outside of that it just seemed more pissed than anything else.

Leaping from branch to branch Kuroshio evaded the numerous strikes the Viper made – but to her chagrin it was just as nimble as she was, leaping with equal swiftness and soon managing to disable her sole cannon with a lucky strike. Undeterred and with pursed lips Kuroshio didn't give in, rarely taking her eyes off of the fanged beast as she leapt across the treetops, not daring to go on the ground lest more be lurking there. At least on the treetops she had the benefit of there only being so many places to stand.

''Hnf...''

Grunting Kuroshio landed on the ground, glaring across at the Viper. It hissed at her, tongue vibrating between its teeth before retracting back into its maw. She waited for it to make its move, to continue this game of cat-and-mouse, but it didn't. That immediately made her suspicious but she didn't dare look around lest it take the chance to leap; her left arm jerking out and extending her built-in katana from her rigging, warning the beast.

It hissed again at that... and then camouflaged again.

'It didn't do that before.' Kuroshio noted with narrow eyes. 'Maybe it has a cooldown? Or was it because of the injury I dealt?'

No answers were forthcoming, unfortunately, and so Kuroshio was left standing in silence. Her ears, already well adapted to slight sounds due to her nature as a Destroyer, keenly listened for the slightest of sounds. Rustling bushes, snapping branches – but those were on ground level. Even as she heard Akatsuki's distant, almost faint cries, she didn't budge – knowing the moment she let her guard down was the moment it would strike.

'Patience.' Kuroshio drew in a slow breath, keeping it as quiet as possible. 'It's just an animal. It won't be able to resist forever.'

There! Motion, to her right. Her eyes followed – and locked onto a twig flying through the air.

'A distraction!'

Too late. Weight landed on the branch to her left, between her and the trunk, and she leapt back – but not fast enough. Sharp nails lashed through her side and Kuroshio gasped in pain as blood was drawn, the pain as sharp as it was intense, but with a hand over the wound she gritted her teeth and glared at the distorted point where the monster was. It was coming for her, the branch under them creaking from its weight, and so she used that to gauge its approach – a mere two second window before it hit her again.

She burst forth with her top speed – carefully concealed until now – letting her cross the distance in half the time. Her mounted katana blade dug into thinly-armoured flesh and she put her weight into it, charging as much as she did slash and feeling grim satisfaction as the Viper let out a shrill hiss of agony – one that spiked further in pitch as she tensed, then ripped her rigging out to the left, tearing a chunk of its body out. The camouflage covering its body shattered almost instantly, like a pane of glass that had been smashed as it flaked off in large chunks, leaving a bloodied and angry Viper screeching at her.

She pulled back. She wasn't fast enough this time.

Sharp fingers raked gouges across her neck, pulled her close – and Kuroshio cried out as two large fangs sunk into her collarbone. Each as wide as her finger they burrowed in deep and liquid agony poured into her veins. She flailed, slashing her arm wildly and cutting it across its chest, but the Viper just kept its fangs into her as its venom was forced into her body. Through the pain Kuroshio felt it; an insidious liquid fire that felt like it crept into every last nerve of her body, her veins full of pine needles and her brain soon squeezed by a thousand tiny nails.

The fangs receded but the pain didn't. Gasping Kuroshio flailed her arm, the world above her blurring horribly, but she kept swinging her left arm – until the Viper grabbed the joint of her rigging and tore it off, throwing her melee weapon away. Her torpedo launchers hissed as she fired a salvo but she heard them miss; gravity pulling them down off the edge of the branch, their explosions heard underneath but doing little to the both of them, with them so high up.

Then the next thing she knew the Viper was ripping her skirt off. Kuroshio flailed her limbs but it wasn't enough, her underwear was gone, it was between her legs – and then the air was fucked from her lungs as it penetrated her. Its inhumanly large girth stretched her virgin insides apart, her eyes bulging as she was unceremoniously deflowered in a single brutal thrust, her cry piercing the air nary a second later.

Not that that the Viper seemed to care. Hissing viciously it pinned her wrists down and jerked its hips forwards, slamming its cock into her narrow pussy and forcing another scream out of her, the sensation like she was being torn apart and sending stars flashing through her eyes. She gasped, trying in vain to wrench her arms free of its hold, her insides involuntarily strangling the Viper's dick and encouraging it to fuck her more, its tip slamming up into against her cervix.

''Hnngh...!'' Kuroshio cried out through gritted teeth. ''S-Stop you foul- hnf!''

Her pussy ached as the monster's large cock entered her, forcing itself into her tight hole, her insides smothering it. The creature's thrusts hastened and she shook her head, resisting her violation even as her world blurred worse and worse, her mind growing distant aside from the repeated hard thumps in her groin, the beast's thrusts slowing and slowing-

Until it fell atop her.

Kuroshio flinched... but no bite came. Nor did its thrusts. The grip on her wrists was slackened and so she cautiously slipped her wrists out of the Viper's loose grip, grabbing its shoulders and pushing it up.

She hated to look the thing in the face, but when she did she found it limp – tongue dangling, eyes lidded but unresponsive... it was dead. It was only when she looked down her front that she realised why; copious amounts of crimson ichor soaking into her clothes and legs. It'd bled out whilst raping her. The reminder sent a shudder roiling through her and she pushed the creature off of her, disgust welling within her as she felt its long cock slip out of her – and then she pushed it over the edge of the branch, sending its corpse down to the forest floor.

Kuroshio grimaced as she turned on her side – pain flaring in her body as she stumbled to her feet, especially in her groin, but she pushed past it and made her way over to the trunk. Not trusting herself to jump down she held onto the bark and made her way down slowly, sliding down where she couldn't grab onto anything and ending up on ground level within the minute.

''Aka... Akatsuki!'' Kuroshio called out, voice hoarse. ''Akatsuki!''

No response. No cries, either. She wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not.

She was leaning towards the latter.

''Akatsuki... Akats...''

Nausea overcame her then and Kuroshio stumbled, bending over. The world spun and she felt like she was going to be sick – the pain, the nausea, the shame, all of it bundled together to leave her feeling so terribly disoriented. When she raised her head the colours of the jungle blurred and blended together like runny paint; green and browns entangling into one another whilst hints of blue gleamed above, all of the colours outlined in a fuzzy glow.

She stumbled forwards, the blurring becoming even worse, and when a ray of light shone down through the canopy all she could see was white until she forced herself to look away, back into the disorienting mess of colour.

''...s-someone...'' Kuroshio called out as her vision degraded, her whole body on fire from the venom. ''...anyone...''

''Help me...''

No answers came, however, leaving Kuroshio to shamble through the dense jungle ahead of her.

Blind, disoriented, and in search of her friend.

[END]

Chapter Text

Lützow had been looking forward to setting up camp. Mostly to kick her feet up, admittedly – traversing through a jungle in heels was a killer.

Alas the two cruisers sent out to scout for a campsite failed to check in at the pre-determined time, and thus Amagi had sent her, Elbing and a suite of Destroyers to go look for their missing comrades. With time of the essence they went back the way they came and searched through all the areas that looked traversed, aided by their escorts that were apparently quite good at tracking submarines, and likewise good at tracking footprints through mud and dirt.

Thus Lützow left them to it. She kept an eye out for monsters and hung back with Elbing, following from the rear – and though a lack of escorts at her rear was discomforting, she knew it was best to let the Destroyers search for Manchester and Glasgow while they still had the chance to locate them. For all they knew the two maids were already dead or worse, but they had no ways of knowing until they found them. The sooner the better, too.

''Hah... why couldn't this have just gone smoothly?'' Lützow sighed to herself, running a hand through her hair.

''Um... 'no plan survives first contact with the enemy'...?'' Elbing shyly posed.

Lützow hummed at that. ''True. Any word from the rearguard looking for that Royal Navy girl? Javelin I think her name was?''

''Nothing yet.'' Elbing shook her head with her usual look of perpetual worry. ''...you don't think something happened to them too, do you?''

''I'm sure they're fine. There's like, what, ten of them over there or something?'' Lützow dismissed. ''They can handle most of the monsters we've come across thus far. If not, they know to retreat. We'll go check up on them though once we've done our search though, just to be sure.''

Elbing nodded at that, a little more assured. Lützow was about to say something else – when one of the Destroyers piped up.

''Over here! Pathway goes through the bushes here!''

Perking up Lützow marched ahead, leaving Elbing to hurriedly follow after the Battlecruiser as they made their way down the path to where several of the unnamed Destroyers had gathered. They chattered between themselves, seemingly going over whether this was the real route they took or just another dead-end – but at Lützow's cough they stopped, nodded, and beckoned the capital ship to follow them.

Obliging Lützow brushed some leaves from her face, holding it out for Elbing before continuing on. Unlike the Destroyers ahead of her they didn't have the benefit of having their riggings summoned – both being draconic, semi-sentient beings that lacked much mobility in the dense jungle. Once deployed they'd be mostly limited to the surrounding area, so they'd need to choose when to deploy them, rather than take them with them. A small price to pay for the added power they carried over traditional riggings, she supposed.

The jungle ahead of them began to grow sparse, and to Lützow's surprise it soon opened up into a narrow valley; high cliffs on either side. A pretty damn good spot for a camp, if she did say so herself... and also begged the question as to why Manchester and Glasgow didn't come back, if they'd found it.

Narrowing her eyes she followed after the Destroyers as the girls all chattered with one another, some scared but others brazen. She hadn't had the time to memorise their names so didn't bother asking now, devoting her attention onto her surroundings instead as they progressed further into the valley.

There was a vague pathway through it, the foliage set aside like a little garden to the left and right of the path, but something was off.

It was when she spied a crater not far ahead that she realised why. There had been a battle here.

Only now there was no evidence of what featured in it. No corpses, no bodies, and no maids.

'Trap.' Lützow's instincts reared their head.

''Huh?'' One of the Destroyers called out, staring curiously down at a shiny stone in the middle of the path. ''What's this?''

Alarm filled Lützow but before she could call out the Destroyer grabbed the shiny stone and lifted it up into the light peeling through the canopy.

Instantly causing said light to amplify several times over.

''AH! My eyes!''

''W-What the hell?!''

Lützow winced, eyes protected from behind her forearm, but even then the piercing light reflected off of the strange stone penetrated her arm regardless, making them water. By her side Elbing stumbled about with a pained cry, covering her eyes but too late. When the light dimmed she lowered her hands but her eyes were unfocused; pupils constricted from the brightness and eyes slightly bloodshot.

''Shit.'' Lützow muttered, nudging Elbing hard. ''You good?''

''I... I can't see, it's all blurry...'' Elbing looked up at her, though seemed to be staring over her shoulder rather than right at her. ''You're a big blur... I... uu, my head hurts...''

Lützow hissed out another curse and looked around at the Destroyers, most of whom were stumbling about in a daze and crying out for help – the lucky few who hadn't been blinded doing their best to comfort them. Small mercies the stone responsible had been thrown off somewhere, no longer able to hurt them. But why would such a stone be there in the first place?

Rustling, overhead.

Then nary a second later a pack of Lesser Apes leapt down from the trees, hooting and hollering as they landed on top of several Destroyers and tackled those they missed – shrieks of fright escaping the girls as they found themselves pinned to the dirt and had their clothes ripped off, their shrieks spiking in pitch as the blinded and disoriented Ship-Girls tried to fend off their attackers.

Lützow scowled, a thought all that was needed to summon her rigging into the material plane – the large twin wyrms spawning behind her, each equipped with a single twin 305mm turret upon their backs. They landed on all ten legs, roaring out a challenge to the Lesser Apes that drew some attention – roars coming in return as several Apes abandoned their prey to rush the mechanical monsters that dared intrude.

A blast of her cannons came in response. Two shells missed, but two shells didn't – erupting across the torso of a Lesser Ape and blowing it apart, the battleship-grade shells penetrating whatever durability the beast possessed. Alas the reload on her guns was never the best, leaving her mostly defenceless as the Lesser Apes charged her, howling. They didn't make it more than halfway before Elbing's own rigging dragged itself past Lützow; roaring defiantly as it opened fire with the multiple cruiser-grade guns on its back, pelting the incoming monsters with shells.

Though it failed to down them it did injure them, and the moment they got within melee range Elbing's rigging suddenly lashed out, snapping a leaping Lesser Ape between its metal jaws and crushing it. Far from finished Elbing's draconic rigging whipped its head about, the chains upon its head like flails that struck another Lesser Ape, sending it onto its back where it soon found itself blasted apart.

A Lesser Ape managed to get past and leapt for Lützow once more, a howl leaving its throat.

Only to find itself blasted into smithereens as both of her rigging halves fired, the burnt remains falling somewhere behind her.

''Heh.'' Lützow smirked confidently. ''Not so scary now are ya, monkey-brains?''

''A-Ah! Lützow, look-!''

Anything else Elbing was going to say went unheard as something hard and muscular struck Lützow in her side, sending her flying across the valley – until her momentum was cut short as she hit the cliff. The air was knocked out of her lungs and the Ironblood woman fell with a gasp, her chest in spasms as she tried and failed to breathe, her lungs refusing to work for several petrifying seconds.

When they did she managed to look up. She'd landed in the foliage so she had to shove it aside but the sight that laid before her left her stunned. There, just where she'd been standing, was a giant ape-like monster similar to the Lesser Apes. Unlike the lesser creatures though the ape standing before her was a behemoth, lacking the beige body hair but instead having a dark blue hair, emphasising the redness of its eyes. Such a trait though was incomparable to the sight of four large, muscled arms protruding from its torso, each ending in a hairless monkey hand; the upper arms more swollen than the lower arms. A Greater Ape.

Which was currently holding Elbing, the crushed neck of her rigging in one of its other hands.

Lützow pushed herself to her feet; hissing as pain flared in her ribs, one of them probably broken. Her rigging was still capable so she had them aim their guns at the nine-foot behemoth, the ensuing eruption across its torso earning a deafening roar in response. A giant foot smashed down on one of her wyrms and crushed it into the dirt, prompting the other to lunge out and bite said ankle – but a fist came down and shattered the rigging's spine, leaving its upper half able to just hold on with teeth and nothing more.

Up until the enraged Greater Ape yanked it off, sustaining further wounds to its ankle. Not that it stopped the beast from lobbing her precious rigging across the valley and into the cliff; burying it under the rubble.

'Well shit.' Lützow looked about. The Destroyers had scattered; some fleeing and others disoriented, but several were still held down by Lesser Apes... and as Lützow watched she realised they weren't being torn to shreds, but raped.

Heavy footfalls made Lützow's head jerk up – and she paled as she found the giant ape in front of her, three hands free and its upper-right one still holding a struggling Elbing, who looked to be in quite a bit of pain with how hard it was gripping her. However Lützow was surprised when, rather than pick her up, the Greater Ape actually threw Elbing to the ground – the curvaceous cruiser yelping in pain as she tumbled, prompting Lützow to hurry over and pull her up, not daring to take her eyes off of the large beast.

She was about to start backing away when she caught movement in the corners of her eyes, and Lützow very nearly cursed as she saw other Lesser Apes congregating around them, forming a circle. They hooted and hollered but none leapt at them, simply forming a threatening barrier between them and freedom. Elbing whimpered in fear at that and held onto Lützow, tucking her face into her neck to spare herself the sight, and Lützow found herself futilely shaking a fist at any monkey that got too close for her liking. Which was all of them.

The Greater Ape hollered then – a loud whoop intermixed with grunts and snarls.

Then in a surge the Lesser Apes closed in. Lützow was helpless to stop them and could only hold onto Elbing – but in no time at all they ripped Elbing away from her, the cruiser screaming in fear as the Ape's nails ripped into her clothes, her pantyhose quickly laden with gashes and her creamy skin exposed. Clawed hands yanked on her clothes too; the buttons on her blouse pinging off as her top came apart, her large breasts bared to the crowd of monsters. Lützow struggled, kicking and yelling, but that didn't stop the Lesser Apes from ripping her skirt off or slashing through the back of her bra, sending it to the grass and exposing her tits.

Yanking her arms out of her blouse Lützow stumbled away but didn't get more than a few feet before she was grabbed again – a cry escaping her as hands yanked her legs out from under her, sending her onto her front. Her shoes and socks were yanked off hard enough to make her wince and she kicked one horny Lesser Ape in the crotch, earning a furious howl – but it was held back, surprisingly, by two of its peers, leaving the others to continue stripping her.

Until she was completely nude. Despite the unnerving oddness of the situation Lützow was relieved when the beige-haired Apes all backed off, returning to their circular formation and allowing her to stumble to her feet – eyes darting right. Relief filled her as she found Elbing unharmed beyond a few scratches on her thighs, though the girl herself looked downright traumatised; crying and all but throwing herself at Lützow, prompting Lützow to hug her comrade back.

At any other time their shared nudity might've been embarrassing, but considering their current predicament, it was the last thing on Lützow's mind.

Doubly so when the Greater Ape finally shifted. Although the beast was only nine or ten feet tall its upper two arms were so swollen that it amplified how intimidating it was; its hands big enough to hold a person aloft, as it had done with Elbing.

It tensed – and then suddenly lunged at them. With Elbing hugging her Lützow couldn't move and just closed her eyes, hoping for a last-minute save – and then wheezed as the oversized fingers curled around her and Elbing, lifting them up. Its grip was forceful, squishing her against her comrade to the point she struggled to breathe, and judging from Elbing's rasping breaths against her neck so too was she.

Mercifully the crushing grip lasted just a few seconds before it loosened. A thumb dug itself between their stomachs and Lützow was suddenly pulled away from Elbing, the Greater Ape's other hand pulling her away and keeping a firm hold on her; all four fingers curled around her waist and preventing her from doing much more than kick her legs and hit its meaty palm with her fists.

'Dammit!' Lützow hissed in her mind, throwing herself about in the hopes of unbalancing the beast.

It barely wobbled, though it did shoot her an annoyed look. One that shifted into a more perverse grin as it stared directly at her chest, bringing a dark blush to Lützow's cheeks as she covered her exposed breasts – was this monkey a pervert on top of everything else?

The prospect was proving increasingly likely as it turned to Elbing, openly ogling her bare chest – the cruiser too distraught to really notice, covering her eyes as she tried and failed to stem the tide of tears. Apparently finding her more appealing it lowered her closer to its torso, and for a brief moment Lützow wasn't sure why... until she saw the large, thick cock protrude from between its legs, previously ignored in the heat of the moment.

''Don't... hey! Don't you dare!'' Lützow barked out, struggling with renewed vigour, trying in vain to kick the shitty monkey in the head. ''Let her go!''

The Greater Ape ignored her, lowering Elbing down until the swollen tip of its dick pressed against her pussy. The sensation jolted Elbing out of her traumatised state, her wide eyes darting down then up, pupils constricting in fear – a stuttering, whimpering note on her tongue-

-when without a shred of mercy the Greater Ape yanked her down onto its large cock.

''HYAAAA!''

Elbing's agonised scream as the inhumanly large cock forced itself inside of her echoed. The surrounding Lesser Apes just hooted and hollered in approval, whilst the Greater Ape holding them bellowed in approval, its grip on Elbing growing tighter as it forcibly pulled her down deeper and deeper onto its cock. It wasn't a smooth slide either; going in entirely dry and shoving inside in short, jerky inches, virginal blood trickling down the beast's long girth.

Lützow could only bellow insults and threats, stabbing her nails into the Greater Ape's fingers in some hope of causing it pain – but it completely ignored her, sparing her not even a glance as it groaning approvingly. All whilst Elbing shrieked her lungs out, head throwing itself this way and that as her pussy was forcibly filled with massive monkey cock; the penetration ceasing presumably when it reached her cervix.

Except it didn't. With a groan of annoyance the Greater Ape pulled her down harder, its inhuman strength trying to yank their loins closer together, to get the last inch or two of its cock within her. Elbing shrieked in protest, her legs jerking and flailing, but nothing could stop the giant beast.

''S-Stop! You're t-tearing me apart!''

The Greater Ape did not even deign her with a response. With a howl of satisfaction it pulled – and Elbing screamed at the top of her lungs as its cock penetrated her cervix, forcing itself into her womb. The shock of it must've been too much for the cruiser as she fainted not two seconds later; body going entirely limp. Not that it stopped the monster from gleefully fucking her; harsh, fleshy smacks echoing through the air as it pounded her deflowered cunt.

Lützow could only watch from her spot on the sidelines. Watch as Elbing's limp body was used like a fleshlight for the Greater Ape, its thick cock disappeared between her friend's folds and into her body, the impacts jolting Elbing's whole frame. The sight was one that burned itself into her memory, staying in her mind even as she forced herself to look away – but there was nothing that could be done to stifle the fleshy impacts of the monster fucking her friend's unconscious body.

How long it continued she wasn't sure – only that at some point the Greater Ape squeezed her tighter, and with a howl it released its seed inside of Elbing. Even if she couldn't see it enter Elbing, she could most certainly see the excess ooze out and drip onto the bush underneath the pair.

Growling in approval the Greater Ape slid Elbing up like she was its personal fuck-toy and threw her to the pack – and like a pack the Lesser Apes swarmed Elbing, hooting gleefully as they began raping her then and there. Her mouth, her pussy and ass, even her tits were used; cocks thrust against her flesh and into her holes as they had their way with her. It was a mercy, then, that she was out of it and unable to feel it.

No mercy was waiting for her, however.

Lützow felt panic rise up her throat as the Greater Ape pulled her into the same position it had done Elbing. She closed her legs, winding her heels together to deny it access, but the two smaller arms simply grabbed her shins and pulled her legs apart. She kept her eyes close so she didn't have to look the beast in the eye but she could intimately feel its cock-head nuzzle up her inner-thigh, grazing further and further up towards her sex, the tip rubbing along her womanhood. It was so close. So thick. So huge.

Then the tip touched her opening – and Lützow screamed as it suddenly slammed up into her. No warning, no preparation, it just suddenly yanked her down and forced its hard cock into her depths. Her loins clamped down around the intruding dick but it was so thick it felt like it was going to break her apart; her insides stretched by the Greater Ape's cock as it hit her cervix on the first thrust. The leftover fluids left by its prior partner aided with that.

''Grkh!'' Lützow gritted her teeth, eyes watering. ''L-Let me go you bast- agh!''

The Greater Ape's cock raked her walls as it pulled out, the tip nearly escaping right before it slammed back into her abused pussy, hilting in her so roughly it knocked the breath out of her. Though it wasn't her first time the beast was so large it felt like it was; waves of pain rocking through Lützow as she was violated. The beast was even more vigorous than it had been with Elbing, howling in delight as it slammed into her cunt, knocking the air from her lungs and sending waves of pain through her with every thrust.

Squealing behind her told her that Elbing had woken up from her fainting – making her cringe as she caught a glimpse of her friend, surrounded and actively being gangbanged by four Lesser Apes, every part of her body used for their own pleasure. She struggled and flailed for help but none was coming, leaving her able to do nothing but choke on monkey cock, her pussy and ass ruined by equally large shafts.

Pain in her groin snapped Lützow's attention back to her own predicament, a cry forced out of her as the Greater Ape held onto her tighter; fingers digging into her midsection as it kept a firm grip on her. It turned out to be her only warning before the beast suddenly sped up, pounding her aching womanhood so hard it was like it was jack-hammering her cervix, its bulbous tip slamming up against her innermost parts-

-and a fresh scream of agony escaped Lützow as it slammed through her cervix. It left her feeling so painfully full that she couldn't breathe, her eyes bulging as liquid agony lanced through her crotch, but she didn't get more than a half-second to appreciate it before the Greater Ape gleefully began fucking her innermost parts; its bulbous tip slamming up into her womb like a jack-hammer, pistoning between her abused petals without pause.

''S-Stop...!'' Lützow could only gasp out. ''I-I'll break...!''

The Greater Ape, much like with Elbing, didn't spare her a care.

It only continued violating her until it finally peaked – and a scream tore itself from Lützow's throat as she was impregnated, a hot torrent of seed flooding her tenderised womb. Unlike Elbing she wasn't spared the mercy of being unconscious, forced to feel its virile cum pour into her sore depths to the point her groin bloated somewhat from how filled she was; a steady overflow oozing out and dripping down onto the bush underneath her hanging form.

Releasing a shuddering breath the Battlecruiser went slack, fully expecting to be thrown to the horde...

...only to shriek as the Greater Ape resumed using her as its personal fleshlight, her cries only encouraging it to continue using her.

[END]

Chapter Text

Prinz Heinrich had, for the most part, been enjoying the adventure onto Island 13.

For one it was a trip away from her homeland which, while she loved it, was much the same when it came to terrain and coastlines. She'd always wanted to travel to other countries and while this wasn't the sunny California she'd heard about, Island 13 was still a new and exciting place to visit.

The monsters, too, made for a unique opponent, much different than the usual schlop of Siren warships. Bipedal lizards, wolves; there was all sorts of enemies she and Eisen got to blast to bits. Of course she wasn't blind to the danger and more than once they had a close call, particularly with the more nimble Werewolves, but ultimately the fleet as a whole was fully capable of putting down the monster hordes that attacked in sporadic waves.

For a change though she and Adalbert were allowed to go a little further ahead. Not as far as the escorts but enough that they could more easily support them should another horde arrive. While the Destroyers and even Light Cruisers struggled somewhat with penetrating the natural armour of the monsters, to say nothing of the more armoured ones, Heavy Cruisers such as herself had an easier time – and the Battleships even moreso. Thus, it felt only right to be within easy assistance range.

''Hm... I'm wondering if maybe I should feed Eisen some treats when we get back? Y'think he'd like that?'' Heinrich curiously inquired.

''I guess.'' Came Adalbert's drawled answer, eyes ahead.

''Maybe some scratches behind his head?''

''Mmhm, sounds good.''

''Maybe pouring propane into his maw too?''

''Uh-huh.''

Heinrich pouted. ''You're not listening to me are you?''

''Nope.'' Came Adalbert's monotone answer, her eyes not leaving the surrounding forest. ''You should be paying attention to our surroundings Heinrich.''

Heinrich whined petulantly at that and crossed her arms, but Adalbert wasn't moved – perhaps a benefit of being her sister. Sighing at that Heinrich turned her attention onto her surroundings instead, eyes passing over the various trees near them or focusing on the distant voices of ships behind and ahead of them. They were comfortably in the middle of the column, albeit near the outer edges along where the escorts were, so there was a sense in keeping their guards up.

However as she walked Heinrich was surprised to spot movement – but before she could call it out, she spotted what it was.

A human.

Brown-haired, somewhat short and with a slender build, wrapped up in tattered clothes – they clearly hadn't come with the fleet. A survivor.

One who, abruptly, turned and ran.

''H-Huh?! Hey wait, come back!'' Heinrich called out, rushing after the human.

Though Adalbert said nothing Heinrich heard more than saw her sister-ship chase after her, a glance back revealing the bewilderment on her sister's face – she'd seen the human too, and was equally puzzled about their sudden retreat. Pushing the 'why' from her mind for now though Heinrich put the pedal to the metal and rushed after the no-doubt scared survivor, hearing them dashing through the undergrowth; branches snapping, leaves rustling and dirt shifting.

Dodging over roots and shoving her way through bushes Heinrich struggled to follow; the human somehow gaining distance on them. Sure she wasn't the fastest person in the fleet but she was still a cruiser and quite nimble on her feet – yet this regular human was putting distance between them. Was it because he'd survived out here for so long that he'd gotten used to escaping? She wasn't sure but as she paid more attention she noticed how little disturbances were made in their wake; branches were ducked under rather than pushed aside and bushes were leapt over rather than pushed through.

It spoke to a surprising dexterity. One that, perhaps, came with surviving on this hellish island for so long.

Suddenly the area ahead of Heinrich opened up and she burst into a clearing, the trees ahead of her easily fifty plus feet away... yet there was no sight of the human.

''Darn it!'' Heinrich cried out, stomping her foot with a pout. ''We lost him.''

''Yeah.'' Adalbert slowed to a stop next to her; winded, but far from exhausted. ''Why'd they run though...?''

''Probably scared.'' Heinrich shrugged. ''I don't know, maybe ask them next time we see them.''

Adalbert just snorted at that. ''Right. Anyway, let's get-''

Rustling cut her short.

''...shit.'' Adalbert turned; grimacing as she spied the bushes directly on the other side of the clearing shift – a yellowish tail popping out briefly before diving back into cover, like a serpent beneath the waves. ''Defensive positions.''

''Got it~!'' Heinrich chirped, a grin on her lips as she summoned Eisen to her aid – the massive metal wyrm plonking down onto the grass, its two main guns and two still-large secondaries primed and ready.

With a grunt Adalbert summoned her own rigging too; bearing the same armaments but coming in two, smaller metal wyrms instead of one big one. Rather than wait for their opponents Adalbert swung an arm out – and in response all guns fired, the loud blast preluding the shells that lobbed themselves over the fifty or so feet of distance – erupting into a chain of explosions across the treeline, the high-explosive shells tearing up earth with ease.

But not killing all the monsters laying in wait. With hisses and roars abound the monsters, both injured and not, rushed out of what little undergrowth was left – breaking out into a dead sprint towards them. Without missing a beat Heinrich leapt into action, a valiant cry joining the blast of her own guns, a second salvo of shells blasting into the ground or through the monsters. Though her secondary guns only did marginal damage to the monsters, her main guns obliterated the Lizardmen – those that didn't die outright left so bloody and wounded that they could only fall flat on their front, bleeding out within moments.

Alas, the Lizardmen pack was not so easily slayed.

''More coming on our right!'' Adalbert called out, eyes hard as she directed her right rigging to aim there – another salvo erupting across the forest and downing two Lizardmen. ''We staying out in the open or falling back?''

Heinrich waited a second to aim and fire before answering. ''Eh~ I'd say centre! I don't think Eisen can move very fast on land!''

Adalbert grunted understandingly, and with a synchronicity born from sisterhood the two cruisers shifted more towards the centre of the clearing, their riggings encircling them protectively with guns facing outwards, blasting at both the Lizardmen rushing them from the front and from the sides. While the humanoid lizards lacked the sheer speed that Werewolves had they were deceptively nimble – running on both legs before suddenly dropping onto all fours and practically leaping from spot to spot, slowing and speeding up with no warning and causing otherwise fatal hits to miss or, at best, injure but not kill.

Adalbert became frustrated with that; growling irritably as she directed both riggings to target one Lizardman that got too close, blasting it to smithereens. In the process though several more Lizardmen used the brief reload period to close the distance – only to find themselves faced with Adalbert's two rigging, their steel maws chomping down on two Lizardmen and shaking them about, the vicious chomp seeming to intimidate the Lizardmen long enough for the riggings to reload their guns; a fresh salvo pushing the horde back.

A horde that was, gradually, thinning out – what was once thirty-plus turned into less than fifteen.

''Heinrich, cover me, I'll-!''

Adalbert was cut short, however, as she spied a silver glint in the treeline ahead of her.

Then nary a second later two silver bolts thrummed across the distance, impaling themselves into the head of her riggings... and within moments, made them go slack, twitching.

'What the hell?!' Adalbert thought with alarm, glancing up at the forest ahead of them.

Though the source was unseen, she swore she saw a figure hiding in the trees, staring back at her with softly-glowing eyes.

She got no more than a glance though before the meaty frame of a Lizardman tackled her from the side, sending Adalbert flying momentarily before she hit the grass hard – and then the Lizardman was on top of her. Hissing in her face the lizard-headed beast grabbed the front of her sports bra and pulled hard, the fibres stretching until inevitably her top snapped, her torso lurching up momentarily with the pull before flopping against the ground, leaving Adalbert red in the face and anger in her eyes.

''Get... off!'' With a sudden kick to the balls Adalbert knocked the Lizardman off of her and scrambled back, one arm over her chest as she got to her feet-

-but the Lizardmen were faster, another jumping on her back and sending her to the grass once more. Grunting harshly Adalbert struggled but pinned to her front as she was she could do little to escape its grip, breathing made hard with it pressing down on her – when the Lizardman raked its claws down her lower back, ripping through her clothes with ease and fuelling Adalbert's desperate struggle to escape. Not that it saved her clothes; her overalls ripped off and leaving her practically nude, just her panties left to cover her hips.

They too were pulled off, the monster's claws leaving cuts along her flesh. Then suddenly she was able to move a little more and she took the opportunity, crawling forth – only to yelp when the monster grabbed her left leg and raised it up high, something hard touching her opening.

'Wait no don't-!'

Her thoughts, alas, did nothing to stop the hulking monster from thrusting its hips forth, and a cry of pain tore itself from Adalbert's throat as she was claimed. The Lizardman's thick cock speared between her walls and soon hilted in her innermost parts, its rock-hard length stretching her insides apart and filling her so suddenly it left her dizzy. She didn't get the chance to adapt to the forceful penetration though before it began to move, pulling its hips back and scraping her walls with its meaty cock before slamming right back in, fucking another cry out of her.

Up until Adalbert bit her bottom lip, hissing through it as she endured the hard, repeated thrusts, the monster's pace steadily quickening. She struggled fiercely, glaring up at the Lizardman when she could, unable to do much else as it forced itself onto her – its length spearing into her body hard and fast, jamming more than it did slide and knocks gasps and grunts out of her in equal measure. Any attempts at escape were foiled by the grip on her leg and her kicks never connected either, leaving her at its mercy.

''Stop if you damn-!'' A particularly hard thrust knocked the air out of her lungs. ''B-Bastard...!''

The Lizardman grabbed her other thigh and flipped her onto her stomach, releasing them only to grab her wrists instead, pinning them to the dirt. Adalbert hissed and threw her head back, enduring the pounding thrust that pummelled her cunt, the monster's shaft slamming up against her cervix so hard it sent a jolt straight up her stomach. Yet no matter how much she kicked and struggled she was helpless to stop it, and even escape was looking unlikely; a glance about revealing more Lizardmen lurking near, waiting.

Waiting for their turn.

Adalbert shuddered at the thought – but any curses she wished to spit dissolved into a pained moan as the Lizardman slammed into her once more. It loomed over her, hissing in her face as if mocking her struggles, its girth pulsating between her clenching walls and pre-cum smearing up against her cervix. It was going to cum inside of her. Impregnate her. The thought filled her with revulsion but with it came bitter despair, her struggles unconsciously becoming weaker as she realised how futile it was. Better to wait and save her strength for when the opportunity presented itself.

Or so she told herself. Even as she nurtured the notion she couldn't quell her disgust as the monster bred her, its swollen girth penetrating her again and again, its body pressing itself down over hers. She'd imagined her first time would be nicer, more casual and over drinks, not in some muggy forest with a literal lizard-man on top of her, raping her into the dirt. Such thoughts did little to distract her though from the pounding cock inside of her, how it swelled and throbbed-

-and then with a final, punctuating hiss the Lizardman came inside of her, sending a shudder of revulsion through Adalbert as she was impregnated.

Another broodmare for the pack.

X-x-X

The moment Adalbert's rigging was disabled, everything went to shit.

While Eisen held equal firepower, there was only one of him – and without Adalbert to pick up the slack Eisen found himself overwhelmed, barely keeping the monsters away from its master by stabbing out with its legs where possible, the threat of injury keeping the monsters back.

Until Eisen lunged and snatched up one Lizardman in its jaws, caving its chest in with a mighty chomp – and the Lizardmen surged forth, using the opportunity to charge into Eisen's side and push the iron beast onto its back. Eisen naturally shrieked, the sound like metal plates scraping together, but the Lizardmen were undeterred and tried their hands at hammering through Eisen's 'weak' underbelly. They met little to no success, but their attempts incidentally kept Eisen pinned down, unable to do anything but flail blindly.

Leaving nobody to protect Heinrich.

''Kyaa-!'' Heinrich cried as a Lizardman grabbed her, pushing her back.

She had attempted to escape into the forest but that was now coming back to bite her – her back soon hitting a tree and allowing the Lizardman to drop its hands to her ass, grabbing it harshly and lifting her up. Heinrich blushed at its hold and tried her hand at punching it – only to cry out when the Lizardman bit her fist in retaliation. Another Lizardman came to its comrade's aid then, hissing from somewhere behind her before grabbing her arms and yanking them back at such an angle she cried out in pain, her shoulders twisting painfully just so her arms didn't break from the harsh pull.

Defenceless Heinrich could do nothing as the Lizardman let its tip slide along her slit, no panties to cover it – and Heinrich screamed as it slammed up into her virgin pussy. She threw her head from one side to the other, gasps forcing themselves from her lips as the monster's monster cock plunged up into her, no lubrication or anything to ease it between her petals, taking her first time painfully rough.

Its right hand left her ass momentarily, one nail tucking under the front of her top – and Heinrich blushed a dark red as it pulled said top up, letting her large breasts jiggle free. They bounced with the harsh pounding and Heinrich whimpered from the discomfort, her expression twisting into one of pain when the monster grab her right tit, kneading it roughly as it slammed into her dry sex.

''A-Ah! Eisen~! H-Help~!'' Heinrich wailed.

Alas her rigging couldn't come to her aid, still trapped under the horde of Lizardmen trying to rip the metal monster apart.

Heinrich wailed at that, unable to even reach out to Eisen with her arms pulled behind her back, pain clear on her visage as the other Lizardman roughly slammed into her pussy, its flesh clapping against her own loud and fast. The repeated impacts sent jolts up through her whole body and purged her mind of thought, any hopes of concocting a daring escape plan ruined the moment the monster's cock slammed between her petals.

As if to further increase her discomfort the Lizardman pulled back momentarily, only to then fold her legs up against her bare chest, squishing her into the tree as it began pounding her with renewed vigour. Heinrich cried out, nearly wailing, but the monster kept slamming itself into her with hisses and grunts abound, the grin on its lizard-like face telling of its pleasure. A pleasure that enticed it to pound her harder; slamming itself into Heinrich even as she wailed and flailed, trying in vain to escape.

''N-Nn~! It hurts- mn!'' Heinrich bit her lip until it bled, her whine as sharp as the pain in her loins.

Then, suddenly, the Lizardman pulled out and the one behind her let her go.

For a moment, she thought they were letting her go.

A hope crushed as the Lizardman before her suddenly grabbed her hips and turned her around, yanking her hips up and leaving Heinrich helplessly dangling – and a squeal was fucked from her lips as the monster penetrating her tender pussy once more, pounding her hard and fast once more. Its groin clapped up against her ass and hanging forth as she was, her feet grazing the grass, the blood went rushing to her head and left her light-headed, not helped by the ruthless pounding.

Her hands found purchase on the grass and she gripped it for dear life, wailing as she was used like a fleshlight by the monster, her hole stuffed with its dick – when with a sudden sharp hiss it slammed inside of her all the way, preluding the thick, warm gush that filled Heinrich's insides. She convulsed at the foreign sensation, alarmed, then whimpered as she realised what it meant, feeling the monster's seed fill her up.

Only when it was finished impregnating her did the Lizardman let her go, allowing Heinrich to collapse in a heap, whimpering fearfully as the Lizardman loomed over her, grinning eagerly for more.

How many more times was it going to rape her until it was satisfied?

Mercifully she never had to find out as Eisen suddenly lunged in, catching the Lizardman in its jaws and flailing the shrieking monster about – before throwing its mangled, chewed body across the clearing. A Lizardman landed on its back but Eisen let out a metallic shriek and rolled over onto its back, crushing the beast under its weight before flipping back over onto his legs; skittering in front of Heinrich and snarling defensively at the encroaching Lizardmen, their numbers diminished but still a potent threat.

Their angry hisses were matched by Eisen's roar, the beast curling its body around the tearful Heinrich as much as it could... when another roar made its way through the air. Though quiet at first it rapidly gained strength, a rattling to its tenor.

Until to the tune of machine guns firing a squadron of Spitfires strafed from the right, grass and dirt kicked up in a vicious stream. The Lizardmen barely had a second to react before they found themselves in the line of fire, shrieking and hissing as the sheer volume of lead peppered and broke through their natural armour, several lucky hits to the eyes or in already-open wounds dealing further damage; shredding the monsters and sending them to the ground, the few that lived dying off within seconds from blood loss.

Heinrich, who had covered her head, daringly raised it. Using the tree behind her to steady herself the Ironblood cruiser shambled back to her feet, relief washing over her as she found the monsters all deceased. Even the ones attacking Adalbert were gone; though whether they'd been caught up in the strafing attack or fled, she didn't know.

Far above the planes circled back around, scouting, and she waved at them. They tilted their right wings at her a few times before flying off, presumably planning on sending someone to get them.

She hoped so. She didn't think she could walk very well at the moment.

Thus with a sigh Heinrich slumped against the tree and slid down it, smiling wearily as she petted Eisen's head.

''You're getting triple treats when we get home...'' Heinrich murmured out.

Eisen merely shifted its jaws in response, its approval nonetheless felt.

[END]

Chapter Text

Kinu wasn't fond of this 'Island 13'.

The only plus to it was that it offered a different challenge to what the Sirens offered, and also gave her the chance to put her swordsmanship skills to the test – but aside from that, it was all negatives. From the fatigue of non-stop battles to the unlucky few that were claimed – in more ways than one – by the monsters, and she was very much regretting that she had volunteered to join the Sakura Empire's aid fleet.

Of course she was quick to quash such regrets – she couldn't change the past and moaning over it wouldn't do her or her comrades any good, so she just pursed her lips and put up with it. A task made much harder due to her newest orders from the Western Fleet's flagship, Impero – to retrieve Prinz Heinrich and Prinz Adalbert. She was given Noshiro to aid her.

And that was it.

No capital ships to provide supporting fire, no Heavy Cruisers to give them an edge – heck, not even some Destroyers to screen for them. It was just her and Noshiro. Not that she doubted Noshiro's skill and she had a good estimation of her own, but if they came across a pack of enemies they'd struggle severely against them. While Noshiro had a fairly competent armament, Kinu herself was much more limited – hence using her swordsmanship as a supplement, even if it was of only limited use against Siren warships.

Kinu chased off such thoughts though, grimacing. The forest around them was deceptively quiet but she wasn't fooled – danger could lurk around any bush or tree trunk. A sentiment Noshiro clearly shared as she kept one hand on her katana's hilt, preparing to quick-draw it and cut down any foe foolish enough to jump them. Kinu wisely did the same, head on a swivel as they made their way towards their target – made distinct thanks to Impero dropping bombs in a straight line. Every so many trees apart would be another small, but noticeable blast crater, serving well enough as a route for them to follow.

Personally she would've preferred flares or something, but she supposed being the flagship Impero hadn't thought to bring more supportive equipment, and with Centaur currently busy searching for other MIA ships this was the best they were going to get.

''...I don't trust Impero.''

Kinu looked over at Noshiro then. ''What for?''

''She's not competent.'' Noshiro stated simply, still looking around as she spoke. ''The fact she's insisted we keep moving in deeper to 'get this over with quickly', despite our missing and wounded, hasn't changed that opinion.''

Kinu hummed, a note of agreement in her tone. Though hardly a bad leader... yeah, Impero left much to be desired. She wasn't really the sort to inspire others and in fact that fell more to her sister-ships Littorio and Veneto, both of whom were with the fleet – yet why they insisted that Impero be the flagship she didn't know. Was it some sort of ploy from the Sardinians – and if so, what? Or perhaps was this a sort of sisterly love thing, where they wanted to use this operation to bring out the best in their sister and fix her bad habits?

Regardless of the why, the fleet was struggling. Still, nobody complained, not when they were already getting close to the objective. The thinking being that they would double back and get anyone who was left behind... though, nobody talked about what would happen if it turns out those left behind her broken or worse, dead. Impero wasn't in anyone's good graces at the moment, that much could be said easily. Not that the carrier herself even seemed to care.

Or maybe she did and was just good at hiding her emotions. She didn't know.

'I wish we had Amagi to lead us...' Kinu sighed to herself. 'She'd serve us better.'

Shaking off such thoughts she continued marching ahead, focusing on the task at hand – rescuing Heinrich and Adalbert. The sense of purpose gave her renewed confidence and she carried on, hearing more than seeing Noshiro follow just a few steps behind. The trees broke up a bit up ahead, another crater present that told her she was on the right track, urging her onwards.

That until Noshiro spoke. ''Hold on, what's that?''

Gripping her sword in anticipation of a foe Kinu turned – only to pause as she noticed what Noshiro was pointing at. A tree. Or to be more specific, a mark on the tree. She approached it warily but when the tree didn't spontaneously come to life she lowered her guard slightly, examining the symbol on the tree with interest. It was a diamond shape, with the top going straight down to form a second, smaller diamond shape in the centre, with a single dot within it. Nothing that made sense to her.

''...let's just keep moving. I don't want to be around when whatever made it comes back.'' Kinu remarked, tugging on Noshiro's arm.

The horned cruiser murmured an agreement and followed her along. The trees were slightly denser around here, the land uneven, so Kinu took a slightly roundabout route up onto higher ground where the land was flatter – the patch clear of trees. On the way though she noticed several more markings on the trees, each fuelling the sense of unease in her gut more and more. Yet they were getting close to the last known location of Heinrich and Adalbert; Impero had dropped twelve bombs and they'd just passed the ninth, they couldn't be more than a minute or two's jog away from the pair.

The feeling of unease though worsened, a twist in her gut that became a sudden, acute feeling of wrongness. The forest ahead of her seemed to warp and waver like an illusion being unwoven, the greenery of the leaves draining away to a pale grey as the tree trunks diluted to a darker shade bordering on black. The ground felt unsteady and Kinu tried to walk back but the world inverted, gravity pulled her up-

-and then suddenly she was on the ground. Her thoughts were sluggish and she clutched at her head, groaning reflexively as her brain pounded within it – a terrible nausea holding her mind hostage. It waned steadily though, and when she no longer felt sick Kinu managed to get her hands under herself, pushing herself up. Her sword was still sheathed in her hand but when she looked around she couldn't see Noshiro anywhere.

Or reality as she knew it, at that.

Gone was the vibrant greens of the forest and in its place was a total grey-scaled forest. The trees, the dirt, even the water from a nearby stream was grey. She couldn't see the sky but she suspected the same could be said for it – and strangest of all was the noise. A low, unnaturally vibrating pitch like a swarm of bugs deep inside of her ears, yet so distant the noise could only be heard if she stopped to listen to it.

'Dammit...' Kinu grimaced as she stood. ''Noshiro?!''

Her voice carried far, and nothing answered it.

Until with a shriek a wall of flames surged up. Kinu flinched in surprise, glancing back – only to watch as the wall of fire raced to cut off that avenue of escape. Alarm filled her and she looked about, head on a swivel but helpless to escape before the fire formed a perfect circle around her. The baleful orange flames disappeared up into the canopy but oddly didn't cause the trees to burn, yet when she dared approach she could feel the heat on her skin, warning her if she dared touch it she'd be burned.

The dirt underfoot, however, was not spared from the flames. It dried and cracked unnaturally quick; grass burnt to ash and dirt turning to charcoal, leaving the ground a black ash-covered stone more reminiscent of volcanic rock than regular stone. The change, too, happened over the course of seconds, exceeding what was physically possible.

Then again, summoning a wall of fire was similarly impossible.

'Where the hell am I?' Kinu gripped her katana tighter, tense.

As if in answer to her question she heard motion up ahead – feet thudding against hard stone. A shadow appeared on the wall of flames ahead of her, growing as it neared – until through the blazing barrier marched out a monster. Its skin was a deep red as if it was burned, yet it was without injury, nor sign of pain upon its humanoid face. Luminous green eyes gleamed like jades in the firelight and from its sides stretched out a total of six arms, three each side and ending in a thick hand wielding a broadsword of scorched caspian steel. Clad only in a tattered loincloth there was little of the creature's defined musculature hidden, nor were the large curved horns on its head hidden.

A demon. Or as she dubbed it, a Rakshasa.

The demonic monster flashed her a grin then, broad as it was menacing. Its arms spread apart and it displayed its swords prominently. A challenge.

Kinu huffed and summoned her rigging – or tried to. It failed to manifest.

There was a barrier, a blockage, when she tried to pull her rigging to her. Like there was a thin but sturdy brick wall between her back and the metaphysical space her rigging occupied – unable to connect and, thus, unable to be summoned. Try as she might it would not come to her, leaving her armed with just her katana.

''Hmph.'' Kinu pushed down her fear, gold eyes hard as she glared at the monster opposing her, the flames behind it giving it an intimidating silhouette. ''I was always more of a swordswoman, I suppose.''

The Rakshasa grinned wider, and the flames around them shrieked louder.

X-x-X

Noshiro wasn't sure where Kinu went.

All that she knew was that the world seemed to flip on its axis before she found herself in a strange grey-scaled copy of their world. Before she could even attempt to run back to the fleet for aid she was ensnared by a barrier of fire, surrounding her and preventing her escape – the ground too turning into rock warm to the touch. And most of all was the six-armed demon that marched out of the flames, jade eyes and six blades gleaming in the firelight.

A demon looking for a fight.

CLANG!

''Nn-!'' Noshiro grunted harshly as she was sent skidding back across the hot rock underfoot.

The Rakshasa opposite her charged, its broad grin unfading. Four swords came swinging for her so she leapt back, putting some meagre distance between her and the red-skinned monster, her katana flying free from its sheath as she slashed for its upper-right arm. Alas it pulled its wrist back and retaliated with its middle-right sword, metal harshly screeching against metal as it held her back, its strength easily equal to her own.

Knowing better than to stand there she disengaged – and not a second too soon either as the Rakshasa's two lower arms jerked out, thrusting their own swords to where her stomach would've been. She evaded such a fate narrowly but the beast was far from done with her; not losing its broad grin as it turned and slashed out with three swords at once. Unable to duck into, under or over the attack Noshiro had no choice but to throw her weight back, wincing as several cuts marred her stomach, but she evaded disembowelment and landed on the hot rock underneath.

It didn't burn but the warmth was uncomfortable as she transitioned into a roll, getting one foot under herself – and then the Rakshasa was there, thrusting for her neck. She jerked her head out of the way and raised her blade in time to spare her neck, sparks tickling her skin from the grinding metals, and she used the monster's blade to push her away from its follow-up thrust. Her heel dug into the hot rock and she leapt at it then, intent on stabbing it through its chest-!

But like the two times before it, the monster brought two of its swords together in a guard, stopping her katana dead before shoving her back.

Noshiro grimaced. 'Dammit, does this thing not have any openings?!'

If it did she wasn't skilled enough to exploit them. Alas the time for introspection was over as the Rakshasa tensed its legs – and then it lunged at her, releasing an inhuman roar of bloodthirst as it did so. The sound shook her to her bones but Noshiro pushed down the primal fear that threatened to distract her, eyes hard as she quickly parried aside one broadsword and then the next, both hands on her weapon as she held back the torrential typhoon of blades.

Despite her best efforts, however, she could only do so much. Gashes opened up on her biceps and ribs as the tip of the monster's swords got past, cutting through cloth easily and drawing blood. A nick just next to her thumb made her right hand's grip slick, hot blood getting between her palm and handle, but with gritted teeth Noshiro just squeezed the handle tighter as she endured the relentless assault.

Until soon her back neared the fire. She couldn't back up any further. She felt her hair nearly ignite as the flames licked at her back, and in a moment of desperation she leapt to the side.

A mistake.

''Nn- agh!''

Two blades cut deep into her side and sent her sprawling across the hot rock. Noshiro hissed through gritted teeth, rolling onto her back only to regret that choice as her side burned with fresh pain. Stomping near her though inspired panic in her heart and she tried to stand-

-but then a heavy foot stomped on her stomach. The air was knocked out of her and it felt like her organs were pushed up into her chest, her wheeze pained. Clutching her sword she swung for the Rakshasa's muscled leg but a sword intercepted it, holding it back with ease. She couldn't put her back into it, pinned as she was, and the demon above her knew that.

So she was startled when it stepped off of her and backed up.

Not one to question good fortune Noshiro hurriedly scrambled to her feet, raising her sword – only to gasp as the Rakshasa lunged, pushing her blade aside and slashing down her front. Hot pain flared and she stumbled back, a diagonal line of pain from her collarbone down between her breasts to her stomach formed that wept crimson – but she had no time to address the wound as the Rakshasa came in again. She raised her katana and blocked it, but the sheer strength packed into the swing threatened to knock her sword from her weakened, slick grip.

A slash for her neck forced her to duck – and she saw stars as the beast's knee came up. Her nose made an unpleasant crunch sound and when her vision came back she was sprawled on the hot ground, sword just a few feet ahead of her.

Stomping alerted her to the Rakshasa's approach and she weakly looked up at the beast, its grinning visage seemingly wider than ever... before, with a foot, it nudged her sword towards her.

Daring her to continue fighting.

To submit, or to rebel until the end.

Noshiro gritted her teeth. She tried to push herself up but her arms were like jelly after tanking so many blows. Her head was light from strain, the sudden knee to her face and the blood loss – already she could feel her uniform, tattered as it was, clinging to her body as hot sticky ichor trickled down her belly and sides. She wasn't in fighting condition.

But she couldn't just give up to this monster.

Snatching her sword Noshiro lunged up, yelling at the top of her lungs-

And then a broadsword stabbed straight through her.

Noshiro froze, inhaling – only to vomit blood back out. Hot steel stabbed from her collarbone down through a lung and out of her lower back, probably hitting her heart on the way through. The slightest inhalation sent violent shudders through her, fluid filling her lungs as she tried to breathe only to rasp out what little oxygen her lungs would allow. Her chest hurt and her head felt lighter than before, her vision darkening around the corners, the grinning Rakshasa before her illuminated by the firelight.

'Is this... how it ends...?'

She tried to rebel, to defy, to fight-

-but she was so very tired. The toll of battle and blood loss weighed heavily on her form and her eyes fell shut against her will, her last breath shallow and meek, withering into a faint, noiseless exhale.

Then she blinked and she was standing once more.

Her legs were stiff and when she twitched she felt motion come to them; a bit of numbness, but otherwise mobile yet. A hand flew to her chest and she flinched as she felt the cooling blood cling to her dress, but the wound that caused it was gone. As was the one between her breasts or the smaller ones along her arms. The blood remained, but the injuries did not.

Low, ominous cackling that sounded like two rocks grinding together made Noshiro whip around, glaring as she found the Rakshasa where she'd last seen it. Only now its blade was impaling nothing; just crimson blood, fast drying in the heat, smeared across the blade. It flicked that sword out as it turned to face her, grin wide as it pointed all three of its left-handed broadswords at her, its other three kept close to its chest in a guard.

'Is this hell?' Noshiro was struck with the thought, gritting her teeth as she raised her blade. It rattled in her grip. 'Unable to die but forced to fight?'

She had tasted death. She had felt the coldness briefly touch her bones before she found herself alive once more. She hated it.

Yet the monster across from her didn't look like the merciful sort. The only way to escape, presumably, was to kill it in battle.

Assuming it didn't simply resurrect as well.

''Fine then.'' Noshiro rasped out, ignoring the very real fear of death in the back of her mind. ''Come at me.''

The Rakshasa obliged.

Blades clashed as it swung to meet her. Steel screeched as her retaliatory attacks were deflected or blocked outright. Cries pierced the roar of the flames as metal cut into her flesh. Gurgles preluded the final exhale as her heart was cut through by a stab, her watering eyes seeing little beyond the burnt stone underfoot.

Then she was back once more and fought. She tasted steel as she was stabbed through the throat and drowned on her own blood.

She came back and tried to surprise it. It disembowelled her with a triple slash.

She pleaded. It forced her into the fires. It laughed as she screamed, her death a slow one.

Time and time again Noshiro fought and fought, she bled by the bucket-load and broke more bones than she had in her body. Yet the best she managed was a few slashes across the beast's body, so insignificant that after a few deaths the blood flow had coagulated and ceased. The only mercy was that each time she came back from the dead her wounds were healed and the pain reduced to a phantom one – but the damage to her clothes and the fluids on her body didn't disappear.

After numerous deaths her serafuku shirt was in tatters, showing more stomach than she was comfortable with. Her sleeves had long since been hacked away at, leaving her tired arms bare, whilst her skirt was cut up but mostly in tack, if a bit more breezy. Her pantyhose those had been mostly destroyed by the fire, leaving them in tatters, the rest of her uniform not untouched either and marred with scorch marks. Why her clothes weren't entirely burned away eluded her, but she was grateful she didn't have to fight in the nude.

Modesty was one of the last things on her mind at the moment, however.

''Haah... haagh...''

Noshiro rasped in air, the tip of her sword stabbing into the hot rock underfoot as she fell to one knee. Blood ran down her bare arms from the numerous gashes now littering her formerly-flawless flesh and her expression was contorted into one of pain. Fatigue made her sword-arm shake but she didn't dare swap to her other hand, having already tried that before and lost her hand as a result.

Across from her the Rakshasa stood barely injured, only a handful of small cuts on its chest. She'd made progress, but only the tiniest increments of it. At this rate she'd die a hundred times more before she got remotely close to killing the beast – and if it came back from the dead like she did, then she didn't think she could keep fighting.

The Rakshasa's slow, stomping footfalls neared but Noshiro didn't raise her blade, not even when one of the Rakshasa's own touched her chin and lifted it up. The very tip of the blade opened a cut on her throat but she just flinched and no more, lacking the energy to. She simply gazed up at the monster before her, her body beaten and her spirit broken.

The demon's swords raised up – and then stabbed now, impaling themselves into the rock.

Noshiro didn't get the chance to be surprised before the Rakshasa grabbed her sword by the hilt and threw it aside, a wince flashing across her face as she saw it come to rest near the flaming wall. Her attention was quick to refocus on the red-skinned demon though as it tore away at its loincloth – and her heart fell into her stomach as it revealed its large, erect cock, red as the rest of it.

''W-What-''

Meaty fingers grabbed her left horn – and Noshiro choked as the monster's thick cock slammed into her mouth. It was so sudden she had no chance of stopping it, her hands jerking up to grab the monster's hips but doing nothing to stop it from rearing its cock back out before slamming back down her throat. Its girth was uncomfortably thick and pinned her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, every thrust pulling her head back-and-forth with the motion.

Worst when the tip of its cock pushed down her gullet. It made her feel sick, gagging, but the Rakshasa mercilessly pulled on her horn until she feared it might snap off, yanking her nose-deep into its crotch. Its musk filled her nose as its cock stuffed her throat, cutting of her air supply for a frantic moment before it pulled back only to do it all over again, the beast relentlessly face-fucking her.

''Ghk- nnghk-!'' Sloppy, rasped grunts escaped Noshiro, her eyes scrunching shut as she endured the oral violation.

Was this the price she paid for surrender? No longer death, but now merely defilement? Disgust welled within her but she was too weak to fight back, and she knew what awaited her if she resisted – no, better to just accept this as her fate, as much as she hated it. Thus with only grunts of discomfort Noshiro gave up resisting, her grip on the monster's hips token at best as it used her horn to pull her back and forth, using her throat as its own personal cock-sleeve.

Until abruptly it let her go. Noshiro sucked in a sharp breath, breaking out into coughs nary a moment later, wincing and thumping her chest as she tried to catch her breath. The Rakshasa though swiftly grabbed her by her serafuku and pulling until the tattered fabric ripped, exposing her bare breasts to the monster. It grabbed her tits as it pushed her down, a wince marring Noshiro's features as she was left pinned under its bulk; two of its hands restraining her wrists whilst another two forced her legs open. The hand groping her left breast soon darted down and ripped a hole in her tattered pantyhose, exposing her pussy as it positioned its saliva-coated cock against her opening-

-and then Noshiro screamed as it deflowered her, slamming into her virginal tightness. On instinct she resisted but pinned down as she was the cruiser could do nothing as the Rakshasa penetrated deep inside of her, forcing her virginal walls apart until its tip was pushing up against her cervix. Her back involuntarily arched and her eyes went wide, feeling the monster's huge cock inside of her, nearly breaking her apart.

Then it pulled back – only to slam back inside hard enough to make her scream. The Rakshasa though offered her no mercy as it drove its cock into her again, then again and again, each plundering plunge bashing her deepest parts. She threw her head from side-to-side, crying out as the monstrously-huge cock ruined her pussy, each thrust jamming it into her tight hole and forcing her insides apart just to accommodate it.

''Hnnng! Stop...!'' Noshiro managed to gasp out.

Naturally though the demon just ignored her, never losing its intimidating grin that was practically etched onto its visage – and Noshiro threw her head back as another stabbing thrust made her feel light-headed. The harsh, fleshy smacks of its loins against her own echoed out and she struggled to stay sane, her breath catching in her throat and her legs going numb from a mix of fatigue and abuse, her pussy used gleefully by the Rakshasa.

Screwing her eyes shut she bashed her head back against the stone, some dark part of her mind hoping it'd kill her so she'd come back untouched. Alas it wasn't enough and the beast seemed intent on preventing that; grabbing her horn harshly and pulling her head towards it as it ruthlessly forced itself into her, taking the air from her lungs with every hammering impact to her depths, her abused insides raped raw.

'It's too much, it's too...!'

The Rakshasa's two centre arms grabbed at her breasts again, squeezing and kneading them harshly enough to take the breath from her lungs. There was no pleasure to be felt in this hell. No gratification. Only pain and despair as the monster entered her again and again, only the barest of lubrication to ease its large cock into her tightness, its shaft throbbing and pulsating against her tender insides, its grip on her horn growing tighter and her forehead aching with the sensation.

''S-Stop-!''

Crack.

Bone splintered.

And then a shrill scream escaped Noshiro as the monster broke her horn off, leaving just a tiny stump left – and with a howl of its own the Rakshasa slammed into her unwilling pussy and unloaded a torrent of thick, hot semen into her depths. The sting of its impregnating load was second to the pain in her head, however; ragged gasps and tearful whimpers escaping Noshiro as she laid there, restrained and helpless as the monster filled her up.

Alas, it was not done with her.

A fact she learned well, her cries piercing the unnaturally still air, none save the flames privy to her despair.

X-x-X

'Damn it...'

That was the thought that circled around in Kinu's head as she knelt on the hot rock, panting for breath. Her right boot touched the ground but she lacked the strength to stand; her right hand gripping her trusted blade whilst her left arm hung limply by her side – a result of overestimating her own strength, and her ability to block a back-hand from the demon.

A demon who stood across from her, tall and proud. Numerous cuts marred its chest from where she managed to strike blows, feigning and leaning on deception rather than brute force – but despite her best efforts, it seemed this was as far as she could go. With her rigging perhaps she could've gone further, but she'd never know. She was one arm down, exhausted and her katana was beginning to blunt from the constant clashes. She wouldn't be surprised if it would soon break from the strain, durable though it was.

Kinu snapped out of her thoughts as the monster approached her; each step seeming to shake the ground underfoot. She grimaced, hanging her head in anticipation of an executing blow... but it never came.

Instead the Rakshasa used the tip of one of its swords to nudge her own away from her. She let it, wise enough to realise attempting to attack it right now would just end up with her impaled – it had six swords to her one, and this close there was no chance she could dodge. The clatter of her katana against the stone was lost to the ever-present roar of the flames around them – and she flinched as two of the beast's swords stabbed into the rock in front of her. As if daring her to grab them and use them as her own.

When she didn't, a engorged index finger cupped her chin, lifting it. With a grimace harshening her features Kinu obliged, staring up into the luminous jade eyes of the Rakshasa before her. It grinned as always, but there was a glint of something hungrier in its eyes – a satisfaction, too. She didn't get to ruminate on that for long before the beast slowly brought its upper-right blade to bear; dragging the tip along the ruined fabric of her top.

A sudden swipe – and then her top split open. Kinu's cheeks burned bright as her bra slid off too, her medium-sized breasts shown to the creature. A fresh shudder though trembled down her spine as it dragged the tip of its blade along her breast, teasingly drawing a circle around her nipple before lifting her left tit up a couple of times with the flat edge of the blade, playing with her chest yet threatening to harm her if she dared resist.

So she didn't. Her pride demanded she did – but pride wouldn't save her here. Patience, would.

Another swipe and her skirt came off. A slower, more pronounced cut made her panties fall limply around her knees. Seconds later the Rakshasa's loincloth fell and its large cock sprung out, looming over Kinu, the monster's want all too obvious to her in that moment. Once again pride reared its head but she pushed it down, not resisting as the demon grasped her hair and pulled her in, her lips parting for the tip.

Then she took it into her mouth. She did so slowly and mercifully the demon didn't force it down her throat, as if rewarding her for her compliance. Her lips grazed down its meaty shaft and with some effort she sucked back up to the tip, disgust simmering in her gut even as she repeated the motion, her head bobbing into its crotch. Her tongue was forced flat against the bottom of her mouth with its size, her jaw aching as she had to open her mouth wide just to fit it in.

''Mgk... mmph...'' Kinu grunted lowly, eyes shut as she sucked the Rakshasa off.

An approving growl escaped the beast, deep and husky. The noise sent a shiver up her spine but she didn't stop giving the demonic entity head, unconsciously taking it deeper and deeper as it pushed on the back of her head – until its tip hit the back of her throat. Kinu grunted but resisted the urge to gag, quelling the urge as best she could and just focusing on her newfound job, hoping if she served the monster well enough it would lower its guard. The swords were still in reach, but it still had four in its hands. The time wasn't right.

So she forced herself to give the Rakshasa a blowjob. Her lips pursed around its meat as she bobbed her head, every slurp making her gut twist and the taste of the being's cock – like smoke, she noted – made her feel sick, but she kept those thoughts to herself. She was almost tempted to grab its balls to see if that would make it cum quicker but the threat to retaliation kept her at bay, simply using her mouth and nothing else to pleasure the beast.

Until it pushed her head off. Kinu gladly took the chance to catch her breath, chest heaving, when the Rakshasa gestured. She glanced up in time to see it – an index finger twirling around.

'Turn around'.

Grimacing she complied, shuffling around and bending over on all fours. Shame crept up her neck and burned her cheeks as she felt its gaze run over her naked self, her jacket hanging open and her lower half bare, allowing the monster to kneel down behind her. Four dull thunks echoed as it impaled its swords into the hot ash-covered rock; two hands grabbing her hips whilst another two held her shoulders, leaving its middle-left hand to reach around and grope her breast – whilst the middle-right guided its cock to her opening, rubbing its large tip along her slit.

And Kinu moaned as it penetrated her. It wasn't a moan of pleasure but one of pain, not that the monster seemed to care – its saliva-coated cock sheathing itself between her petals and deep inside of her, claiming her first time and stuffing her full all on the first thrust. Kinu groaned through gritted teeth and clenched her fists, enduring the sensation of its large shaft penetrating right up to her cervix, the foreign fullness making it hard to breathe.

''Nn-!'' The hands on her shoulders suddenly pushed her down and her cheek found itself flush against the warm stone.

Not a second later the Rakshasa began to move in earnest. Its cock dragged out until the tip grazed her opening before it slammed back in with much more force than before, hard enough to make Kinu gasp and cry out, her stifled shouts of pain going entirely ignored by the demon as it took off the metaphorical gloves – harsh, echoing slaps of flesh filling the arena as it gleefully began to pound her submissive pussy.

A submission Kinu continued, teeth clenched as her body was filled with the demon's cock. She could feel it raking her insides as it pushed in-and-out of her, stretching her open in ways she'd never felt before and left her nauseous. The beast's groin smacked up against her ass cheeks hard enough to qualify as a spank, leaving her rear sore with each consecutive impact – worsened by the cock that jammed into her at the same time.

''...hnf, nn... nn- hngk... mn...''

Grunts and hisses were the only noises that escaped Kinu in response. If the Rakshasa was bothered it certainly didn't show it; instead taking the time to fondle her breasts at its leisure. Whatever pleasure she might've derived from the perverse act was ruined by its roughness; squeezing and kneading her breasts hard enough to bruise, yet she endured it with little more than a hiss of discomfort. It hurt less than the cock plunging into her, at least.

There was a gradual up-tick in its tempo, she noticed; managing to think through the discomfort. She could feel its girth pulsating within her and she tensed, feeling it throb all the more from her sudden tightness. With pursed lips Kinu just stayed quiet, eyes shut as she tensed her muscles and worked its cock as it plunged into her, the snug grip of her loins making the Rakshasa hiss in delight, its pace hastening and hastening until it was pounding her pussy outright, the sharp claps of flesh echoing in her ears-

-and then with a sharp roar it slammed into her aching cunt, a torrent of unnaturally-hot cum pouring into her womb. Its tip pressed against her cervix, delivered its baby-making seed into her womb, but she endured. She let it get this final victory. She let it impregnate her.

All so that in its moment of euphoria, it let down its guard and loosened its hold on her.

Then in a burst of motion Kinu jerked forth and turned, snatching up a broadsword – and before the Rakshasa could rearm itself, she jammed the hot blade up into its jaw and through its head.

The beast spluttered; jade eyes filled with what she could only describe as shock... before the light left its luminous eyes once and for all.

Around her the flames extinguished themselves, the embers fast to fade from the world. In their absence though the haunting quietude of the grey-scaled forest revealed itself; the air was unnaturally still, the colour drained from all surfaces, and that disturbing buzzing sound had returned to her ears, distracting as it was unfathomable.

Then suddenly Kinu felt the world under her pull her down, her whole world flipped suddenly on its axis-

And then she was back again.

Back in the lush green forest of Island 13.

For a moment the Sakura cruiser just sat there, dazed. It was only when she heard distant shellfire that she snapped out of it and remembered what had just happened – and why she'd been sent out into this godforsaken forest in the first place. Heinrich and Adalbert were still needing her aid – as was Noshiro, no doubt.

Hissing Kinu forced herself to her feet. Her left arm was still broken, her crotch ached and the wounds from her battle remained – but she was still able, and she wouldn't be put out of commission by this much. She refused to be. A quick glance around located her sword off to the side, in the same general area that the Rakshasa had thrown it, and she was relieved when she could summon her rigging once more. Her two 140mm guns might not pack the same punch other cruisers did, but she'd take every advantage she could get.

She was left with a problem though – how to get Noshiro back, assuming she'd been taken the same way Kinu herself had been?

Looking around she hoped to find some convenient portal but came up empty – when she spotted one of the sigils on the tree. It was glowing red.

She looked around, noticing all the other red marks, forming a vague circle around where she was stood... and where the flame barrier had been in that twisted Otherworld. Her knowledge of the spiritual was limited but it wasn't hard to form a connection, and so with a burst of fervour Kinu half-jogged, half-hobbled over to the nearest mark and slashed it. The sigil emitted red sparks as her blade dug a groove through it, and within seconds the glow flickered and faded.

For a brief moment, her world flickered grey. She ignored it and moved onto the next mark. Then the next one after that, and after that – four, six, nine, twelve marks-

-and after the thirteenth mark was severed, the sound of slapping flesh and a confused grunt reached her ears.

Kinu whipped around, eyes hardening as she found a Rakshasa identical to the one she'd slayed standing near the edge of the clearing – and under it, legs open and looking like a total mess, was Noshiro. The beast had its back to her and was unarmed so Kinu rushed it, blood singing in her ears as it pulled out and tried to turn-

Too late, as her blade dug into its neck – and with a single, brutally efficient slash, she beheaded the Rakshasa. If only it had been so easy when it was armed, she could only think as the decapitated head flew and rolled to a stop some twelve feet away, the light in the beast's eyes fast fading.

''...Kinu...?'' Came Noshiro's weak call.

Kinu looked down at her comrade-in-arms as the Rakshasa's headless body fell, wincing at the sight of her. Blood ran thick down her bare arms and marred her torso plentifully, cuts both fresh and not present upon her form, the scent of iron so strong Kinu could smell it from a couple feet away. Bruises marred her hips, her breasts, her shoulders and though she only glanced briefly, it was impossible to ignore the bruises between Noshiro's legs as well. Most noticeably, however, was the absence of one of her large horns – her left one snapped off, leaving just a small stub of bone near her forehead.

''You're safe now, Noshiro.'' Kinu said quietly, dipping her head. ''...can you stand?''

Noshiro closed her eyes and just drew a slow breath. A second later she put her palms to the grass and managed to push herself up, wincing as she did so. Kinu sympathised and offered a hand, pulling the other cruiser to her feet – and when Noshiro suddenly hugged her Kinu didn't resist, simply wrapping her one functioning arm around her comrade-in-arms. A brief silence held itself over them.

Kinu broke it first, gently extraditing herself from her hold – though she was surprised when Noshiro tried to continue the embrace, put off only when Kinu stepped back. Trauma from her defilement, perhaps? Or was she just feeling vulnerable?

After a moment Kinu rid herself of such thoughts. It wasn't up to her to determine such things. It was just up to her to bring Heinrich and Adalbert back to the fleet.

Stabbing her sword into the grass Kinu reached into her rigging, withdrawing a fresh uniform from it – plenty of spares packed inside the metaphysical space her hull took up, although not for situations like this. Regardless she looked over at Noshiro, offering it, but Noshiro tentatively shook her head and summoned her own rigging, withdrawing a fresh uniform of her own.

Quietly Kinu looked about. ''I'll keep watch.''

Noshiro didn't protest, and with some effort Noshiro managed to dress herself. The pain wracking her body and her own inner turmoil slowed her motions no doubt, but perhaps it spoke to Noshiro's pride, broken though it may be, that she managed to dress herself despite the awkwardness. Once that was done Kinu took the chance to finally clothe herself, although quickly ran into a problem with her broken arm – hissing at the slightest twitch she made with it.

Given that, she just left her broken arm within her jacket; tucked up against her side until she could have someone with medical knowledge look at it. Fighting with one arm would be troublesome, but she wasn't about to complain. Better than being that Rakshasa's broodmare for eternity.

She shuddered just thinking about it.

''Come on.'' Kinu murmured then, glancing over at her comrade.

A comrade who, despite being fully dressed, looked hardly better than before.

Her pride visibly broken, and her spirit crushed.

...alas, there was nothing Kinu could do to alleviate her of her woes. Not when she still felt the monster's mark within her womb, as if a final taunt.

''...we've still got a job to do.'' Kinu finished quietly, marching on.

Memories of the unfathomable Otherworld lingering strongly in her mind.

[END]

Chapter Text

The forest was quiet. Too quiet.

It was a sentiment shared by many others in the fleet at the moment; murmurs echoing around as they wondered where all the monsters had gone. Thus far they'd been attacked in disorganised waves or sieged by packs of monsters, but now their enemies seemed to have given up and left them alone. Except, that wasn't quite the case. Thanks to their planes they could spy a few packs of monsters through the canopies, darting and dashing about, but none drew near. They stuck close like packs of prowling wolves, but not attacking. Waiting for a moment of weakness.

Repulse was unnerved by it. Not that she let it show; keeping a chipper expression on her face as she scanned the trees around them, looking out for any monsters hiding behind them. She didn't find any thankfully, not that she really expected to – the Destroyers screening slightly further out would've noticed, but it never hurt to be careful. Destroyers could always mess up from time to time and there was no telling if there was a monster out there capable of sneaking past them, like with invisibility or perhaps just sheer speed.

It was a concern prominent in her mind as she marched near the front of the fleet, with Renown by her side. The pair, being Battlecruisers, were more suited to frontline action than the carriers who stuck to the rear, and in a better position to lend fire support should another attack come.

Motion in her periphery disturbed her train of thought, and a light smile curled at Repulse's lips as she found Arizona and Pennsylvania coming up behind them – the latter speaking. ''See anything?''

''Thankfully not.'' Renown answered for her, sword drawn in anticipation regardless. ''Though...''

Pennsylvania quirked a brow. ''Though?''

''...no, it's nothing.'' The blonde shook her head, frowning up at the sky. ''I just feel like I'm being watched, is all.''

''I kinda felt the same.'' Repulse admitted, looking at the other two.

The two Eagle Union girls looked between the two but shook their heads, signalling they didn't feel anything amiss – but Repulse had keen eyes. Arizona hesitated for a second.

'...hm, odd.' But she pushed it from her mind, deciding to reflect on it later.

Just in time too as she caught motion in the corner of her eye. Whipping her head to the left she spied only a hint of silver before whatever it was disappeared behind the tree. Frowning she signalled to the others to slow and approached alone, right hand squeezing her blade's hilt... but when she turned the corner, there was nothing there.

'Eh? I swore I saw something here...' Then again whatever it had been was so brief she couldn't even name what she saw. 'Maybe a trick of the light...?'

She wasn't sure, and unfortunately no information was forthcoming, so she sighed. ''False alarm! Doesn't seem to be any-''

Repulse was interrupted, however, by shouting near the front of the fleet. Frantic and startled, fast rising into shrieks – too alarmed to be a warning. They'd been taken off-guard.

''Combat positions!'' Pennsylvania barked out with an authority that compelled Repulse to obey.

And obey she did, darting back to Renown's side just as their vanguard fell back towards them, the Destroyers cut in places and one or two absent entirely, the few Werewolves pursuing them dying under a volley of cruiser fire. The reason for their retreat revealed itself as the sound of a thousand footfalls thundered towards them, rattling the trees around them and fuelling the unease swimming about in Repulse's gut.

There was so many more than before.

She gripped her sword and readied her rigging, glancing behind herself. The other heavy-hitters had come to the front and in the back she could see Impero on the radio, eyes hard as she launched planes at the same time. Probably calling in airstrikes. It'd take a minute or two for them to get here though, hopefully less if there was any squadrons circling nearby.

''Standard rotation.'' Pennsylvania called out and none deigned to interrupt her. ''Repulse you start, then next person in line. Ripple fire your shells and don't leave any openings for them to get through! Understood?!''

Those with the courage responded an affirmative whilst the rest merely remained grimly silent; Repulse herself included. She glanced worriedly to her exposed left flank, but several cruisers were already moving up to protect it. If the horde became too much they as a whole would move back, not allowing the monsters to encircle them. Thus far the strategy had worked out, not least because the monsters only had the sense to charge at the first thing they saw; only the smartest knew how to flank, the rest just either didn't bother, or were too feral to think that far ahead.

Such thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind, however, as the horde neared. Then in the next second they burst through the dense forestry ahead, a pack of Direwolves running side-to-side with Werewolves, the beast-kin keeping pace with one another as they barrelled towards the fleet. Behind them, running on all fours came Lizardmen and Beastmen, neither so much as glancing at one another.

But Repulse didn't stop to question. She didn't stop to be surprised.

She just pulled the trigger.

Nary a second later her guns opened fire – a loud blast erupting across the dirt not thirty feet ahead of her, followed by another shell, then another and another – firing her guns one at a time. At the same moment the escorts in front of her opened fire too, an ear-piercing rattle of main guns and even anti-air guns opening up into the coming horde, forming a veritable wall of lead that blew apart trees and carved a soot-laden gash through the forest ahead of them, any monster close enough to be caught finding themselves reduced to fine red paste.

The moment her guns ran dry the next person in line – Renown – took over, timing her shells with effortless grace and then passing the baton along to Arizona, then to Pennsylvania, and so on. The moment she reloaded Repulse fired once more, and the cycle continued; not a single monster breaching their wall of lead as they systematically cut down the horde of suicidal monsters. Though their numbers were far greater than all other attacks, they fell for the same trick the others did.

Or at least, they should've.

Because out of nowhere the cruisers on her left screamed, the sound barely audible over the deafening ripple-fire of her own cannons – and shock gripped her heart as Centaurs broke through their left flank. Standing nearly twice her height and with the torso of a pale man but the lower half of a horse they were intimidating, but most importantly fast. Like historical cavalry they broke through their left flank with such speed Repulse barely had the time to turn – and the air was knocked out of her as it rammed into her, its sheer momentum sending her onto her back and trampling her with its rear hoof before it kept on going, shoving aside any Battleships not fast enough to dodge out of the way.

An identical calvary charge came from the right side, their approach muted by the heavy gunfire and leaving the defenders only a few seconds to register their coming before they broke through the cruisers guiding their flanks. Those faster on the draw were quick to retaliate; Littorio herself whipping around and firing a fresh salvo into an approaching Centaur, blasting both it and the one behind it to mist.

Repulse scrambled to her feet, spotting another coming – but then Renown was in front of her, yelling as she slashed out with her sword and lopped off both the front legs of the beast. It fell without them, yowling something inhuman, but someone else blasted its head off. Compared to the others it wasn't nearly as durable, but its speed was superior to even that of a real horse. Weak when intercepted... but good at breaking up defensive lines when used correctly.

But why would a mere monster aid its fellows in breaking up their lines, when previously they seemed content to fight amongst themselves? Why show such coordination now, when not before?

What changed?

Such thoughts, alas, were without answers.

''Repulse!'' Renown grabbed her then and hauled her up. ''Fall back!''

Repulse didn't question her sister-ship and did as she was told, reloading her guns and firing a salvo over her peers and into the coming horde. Now that their firing line had been rent into disarray the monsters had broken through, the escorts at the front hurrying to get away – but one, Comet, was too late; wailing as a Werewolf grabbed her and dragged her away into the bushes. The bush was blown up a second later, but both the wolf and the Destroyer were gone by then.

The brunette Battlecruiser felt her heart clench but knew better than to rush in to help. Instead she ran back towards the carriers, spotting another Centaur coming up behind her – and so with a yell she lashed out. Her blade cut into its side and ripped open a nasty gash across its side, causing it to stumble and soon fall with a yowl. She didn't stop to kill it though, leaving the ruthless beheading to Renown who followed only a few steps behind her; both of them coming to a stop near the front of the main fleet.

Screams though made her jerk her head back, alarm filling her as she watched Crescent and Cygnet be picked up by Gremlins and lifted off into the sky, flailing as they tried to get free. Crescent managed to jam their gun barrel into the jaw of the beast and kill it, but Cygnet was much less fortunate and disappeared into the canopy, screams fading as the sound of shellfire overtook it.

More Gremlins descended but the escorts were more prepared, firing up and nailing a chunk of the smaller monsters out of the sky – but in doing so, further weakened the barrages against the horde as their attention was divided even further. Bombs rained down from the carrier's dive bombers but they could only thin the horde so much, especially now as the monsters spread out further, forcing the Ship-Girls themselves to widen their line lest they be encircled.

Which was exactly when the Centaurs came charging back once more. This time they sprinted straight through the middle, other monsters parting way for them or even seeming to leap to their defence – and then they ran straight through their faltering defensive line.

Littorio was unfortunate enough to be hit, grunting harshly as she was sent tumbling, but the Centaurs kept moving, aiming for the carriers in the rear.

Alas Repulse was in no position to aid them as a trio of Werewolves came for her. Renown leapt in front of her, blasting them to pieces, but a Direwolf came in from the right. Repulse darted forth and stabbed the creature through the jaw, killing it instantly, and Renown sliced through the two Gremlins attempting to dive-bomb them. Together the sister-ships worked in perfect harmony, their blades carving through any foe foolish enough to get in their way whilst their cannons blasted holes in the horde, preventing them from being overwhelmed.

Until the thrice-damned Centaur came back once more. One of them leapt over the corpses of its fellows and grabbed Repulse by the scruff of her capelet, eliciting a yelp from the Battlecruiser as it hauled her easily two dozen feet away before she finally managed to slice its arm off, dropping her to the ground in an ungraceful roll. The beast ran off but her attention was more on her sister, running back towards her and firing her cannons as she did so, buying Renown time to fall back.

''Quick, we need to- ah!''

Repulse's startled cry rung out as a Werewolf, having slipped into her blind spot, leapt and tackled the brunette to the ground. She scrambled to stab it but the beast pinned that arm down, a claw digging into her wrist and forcing her to drop her weapon. It did, however, give her the chance to throw the beast off to the side – but the wolfish creature was faster, leaping and latching onto her rigging, its claws raking through the metal with frightening ease.

Renown sought to aid her sister but before she could an identical Werewolf leapt on her from behind, its considerable weight pushing her down onto her stomach. Grunting as she fought against it, flipping her sword around and stabbing it in the stomach, but despite howling from the wound the beast continued raking its claws through her rigging, rending metal as if it were wet paper and swiftly leaving Renown with only her blade.

A blade she used to behead the beast in one swift stroke, shoving its now-headless corpse off of her. However by now the horde was upon her, many monsters simply running past her as they sought more prey – but one Werewolf leapt at her. She swung at it but to her surprise it actually had the sense to dodge, evading her follow-up strikes too, albeit by the narrowest of margins.

Then when she least expected it the beast lunged – and bit into her wrist.

Gritting her teeth Renown refused to let go of her weapon, tugging and yanking – when Repulse cried out from behind her.

Instinct made her look back, spying Repulse on the ground, naked – the remains of her clothes shredded around her.

Her lapse in focus was ruthlessly capitalised on and the next thing Renown knew her weapon was forcibly ripped out of her hand and thrown aside, lost amidst the trampling footfalls of the monsters. A jolt of fear wriggled its way into her heart but Renown quashed it, releasing a yell as she charged with a fist cocked back.

She never got to use it as a second Werewolf tackled her from the side, knocking the wind out of her. She hit the grass with a gasp and the Werewolf eagerly ripped into her clothes, claws raking down her collarbone and between her breasts, cutting into her flesh enough to draw blood but no deeper – but her clothes were given no such mercy, cut cleanly in twain. As was her skirt, her panties cut alongside it and leaving Renown clad in naught but her thigh-highs, her newfound nudity bringing a dark blush to her face.

''B-Back!'' Renown grunted out, kicking, but the Werewolf caught her limb with a sinister sneer.

It grabbed her other leg too, lifting both up and pressing them over herself, much to her alarm. The reason why becoming apparent as its erect cock dragged along her bare pussy lips – and a sharp cry fled her thought as the beast penetrated her. The suddenness of it dulled the pain for only a moment before it hit, a wince marring her usually-stoic visage as she felt the wolf's sizeable shaft bury itself deep within her formerly-virgin cunt.

Then it drew back – and the air was once more knocked out of as it slammed back into her. With her own legs pressing down on top of her it was hard to refill her lungs, her struggles unceasing even as she was shamefully mating-pressed into the dirt, the beast's weight keeping her pinned as it had its vile way with her. The sensation of having her insides ruined by its bestial dick was arguably

Repulse, laying a mere few feet away, found herself suffering the same fate – her high-pitched cry ringing out as the Werewolf shoved its meaty cock into her virgin hole, stuffing her to the brim on the very first thrust. She flailed but found herself rendered helpless by the furry beast, and when she dared reach out towards Renown the beast pinned her arm down with one of its large hands, its other keeping her right thigh pressed down on top of her.

''H-Hey! Hnf- get off- hnng!'' Repulse's cry withered into a wheeze as its tip pushed against her cervix, its balls resting against her ass as it so deeply filled her.

The beast howled in delight above her, tail wagging as it plundered her pussy, mating with her like it had waited its whole life just for this moment – and acted with that sentiment in mind. It cared not for her protests nor her feeble struggles but simply rutted her into the dirt, its snout brushing her face before it reared its canine head back, howling with delight as its swelling cock stuffed her tight sex, its knot pushing and pressing against her opening.

Repulse felt it but didn't give it much thought, the pain of having the beast inside of her and her struggles taking precedence in her mind – until the knot pressed firmly against her, and she realised what it was.

A split-second before the knot penetrated her, forcing itself into her formerly-virgin cunt. Instantly Repulse wheezed, the air fucked from her lungs and leaving her wide-eyed as the Werewolf knotted her, the ring of flesh stretching her pussy out and preventing it from pulling out – even should it die, it would now remain attached to her, ensuring its seed would reach her womb no matter what. A fact Repulse seemed at least subconsciously cognizant of, her struggles weakening briefly before she seemed to find some strength yet left in her; pushing and shoving at the beast's head.

Up until it bit her hand. With a yelp she withdrew her hand, cowed, but still continued to try and shove its chest away from her own – not that it would do her any good. The knot was firmly in place. Her fate as its mate was as sealed as the knot in her pussy.

Renown on the other had fought with much more vigour. Despite being mating-pressed into the grass the blonde knight feverishly fought back, multiple bite marks on her hands yet not stopping her from trying to punch the wolfish beast in the face – but she was no closer to escape than her sister. She was just more stubborn; ignoring the feeling of the beast's knot forcing itself into her womanhood, raking her tender walls as it pistoned in-and-out of her unwilling hole.

''Hnf-! F-Foul beast...!'' Renown gasped back, attempting to punch.

Only for her arms to be grabbed as the beast pinned her down. Renown sought to resist further but the beast suddenly sped up its thrusts, fucking a gasp out of the blonde as her expression twisted – intimately feeling its large, swollen shaft ram up against her cervix, battering her deepest parts like a battering ram and churning her insides with its knot, forcing her to feel a pleasure she refused to accept, her mind white for a brief second-

And then the Werewolf came. Snarling it slammed down into her abused cunt and let loose a torrent of virile cum, forcing a cry out of Renown as she was bred. Its thick, viscous seed filled every crease and crevice of her insides, a spasm jolting through her and making her throw her head back, gasping as her womb was pumped full of the beast's puppy batter. Her toes curled, her fists clenched, her lungs refused to work.

'It... inside of me...'

She was snapped harshly from her thoughts though as Repulse wailed then; bringing Renown's gaze over to her younger sister. A sister who wailed and thrashed, in the throes of imminent impregnation – until the beast above her pressed down one final time, howling as it no doubt released its seed within her. Even from the side Renown could see how its engorged balls throbbed in tandem with its shaft, pumping its semen deep into her defenceless and crying sister-ship.

It felt like a full minute passed before the Werewolf finally finished cumming inside of her sister, and for a brief, perhaps foolish moment, Renown hoped they were finished with them.

Only for such hopes to perish as the Werewolf holding her suddenly gripped her hips and stood up. Her head and shoulders were left on the dirt but her hips were hauled up as the furred beast stood – and a startled cry jolted from her lips as it sudden got a second wind, pounding her aching pussy raw. The knot within her prevented it from pulling out too far though and caused it to roughly pull on her insides, fucking cries past Renown's parted lips.

A mere few feet away Repulse found herself shoved against the tree, gasping first in pain – and then in surprise as the Werewolf began to ram into her once more. It shoved her against the hard bark of the tree and slammed into her tight cunt, its knot plugging her hole and preventing any of its semen from leaking out, making every thrust slosh its cum about her pussy. The sensation was one Repulse acutely felt, spasming and feebly fighting back against the monster's hold; failing to escape its grip regardless.

''Nn! S-Someone...!'' Repulse fruitlessly gasped out, knowing deep in her heart nobody would come to save them, but trying regardless.

Renown on the other hand merely gasped and groaned, eyes screwed tightly shut as the monster grabbed her hips and twisted her around so she was facing the ground – and in the process forced her to feel its meaty knot churn up her insides as she was turned. The moment she was hanging forth the beast went back to ploughing her unwilling cunt, the harsh slaps of flesh hardly muted by its fur and her cries coming out in sharper intonations each time, a shameful sliver of pleasure teasing her groin.

'No, I can't... not to this beast, this monster...!'

But her body had betrayed her. No matter how much she rebelled, how much she cried her disgust, it felt good. The churning tug of its knot, the fullness of its cock as it slammed into her aching womanhood, the forcefulness with which it treated her – it all tapped into some previously-unknown kink of hers and made Renown senseless, her mouth ajar at first before hanging open agape, weak moans fucked from her throat as she surrendered to the pleasure-giving knot.

Repulse saw it. She saw the moment her blonde sister gave in, heard the first moan of pleasure, timid as it was, pass her lips. And she hated it. She cried out to her sister, reaching out, but Renown didn't hear her – couldn't hear her over the clamour of the monsters around them. Nor could she even really hear what Renown moaned to herself, her ears filled with a thousand footsteps and the sound of her ass being clapped; the beast behind her forcing itself into her sex with growing vigour. Telling of the next load to come.

''Nn, n-no! L-Let go of her at least!'' Repulse tried bargaining – to no avail. The monster didn't even appear to hear her.

Struggling was useless. Pleading was useless.

Resistance was useless.

And so with eyes screwed shut Repulse just endured. She refused to give in but some small part of her already had, her body crushed up against the tree as the bestial wolf-man had its way with her, raping her raw until it eventually flooded her unwilling womb with its puppy-batter, her legs jolting and spasming under her as she was impregnated.

Feet away Renown too faced the same fate, but welcomed it with a dumb, dull moan, her mind sundered by the dick spearing between her lips.

The knots within them keeping the seed deep within them.

X-x-X

The Centaurs, acting like cavalry, broke up the ranks of Ship-Girls.

Those that did not fall to the monsters themselves were quick to retreat and regroup, unable to stop and save many of their allies, especially their escorts, as they simply couldn't kill their foes fast enough.

Centaur, Light Aircraft Carrier of the Royal Navy, tried her best to aid their fellows. She'd recalled her planes back in time to aid with the defence but the monsters came in so fast. The Centaur monsters in particular were far too quick for her to effectively combat – the thick canopy of the forest made ground-spotting tricky at the best of the times, a fact somewhat remedied due to the ongoing battle destroying it, but the Centaurs were so quick they covered any open ground in seconds. Far too quick for her bombers to notice, line up and bomb before they were gone.

The monsters themselves, once they had broken up their defensive lines, also sought her and the other carriers out. She noticed the shift quickly, how they all, from various positions, made a beeline straight for them. But surely that wasn't right – how could they know where they were, and more pressingly know they were important? They were animals, beast of a foreign nature, but even intelligent beasts would struggle to see them as the real danger. After all why would they, the people standing in the rear with seemingly limited weapons, pose more of a threat than the Battleships with the big guns actively shooting them?

Yet all her ruminations meant little when the Centaur came barrelling past, charging down several of their carriers and picking up one or two even, throwing them back through a combination of arm strength and sheer momentum.

When faced with such an offensive, without escorts or support, retreat was the only viable option.

Alas, the monsters were not keen on giving her any.

''Ah!''

Centaur cried out as the Centaur grabbed her by the neck, its humanoid hand inordinately large as it yanked her off of her feet, carrying her through the forest at what must be near forty miles an hour, her blonde hair fluttering in her face as she tried to remove the beast's hold.

She needn't have tried as it suddenly let her go, and with a startled gasp Centaur hit the ground, her momentum carrying her across the forest floor as she tumbled and rolled over grass and through bushes until hitting a tree – knocking the air out of her. For a moment she couldn't breathe, her lungs seizing up as she tried and failed to get more oxygen into them, her breaths coming out as little more than wheezes.

The sound of heavy hooves trundling back around made her tense, and by some divine mercy her breath came back to her. Scrambling to her feet Centaur looked around for a way back to the others, her bow rigging already destroyed by a previous attack and leaving her virtually defenceless. Alas her moment of reprieve lasted only a few more seconds before the Centaur suddenly burst out of the bushes on her right.

And then kicked her in the stomach. The air, freshly settled in her lungs, was expelled as she was sent flying back into a large boulder. Gasping Centaur managed to not be winded this time and scrambled for purchase on the rock, twisting around and grabbing onto the top of it – with it only as high as her waist she could climb over it and use it as cover-!

A prospect denied as two hooves planted themselves down on her shoulders, pinning her down – and nearly breaking her shoulders in the process.

''A-Aghh...!'' Centaur cried out, her expression contorted into a wince. ''M-Mystical spirit, please, take mercy upon me...!''

It was a plea to the forest beast, from an elf to the man-beast, but a plea that went cruelly ignored.

Something Centaur realised as a thick phallus tip brushed against her ass cheek, sending a cold shiver up her spine. Her eyes widened in fear and her pupils constricted, her gaze peering up at the beast and shaking her head, wordlessly pleading not to defile her as her kin had been – her fear only growing as the tip pressed against her panty-clad crotch, the thickness of its tip evident as it pressed onto her clothed lips.

Yet she couldn't struggle; she'd sooner break her bones than escape the Centaur, its hooves keeping her trapped in a bent-over position. Her hands still clutched and clawed at the boulder, frantically looking for something to use even as the pressure grew, the Centaur slowly sinking its hips forwards and pushing the head of its horse cock against her underwear, straining the fabric more and more, threatening, terrifying-

-until at last the material gave way, and its cock slammed into her virgin cunt.

''HYAAAA!'' Came Centaur's agonised shriek as she was so suddenly, brutally deflowered.

Her mind practically went white, momentarily passing out from the pain of having something so thick jam into her womanhood, ripping through her hymen and bashing up against her cervix in a single powerful thrust, like a lance up her crotch. Yet the Centaur beast was not content with just that and reared its hips back, pulling a pained wail out of Centaur as she felt it stir up her tenderised pussy – before ruthlessly it slammed back in, its cock-head pressing against her cervix to the point it felt like it'd penetrate that part of her too.

A desire the man-beast had, clearly. With a gruff grunt more like a horse's snort than anything human the Centaur kept jamming itself into her, every thrust stretching Centaur to her limits and fracturing her mind – agonised noises escaping her as she wasn't just raped but broken by the large cock stuffing her. The potent force behind every thrust pushed her against the rock and dragged her breasts along the top of the stone, her clothes doing nothing to stifle the rough graze on her flesh nor stop her thin legs from quaking under her, and had it not been for her impalement she no doubt would've collapsed outright from the pain in her groin.

The pain of which only grew as the Centaur slammed into her, stuffing her formerly-virginal pussy, the thick tip bashing her cervix, forcing, pressing-!

Until finally it penetrated that part of her too.

Centaur screamed. A terrible scream coupled with a voice crack as her innermost sanctum was breached, and the lengthy horse cock slammed up her birth canal, hitting the deepest parts of her womb. It was too much. She wailed incoherently as the massive cock ruined her, plunging between her stained-crimson petals as it churned up her insides, its sheer girth causing her to have a potent bulge up her groin, so engorged it looked like the Centaur's shaft was about to burst out of her.

The monster yowled in delight, and the pressure on her shoulders increased to the point her mind went white with the pain, her jaw limp as she simply stopped thinking. She only felt – be it the monster-sized cock ruining her insides and turning her into mush to the pressure on her shoulders that made her bones creak, she was left in a hell where she could only feel the terrible things being done to her, her body little more than a breeding tool for the horse on top of her.

The pounding shook her bones and for a dim moment she wondered if it was going to penetrate her stomach too, to fuck her all the way up to her throat, but in some twisted mercy it didn't – reaching no further than her pelvis as it fucked her senseless. Her groin bruised and ached as it was stretched out to inhuman levels, her durability as a Ship-Girl the only reason her insides were outright turned to mush by its powerful cock, her mind being the only thing to truly break from the non-stop, thunderous thrusts-!

And then like a gunshot the Centaur creampied her. It yowled and Centaur made a strangled, wheezing cry in return, convulsing as an explosion of semen erupted inside of her, filling her womb to bloating poind and overflowing from her opening in liberal quantities in moments. Her groin bulged to painful degrees, every throb of the horse cock acutely felt as it bred her, treating her more like an uncooperative mare than a woman.

Until at last, a small eternity later, it pulled out.

The moment it did so a literal waterfall of cum spilled out of Centaur, her vagina unable to hold it all and causing it to ooze out and form a thick, viscous puddle between her quaking legs, the fluid tinted pink by her defilement.

Centaur for her part, however, offered no reply. She just stared off into the forest, her mind broken.

After some time the Centaur removed its hooves from her shoulders, and without it Centaur collapsed into a heap in the puddle of the Centaur's expelled fluids, eyes dulled and her stare a thousand yards long. Yet, she still took note of the Centaur that trudged away, seemingly proud of its accomplishment.

'...is it... over?'

No. It never would be, she realised.

Staring at the pack of Werewolves, Gremlins and Lizardmen that crept in through the bushes, hissing and growling in delight at the vulnerable elf laid broken before them.

''N-No...'' Centaur whimpered, fresh, if small tears leaking from her eyes. ''No more, please...''

Her pleas, once more, fell on deaf ears.

And Centaur could only wail as she was claimed once more, her body a mere tool for the monsters eager to lay their seed within her, forcing her into motherhood.

[END]

Chapter Text

The horde surged faster than they had any right to do so.

The battle line was in tatters, those able fleeing as they were routed by the cavalry-like charge of the Centaurs, and while those able tried to protected those not, it was all too chaotic. Out on the ocean there was a wide berth between ships, shells took time to fly and manoeuvres could take tens of seconds at the best of times – but here, in the forest, they had less than seconds to react and retaliate. If nothing else, it was a testament to their skill and experience they were even able to operate as effectively as they were.

Arizona for her part hadn't stopped firing for the last... however many minutes it had been. Her focus swapped between enemies feverishly – a Werewolf running past her left was blown up with one shell, then the next shell was lobbed at a Lizardman just past it, then the third shell fired further back to disrupt the coming back. Gremlins tried to dive-bomb her but she tilted her body, using her turret's body to block the strikes and bashing the flying creature before it could even attempt to scratch through her rigging, often killing the more fragile creatures outright or at least disabling them.

Pennsylvania was at her back the whole time, the two sisters working in seamlessly coordination as they timed their shells so they were never completely defenceless. With their riggings summoned rather than their hulls they had no secondaries to rely on, nor any melee weapons like Renown and Repulse did – the thought of the two Battlecruisers luring Arizona's gaze over to where she'd last seen them. She didn't know where they'd gone, but hopefully they were safe.

''Incoming!'' Pennsylvania called out in warning.

Arizona glanced right, cursing to herself for overlooking the Centaur charging towards them. She fired but the beast was nimble enough to dodge, aided by her rushed aim – her shell exploding somewhere behind it.

In the smoke though, behind the Centaur, she saw a glint of silver. Coming from something in the shape of a human.

'What is-'

Too late, the Centaur was here. She was spared from being struck as Pennsylvania shoved her out of the way and braced against the hoofed strike with one of her turrets, but the aforementioned turret was badly damaged – holes nearly punched through the steel, stopping just shy of going straight through and hitting her anyway. Pennsylvania yelled back at the beast and, without letting its forelegs free, whipped her left turret around and blasted the equine beast into a fine red mist, the smoke billowing past them.

Arizona hurried to her feet, waving off the smoke as best she could. Motion ahead though warned of a coming foe and she spied a Direwolf trying to make its way through the smoke, no doubt disoriented by it – and she took the chance to fire, blasting it. The shockwave blew away the worst of the acrid smoke and once more the monsters nearest went for them; roars, wails and shrieks aplenty as they came from nearly every angle, held at bay only by her main guns.

Until a Werewolf somehow got into her blind spot and leapt on her from behind.

Arizona shrieked in fright, throwing her turrets about to try and shake it off but the monster's claws raked through the metal like it was wet paper, removing her rear and left turret. Unbalanced Arizona stumbled and soon fell, her remaining turret ripped free and leaving her totally defenceless under the beast – her arms pinned as it forced itself on top of her.

'Oh no no no...!' Arizona tried kicking but the Werewolf ignored her blows, a sinister grin to its maw as it forced her wrists together above her head – freeing its left paw to scratch her skirt off, the fabric torn apart and falling limp, leaving nothing to stop it from removing her panties.

'Penny!' Arizona cried out in her mind – but she couldn't vocalise it. Her throat was clogged, her body frozen with fear as she saw the monster's large cock-

-and then before she could even consider resistance it shoved itself inside of her. Pain flared and she screamed in both fright and pain, throwing her head back, but the Werewolf howled in delight and pressed her legs down over her – mating-pressing her into the bed as it ruthlessly forced its animalistic cock into her. She tried to kick but couldn't with it holding her legs down, and when she tried to push it off with her hands it snapped at them, threatening to bite her fingers off.

The air was knocked out of her as it pulled partway out, her walls raked by its sizeable shaft before it slammed back into her. It felt like it would break her, stretching her out like this and making her toes curl. She wheezed but the monster showed no mercy, grinning ferociously down at her as it mated with her, raping her defenceless pussy with every savage buck of its hips, its considerable weight making it hard to breath.

Even more so when it pushed down on her. The scent of its fur, musky and wet, made her nauseous and tears came to her eyes unbidden, mixing with her mascara and running black lines down the sides of her face. The beast sneered and licked her face, tongue slobbering over her and making her whimper fearfully, her head turning to one side to avoid it – yet nothing could help her avoid the thick cock ruining her pussy.

''N-No, please...'' Arizona whimpered out, feeling something fleshy bump against her pussy lips, like a ring of flesh.

Which was exactly what it was, she acutely realised.

Right before the Werewolf's knot forced itself into her deflowered cunt.

''Nn- hyaah!'' Arizona screamed, eyes wide.

It was too big. Compared even to its cock that would make a hung human male feel envious the knot was huge; stretching her pussy out and making her spasm and thrash involuntarily, trying to move in a way that would lessen the strain on her loins. Yet there was little Arizona could do, her gasps laced with budding cries as the monstrous beast slammed its cock down into her and buried its knot firmly into her, knotting her and firmly connecting their bodies, preventing her from escaping it now.

The beast above her growled, sadistic pride gleaming in its toothy grin. It released her thighs but held her forearms to the grass instead, her legs on either side of the beast as it slowly pushed in as deep as it could go, as if forcing its knot to push even deeper in to her stretched pussy before slowly pulling back. The way its bumpy knot rubbed against her inner walls made Arizona spasm, her gasps shaky, and she screwed her eyes shut in some attempt to ignore the reality before her.

'Oh my god it's so big please take it out it hurts take it o-out!'

The Werewolf didn't answer her unspoken plea, growling gutturally instead. Steadily its momentum grew as it picked up speed, fucking tearful gasps out of Arizona as it churned up her deflowered pussy, her insides tender and sore as the monster cock raped her. The rim of its knot though scraped a part of her insides that made her feel strange, the sensation mixing with the pain flaring in her loins, and with every thrust the foreign sensation grew.

Until she realised it was pleasure. Arizona shook her head, physically revolted at the thought she was enjoying this in even the slimmest sense, but there was no denying the itch of goodness in her loins as the Werewolf shoved its meaty cock into her. She struggled harder to compensate, as if her resistance would dim the pleasure – but her tossing and squirming just made the knot rub against that sweet spot even more, making her gasp and whimper from the unwanted pleasure.

''No, I can't be...'' She couldn't finish the sentence, her breath caught in her throat before coming out as a feeble whimper.

The Werewolf let out a disturbing mockery of a cackle, ragged and raspy, and Arizona whimpered as it rubbed its snout into her ear. She couldn't do anything, she realised, left utterly helpless under the monster as it raped her into the dirt, using her like its own personal fuck-toy. Its weight crashed down on her repeatedly and vigorously, the knot within her swelling in size until it blocked her entrance completely, assuring any semen spilled within her wouldn't be able to leak out.

With the sensation came the pounding thrusts of the beast, each faster than the last and soon fucking a wail out of Arizona, her insides seizing around it – in turn accelerating the pleasure rushing through her system. She gasped, clutching onto dirt and grass in some vague hope to hold off against the pleasure forcing its way through her nerves, feeling light-headed as she was raped and practically got off on it, the shame welling within her too much-!

And then she came.

Not a second later the Werewolf slammed down into her, its swollen cock-head forcing itself up against her cervix right before it unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky puppy-batter, its virile seed flooding her womb and making Arizona black out for a split-second, the sensation of being thoroughly bred sending shudders roiling through her body. She wanted to fight it. To resist it. To call out for help and get away from this beast.

But she could not. Pinned, defeated and pumped full of cum Arizona could only lay there, gasping and panting, and whimpering in shameful pleasure as the knot within her churned as the beast started to move once more.

Intent on breeding her for the next hour to come, minimum.

X-x-X

Pennsylvania saw Arizona go down.

Alas she wasn't in a position to help her sister-ship as several Direwolves came in from her right. Snarling at them Pennsylvania blasted them but one managed to evade the shell aimed for its face, rushing her – only to yelp when she uppercutted it in the throat, sending the beast onto its side with a choked rasp, unable to breathe. With a mercilessness rarely seen the Battleship kicked the beast up the jaw, snapping its neck with an audible crack, before she sighted the Lizardmen trying to flank her.

Another salvo blew them to pieces but she was running low on ammo now. Biting her bottom lip she darted her gaze about and spied a Gremlin coming in high, prompting her to raise her turret to block its grab – but at that moment a Direwolf came in, leaping for her throat. She jammed her arm into its mouth and gritted her teeth as it bit down, teeth sinking into flesh but failing to dig much deeper before she jammed her thumb into its eye. The wolfish beast howled and flinched back, throwing its head about in pain.

Leaving it vulnerable to her tackling it to the ground and, with a violent twist, snapped its neck.

Letting the limp body fall from her arms Pennsylvania stumbled to her feet, panting. Her guns reloaded so she sought out another target and the moment she saw some monsters running towards the fleet she fired on them, blasting easily a dozen to pieces, but thinking was becoming hard – disorientation confusing her, even as she stubbornly kept herself focused, not allowing herself to get bogged down in the pandemonium around her.

Alas she hadn't expected a Werewolf to be hiding in the canopy of the tree behind her. It hit her back with enough force to send her onto her stomach, knocking the wind out of her as its sharp claws raked through her rigging, snapping off all three of her turrets before she could hope to retaliate. Gritting her teeth Pennsylvania resisted, trying to rise up, but the beast snarled at the back of her head and dug one of its hind paws into her lower back, forcing a pained gasp out of the Battleship.

However the beast made the mistake of only putting one foot on her back. Recognising an opening Pennsylvania reached back and grabbed the offending leg and, using all her strength, yanked the beast to one side. It yelped as it fell and she rolled with her momentum, stumbling back to her feet and raising both fists up in a boxer-esque stance, scowling something fierce.

''Let's see if you're tougher than Nevada when she needs to blow off steam, eh?'' Pennsylvania hissed at the monster.

The Werewolf clambered back to its feet and growled at her, its fur matted with dirt and its hulking body towering over her by a foot, but she didn't waver.

Seeing that the Werewolf lunged, swiping for her, but she side-stepped and jabbed it in the chest. It grunted and made to swipe at her with its other hand but she narrowly ducked, fist flashing up and uppercutting the beast, stunning it long enough for her to grab it by its furry chest and cock her fist back – and let it loose, socking it straight in the jaw.

The beast fell back with a whine, scrambling, but with a snarl Pennsylvania mounted it and slammed a fist down, snapping its head to one side. Blood not her own stained her knuckles as she delivered another fist-

-or was about to, before a second pair of paws grabbed her biceps from behind, yanking them back.

''Hn-?!''

At the same time the Werewolf under her grabbed her thighs in its large paws, nails digging into her flesh – and when she looked down she saw the gleam of victorious pride in its eyes. Pennsylvania gritted her teeth at that, yanking her arms and throwing her weight about, but between the two Werewolves restraining her she suddenly found herself restrained... and in a precarious position.

A shiver shot up her spine as something hard rose and pushed up against her crotch. Her underwear was absent, she noted, and wondered dimly if it had been cut loose during all the fighting. Whatever the reason was there was nothing to stop the Werewolf's cock from pushing up against her sex, sliding along her slit even as she struggled – and then the beast yanked her down at the right moment, impaling her on its swollen shaft.

''FUCK!'' Pennsylvania cursed sharply.

Then as if to add salt to the wound a second cock probed her asshole, and Pennsylvania screamed through gritted teeth as her backdoor was penetrated too. Her whole body buckled from the double penetration but the Werewolves, especially the bloodied one under her, were not in the business of mercy – and so a cry fled her lips as they both started to fuck her right off of the bat, hard. Slamming up into her, stuffing her aching cunt and tight ass, they jammed themselves into her holes with a fever befitting such feral beasts.

Worse still they ended up timing it in such a way that one cock was always inside of her; the one in her pussy withdrawing just for the one in her ass to slam inside, jolting her forth before the wolf beneath her yanked her down. The awkward see-sawing motion exacerbated the flaring discomfort in her loins and Pennsylvania hissed in agony the whole time, her fatigued form helpless to resist as she was defiled by the two monsters.

''Fuck, hn- shit!'' Curses flew past her lips, alleviating her pain only mildly but coming out compulsively all the same.

Rings of flesh plapped against her holes and she ignored them – or did, until she felt them press more firmly against her. Realisation dawned and she struggled harder, shouting-

-none of which changed anything as, practically at the same time, her pussy and asshole was knotted. The thick rings of flesh stretched her holes out and Pennsylvania saw stars as they churned up her insides, slamming into her hard and fast without a single break or reprieve. Such was the disorienting pain that she didn't even flinch when the wolf under her let go of her thigh long enough to slash at her top, opening both it and her bra up; letting her plump breasts jiggle about in the monster's face.

Pennsylvania gritted her teeth, glaring down at the wolven beast as it leered at her. Ignoring its own wounds as it senselessly mated with her, forcing its knotted cock up into her pussy and hitting her cervix with every pounding thrust. The wolf behind her went further, lifting her arms up as the other wolf held her down, stretching her up and making her feel the knots inside of her tug at her insides, right before they continued railing her raw.

She endured, teeth clenched as she felt them swell. As she felt their knots churn up her insides. As she felt them bury deep inside of her – and with teeth still clenched Pennsylvania screamed as they unloaded their seed into her pussy and asshole practically in unison; flooding her holes with their sticky heat and most likely impregnating her, her womb filled to the brim with monster cum.

'D-Dammit...' Pennsylvania shuddered, head hanging as exhaustion crept in through her.

With their knots within her, however, escape was impossible.

And so to the gruff grunts and howls of beasts, Pennsylvania succumbed to the monsters, joining her sister amidst the horde.

[END]

Chapter Text

The horde thundered forth, shaking the very ground with their collective footstep.

Shells flew over the heads of others and hit priority targets. Battleships aimed for large groups of enemies or heavily-armoured ones rather than individuals, enabling their larger blast radius to hit more monsters and leaving the clean-up to the cruisers and Destroyers alongside them. The carriers too helped, a timely bombing from the off-shore carriers enabling them to thin the horde dramatically.

But there was still so many. It was almost like the entire population of monsters cropped up just to attack them. They clambered over the corpses of their fellows and threw themselves from the trees; the latter ambushing a few Ship-Girls and dragging them off before they could be rescued. Even the few that were saved were soon reclaimed by another monster, the veritable wave of creatures surging out towards them.

Kuybyshev stood her ground. With the carriers not far behind her and the wounded in tow she couldn't afford to fall back any further – and so she with a number of her allies stood tall and proud, firing into the horde. They had lost several Battleships in the fray but their absence was made up for with their newfound air support; off-shore carrier planes flying in and performing strafing runs, bombings and even the few torpedo bombers around dropping their torpedoes as improvised bombs. Less effective, but better than nothing.

The monsters were not without retribution, however. Though the majority were ground-based the Gremlins were spry enough to grab onto enemy planes. One of them didn't seem to be an issue, an annoyance at best, but having three to four on a plane at once caused the wings to soon be ripped out or the engine otherwise damaged, causing the plane itself to corkscrew and crash into the forest. Small mercies it didn't cause a forest fire; that was one more issue they didn't need to deal with.

Roaring to her left snapped Kuybyshev out of her musings and her eyes narrowed, her leftmost gun turning and firing a salvo into a coming Lizardman. It turned into fine red mist easily, its natural armour dented and chipped by bombs beforehand and rendering it easy prey.

However while the largeness of her rigging offered her considerable stability on land, giving her better accuracy than many of her peers, it came with a rather dangerous drawback – lack of mobility. On the water this wasn't an issue but on land once deployed she could not move without de-summoning her rigging, such was the sheer weight of it on any surface it rested upon. As such her defensive position was a precarious one.

Which made it all the more awkward when Impero called over the one-way radio for them to fall back. Which she, for all intents and purposes, could not.

Not that she would tell the others that. ''Go, everyone! I will hold them back!''

Protests came but Kuybyshev did not listen to them – frankly she could barely even hear over the slew of shellfire and bomb explosions, her field of vision a churning mess of monsters and corpses. Bombs blew up columns of blood and debris whilst strafing fighters spat lines of dirt up where they shot, shredding many of the weakly-armoured monsters to pieces. Had she been new to war, she might've found it all quite gruesome.

She kept her stomach down though, given the situation. A moment's distraction could be fatal.

One by one her peers fell back, some slowly backing up whilst others ran, all bolting back towards the shoreline as they fended off their attacks – the Centaurs, what few of them were left, were trying to flank against and the carriers were struggling to intercept them in the dense forest, their planes barely even able to be used as kamikaze in such enclosed spaces.

However one comrade did not abandon her, despite the risk to herself.

''You should go, Theseus!'' Kuybyshev called out without looking at her.

''I'll be fine!'' Came the shout from just a few steps behind her – the carrier woman hiding behind her rigging to launch her planes, allowing them to do a sharp loop over them and crash down like close-range artillery. If artillery was made of planes and not shells, that is.

It was undeniably effective though, Kuybyshev had to admit. But she also knew Theseus could not keep it up forever – carriers had limited planes, after all.

Just then Kuybyshev noticed a speck in the distance. It was not altogether out of the ordinary but something about it just drew her attention to it, luring her gaze over like a star in the night sky – to the silver speck hidden between the trees.

Then in the blink of an eye a silver, crystalline bolt soared – and struck her rigging, hitting just below her bridge.

Instantly she felt something change. Her rigging's responsiveness became sluggish; turrets turning slower, reloads lengthening, hell even the weight of it on her mind felt heavier. Still though she could operate it, whatever foreign influence the silver bolt was forcing onto her endured-

But then another two bolts plunged into her rigging, and the sensation became overwhelming. The furnace core in her rigging dimmed and her turrets ceased to function, reloads halting and gun barrels staying where they were, refusing to move. Nor could she de-summon it, much to her disbelief – it was like the arrows, by virtue of touching her rigging, had driven a wedge between her and it. A core part of her being, cut off from her.

''Kuybyshev?! What happened?!'' Theseus cried out from the other side of her rigging.

Kuybyshev made to respond – but the monsters, thinned out as they were, were not gone. Grimacing she forsook her rigging and made a run for it, running a tight circle around it and snatching Theseus by the wrist as she went. The carrier squeaked as she dragged her off but soon found her footing and followed her, the horde of monsters not far behind them a good enough motivation.

''What-''

''Something disabled my rigging.'' Kuybyshev cut in, eyes hard as she swept their surroundings. Clearing up ahead, though how clear it'd be was up for debate. ''Just keep moving!''

Alas the monsters were not so quick to let them escape – a fact made apparent as one such monster rolled out of the treeline, covered in a brown shell. A shell that unfurled as it came to a stop ahead of them, its facial structure reminiscent of an armadillo's; the comparison fuelled by its shell-covered back and small stubby tail. What was not comparable to its animal counterpart though was its human-ish hands; four-fingered each but closer to claws than traditional fingers. Coupled with its tall if hunched posture, and it struck an imposing figure.

Several more of the beasts rolled into the clearing, their rounded heads lifting up as they sniffed and snorted, growling with animalistic intent. Kuybyshev clicked her tongue, glancing back at the coming horde – they had seconds at best. No time to plan.

Theseus was of the same mind. ''This way!''

A tug of her wrist was all the hint Kuybyshev needed; the pair darting off to the right. The rolling beasts roared and gave chase, a short sprint and leap preluding them tucking into a ball and rolling after them with surprising speed. The clearing ended but the beasts followed them into the forest, audibly snapping branches and crushing plants, and when Kuybyshev glanced over her shoulder she saw them manoeuvring with surprising deftness; the slightest tilt of their bodies changing direction enough to slip past trees. When they couldn't they actively bumped into one another to direct them out of intercept course with little loss in momentum, practically homing in on them.

Alas in their haste to escape, they failed to keep track of where they were going. Kuybyshev only realised that when Theseus hit the brakes and put a hand on her stomach, stopping her from running any further – the reason why being the steep cliff before them, plunging down far enough she wondered if, even with the durability she as a Ship-Girl possessed, she could shrug it off. She would very easily break bones from this height.

''Dammit...'' Kuybyshev hissed, turning and raising her lantern, the flames within roaring but doing little to dissuade their pursuers – easily six of so Chargers, as she dubbed them, encircling them. ''Any ideas?''

''Give me a few seconds!'' Theseus fired back, summoning a plane with a wave of her staff.

It flew off but Kuybyshev caught it circling back around, and she realised it was a means to fly away – but the Chargers weren't so keen on letting them escape. One rushed Kuybyshev from the left and she swung her lantern at it, smashing the glass and letting the icy-blue flame within surge outwards. The beast burned, roaring in pain as it recoiled but the flames persisted, eating away at its durable flesh but throwing it into a pained frenzy regardless.

However before the flames could resurge into her lantern, another Charger leapt in – and Kuybyshev gasped as it tackled her to the ground. Her head hung over the edge of the cliff, dirt crumbling under her nape as she so very nearly fell over the edge. Such thoughts, however, perished as the Charger's meaty fingers grabbed at the crotch section of her leotard and pulled; ripping the fabric apart with ease.

Kuybyshev didn't scream. She didn't shout and protest. With a cold glare she swung her leg up to kick but the moment her foot struck it was like she'd just kicked a solid wall of iron, her expression twisting as she flinched in pain. The Charger though growled and grabbed her shin, holding her leg hostage even as it forced itself on top of her, its fat cock rubbing up her thigh and hastening her struggles, her free leg kicking in the side despite the pain.

Not that it stopped the bulbous tip from pushing and sliding along her pussy, pricking her entrance – and then shoving itself inside.

Kuybyshev threw her head back with a soundless gasp, eyes wide as the monster's thick girth parted her virginal walls and slammed into her cunt, the fullness it imparted unto her leaving her mind white. That was until it began to pull out, raking her insides with its girthy cock and forcing a pained hiss out of Kuybyshev. Dimly she heard Theseus cry out but couldn't look over with the hulking beast on top of her, its nails digging into her left leg as it slowly but firmly buried its cock into her, the sheer size of it leaving her sore.

Another hard thrust slammed into her and nearly sent her over the edge, forcing Kuybyshev to hold onto the grass lest she be pulled over the edge by gravity's hold. As if knowing that the Charger sneered at her, its armadillo-like face twisting in a mockery of of a grin as it pulled her other leg up; holding them together as it ruthlessly slammed into her aching pussy, churning her insides up and easily pressing into her cervix with its bulging tip.

''Hnf...!'' Through gritted teeth Kuybyshev threw her head back, sole red eye screwed shut.

But she didn't cry nor scream – stubbornness quenching such reflexes as she just took it. She kept up the fight, kicking as much as her bound legs were able, but the monster's strength was nothing to scoff at and it easily kept her legs still, enduring any kicks she managed to land as it devoted itself to fucking her raw. The size of its cock only worsened any attempts at escape, spasms of pain jolting through her groin as her womanhood was stretched to fit the monster's behemoth cock.

The pain dimmed somewhat the longer it violated her, but if anything that just infuriated Kuybyshev – at the least with the sharp, stabbing pain she could centre herself, to endure the violent slams into her loins. In its waning though came a smidgen of pleasure, revolting and unwanted as it was, but as if trying to generate more of it her insides became wet; futilely trying to make the penetration easier on her body. It was too big, however. All it did was make the monster fuck her harder.

''Hng-! Nn! Nng...!'' Kuybyshev winced as the Charger leaned over her more, the ground crumbling further as the monster pressed her legs onto her and pinned its weight onto her, threatening to send them over the edge.

But the beast hardly cared. With a mad lust in its eyes it crashed down onto her legs, its girth slamming up against her cervix with the intent to penetrate it too. By some divine mercy it didn't but the ruthlessly battering left her sore, her gasps rising in volume as the beast's girth swelled in size, stretching her out as it gruffly huffed and puffed, its grip on her legs becoming painfully tight-!

And then it came. It felt like an eruption inside of her – a hot, explosive surge of semen that spewed into her depths. Kuybyshev threw her head back and cried out in surprise, her insides involuntarily tightening around its thick girth and milking it for all of its monster cum. Her whole body tensed and buckled, her expression scrunching up as the monster overfilled her womb and caused the excess semen to spill out of her, trickling down her ass in thick rivulets.

Alas, the Charger wasn't done with her.

Without even pulling out it picked her up, flipped her around and shoved her cheek-first into the dirt, growling in delight as it began to slam into her once more – unheeding of Kuybyshev's pained curses, her cum-filled pussy churned by its large cock.

Her breeding continuing.

X-x-X

Theseus saw Kuybyshev get tackled.

She heard her plane draw near.

Alas before she could either hop on it to escape or bring it in for fire support a Charger grabbed her by the wrist. The pink-haired carrier cried out, her bones creaking under the strength of the muscled monster, and the next thing she knew she was thrown off of her levitating broom and into a tree. Her back took the brunt of the impact and the wind was knocked out of her, but she didn't get the chance to fall before a meaty hand grabbed her neck.

Theseus flinched, wheezing for air and clutching at the hand over her neck. The fingers tightened and in a moment of panic she used her wand to try and bash the Charger's snout in, but with surprising speed its other hand came up and caught it, snapping her unorthodox rigging like it was naught but a twig, leaving her defenceless.

''N-No...'' Theseus croaked out, feeling light-headed.

Just as her vision began to darken the fingers loosened, enabling her to suck in a reflexive breath – but any relief she felt was quashed as the Charger closed in, its bulky body pinning her between it and the tree. The panic she felt before swelled up within her anew, her legs kicking out but doing little more than irritating the beast, its free hand reaching under her dress and ripping her panties off with just a single finger, the fabric unable to endure its strength.

Hurriedly Theseus closed her eyes, connecting with the planes she had in the air and guiding them towards them-

-when the Charger slammed up into her virgin pussy. The sudden, sharp intrusion made her scream, focus shattered as she threw her head back, her whole body seizing up as white-hot pain flared in her loins – her maidenhood pierced by the girthy shaft inside of her. The pain that wracked her form was only heightened as its swollen shaft withdrew, her insides clenching – and another scream fled her lips as it slammed back in, brutally destroying her pussy.

Her cries joined Kuybyshev's grunts, and from over the Charger's beefy shoulder she spied her comrade being raped into the dirt, her face twisted with pain but little in the way of cries escaping her. Theseus wished she could be as strong, but feeling the titanic cock slam up against her cervix was too much for her – cries of pain fleeing her as she was used like a human fleshlight for the beast, her legs limply hanging on either side of its waist as it crashed its groin into her own.

The hand around her neck retreated but it did little to dispel Theseus's pain, her lips pursing in some vague attempt to stifle her cries to no avail. Her struggles, feeble already, grew weaker as she succumbed to the defilement – just staying still and trying to endure the painful violation. Several times she attempted to connect with her planes but each attempt was foiled by a hard thrust, the tip pressing up against her cervix and threatening to knock her out from the deep impacts.

'Ah, I feel, faint...' Theseus struggled to think straight, her pussy tenderised by the beast.

Worsened when its girth began to swell further. She cried out, her insides stretched as it prepared to inseminate her, but she could do nothing to resist – her weapons gone, her comrade defeated, her strength too feeble to fight back. Instead all she could do was command all her aircraft to come in her direction – no bombs, no guns, no connection needed. Just fly in her direction and let momentum take care of the rest.

'Please hurry, please, p-please-!'

Then three things happened at once.

First, the Charger roared as it came inside of her.

Two, her planes crashed though the treeline, bursting into balls of flame.

And three, the unsteady cliff edge gave way, along the dirt under her feet.

Theseus felt almost weightless as she fell, still impaled on the Charger's cock. Its cum flooded her womb, its hands held her hips, its cock throbbed within her as the ground approached,.

And then they hit the forest floor at the bottom of the cliff, and Theseus's momentum slammed her down onto its cock, the tip smashing through her cervix and crashing up into her uterus.

Theseus jerked, eyes wide and a strangled, noiseless scream escaping her. Pain was a distant companion as shock numbed her whole body, shudders twitching and jolting through her body, her mind in a daze as she gazed down at the Charger under her. The armadillo-like monster was deceased, its tongue hanging out yet still seeming victorious even in death, its semen no doubt reaching her ovaries and impregnating her.

Her breathing light but quick Theseus tried to rise off of its cock but whimpered immediately, her crotch afire, and her knees making unsettling crunchy noises. Had they broken from the fall? Though a drop from such a height wouldn't be enough to kill a Ship-Girl unless they were terribly unfortunate, broken bones were not out of the question. And since she'd fallen while effectively straddling the monster, her legs took the brunt of the impact...

Rendering her immobile in enemy territory.

'Kuybyshev...' Thoughts of her comrade drew her back to the present. 'Did she fall too...? Is she okay...?'

She looked at the forest around her; a forest that looked frustratingly similar to all the other sections of forest she'd been through thus far. The only key differences was the area she'd landed in was a shallow basin, though it had been filled in somewhat by the landside she'd just created; the dirt and rock piling up and levelling it out a bit.

Biting her lip Theseus looked at the monster under her and carefully – ever so carefully – put her hand on its stomach and lifted herself up. Her knees flared in pain and she stopped, whimpering, before attempted a second time. The pain was no less severe but Theseus endured it; the carrier lifting herself higher and higher until the Charger's cock slipped out of her womb, and then soon her pussy completely; the blood-stained cock flopping back against its groin, erect even in death.

Pink cum dripped out of her but Theseus tried her best to ignore it, shuffling on her butt away from the Charger. Every motion hurt her knees but she pursed her lips, reminding herself that her comrades had no doubt suffered worse and that she had to do her best to save them too. But as it was she'd be of no help – she'd be better suited to being on the ocean. At least there she could provide carrier support from afar with what few planes she might have left, if she had any at all.

Just then motion caught her attention – a bush rustling near the edge of the basin.

'Kuybyshev...?' Hope rose within Theseus.

A hope crushed as a furry beast crept through the dense brush – a lone Werewolf.

One that grinned at the sight of her helpless form.

''N-No, please... stay back, s-stay- hyaah~!''

Theseus's wails echoed through the forest as she was pinned to the forest floor, knotted by the furred beast, defiled for the second time that day.

[END]

Chapter Text

How long the horde's charge had lasted, none knew.

Only that gradually it began to thin as salvo after salvo rained down on them, as bombs fell from on-high and blasted the foul creatures into a fine red mist – until soon there wasn't any left, the remaining few blasted apart and falling in a heap, many atop the corpses of their peers.

Nagato hunched forwards, the weight of her own rigging seeming so much heavier than it had been before. Though she still had a modest supply of ammo left the battle had drained her supplies far more than many had before – frankly this was one of the few times she could confidently say she was running low on ammo. The same could not be said for some of her allies who had, by now, run completely dry, either forced to the back of the fleet for their own protection or used at the front as a crude shield against the coming hordes, some losing their riggings in the process.

Their sacrifices were not in vain, however, as the horde was now defeated. Left behind was a veritable river of corpses that ran from their current location back into the forest and up a slight incline. Be it Gremlins or Werewolves or Chargers or even Centaurs, all of their corpses were present – any straggles most likely have ran off, given none attempted to attack or ambush the remains of the fleet.

The thought made Nagato's heart clench, looking around herself. Though a good number of capital ships had endured the onslaught, the same could not be said for their screens – only a pitiful squadron of Destroyers and cruisers remaining, the rest having been grabbed and pulled away.

'To lose so many lives- no, they are not dead.' She corrected herself, trying to muster some semblance of courage.

But knowing what was likely happening to those unfortunate enough to be dragged off to who-knows-where... courage was hard to gather, at this time. Death, for some, might even be a preferable alternative.

Nagato quickly shook her head, banishing such thoughts, but they lingered at the back of her mind all the same. Ignoring them as best she could she meandered up to her eternally loyal bodyguard Kawakaze as the fox-girl cautiously poked and prodded at a dead Gremlin. Deceased, clearly, but she supposed one could never be too sure. Last thing they needed was the enemy to have a necromancer among their ranks; that could quite possibly spell the end of this operation as a whole.

''Nagato-sama.'' Kawakaze nodded at her. ''Your orders?''

Nagato hummed, discreetly peering back at the flagship of their fleet – Impero. The dishevelled woman hadn't been the best of leaders thus far but Nagato was willing to cut her some slack; she'd been a mediocre leader once too... but, something was off. Even from the corner of her eye she could spy Impero rubbing her temples with a grimace, prompting Littorio to say something to her before Impero brushed her off.

'Has she sustained some injuries?' Nagato wondered to herself. 'Or perhaps is this just her first taste of close combat?'

The idea of a psychic monster being nearby came to her, but she dismissed it quickly enough – her spiritual senses, attuned from years of being with the Sacred Sakura, detected no such anomaly. Then again considering she hadn't detected anything thus far might mean that that sense of hers wouldn't be of much use here. Or maybe it would, and she simply hadn't the chance to utilise it yet.

'So many questions, so few answers.' Nagato sighed to herself, refocusing on Kawakaze. ''It is clear to me that we cannot progress further in our current state.''

''I agree.'' Implacable, carrier of the Royal Navy, spoke up. ''Though the monsters are no doubt weakened in their current state, perhaps irreparably, we are too. Our forces are scattered and our ammunition low.''

A huff drew Nagato's eye onto another carrier – Chkalov, of the Northern Parliament. ''True, but I'd say it's better to stay on the offensive while we still have the moment. We go and rearm now, we'll also end up giving them time to rearm too. Or regroup, as it were.''

''But if we progress from here, then we'd sooner sacrifice even more for little gain.'' Implacable countered with a frown.

Chkalov crossed her arms. ''And what of those already taken? Do we just leave them, assuming they can survive for longer?''

''...cruel as it is to say, but yes, they can wait.'' Implacable shut her eyes. ''The monsters intend to mate with us. I do not anticipate they'd kill us quickly and would, where possible, try to have us survive. As such, those taken are likely to survive a few hours, bare minimum.''

''To let them suffer so they can be saved... cold, but I can appreciate the mentality.'' Chkalov noted.

''Don't.'' Came Implacable's thin-lipped reply. ''I would rather that not be an option at all. But as it stands, it's the best one I can envision. Suffering can be endured and overcome. Death, cannot.''

''I agree.'' Nagato piped up then, earning the gaze of the two taller women. ''To save as many as possible while sacrificing as few as possible... that would be the ideal outcome. Your thoughts, Miss Impero?''

She ended her words looking over at the messy-haired woman, who kept her distance as she launched some planes, presumably to recon the area. She looked over at her thought and, after a long moment, shrugged an agreement.

''Fine by me.'' Impero remarked, touching the side of her head. ''Can I leave the planning to you, Veneto? Hard to plan and focus on my planes at the same time.''

''Very well.'' The aforementioned grey-haired woman obliged, approaching their small group.

As she neared, however, Nagato felt it. A spike of ethereal energy in the forest behind her – one that shot straight towards her like a bullet.

''Incom-!''

Not a syllable more passed her lips before the glowing silver bolt neared – and Kawakaze intercepted it. Her katana cleaved through the bolt and sent the bisected halves soared past Nagato, disintegrating into motes of light as they went before fading from the world entirely.

For a moment, silence.

Then the mystical energy flared once more.

With a distant flash several dozen bolts shrieked towards Nagato and Kawakaze. The Destroyer stepped into their path, a second sword flashing out of its sheath – and in a blur her two swords swung, sparks flying from them as she parried or bisected the swarm of projectiles, the clamour of clanging metal ringing out. A heartbeat later the salvo ended and Kawakaze stabbed her swords into her sheaths, tensing.

And then with a yell of exertion she swung both blades. The sheer wind pressure generated cut through the scant few trees in her path and cleaved shrubs in two, twin lines carved into the dirt from the wind's passage. Though there was no gratifying shriek of pain from whatever shot at them, the fact no further attacks came was telling – only further confirmed when Nagato could feel no similar surge of energy in their surroundings.

''They're gone.'' Nagato announced; more for the other's benefit than Kawakaze's. Her bodyguard was attuned to the spiritual enough to make that out for herself.

''Nagato-sama.'' Kawakaze remarked firmly. ''We should pursue the enemy before they can escape and launch another attack.''

Nagato hesitated, prompting Veneto to speak up. ''I propose a three-pronged strategy then. My sisters and I will remain here and establish a forward base of sorts. You and your compatriots may pursue the monsters and retreat here if need be, whilst the others return to the ocean fleet to rearm and, if possible, come back with reinforcements. Chkalov and Implacable, you will escort the unarmed, and coordinate the rescue operation when you return.''

''That can work.'' Nagato affirmed and, seeing Kawakaze grow anxious to pursue their foes before they got too far, nodded. ''Right. Lead the way – Mutsu, with us!''

''Aye!'' Mutsu chirped despite everything, her merriment still aplenty.

Nagato smiled faintly.

Unaware of how fleeting her sister's happiness would truly be.

X-x-X

While there was no corpse of their attacker, there was blood.

And blood, they could track.

The stains led them away from the river of dead monsters and into the forest once more. The trees here hadn't been knocked down by stampeding monsters nor shellfire, but there was clear sign of traversal – bushes hurriedly pushed aside or trampled on, a seeming haste to their attacker's motions that betrayed their panic. Had they not expected Kawakaze to retaliate, perhaps? Or had her swordsmanship taken them off-guard, leaving them unprepared for a ranged attack?

Nagato didn't know, and so after a moment she dispelled the thought, expression hard as she followed after Kawakaze. Mutsu brought up the rear, grinning eagerly but no doubt prepared – though very much the playful sort, she was no less a skilled combatant, and her guns were equal to her own in all but accuracy, attesting to her extensive training. Not that such accuracy would make a difference in close quarters like this, Nagato pointedly reminded herself.

As they travelled Nagato spied a couple tufts of silver fur left in the wake; bloodstains hinting that their owner was the same who attacked them. She cycled through all the monsters she'd seen thus far in her mind, but troublingly she couldn't recall a single one that had silver fur. The closest would be the wolven beasts, but their fur was at best a dark grey, not silver.

Suddenly Kawakaze slowed, a hand rising and touching Nagato's stomach to stop her from running any further.

Peering past her most loyal attendant Nagato stared, surprise filling her. The forest cleared, a steep dirt bank rising up – but what truly caught her eye amidst the wide clearing was the small shrine within it, its back to the dirt bank. It was crafted out of chiselled stone, the work done somewhat recently judging by how clean and undamaged the shrine was – not a hint of moss nor even a crack to be found on it. Its pristine state didn't necessarily translate to grandeur, however. It was, for all its cleanness, just a slab of stone with a tall slab on top of it standing on its side.

Nagato frowned and approached, hearing more than seeing her two companions follow behind. When she got close enough she noticed that there was symbols on the stone, viewable only when she knelt down before it, her hand hovering close but deliberately not touching the symbols lest they be a trap of some kind.

The bottom one was an oval with a jagged 'M' shape to the top-right of it, along with a two jagged horizontal lines next to it, almost like a crude river. 'Perhaps... this is supposed to be the island itself?'

It would make sense, being at the bottom of the symbols, but those above it only drew concern from Nagato. It was in the shape of a diamond, with the top of it tracing straight down to form another smaller diamond shape in the centre, with a single dot within it. Compared to the symbol underneath, which at least seemed to be Island 13, this symbol gave no hint as to what it could be.

Nor did the one above it. It looked almost like a cloud, if she was to be generous. Truthfully it was more akin to taking a pen to paper and scribbling it around in circles until all you were left with was a mass of swirls and circles. What it was supposed to represent was beyond her, though – the clouds, perhaps? That seemed like the most likely outcome, given it was at the top of the three symbols.

If the top one was the clouds, or the sky, then that reaffirmed her idea that the bottom one was the island – the land – below.

But then what was the thing in the middle?

She didn't know. She didn't know and it bothered her – almost as much as the fact there was a shrine out here. It wasn't like anything she'd seen before. For a moment she contemplated if it was a grave of some kind before dismissing the idea – the folks in the Eagle Union weren't the sort to bury their dead in an unmarked, random grave with symbols on it, as far as she was aware. She could get some Union girls to confirm this later if need be, but now wasn't exactly the time.

Just as that thought struck her she heard rustling in the nearby bushes. Nagato was on her feet in an instant, large rigging brought to bear as Kawakaze stepped in front of her, one blade drawn and her hand hovering over her other, preparing to dual-wield if needed.

It proved unnecessary, however, as a group emerged from the forest dense shrubbery. Humans. Ranging from their early twenties at the youngest to sixties at the oldest, their tattered uniforms betraying their nature as scientists and workmen. They had all seen better days; their skin paler than healthy, their figures thinner and in some cases gaunt, whilst the bags under their eyes told of the horrors they had seen. They were all rather calm despite that, placid and relaxed, and she had to wonder if living on this island for so long had forced them to adapt to its chaotic nature.

Grimly, she noted, they were all male. Unsurprising, considering how the monsters on this island acted. Some of the humans were even still injured; great swathes of bandages wrapped around their heads and chests, making them almost look like mummies, such was the gravity of their injuries.

''Hello.'' One of the men approached, unheeding of Kawakaze's guarded stance. ''Are you here to take us away?''

''Yes, we are.'' Nagato stepped forth. ''I am Nagato of the Sakura Empire. I and my comrades have come to liberate the island from the monsters. Please, follow us so that we may take you somewhere safe.''

The humans hummed and agreed, some happier whilst others just looked tired – understandable, really. Thus with a look shared with Kawakaze Nagato marched ahead, a gesture beckoning the humans to follow her, which they did in unison. Unquestioningly Mutsu and Kawakaze joined her; Kawakaze due to being her bodyguard, and Mutsu because... well, if she was being truthful, Nagato didn't want to risk losing her. It was one thing for her to bring up the rear when it was just the three of them, but with a group of humans shambling behind them it put a good dozen or two feet of distance between them – enough that if she was grabbed by a monster Nagato was unlikely to get to her in time before she was dragged off.

Lost in her tumultuous thoughts Nagato was ignorant to Kawakaze's shifty eyes, the fox-girl frowning severely. Something was off. There wasn't one thing Kawakaze could pin it down on but it just tickled at her senses in a way distinct from anything spiritual – if anything it felt like her instincts warning of an incoming attack, only they were on perpetually, rather than flash before the blow came.

'Is something watching us...?' Kawakaze gazed around, suspicious.

Her eyes landed on the humans and she scanned them for weapons, wondering if maybe that was what caused her subconscious discomfort – when she saw it, in the hands of an injured fellow.

A flash of silver.

''Nagato-sam- nn!''

Practically on instinct Kawakaze darted into the path – and grunted in pain as a silver bolt embedded itself into her rigging. In an instant it felt heavier, her legs buckling momentarily under her own weight, but she ignored it. Instead she gazed straight at the human responsible. A human who gave her a too-wide grin before their very skin flaked away, revealing raw flesh underneath before that too disintegrated, falling off in seconds like paint being washed away.

And in its wake was a Kitsune. Standing tall with a human stature golden fur covered its body completely, its vulpine look completed with its snout and foxy face, nine fluffy tails spreading out behind it. Though it had the stature of a man the subtle differences were quickly apparent; lacking feet and hands but having paws instead, albeit with unnaturally dexterous digits more akin to clawed fingers than true digits. Additionally, and most curiously, it wore a yukata – a tattered blue one that looked like it was centuries old, but nonetheless covered the Kitsune well enough to be considered modest.

Not that she cared in that moment.

Nor did she need her rigging to kill it.

Proving that Kawakaze lunged – or meant to, before she was grabbed by some of the humans.

Her startled blue eyes went to them, expecting to see them turn too... but they didn't. They just smiled at her, placid and with glazed eyes. They weren't disguised monsters but actual humans. Just under a spell of sorts.

Her hesitation to hurt them, however, cost her – a glint of silver fire seen from the corner of her eye. She jerked her head back to the gold-furred Kitsune – and a pained cry was torn from her throat as the fireball struck, hitting her like cannonball right before detonating in a plume of baleful heat, blasting Kawakaze back.

''Kawakaze!'' Nagato turned, alarmed. High-pitched snickering though brought a look of anger to her visage as she glared at the gold-furred Kitsune. ''To hide like a wolf among sheep... unforgivable!''

Raising her hand she aimed her rigging's imposing cannons – when all of the other bandaged humans raised their own hands, launching the silver bolts carefully concealed under their arms. The bolts flew before she could shoot, impacting her rigging and disabling it – but it was more than that. For Nagato, one so spiritually attuned, it felt like a knife to her heart as something foreign invaded her soul, driving a phantasmal wedge between her identity and her concept.

While Mutsu let out a startled noise, Nagato fell to her knees, clutching at her heart with a choked cry. The pain was sharp but it was more than just simple pain – it was like her arm was hanging from her shoulder, attached by naught but a thin strip of flesh. Panic rose within her as she tried to purge the foreign intrusion, and for a moment she seemed to make progress, her skills in the spiritual allowing her to 'push out' the infusion of foreign energy.

Alas the Kitsunes were not intent on letting her, and Nagato cried out as several more silver bolts embedded themselves into her rigging, multiplying the pain in her soul and reducing her progress greatly.

''I-I can't use my guns! Nagato-nee!'' Mutsu cried out, looking to her for aid – only to be dismayed by her sister's state. ''H-Hey! Nagato-nee!''

Movement made Mutsu look up – and she shrieked as one of the other Kitsune tackled her to the ground. Silver-furred and more vigorous than the still-stationary gold-furred one the Kitsune wrestled Mutsu onto her front, ripping her rigging away from her before going for her clothes, its tongue lashing out across its teeth as she struggled. It dug its clawed fingers into her clothes and ripped them open, laying bare her creamy, untouched flesh, her back arching away from its digits as she struggled to get away.

Alas she made the mistake of rolling onto her back, exposing her front – and nary a second later the silver Kitsune ripped the front of her dress open too. Her small, near-flat chest revealed itself and the beast dove down, elongated tongue licking over her pinkish nipples and making Mutsu thrash in both surprise and fear, her eyes wide with terror as she scrambled to get away. The monster would not let her, however, soon pulling her back towards it and removing her underwear with a rough pull, leaving Mutsu practically naked under it, the obi sash of its yukata parting and letting its shaft out.

It grinned, mounting her as she cried – and her voice broke into a squeal as the Kitsune shoved its erect length into her. Mutsu thrashed about, her petite body nigh-flailing in desperation, but it did nothing to help her escape the beast as it sheathed itself deep in her virgin pussy. Her tightness drew a pleased hiss out of the vulpine beast and it eagerly began to rape her into the dirt, churning her insides and relishing in her wails of pain, defiling her both without preparation and without care for her discomfort, her body little more than a self-heating onahole for it.

Nagato was not spared either. Left in debilitating pain by the soul-damaging bolts she was helpless to fight back as two Kitsune robbed her of her rigging, the tattered remains scattered about around her. Her dress was grabbed from both ends and ripped down the middle, rendering her nude aside from her simple white panties. Through the pain Nagato managed to cover her small bust and glare up at the beasts, but her scrunched expression betrayed her weakness. A weakness that left the Kitsune salivating, eyeing her petite form with the unquenchable need to impregnate it.

A prospect denied as Kawakaze came bursting out of the forest, silent as the night and beheading the leftmost Kitsune.

The other turned to her and she to it, blade drawn – but then in a flash it was gone. And in its place, stood Nagato.

Kawakaze hesitated. It was instinctual, and lasted for no more than a second.

But a second was all the Kitsune needed before it shot a bolt into her shoulder. Kawakaze stumbled back with a wheeze, the air physically knocked out of her – but to the shock of the Kitsune she retained enough strength to swing, beading the false 'Nagato' and returning the Kitsune to its original, silver-furred form as it collapsed, dead.

''N-Naga... to...'' Kawakaze fell to one knee, panting. ''R-Run...''

Nagato could not – and a second later Kawakaze was pinned down by two other silver-furred Kitsune, her sword kicked out of her hand and sent sliding across the grass, far out of reach. Kawakaze still struggled despite her growing weakness, the bolt in her shoulder seemingly depriving her of her strength in much the same way it had disabled her rigging – a rigging the Kitsunes wasted no time removing, snickering between themselves as they did so. Her furious glare went unheeded.

Movement then made Kawakaze look up, turning he glare onto the sole gold-furred Kitsune, who approached her with a vulpine smirk. Nagato was dragged in front of it, leaving less than ten feet between the shrine maiden and her faithful bodyguard. Kawakaze grimaced as the Kitsune holding her down took to stripping her too; her dress cut apart by their claws until all that was left was her sarashi and white panties.

Her sarashi was cut apart seconds later, her small breasts exposed to the cold, nippy air.

''Our Master is excited to finally have some fresh mates.'' One of the humans spoke up – speaking with that same placid, almost languid tone. ''He is also eager to sire kits with those of your kind, rather than mere humans like us.''

Kawakaze glared murder at the gold-furred Kitsune, who merely grinned back, its- his vulpine features pulled into a mockery of a human expression. Such feelings of anger, however, quickly gave way to fear as the beast got behind Nagato, ripping her panties off and earning a whimper from the shrine priestess.

Understanding dawned in Kawakaze, made all the more poignant by Mutsu's pained squeals in the background and struggled more, but she couldn't escape, couldn't stop the Kitsune as it knelt behind Nagato, her small ass forced up into the air and the beast's long, thick cock guided towards her virgin entrance-

''Take me!''

The gold-furred Kitsune stopped, seeming to quirk a brow at Kawakaze.

The fox-girl gritted her teeth, and through them spoke, her forehead to the dirt. ''T... Take me instead.''

''Kawakaze...'' Nagato breathed out.

The gold-furred Kitsune quickly got over his shock though, amusement enriching his expression as it got back to its feet and walked around its kin, soon ending up behind Kawakaze. Two silver-furred Kitsune held her shoulders to the dirt and with great reluctance the Destroyer put her knees under herself, sticking her ass up into the air and flopping her tail out of the way. She flinched as its claws curled into her underwear and crudely ripped them off, the tattered remnants fluttering away and leaving nothing to hide her womanhood, the air cold against her bare petals.

Kawakaze swallowed, forehead to the dirt, eyes screwing shut as she felt its tip touch her entrance – and it took all she had to not scream when it penetrated her. It went in deep immediately, a rough thrust that claimed her first time and hilted itself in her womanhood. The beast crooned in delight behind her, its hands settling on her hips as it drew itself back, its cock scraping at her walls before it roughly slammed back inside, this time fucking a gasp out of her.

As did the next thrust, and the thrust after that. Slow but forceful the gold-furred Kitsune fucked her slowly, relishing her reactions – and Nagato's. Even though she remained unmolested one of the other Kitsune held Nagato by the hair, holding her head up and forcing her to watch as her most faithful bodyguard was defiled before her eyes – and for her benefit, at that. Tears pricked at her eyes and flowed freely, but the Kitsune around her just cackled in high-pitched tones, seemingly delighting in her misery.

Kawakaze shed no such tears. With lips pursed into a fine line she clutched at the grass and took it, keeping her ass up and just accepting her defilement. She could feel its animalistic cock shove itself into her, scraping her walls and forcing her insides apart, the deep penetrations knocking the wind out of her and leaving her gasping for breath. The pain dimmed somewhat but it was still raw on her insides, not helped by its constant thrusts, its groin crashing against her ass and jerking her forwards, forcing Kawakaze to impale herself back onto it lest it push her into the dirt.

''Mn, ah... Nagato-sama...'' Kawakaze breathed out, not daring to look at her beloved lady.

The gold-furred Kitsune snickered once more, hands landing on her shoulders and pushing them, down into the dirt, the other Kitsunes backing away. Kawakaze grimaced as it squashed her down, its groin slapping against her ass as its cock buried itself deep inside of her deflowered pussy faster – and to her shame, she was getting wet. It wasn't a conscious choice, it was just her body trying to make it easier on her, but that didn't stem the humiliation she felt. Nor did it erase the smidgen of pleasure she felt as she was rutted, a vestige of her animalistic side rearing its head then and there.

The beast sped up too, its cock slamming into her sore cunt with clear need. Kawakaze screwed her eyes shut and tensed in anticipation, knowing full well her fate was sealed, its length pulsating against her insides-

-and then a deluge of seed erupted within her, plentiful as it was hot. She hissed and pushed her face into the dirt, the scent of dew doing little to stem the unsettling feel of having a monster cum inside of her. She tensed, her insides squeezing the Kitsune's cock and milking more of its seed to get it to finish faster, wringing it for all of its seed until it, finally, pulled out.

'It's over.' Kawakaze dared to relax slightly; breathing hard from the ordeal. 'At least Nagato-sama is safe...'

A sudden squeak from Nagato though made her look up, alarmed, and horror dawned in her eyes as the gold-furred Kitsune got behind Nagato too. The shrine priestess began to struggle but the other Kitsunes kept her held down in the same position Kawakaze herself had been, her hips grabbed as the gold Kitsune mounted her.

''S-Stop! You agreed-!''

''Master agreed to nothing.'' The same human from before spoke up, eyeing her with a blank smile. ''He merely took the more willing mate first.''

Then Nagato shrieked as her first time was cruelly taken. The gold-furred Kitsune crooned in delight, keeping Nagato pinned down as it gleefully began to slam its cock into her from behind, easily forcing its entire length into her comparatively narrow pussy, the tight squeezes only pleasuring the beast more.

Kawakaze watched with a torrent of emotions – shame, regret, anger and despair to name but a few.

Nagato herself, however, didn't meet her gaze. Burying her face in the dirt it was all Nagato could do to simply endure – her small ass clapped by the bulkier beast behind her, its shaft stretching her virgin insides open. Being a priestess she hadn't even touched herself before, too consumed by her duties to ever satisfy herself, so to have something as large and long as the Kitsune's cock inside of her felt wholly foreign to the petite priestess.

However the pain, intense as it was, was secondary to the shame she felt. The shame of watching Mutsu be raped mere feet away, still wailing as she was pressed into the dirt. The shame of letting herself be tricked by what she thought was just a group of humans. The shame of Kawakaze sacrificing herself for her benefit only to delay the inevitable. The shame built and built within Nagato until the tears fell, silently and sorrowfully; weeping as she was rutted from behind.

The beast crooned in delight and leaned down, tilting her head enough that it could lick away her tears. Nagato whimpered, the sound rising in volume as she felt something bump and press against her pussy lips, the odd sensation ignored – when, amidst the trauma, she remembered that foxes also had knots.

Then in the next moment the Kitsune's knot forced itself into her freshly-deflowered pussy. Nagato's eyes bulged and a choked scream escaped her, cracked and withering as her insides were stretched open by the beast's knot – her abused insides churned up by it as the Kitsune bucked its hips, rutting her from behind. She squirmed and thrashed but couldn't escape it, left helpless under the Kitsune as it gleefully raped her, its cock pulsating against her clenching insides, threatening to impregnate her.

''K-Kawa... kaze...'' Nagato gasped out, clutching at the grass. ''I'm... mn, sorry...''

Then with a howl of delight the Kitsune slammed into her tight pussy and blew its load; a torrent of virile seed spilling inside of her. Coupled with the pain in her soul and Nagato couldn't take it, passing out into blissful unconsciousness even as the gold-furred Kitsune impregnated her, the knot preventing its seed from leaking out and assuring she would carry its kits, the mere idea making the Kitsune lick its teeth.

Grabbing Nagato by her sides it picked her up like a human fleshlight, needing no more than a few seconds of recovery before it began to carry-fuck her limp form; slick squelches escaping their connected parts as it ruthlessly mated with the defiled priestess.

Mutsu, weeping off to the sidelines and similarly knotted, was cradled close to the silver-furred Kitsune as it carried her away too – the two foxes raping the fox-girls as they walked, flanked by their human followers.

''Nagato-sama...'' Kawakaze helplessly reached out towards her priestess, pinned down and able only to watch them take Nagato and Mutsu away.

Up until the two silver-furred Kitsune restraining her suddenly pulled her to her feet, surprising Kawakaze.

Then mere moments later one took her from behind, violating her pussy as another took her mouth – spit-roasting the slender swordswoman in the middle of the forest, her charges taken from her.

Their fate known, but their destination not.

[END]

Chapter Text

Whilst their comrades fought on land at Island 13, Archerfish and Nautilus skulked in the waters around the mysterious island.

Traditionally, their role as Submarines in operations such as these would be to sink enemy capital ships, given Sirens didn't really use convoys outside of rare circumstances. Of course the monsters also didn't use convoys, and any seafaring monsters that dared attack the fleet were quickly dispatched by the ships themselves, leaving the two Union Submarines with a more monotonous task; mapping the sea floor for abnormalities.

Which, while fairly easy, was also a bit unnerving. Thus far they'd not seen much in the way of underwater creatures – at most there was land-based ones that could dive and swim up to the fleet, but none that lived underwater. However their absence did not mean they did not exist, a fact that lived freely in the back of Nautilus's mind as she swam atop her narwhal-styled rigging, the low hum of her motor the only noise reaching her ears.

The waters didn't go too far down, the seafloor around the island a natural plateau, but Island 13's strange transformation had undeniably twisted the undersea landscape too. What was once a fairly unremarkable patch of sand, rock and the occasional ravine was now a vibrant maze of rock formations, sand banks and coral reefs, forming a network that she could get lost in if she dared swim through it rather than over it. Adding to the sudden splash of life added to the undersea region it had also gotten deeper by several dozen metres; which didn't sound like much, but in practice meant the water got a lot murkier, not helped by all the added materia down there.

A tap on her shoulder made her flinch and Nautilus dared to look to her right; relaxing only when she made out Archerfish's form, the dark blue ocean behind her.

Underwater they couldn't speak but Archerfish tapped her rigging, then spread her hands apart – index finger and thumb together just before parting them. Sonar.

Nodding Nautilus concentrated, and a second later she sent out yet another sonar ping. It mapped out the landscape in her mind's eye, the various ridges and bumps of the landscape appearing, and she did her best to cement it into her memory. If she was inside her hull maybe she could've drawn it down in more detail, but using her ship form wouldn't be ideal in such conditions, especially if the landscape spontaneously decided to change. Best to stay in her more nimble rigging form.

Even if it was more anxiety-inducing, admittedly.

Bubbles passed her by as Archerfish swam ahead, leisurely riding her own rigging; her sandy-blonde hair fluttering in her wake. Nautilus pursed her lips but waited for the sonar ping to reach its max range before following – and by the time she did, Archerfish was starting to fade away into the deep blue around them.

'Why can't she wait just a little bit...!' Nautilus whined in her mind. She knew Archerfish didn't do it out of spite, but would it kill her to just be more patient rather than trying to finish this job pronto?

Then again the sooner they finished, the sooner they could get out of the water...

And these waters felt... mighty alien, she had to admit.

Shaking off such thoughts Nautilus kicked her engines into gear and set off... but, by now, Archerfish was out of sight. Swallowing her anxious worries Nautilus just kept sailing straight ahead, the low hum of her engine the only noise aside from the occasional churn of bubbles from the local plant life. As seconds passed she dared to pick up the speed a bit, risking detection as she sought to reach Archerfish.

The blue void persisted. She gripped onto her rigging tightly and sped up more, hoping to catch up, sailing out further away from the island, but Archerfish didn't materialise. She looked about, her fear only growing as she swivelled her head about – left, right, back, down. Blue in all directions except down, where a murkier, almost black void awaited her. Not a hint of Archerfish's sandy-blonde hair was found.

'Where is she?' Nautilus kept going ahead. 'Did I accidentally sail through the fog wall around the island? No, if I did then I would've run into the mass-produced ships, right...?'

Suddenly a shape ahead of her took form, the blue void yawning as it laid bare the silver hull of Archerfish's rigging.

'Thank goodness, I-'

She froze, her motor killed as she lulled to a stop.

Archerfish's rigging laid ahead of her.

And only her rigging.

A chill crept up her spine and tingled in the back of her neck, the lump in her throat slowly swallowed. She could feel eyes on her. Stiffly she turned her head, looking left, then right, then behind. Nothing. Nor was there anything above. Which left just one direction – down.

Movement caught her eye and she glanced straight ahead, alert and tense, her rigging on the trigger as something floated up towards the surface. Bubbles.

Lots of bubbles.

Sudden cavitation occurred to her right – and Nautilus let out a soundless scream as something rammed into her. It sent her violently rolling and she held onto her rigging's handles for dear life, her tense grip the only reason she wasn't knocked completely free. Nonetheless it took her several precious seconds to reorient herself, her vision blurred and nausea making her sick – when the enemy grabbed onto her rigging, halting all movement.

It was then she got a good look at it. It had the torso of a man but the bottom half of a fish; the blue-scaled tail section like that of a mermaid's. Its chest was contrastingly white, revealing the buff torso section of a man, but with arms that ended in webbed hands with talons more than fingers. Likewise detracting from its humanoid appearance was the long dark blue fin running down from the top of its hairless head to the base of its spine – and, arguably the most, was its face. A squarish mouth with pale blue lips and small yellow eyes containing rectangular black pupils.

A Merman, in essence.

The Merman was not idle, however. In her moment of shock it grabbed Nautilus by the front of her black swimsuit and pulled her off of her rigging, sending the metal beast rolling off to the side. In a panic she struggled against the man-creature, managing to break free – but the Merman was deceptively quick, catching her a second time by the hips. Its talon-like fingers soon sunk into the material of her jacket, ripping it open and breaking the zipper in the process, pulling her down by her jacket.

Thinking fast Nautilus wormed her arms free from her jacket, freeing herself and swimming up – but the Merman grabbed her again, this time by her ankles. A soundless cry escaped Nautilus as it yanked her down, kicking and fighting, but the monster refused to relinquish its hold on her and dragged her down with its superior strength. Bubbles soared past her from the force and her chest ached from the sudden dive; spared from any injury on account on her superhuman form.

A form that failed to free her from the Merman's webbed grip. That was until it suddenly stopped swimming and lobbed her, sending Nautilus falling another few feet before the water dragged her to a stop – and bubbles spewed from her lips as the Merman charged again, a single flap of its tail closing the distance between them and allowing it to grab her wrists, pinning her down against a large chunk of coral.

'No! Let me go!' Nautilus cried out in her mind, kicking, but the monster barely seemed to feet it.

Instead it grabbed the stomach area of her swimsuit and, with one mighty pull, ripped it off. The blood drained from Nautilus's face and her struggles continued with a renewed sense fo panic, her futile resistance earning her only a thick, long white cock against her sex, her smooth folds slapped by the tenderising member. The tip of which roughly dragged over her lips, parting them, teasing her, making her silently cry out-

-and then scream as the Merman penetrated her. She thrashed in pain but the Merman kept her pinned with one hand to her collarbone, its other keeping her wrists bound together above her head as it ruthlessly started to thrust into her – burying its meaty cock into her comparatively tiny pussy. Every insertion felt like it would break her apart, her eyes bulging and toes curling as her despoiled cunt was stuffed with the inhumanly-big dick.

'Need to get away, need to- agh-!''

The Merman, perhaps fed up of her struggles, released her collarbone – only to slam a fist into her gut. Nautilus convulsed, the air knocked out of her and sending a chain of bubbles up towards the surface, expending the precious oxygen held within her superhuman lungs. Holding her breath was made even harder as the Merman slammed up into her pussy faster than before, every flick of its long tail propelled it forwards and crashing its cock into her womanhood, the pointed tip ramming her cervix.

Nautilus shook her head, tears unseen in the ocean. The Merman pressed into her more and made her cry out, its groin roughly pressed against her own as it stirred its cock around her aching pussy – right before it went back to pounding her like she was its personal fleshlight, the water doing little to slow the monster's pounding thrusts, only mute the noise it made. The quietness didn't dim the pain she felt between her legs though, every penetrating impact making her tense and tighten, her head shaking in silent refusal-

-until with a short roar the Merman slammed inside of her, its tip kissing her cervix – and then it came. A gush of fluids spewed inside of her but more prominently was the numerous eggs it laid in her, her eyes widening as it forced those numerous eggs into her womb. She could feel them deep inside of her, little nuggets of sensation that stirred against her deepest parts and unquestionably made her into a future mother.

Nautilus whimpered, her kicking legs going limp as she just... accepted it, really. Struggle past this point was futile.

However to her surprise the Merman soon released her; its job apparently done as it swam off into the dark blue around her, leaving her naked, sore, and alone.

Not one to question good fortune – if it could even be called that after being raped and impregnated – Nautilus hurriedly swam back to the surface, ignoring the pain the motion caused her as she went.

X-x-X

Archerfish hadn't seen it coming.

One moment she was swimming on her rigging, the next a Merman had tackled her off of it from the sidelines.

Realising the beast was faster than she was without her rigging Archerfish wisely dove down to the coral reefs, using the messy network of tunnels and routes to try and escape the undersea creature. The key word being try, as the humanoid proved more nimble than she gave it credit for – using that large tail of its to quickly accelerate while its strong arm muscles allowed it to catch itself on rocks and propel off of them.

Which led to her current situation; frantically swimming through the coral reef as the Merman gained on her. It knew the coral reef better than she did, taking turns that made her think it had gotten lost only to pop up into her path, nearly catching her had she not dodged at the last possible second. And adding to her problems was her lacklustre stamina, the non-stop chase tiring her out.

'Maybe I should've joined Albacore on her damn morning runs...'

Alas there was nothing she could do about it now and so with pursed lips Archerfish cleared her mind, putting her foot on a coral tube and kicking off of it. A stone archway passed over her as she swam under it, her fingers digging into the wet sand and helping propel her forth, legs kicking as she raced towards the end of the vaguely-defined corridor ahead of her.

Only for her arch-enemy to appear in her path. Archerfish swore and slowed down – but this time it wasn't enough. The Merman lunged with a strong flick of its tail and grabbed her by her top, and a bubble-laden scream escaped her as it ripped it off. Rendered topless Archerfish reflexively covered her small breasts, glaring angrily at the man-fish before her, but her moment of embarrassment had delayed her escape, intentionally or not.

Giving the Merman enough time to grab her bikini bottoms too. By the time Archerfish reacted it was too late, the fabric tearing under the inhuman strength of the monster and rendering Archerfish in the nude – her tanned skinned contrasting with the paler areas where her clothes had previously been. This time though she didn't stick around to be embarrassed, her legs furiously kicking as she swam away from the beast giving chase.

'Shit shit shit-!' Archerfish grabbed onto a piece of coral, hauling herself over it.

Or intended to – another soundless scream escaping her as her ankles were grabbed and she was pulled back down. She kicked the beast in the stomach but it sneered and pulled her in more, moving on top of her. Its long white cock grazed up her belly and Archerfish gasped in shock, scrambling to get away and covering her pussy to stop it from penetrating her – jerking her shoulders back so it constantly failed in its attempts to grab her arms.

Alas it was only a matter of time before it snatched them – and Archerfish screamed bubbles as it shoved itself inside of her. She flailed, trying to get away, but it rammed itself in even deeper and pushed her down on top of a small rock; said rock digging into her stomach as it pinned her wrists to the sand and earnestly began to rape her from behind, its long white cock sliding between her petals before plunging back in.

The rough penetration drew another wail out of Archerfish, expression scrunched up in raw agony, but the Merman was unheeding of it – or perhaps even relished it. With a sneer upon its face the monster lashed its tail repeatedly, propelling its lower half forth and stuffing itself into her narrow pussy with considerable force, jolting and shaking Archerfish's form with every deep impact; the tip soon mashing against her cervix.

Mercifully it did not penetrate that final barrier, but the ruthless impacts against it made her flinch and shake in pain all the same. Her fingers curled and sunk into the sand, gripping it in some vague attempt to ground herself, but it was impossible when she had an alien fish-man fucking her into the seabed, its heavy body looming over her own as it inserted itself into her. It was far bigger than any of the sex toys she'd tried in the past, stretching her out to a point she felt like she might break apart, but she never did, always just teetering on the edge of being split by its girth.

'Nn! Oh god it's- mn! So! Deep!'

Her pained cries echoed in her own head, unable to speak without getting a mouthful of seawater. The rock digging into her stomach made itself more apparent as the creature pushed on her more, its thrusts becoming harsher and faster, raking her inner walls with his meaty cock. She shook her head in protest, wincing, but the Merman just released her right wrist in response – before grabbing her ponytail instead.

Archerfish cried out bubbles as it pulled, forcing her head back and allowing it to meet her eyes – sneering evilly at her, its hard, scaly groin colliding against her cheeks. The sound was muffled but the sensation was not, her cheeks stinging from the spank-like impacts, and in the back of her mind she was aware she was losing air too fast. She closed her throat, tried to conserve it, but every thunderous thrust fucked another soundless cry out of her.

Was this how she died? Being raped at the bottom of the ocean by a Merman of all things?

Such thoughts were pushed from her mind though as the Merman adjusted its grip, and then shoved her face into the sand. She flailed about, spluttering, but the monster held her down as it sped up its thrusts – harsh, non-stop bucks clapping her cheeks and hitting her innermost parts, her pussy sore from the abuse as she was bred by the fish creature. She could feel it swelling up inside of her and knew what it meant, her struggles to get free hastening-!

And then it came. She heard it roar even through the water, her insides suddenly sticky and warm – and her eyes widened as small, marble-like objects gushed into her womb. Eggs. It was laying eggs inside of her. Little babies to one day hatch in her birth canal, turning her into an unwilling mother. She shook her head, kicking and crying out into the water, but the Merman kept her restrained as it inseminated her, assuring all of its brood ended up in her deepest parts.

A small eternity later it released her – and Archerfish didn't hesitate to flee, the pain sharp but ignored as she swam up and away from the coral reef.

The Merman did not give chase.

For its offspring were now within a ripe mother.

Whether she wanted them or not.

[END]

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While some might be nervous about exploring the deep blue, especially when near a monster-infested island, Leonardo was very much not.

In part because she was tasked with exploring the reefs and corals around the island. Predominantly due to the fact that, since the island had transformed, so too had the sea around it – along with that which lived on it.

Even now as she swam over a patch of coral she would see it wiggling; tiny fibres slowly growing out of the pink dome-like shell. It was a gradual process that'd likely take place over days and days, but when it was complete it'd look like one of the other pink corals nearby – the aforementioned second coral covered in a thick white fuzz that, when a fish touched it, was stuck and paralysed. Evolution in action, sorta.

Except for the part where the thin furry fibres clutched onto the fish and lured it into a hole in the coral which, after using a miniature camera to check, she confirmed actually ate the paralysed fish with rudimentary teeth. It wasn't alive in the same way an animal was, but rather closer to a Venus fly trap – moving in slow, stiff motion but motions nonetheless. Curiously many other plants and corals seemed to be sharing this trend; developing means of grabbing fish more actively and then proceeding to 'eat' them.

Some, such as a former clump of kelp, had even gained more nimble 'leaves' that reached out and grabbed fish otherwise out of reach, pulling them in and ripping them to pieces, either through force of by sawing through until the flesh came apart.

It was disturbing and fascinating in equal measure. Disturbing because, well, she had to watch a fish literally get ripped apart by a plant, but fascinating in how the artificial Mirror Sea had seemingly transformed the marine life around the island. As such she had carefully taken some samples of various plants for later research. Whether it would be permitted or not was irrelevant; they couldn't take the samples off of her if they didn't know she had them in the first place.

Snickering silently to herself Leonardo floated over another patch of coral, being careful to inspect it before touching it with her bare hand. When no vines or thorns jabbed out she continued, sparing a glance over her shoulder as she did so – peering back at Torricelli.

The green-haired Submarine girl followed behind at a distance, lurking in the murky water nearer the sand, but she didn't mind. The two were good friends and if nothing else she knew Torricelli had her back; the thought easily relaxing Leonardo as she swam about, searching for more unique corals she hadn't found thus far.

'Hm... ooh, that one looks new~' Leonardo's gold eyes gleamed with delight as she found a dark blue plant, one that didn't even look native to the ecosystem.

It had a small bush-like base with multiple tendrils floating around it, presumably with a mouth of sorts in the centre. She cautiously got close, sticking her rigging out to bait any attacks, but none came. Humming curiously she left her rigging behind and got up close and personal; knowing from experience her rigging would just makes things more awkward and prone to triggering other nearby plants. She, on the other hand, was much more nimble.

'Now let's see what you're like~' Leonardo grinned, pulling her tweezers out and reaching in.

Her only warning was the tendrils tensing when she got within one foot of it – and then suddenly the rightmost one lashed out. Leonardo gasped bubbles as it struck her wrist and rapidly wound around it, the texture of the flesh like putty before rapidly hardening into a more rubbery substance, one that she found herself unable to rip off. A jolt of panic curled up her throat but she kept pulling, applying her superhuman strength... but Submarines didn't tend to be all that strong, and clearly that enhanced strength simply wasn't enough.

Not that it made much difference as another one of the tentacles latched onto her other arm, pulling her in. With a bit more panic Leonardo kicked her legs, managing to stop the plant from pulling her in any closer, but she also couldn't get away.

Mercifully then Torricelli came to her aid, swimming with the intention of ramming the tendrils, using the momentum of her rigging to shear right through them.

Which might well have worked.

If a single thicker tentacle hadn't emerged from the plant's centre and whipped Torricelli's rigging.

The impact dented the side of her comrade's hull, but more importantly sent it off-course, throwing Torricelli from the seat as the rigging flew past Leonardo and crashed into a rock formation – disturbing some of the plants and fish but otherwise doing no damage. That was the least of their concerns though as two more nimble blue tentacles lashed out, grabbing ahold of Torricelli's legs and pulling her in too.

'Crap!' Leonardo cursed in her mind, kicking her legs hard as she could – but to no avail. The tentacles holding her wrists were practically cutting off the circulation in her hands; even if she could swim away she'd probably break her wrists in the process.

However there was a lot more than four tentacles she quickly realised, watching with widened eyes as numerous more slithered out from around the main tentacle in the centre. They were extraordinarily long, easily anywhere from a dozen feet to several dozen, and all with the nimbleness of a tendril in search of prey. Two of which wrapped around Leonardo's legs, pulling her in close.

Allowing a third to slither between her flailing legs. She tried to evade it but to her surprise it rubbed itself up against her crotch, the sudden touch making her flinch – and then squeak when it, despite being mostly smooth, managed to catch her zipper and pull it down. The smooth bulbous tip pushed against the white high-leg bikini bottoms she had on underneath, thrusting only to slide up and along her swimwear, her kicking legs doing little to stop the unknown plant from molesting her.

Torricelli was not spared either. With her legs bound she was unable to swim away and was brought directly over the plant, her struggling kicks doing little to stop the three blue tentacles that slithered up her thighs and pressed into her crotch and ass cheeks, probing and exploring. The green-haired girl flushed at their incessant touching and tried her best to swat them away but the tentacles were surprisingly nimble and evaded most of her grabs, and those that couldn't simply wrestled out of.

'Uh oh, this is bad...' Torricelli silently sweated, her face growing hot as two tendrils slithered up under her wetsuit – their smooth texture against her bare skin making her shiver.

Yet she could do nothing to escape as they slithered further up, seemingly exploring her stomach and then up to her breasts, bulging her wetsuit out in the process. Torricelli though was more focused on the one tentacle that remained between her legs as it slipped and pushed against her pussy; bubbles spewing from the Submarine's lips as she felt it push and prod at her entrance-

-and then let out a barely-audible yelp as the dark blue tentacle penetrated her. A brief flash of pain hit as the tentacle wriggled its way inside of her but it was quick to fade, a spark of pleasure worming its way through Torricelli as the tendril thrashed about within her. The tentacles slithering around her wetsuits soon found her breasts too, small as they were, and kneaded them with curling groping motions, the occasional rub over her nipples sending sparks of arousal through Torricelli.

'Mn...! H-Hey, hold on...' A little grin twitched across her lips. 'This actually... feels kinda good...'

A soundless moan escaped the perverse Submarine as another tendril joined its comrade between her legs – legs that, by now, were barely struggling – and Torricelli squealed in delight as the tentacle wriggled up against her entrance. It struggled to squeeze into her tight tunnel, missing twice and grazing her clit with a failed upwards thrust, only to try for a third time. It pushed and squeezed at her entrance, nudging the other dark blue tentacle to one side.

Then it penetrated her. Torricelli spasmed in place, bubbles spewing from her lips as she moaned in shameless ecstasy, her pussy now host to two writhing tentacles. They squirmed and spasmed against her insides, stretching her out, before as if on a whim the tendrils coiled around one another. The bumpy helix pattern they made felt euphoric against her sensitive inner walls, her toes curling and legs jerking as the corkscrewing tentacles pumped between her puffy folds and kissed her cervix, ramming up against her innermost parts.

Less than a dozen feet away Leonardo, on the other hand, wasn't having nearly as much fun.

'Nn, need to stop it, need to get out, n-need... ahn~'

The tentacle kept rubbing up against her clothed pussy, and to Leonardo's eternal shame she was getting off on it. She was undeniably wet, and she was under no delusions the only reason it hadn't penetrated her was because her bikini bottoms were in the way. Alas that just meant the tentacle's head constantly rubbed up against her clothed slit, stimulating her clit frequently with its long strokes and leaving the blonde Submarine a bundle of pent-up need.

Just as she was starting to succumb though the tentacle, apparently figuring out it wouldn't be getting through her clothes anytime soon, instead coiled more to the side and slipped under her bikini bottoms. Leonardo flinched, snapping out of her forced arousal, but it was too late, she could feel the bulbous blue tip against her nether lips. It grazed her clit once before squirming down, touching her throbbing core, her need so shamefully apparent she could only whimper.

And then whine as it penetrated her. It went in painlessly, her arousal such that the smooth tentacle practically slid into her needy cunt. She bit her lip and shook her head, trying to resist, but there was no ignoring how easily the tentacle thrust up against her cervix, battering her innermost parts with an enthusiasm that left her moaning, each exhalation sending bubbles up towards the surface. A surface she couldn't hope to reach as she was fucked by a tentacle plant.

'No, it's... ohh~'

It felt good. It felt good. No matter how much she wanted to deny it having a tentacle in her pussy was far better than any sex toy she could make back at home – her sopping insides churned up by the nimble tendril that squirmed about within her. The pleasure she felt was only amplified as a wire-thin tentacle approached and tickled her clit, coaxing out a moan so loud that even the ocean couldn't totally muffle it.

The plant could though; the thick tentacle from before slithering towards her. Rather than claim her pussy though it went towards her mouth, and the moment Leonardo moaned again it lunged – instantly making the inventor gag as it hit the back of her throat. The girth of the tentacle was comparable to her forearm and forced her mouth open wide just to give it access, her eyes bulging as the tentacle hit the back of her throat and then promptly forced its way down it, going just deep enough to make her choke, but not so deep that seawater could enter her windpipe.

Allowing the thick tentacle to face-fuck her to its heart's content. Every time it slammed inside it jerked her head back and when it retreated her head was pulled forwards with the motion, making Leonardo nauseous as she was jerked and jolted by the massive phallus-like tendril. Even as it violated her mouth though the tentacle in her pussy gleefully slammed itself into her, pounding ever-deeper – until it penetrated her cervix.

As Leonardo thrashed, her scream muffled with the throat-bulging tentacle violating her mouth, Torricelli moaned with much more delight as the corkscrewing tentacles forced their way into her womb.

Whatever ooze the tentacles excreted eased the pain and left her practically high, a delirious moan escaping the green-haired Submarine as the corkscrewing tendrils fucked her womb. In-and-out they moved, stirring up her baby chamber as they no doubt prepared to lay their eggs in her – and quite frankly Torricelli didn't even bother to resist, being as limp as one could be as her holes were used freely.

Nor did she resisted as another tentacle squirmed up her thigh and penetrated her asshole. Her back arched, a violent shiver travelling through her as the tentacle wormed about in her ass before making its way further up, her sensitivity such that she could intimately feel it work its way through her stomach all the way up to her stomach. It didn't go as far as her throat but it coiled about in her stomach, thrusting as it went and electrifying her nerves with the pleasure.

The onslaught of pleasure was too much. The corkscrewing tentacles in her womb, the tendril up her ass and in her stomach, the devilish vines slithering under her wetsuit and kneading her breasts – it left Torricelli utterly drunk on pleasure, her mind completely subservient to the pleasure-giving tentacles. So when the tentacles all began fucking her faster she offered no resistance, her legs subconsciously opening wider in anticipation, catching sight of several bulges travelling up the tentacles towards her-

-when they entered her.

Torricelli thrashed, her pussy stretched that little bit further as the bulges went around and around, through her cervix – and then erupted inside of her womb. The gallonous gush of fluid carried with it multiple small eggs, each of which fit into her womb before the next bulge delivered another helping of eggs. Her ass was not spared; stretched out as the bulge worked its way all the way up through her intestines and into her belly before unloading the eggs into it too. The sensation was enough to push Torricelli to climax, convulsing in their grasp even as the tentacles in her wetsuit spewed their fluids across her stomach and chest, their eggs failing to get inside of her but their fluids staining her skin all the same.

'S-So good~'

A thought not shared by Leonardo da Vinci.

''MMPH~!''

The blonde's muffled cry went unanswered as she was forced to orgasm, her eyes nearly rolling back – when she felt the bulge enter her pussy. Nary a second later the lump exploded inside of her, unleashing a torrent of fluid into her womb and laying numerous eggs inside of her, the thought hastening her struggles, albeit to no avail. Multiple more doses of impregnation came, whilst the one in her throat seemed to hold back its climax temporarily.

Key word being temporarily. Just as Leonardo started to come down from her forced climax the large tentacle unleashed a torrent of eggs into her mouth with little in the way of fluid; the numerous eggs rolling over her tongue with a stickiness that made her feel queasy. She refused to swallow them though, her eyes screwed shut as she felt three, six, twelve total eggs enter her mouth, each only slightly bigger than a marble.

Then the tentacle withdrew and her lips pursed shut. The one in her pussy and the tiny one teasing her clit, also withdrew.

The reason why became apparent as the tentacles around her arms, aided by two fresh ones around her legs, dragged her over above the plant to where Torricelli was. The other Submarine girl had been relinquished but her pussy leaked white fluid plentifully, as did her ass and clothes, telling of where the creature had came. However that became the least of Leonardo's concerns as fresh tentacles came in, systematically winding their way under their clothes and grazing their flesh aggressively.

Before in a single motion ripped their swimsuits off. Leonardo would've gasped if she didn't have a mouthful of eggs, and the only reason she didn't spit them out was the large tentacle looming mere feet away, aimed right at her as if prepared to egg her again if she dared spit them out. So she tried to play patiently, to wait for it to 'look' away so she could spit them out – a chance she, as it turned out, would never get.

Namely because the dark blue tentacles wrapped around her naked form, and pulled her flush up against Torricelli's equally-naked body. Leonardo's cheeks darkened with embarrassment, feeling her boobs rub up against Torricelli's own and their legs tangle as they floated.

Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this situation – when Torricelli suddenly darted in and kissed her.

Leonardo's eyes bulged in alarm not just at the kiss, but at the sensation of Torricelli's tongue slithering into her mouth, stealing the eggs off of her tongue. At the same time a tentacle slithered up between her small breasts and pressed on her throat, forcing Leonardo to gag – the lurching motion pushing the eggs towards Torricelli who gladly swallowed them.

Panic filled Leonardo and, not wanting her friend to get eggs in her stomach, tried her best to keep the eggs in her own mouth... unintentionally encouraging Torricelli to tongue-wrestle with her, the pair of them fighting over the tentacle eggs in her mouth.

And when all the eggs would be inevitably swallowed, more would be given.

The game continuing even as their pussies and assholes were soon used once more, many more eggs pumped into their wombs, willing or not.

[END]

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While other Submarines had duties like mapping the sea floor or examining how the Mirror Sea had altered the wildlife, the Ironblood Submarines assigned to this operation had a much less interesting, but no less challenging task.

Patrolling.

At first it was exciting. The ocean within the Mirror Sea felt so alien compared to the one just outside the fog wall, so still and lifeless despite the ever-churning tides and swirling sea currents. However that excitement quickly wore off when they ran into next to no monsters; and those they did were small and easily dispatched.

U-81 sighed at that. Idly gripping the handles of her rigging the pink-haired girl looked about at the dark ocean around her, seeing nothing of interest, unsurprisingly. Either the sea monsters were more stealthy than they gave them credit for or too shy to face them – the latter would be more ideal, and thus far the Destroyers on the surface hadn't picked up anything on sonar. Though then again, considering getting blasted with sonar wasn't exactly pleasant, the Destroyers would only do so when they were a sufficient distance away.

Which meant if something was tailing them, they'd have to rely on themselves for the most part.

Sighing out bubbles U-81 glanced back at her wolfpack behind her. U-96 hung close by, being the better navigator of the two of them, whilst not far behind her was U-556 who acted as their commander of sorts. U-410 and U-522 were hanging further back keeping tabs on things, leaving U-37 and U-47 at the very back. The former because she liked the thrill of having her back to any potential enemies, and the latter because she just preferred to be alone.

U-96 caught her eye and quirked a brow, silently questioning, but U-81 just shook her head to say it was nothing. Returning her gaze ahead the pink-haired Submarine searched the land below for any entertainment, but for better or worse there wasn't any. The vast reef was over to their left and a dense rock maze was over to their right, also entwined with coral, but the patch they were patrolling over was just open sand dunes and the occasional rock mound or narrow ravine.

Until she spotted it in the distance. The haze of the water made it hard to see but U-81 spent much of her existence under the sea, enabling her to make out what looked like to be a hole in the sand. Curiosity compelled her closer, the others following in her wake as she cruised over to it. The closer they got the clearer it became, the haze fading and revealing a naturally-forming crater in the dunes; yellowish sand transitioning into dark rock.

But something about the hole stirred at her senses. Intrigued her, even. The sensation was strange but she obliged it anyway, keeping her speed low to avoid any risk of detection as she dared cruise over the hole, the others waiting behind.

Nothing lunged up to grab her, thankfully.

However the crater wasn't just a mere crater either.

It was deep. Far, far deeper than it had any right to be. Deep enough that she could spy other, tunnel-like gaps in the rock going down, like a network of caves just waiting to be discovered. Cave combat wouldn't be ideal so exploring them was out, but the crater itself was wide, easily big enough that a whole U-Boat could fit in there lengthways and still have room to turn about. It was because of that fact that U-81 felt confident enough to descend; beckoning her peers with her.

They followed without question, though all remained cautious nonetheless – though still quite spacious it was smaller than the open ocean, and they had to account for that fact. More than that, however, was how dark it became. At seabed level the water around them was a dark blue, but below that level it was quickly becoming pitch-black; naught but a void waiting for them below.

Their descent though was not without fruit. Albeit with a very rotted fruit.

Fish swam about here. Herring, tunas, bluefish, there was a decent variety... but something was wrong with them. Luminous yellow tumours bulged out from their bodies, pulling out flesh with it and disrupting the otherwise smooth pattern of scales, revealing yellow veins that crept across their forms like etchings upon a rock. They swam with no destination and at a pace far too languid, even when the girls passed them by, their eyes barely reacting to them even as the fish continued to swish about without a care in the world.

The foliage too shared the yellow pustules. Clumps of coral on the walls were rife with bulging yellow balls, so swollen they looked ready to pop and spew their contents out. The Submarines kept their distance because of that, eyeing any and all infected creature or plant with wariness – but the deeper they went, the more prevalent they became. The fish didn't seem dangerous and so the girls didn't feel the need to retreat quite yet, though U-96 was clearly already plotting the most efficient route back up should the fish abruptly turn hostile.

But they didn't. Even as they reached deeper waters, the pressure enough to make breathing uncomfortable, they were not attacked.

Even as they passed sharks, dolphins, and other creatures. One looked like a Lizardman with blue scales, fins and a more aquatic-based appearance, another was like a wolf with a fish tail instead of hind legs, and another was akin to a great white shark fused with a person. All of them floated aimlessly, their bodies covered in the yellow pustules and scrawling veins that glowed in the darkness. They were diseased. Infected. Blighted.

Blight. No better a name for a disease as ominous as this, U-81 morbidly thought.

Soon enough, however, they reached the bottom of the crater – or pit, as it would better be called.

The result was... not what they expected.

There was an egg down there. A massive one in the shape of a dome, with a shell best akin to black rock with a singular long slit along the top of it – the entire egg surrounded by the same yellow pustules that grew upon the coral around it. How an egg this big had gotten all the way down here was bewildering, and how it was spreading its plague equally as so, but the idea that something laid it...

That would imply something quite gargantuan indeed was hiding in these waters.

U-81 couldn't suppress the shiver that recoiled through her body, her lips pursing as she gulped down her fear. This was a big discovery. They didn't need to try blowing it up or anything, even if it that possibly meant killing whatever hell-spawn was waiting inside the egg – it was better to alert the fleet about this and the potential monster hiding somewhere nearby. She wasn't sure how protective fish were of their spawn, but then again these monsters didn't follow conventional norms either.

However just as she was about to communicate this thought the egg twitched. She tensed, as did the others, and for a moment she didn't dare exhale lest the bubbles stir the creature. A hope ruined as the egg twitched again – and then revealed it wasn't an egg at all, the two halves opening wide.

Revealing an eye.

Its iris was gold; bright and baleful as it flickered between them with supernatural speed. The white sclera seemed so fake compared to a human's eye; less gelatinous and more rocky, like polished marble covered in a sheen. At the same time the surrounded creatures infected with Blight all twitched and spasmed, some sense of coherency seeming to come to them as they all started to turn towards them, staring at them too.

In an instant, U-556 cried out – her voice audible through the water, muffled as it was.

''BAIL!''

Nobody hesitated to follow her command, and as one the seven Submarines began their rapid ascent, turning tail and kicking their riggings into high gear. The water around them cavitated from the rush but none cared about stealth at the moment, ascending away from the unfathomable eyeball at the bottom of the ocean.

They didn't get far. No more than a few seconds later a massive symbol phased into existence above them, so large it blocked off the route to the surface and glowing a soft red hue, its luminosity ominous in the darkness of the pit. The symbol was inherently foreign, depicted a diamond within a diamond, ending with a singular dot in the very centre. Like a baleful eye peering at them, mirroring the one under them.

Startled U-81 jerked her head, looking back for U-556 – only to freeze. The blue-haired girl was floating further down, barely still within her vision and staring at the eyeball. She hadn't fled with them.

She didn't hesitate. Kicking off of her rigging for a boost she swam down the dozen of so metres between them, diving into the darkness with only the infected monsters and fish to illuminate her way – until soon she reached U-556. She was conscious, her eyes wide and terrified, but didn't swim away. She grabbed onto her shoulder and tried to pull but it was like something had literally rooted U-556 into place, her body resisting her hold like she was encased in cement.

'What the hell?!' U-81 gritted her teeth and grabbed her comrade's arm – or meant to, anyway. There was something there. Something solid yet... not.

She stared at the spot her hand had almost touched. Nothing was there, but U-556's skin near it was beginning to bubble and flay, tints of yellow burning her skin. The eye was doing something to her, she realised, and in the back of her mind cursed herself for abandoning her rigging so quickly – lacking a torpedo to blow up the accursed eye.

''H-Help...!'' U-556 suddenly gasped out – her voice barely audible underwater, bubbles further muting her words. ''It... hurts...!''

U-81 didn't waste the air answering and just jerked her head in a nod, pulling harder, grabbing her comrade by her underarms. The invisible bindings though refused to let her go no matter how hard she kicked her legs – when a torpedo sailed past them. Seconds later it impacted the eye and blew up a mighty shockwave, rippling through their forms, and the surrounding sea creatures thrashed in response.

She didn't get the chance to act upon that information, however. Whatever was binding U-556 let go and she feverishly kicked her legs, swimming away from the Eye of Blight. U-556, however, had gone limp in her arms – rendered unconscious by whatever the entity had done to her. The marks on her arms and legs though did not disappear, the flesh remaining tainted and burned, the flesh turning a nauseating yellow colour around the injury. She pushed the worries from her mind though and just avoided touching the infected spots; doing her best to escape.

Which was markedly easier than it should've been. It took U-81 a moment to realise a force was sucking her up, and when she jerked her head up she found the glowing symbol pulling her abandoned rigging towards it. Her comrades were not spared, their riggings desperately trying to carry their owners away, but the closer they were pulled the harder it was to escape the suction. U-37 tried feverishly to escape but failed, her mouth opening in a silent, frightened cry.

Before she phased through the symbol, disappearing. The vacuum didn't cease though and U-47 was soon pulled in, followed by the others one by one. Without a rigging of her own U-81 was helpless to swim away, her flailing legs doing little, the overbearing red light filling her vision-!

And then suddenly she was in the open ocean once more.

Tumbling for a moment U-81 was left disoriented until she managed to control herself. She found her rigging a few metres away and quickly swam over to it, resting the unconscious U-556 against it. Her comrade's rigging wasn't anywhere in sight, but whether that was because it hadn't been sucked in, or maybe it disappeared when she passed out, U-81 didn't know. For all she knew it was somewhere nearby.

Locating it, however, would be nothing short of arduous. Everywhere she looked was a greyish ocean, so vast and still it left her throat clogged with fear. The others were nearby thankfully, spied from the corner of her eye, but their company did little to stall her terror. What little light that filtered from above was pale and gloomy, whilst below was the darkest of blacks, an all-consuming void that felt far deeper than it had any right to be.

Leaving her with just one question – where the hell were they?

Underwater communication wasn't really an option, but right now that wasn't her main concern – U-556 was. Without hesitation U-81 leaned down and gently pressed her lips onto U-556's parted ones, exhaling oxygen into her comrade's lungs to keep them topped up – she'd no doubt lost a good bit of air so far. That done she fumbled about with the gear she'd stored in her rigging and materialised a breathing mask from the top of it; quickly fitting it over U-556's mouth.

Without an oxygen tank she'd have to rely on her own lungs, but at least the mask stopped any water from getting in and allowed her to breathe more freely in her unconscious state. That done she turned her attention onto U-556's wounds, peripherally aware of the others grouping around her as they spoke with hand signals and gestures, a familiar trick after years of working together underwater.

Her eyes traced the unnatural burn on U-556's left arm. To call it a burn was apt with how the skin was, well, burned – but it was less like a fire burn and more of a chemical one. The skin, formerly fair and unblemished, was now rife with blisters and the skin an irritated red. The deepest part of the wound was near the middle, revealing a small wound that bled continuously, but more concerning was the tint of luminous yellow that was slowly travelling up her arm. Going though her bloodstream.

She was almost tempted to try and apply a tourniquet... but, more likely than not whatever was in her blood had already made its way past her shoulder.

Still it never hurt to try, and so with pursed lips U-81 manifested some waterproof bandages from her rigging and applied them – a quick gesture gaining U-47's aid as they tightened it firmly. They applied identical tourniquets to her other limbs too, restricting the potential infection to just her limbs. Whether it'd help or not she didn't know, but until she could get U-556 checked it was the best they could do.

Sighing out bubbles U-81 pulled back, turning to look at the others. They grimaced and she found herself doing the same.

What the hell was that? Gestured U-410, quite emphatically too.

I don't know. U-81 shook her head and waved a hand, before gesturing around. Where are we?

A shrug from all. The silence that followed was heavier than comfortable.

Surface? U-81 pointed up, tilting her head.

Negative. U-96 crossed her arms in an 'X' before stabbing her index finger up into her other palm. Something might see us from below.

Which was a good point. Up high they would have better vision and could actually speak... but if the strangely grey-coloured ocean was any indication, they weren't at Island 13 anymore.

Now it was like they'd been transported to another dimension entirely. A truly alien ocean.

U-47 then got her attention, gesturing at her rigging which she floated beside, before cranking the handles.

Engine troubles? U-81 tapped the back of hers.

Frowns answered her, which was a bad sign. Doubly so when everyone cranked their handles.

One or two was possibly just regular failure, but all of them? A shiver travelled up her spine and U-81 got on her rigging, kicking the engine into gear... but it didn't respond. It was still active, she could tell that much, but it didn't respond to her. Yet that just brought up more questions than answers – she could withdraw items from within her hull, but not drive it? She could still feel it connected to her, but was unable to utilise it? And that also applied to her comrades too?

Was that a result of travelling through the portal, or from the weird ocean they found themselves in?

She never got an answer to that as something else caught her attention. Namely a light in the dark not far away from them – a distant glint in the ocean. U-556's rigging, most likely – the thought inspiring her to kick her legs and swim towards it, leaving U-556 in the care of U-47 for the time being. In the haunting stillness of the ocean she could hear U-37 and U-96 follow her, the distinct noise of their motions so familiar so her she could name them from the length of their kicks alone.

Such merry thoughts trickled out of her mind as she neared the glow. It was brighter now. Almost too bright. It reminded her more of a bulb as she neared, the circular shape unusual, and in the back of her mind she realised this definitely wasn't U-556's rigging... a fact confirmed as the orb of light hung mere feet away, a bulb in the darkness.

And attached to it lurked a monstrosity that engrained itself into her nightmares. An anglerfish, if one was mixed with a human. A maw of uneven, jagged teeth stabbed out from its gums sporadically. Webbed feet kept it aloft as did its hands, each finger an elongated talon. Skin pale as moonlight stretched itself across its humanoid torso, leading up to a thick neck and monstrous head, its fins in place of ears and its eyes a milky white, staring right at her with an unfathomable hunger.

An Angler. For it was no fish with such a monstrous appearance.

The Angler tensed – serving as U-81's only warning before the haunting monster suddenly lunged at her. Startled out of her daze U-81 swam back, the others doing the same – but she was too close to the beast. Its webbed talons clutched onto her sides and pulled her in, its intimidating visage filling her view and petrifying U-81 with the mere sight, her eyes screwing shut as she anticipated it to bite down on her.

But it didn't. No instead one of its talons lashed out, swiping across her groin and marring her flesh with a narrow gash – but more importantly cutting away the cloth there. The crotch part of her swimsuit fell away, hanging limply behind her, and by the time she realised what it actually intended to do it was too late – the tip of a long, pointed cock grazing between her petals.

And then abruptly slammed up inside of her. The penetration was as sudden as it was painful, a shriek fleeing U-81 as the Angler's long shaft penetrated deep inside of her – stretching her walls apart and ramming up against her cervix on the very first thrust. Its talons dug into her narrow waist as her insides clenched around its shaft, pulling her up only slightly before predictably yanking her back down; forcibly impaling her onto its cock.

'It hurts!' U-81 cried out in her mind, eyes screwed shut as she struggled to no avail – the monster's grip so tight its fingers drew blood as she thrashed.

Though not abnormally thick the length of the Angler's cock let it slam into her with ease, parting her unwilling folds and hilting in her formerly-virgin cunt, stretching her out. Her legs kicked and her arms flailed but that did nothing to free her from her monstrous captor, nor did it stop the air from being fucked out of her with every thrust; a constant stream of bubbles spewing past her lips as she gasped and cried out, depleting her air supply as she was raped.

All whilst the tip of the Angler's cock speared up against her cervix, battering her innermost parts and secreting a cold-feeling fluid – when it thrust deeper than before. U-81's eyes bulged, tensing, and a moment later she screamed into the sea as the Angler impaled her all the way onto its long cock – one that stabbed up through her cervix and into her very womb.

Just having such a monstrously big cock inside of her was painful, but to feel it penetrate her very womb, its girth stretching her cervix open as it yanked her up-and-down like she was its personal fleshlight, left U-81 jerking and gasping, her eyes wide one moment and scrunching shut the next, nigh-writhing as she tried to endure the painful defilement, her narrow pussy overfilled by monster dick.

'Need to... get away...!'

But she couldn't. The desperate hope of getting away from the creature became harder and harder to believe in, especially as her allies failed to save her. Had they ran and not realised she wasn't following? Did they get caught too? Were they still running and evading their pursuers? She didn't know and the terrifying unknown only added to her pain, her thoughts jumbled as her pussy was churned up, the creature's length spearing into her so forcefully she could only take it.

There was no pleasure to be found in her violation, no mercy granted, even if unwanted. The length of the monster's cock let it scrape her narrow insides and for its tip to rut up against the depths of her womb, its pointed tip twitching strongly-!

-and then suddenly it came. U-81 jolted in its hold, eyes snapping wide as jets of cool fluid filled her. The sticky fluid clung to her insides as it spewed deep within her, gush after gush of the inhuman semen forcibly splurged into her womb even as she feebly kept struggling, unwilling to become a broodmare for the ghastly creature before her. But like all her struggles beforehand, it was for naught. Her fate was sealed. Her womb now held host to the Angler's sperm.

Alas the creature was not finished with her, and with barely a few seconds of reprieve U-81 found herself being defiled once more – her inaudible cries heard by none in the vast void around her.

X-x-X

U-96 saw the creature in front of U-81.

She saw her comrade get grabbed.

And she saw the identical bulbs that phased out from the dark waters behind her partner.

Realising staying would only spell their doom she made the decision to abandon U-81 – the bitter pill swallowed with a grimace as she turned and fled, U-37 in hot pursuit. In the silence of the ocean she could hear their stalkers give chase, the flaps of their legs betraying their locations to keen ears such as hers, and it was because of those keen ears that she realised the monsters were faster than them.

Not daring to glance back she focused on regrouping with the others, but to her befuddlement she failed to arrive back where they'd initially left off at. The group hadn't been far away, a dozen or so metres at least, but even though she'd swam back in a rough straight line the others were nowhere in sight. Had the ocean magically changed, she wondered? Or had her navigation skills failed in this crucial moment where every second counted?

The ocean bore no answers and so with gritted teeth U-96 kicked her legs, heading up. U-37 followed, swimming past her as she used her greater agility, and not for the first time she found herself envying the cheeky Submarine.

Such thoughts, however, perished as something grabbed her right foot – and then pulled her down.

Bubbles spewed past her lips as she screamed in surprise, pulled down against her will – and she flinched as she dared look behind herself. An Angler loomed there, milky eyes locked onto her.

Thinking fast she kicked out with her other foot, using it less to strike but more to propel her away from the beast – spring-boarding off of the monster's chest. Its talons raked through her ankle and drew blood from the deep gouges but aside from the blazing pain there was no damage to the nerves, enabling the Submarine to hurry after U-37 towards the surface, the gloomy sky almost visible.

But alas she never got to it. No more than a dozen metres away her shin was grabbed and then her other thigh was too; pulling her back. The beast was behind her, she knew, feeling its body against her crotch. Its hands settled on her hips but not before slashing through her swimsuit, drawing bloody gashes along her lower back from the sudden swipe, the lost ichor secondary to the sensation of something pointy pressing between her petals.

And then before U-96 could compute what it was, the Angler's cock slammed into her. Instantly a mouthful of bubbles spewed free as she cried out, eyes wide as she was yanked backwards onto the monster's cock. It was too big. Her tightness was stretched open by its size and the tip pressed firmly against her cervix, opening her up in ways that no sex toy ever had done, leaving her so unfathomably full she wouldn't be shocked if she broke in two.

The alien cock withdrew, the pointed tip between her petals – before it slammed back into her flower once more, hilting in her. The Submarine cried out, the noise barely audible underwater but still providing some meagre catharsis from the pain; a pain that continued as the Angler thrust itself into her. Though its movements were somewhat slow every thrust drilled itself into her cunt, its groin hard as it rammed against her perky ass cheeks, jolting her forth.

Before it inevitably drew her back by her sides, forcing her onto its cock.

U-96 gritted her teeth, eyes squinted as she tried to search for aid – but U-37 was nowhere in sight. Had she been taken too, or had she successfully surfaced and found aid somehow – or better yet, swam onto dry land, assuming some was nearby? No answers came to her mind though and so U-96 just did her best to escape her defiler, kicking her legs and occasionally managing to strike its thighs, but never able to discourage the beast. Nor could she pry its hands off of her hips, her attempts meagre at best as it overpowered her.

The beast did not mate just for pleasure though, that much became clear as its shaft throbbed within her. Realisation dawned and the thought of being impregnated by the hellish creature inside of her made her sick to her stomach, a renewed vigour strengthening her as she banged her fists on its hands – only to cry out as it dug its talons deeper into her flesh, deliberately causing her more pain. Or maybe it was just trying to hold onto her tighter.

All she knew was that it suddenly slammed into her harder than before, bubbles churning from the force behind its thrusts. Though it had the body of a man it had the passion of a wild animal, rutting her from behind and ramming into her like this would be its one and only chance to impregnate a mate – and any thoughts perished from U-96's mind as its tip, pointed and firm, penetrated her cervix.

'It can't.' The frazzled thought filtered through her normally calculating mind, eyes wide but unseeing. 'There's no way-'

Thump. Its tip touched the innermost part of her birth canal, filling her womb and stretching her cervix apart to accommodate its inhumanly long cock. It felt like a meaty spear jamming into her, bulging her groin out slightly with every penetration and never pulling out more than an inch or two, keeping her womb filled with its dick perpetually. Its tip swelled within her, becoming more bulbous as it no doubt neared its end, preparing to inseminate her.

Then without warning it came. Colder but so much more plentiful than expected, it flooded her baby chamber against her will and sent a shape shudder up U-96's spine, her expression twisting in disgust as she was filled by the monster's seed. It spurted in more and more even as her groin ached from how much cum it'd poured into her, the excess no down overflowing from her narrow pussy, but the monster kept her still.

Until at last the shaft's potent throbs quelled, and for a moment, she thought it was over.

A mistake, she soon learned.

Her cries unheard as the Angler flipped her around and took her once more, using her nubile form to sire its offspring.

X-x-X

U-37 thought she got away. She really did.

Her head breached the surface, she refilled her lungs with fresh if stale air,

But any relief she felt died as she saw her surroundings. The ocean's surface around her was glimmering and glinting but made little noise, the churn of the waves seemingly muted if not entirely absent at times. Even when she flapped her arms the noise she made was quiet, and that wasn't even mentioning the foreign greyscale the world found itself painted in – including Island 13 itself, located only a few hundred metres away from her current location.

The ocean fleet, however, was absent. No carriers, no escorts, nothing. She looked about fretfully, almost tempted to look up, but some impulse clamped down on that instinct. It left her befuddled, almost, yet the moment she considered staring skywards her neck refused to comply, as if she had suddenly forgotten how to tilt her head back, her eyes never able to stray just far enough to catch more than a glimpse of the grey sky in her periphery.

The foreign sensation, the lapse in judgement, cost her.

As a pair of webbed talons grabbed onto her from behind. They pulled her back beneath the waves, the sky blocked from view as she was yanked back into the depths of the abyssal sea, her struggles only marginally slowing her kidnapping. From the corner of her eye she swore she saw U-96 but when she jerked her head to look her ally was gone from her sight, leaving her so terribly alone.

Aside from the Angler that held onto her. Bubbles tickled her nape and she arched her back, shivering as terror paralysed her. This wasn't a thrill, a challenge. A terror so primal it was engraved in her soul coursed through her veins, rendering her easy prey to the creature. One that pressed its cock-head up against her crotch, the tip forceful as it pushed her bikini bottoms into her pussy, unable to be claimed.

Not that it stopped the beast. Exhaling against her nape the creature pushed and pushed, its hold on her sides becoming painful, made worse by the fabric that dug into her skin, straining-!

And then tearing.

U-37 momentarily blacked out as the Angler forced its cock not only into her pussy but through her cervix too, tunnelling up and hilting in her very womb all on the very first thrust. She came to a split-second later and the agony struck a second after that, her shrill wail spoken in bubble as she was claimed. The only mercy, perhaps, was that she wasn't a virgin. Not that it dulled the pain by much, if at all.

Such thoughts were fucked from her mind though as the Angler pulled her back by her hips, nearly folding U-37 in half as it rammed up into her, its pointed tip pressing against her innermost parts like a blunted spear. Frantically she lashed out with her tail, the chain-like appendage lashing around its stomach and squeezing... to no avail. The bladed tip did draw blood, but not enough to make it release its hold.

Attempting to bleed it out was made much more difficult when it was raping her dry, as well. Every thrust set her nerves alight and made her shriek, throwing her head back or jamming her chin into her collarbone, her whole body tensing up as she tried and failed to endure the Angler's length, feeling it churn her insides up and leave her raw and sore. A soreness that only grew more acute as its powerful thrusts grew in speed, cavitating the water around them from the force and delivering that force against her ass, clapping her cheeks as it hilted in her womb.

'Hnf...! Let go... of me...!' U-37 slashed at it as best she could, her tail her only real weapon.

One that didn't work quickly against the monster. She kept struggling though, her fire not extinguished – though it was much harder to keep going as the creature slammed into her again. Her insides seized around its length, tightly clenching it, but if anything that just made it rape her even more vigorously, its bestial nature rearing its head more than ever as it thoroughly fucked her womb.

The pounding thrusts knocked the sense out of her, only the frantic desire to get away retained in her mind as she writhed and spasmed, her legs jerking and toes curling as the beast had its way with her. She lost her sense of time in the process, able to only count every womb-deep thrust, her mind going blank-

When it came. As suddenly as it had grabbed her it climaxed within her, pouring gushing spurts of seed into her. A shudder of revulsion coiled in her gut and she whimpered inaudibly, feeling dirty as the abyssal horror impregnated her, its seed cold against her abused, tenderised insides.

Moments ticked by, her sense of time gradually coming back to her.

Just in time for the Angler to resume breeding her, their 'battle' continuing.

To see whether she'd run out of air first, or she'd bleed it out.

[END]

Chapter Text

U-81, flanked by U-37 and U-96, swam off into the darkness.

Their absence weighed on the remaining Submarines more than any dared admit. The darkness of the foreign ocean around them felt suffocating and the threat of being ambushed left them all tense, their eyes flitting this way and that only to return to their companions with greater anxiety, fearful they would be snatched into the abyss around them, their inert riggings providing the only illumination.

U-47 was busy handling U-556. Though she was fairly light having an unconscious body to carry around would be an unquestionable detriment if they were to get into a fight – not that she had any plans to abandon her comrade, of course. However even if she wasn't burdened by the blue-haired Parzival, what good could she and her allies do? They were unarmed, for all intents and purposes. At best U-410 had her mast-like weapon, but against foes of such inhuman nature she doubted it'd be of much use. Better than nothing, but still of minimal help.

Just as she mused that thought, as if she had jinxed herself, U-47 felt a disturbance in the water. So too did her allies, their eyes all turning to the right, gazing into the abyss. Even if their eyes couldn't see it they could feel the disturbances in the water, subtle and careful as they were. Something knew they were there, but didn't know they had noticed it.

Or so U-47 hoped. She dared to take her eyes off of the darkness and stared at U-522, getting her attention, before pointing at U-556, then at the surface.

We need to get her to safety. She signalled.

U-522 frowned and looked over at U-410, then back in the direction U-81 had gone – pointing that way then making a dome with her hands. They will not be able to find us.

U-47 grimaced and glanced in the direction of the subtle oscillations, shaking her head. No time.

U-410 pointed up, then gave a thumbs up. I agree.

Dangerous. U-522 commented, drawing a line across her neck before pointing in the direction of U-81's group. Might be their death.

U-47 knew that. She knew fleeing without them could very well lead them to their deaths.

But U-81 was no doubt aware of the risk. She entrusted U-556 to her with the implication that she would be cared for in her absence, be it in presence or in life. For all she knew, even, U-81 and the others had just been gobbled up sight unseen. They might already be dead, as cold as it was to say.

Such was the mentality a Submarine had to have, even if they disliked it. When trouble came coming you worked as a pack... but even a lost wolf would be left behind, if it was for the betterment of the pack as a whole.

The risk was higher than the reward. Letting their feelings get in the way wouldn't be in their interest. They had to be cold, unfeeling. They had to be willing to sacrifice some to save others; U-556 chief among them, even if the Parzival herself wouldn't agree with the sentiment.

U-47 exhaled bubbles and nodded. That was the plan.

She came to the conclusion at a good time as she felt the vibrations through the water intensify. There were multiple enemies, and all getting closer. More eager. More hungry. She swallowed and looked both of her comrades in the eyes, silently reaching into her inert rigging and withdrawing a specialised flare gun from it. A single round was preloaded and she aimed the gun straight up, the tension stiffening her muscles, her legs bending as she coiled-

-and then bright red light shone through the dark, the underwater flare propelled up and illuminating the surrounding waters. Their hunters recoiled, the bright light both startling them and no doubt hurting them – and when U-47 turned, she spied them. Creature akin to wolves but with a mane of dark blue tentacles both thick and thin, their fur absent and leaving smooth, squid-like flesh covering the rest of their forms. Where hind legs would be though was naught but a tail not unlike a mermaid's, the fishy end contrasting the wolven forelegs and face. A face contorted into a bestial, angry snarl, their four black eyes cringing in the bright light of the flare.

Seawolves. Oddly fitting, then, that the Submarines were considered a wolfpack.

Then an instant later U-47 kicked off of her rigging and swam. U-556's unconscious form slowed her, adding much unwanted drag, but she silently bore the burden and simply focused on swimming – her comrades disappearing into the dark, though she could still hear their frantic kicks. She pushed them from her mind though and focused on going away from the wolves – pinging her sonar out to search for land.

It took several scans, made harder when she was trying to ignore the rapidly-closing enemies behind her, but soon her sonar hit something other than mangled coral fields – a sharp incline. Land. However the Seawolves would catch up with her long before she reached it... but, as luck would have it, there was a network of rock spires not far away. Like a forest of leafless trees and built of stone, they'd no doubt help.

Unbeknownst to U-47, U-410 had the exact same idea – diving the moment she detected the forest of stone. With her limited vision she spied the network of stone pillars, seeing more through her frequent sonar pings than her actual eyesight. Because of that she could also detect the myriad of monsters that lurked nearby, some lurking but others stirring as they felt her sonar pings – only hastening her escape lest they come after her too.

Her pursuers, however, were not so willing to let her go. Though the darkness prevented her from seeing them she could sense the Seawolves closing in on her, their mermaid-like tail enabling them to catch up with her despite her large head start.

Still she kept her mouth shut and put the metaphorical pedal to the metal, using the stone pillars as springboards to bounce off of; launching herself towards land.

She didn't get very far, however. Instinct saved her from swimming straight into what almost looked like a spider's web, the black gossamer nearly invisible aside from the faint sheen it had – but she didn't have time to examine it, quickly changing course as the Seawolves gave chase. One of the beasts must've gotten caught as she soon heard a howl, the noise reverberating through the water, but not all of them were snared. Far from it.

Gritting her teeth she kicked legs, propelling herself against the nearest pillar so she could spring off of it, her head on a swivel – when she felt cavitation to her right. Instinct made her spin and it once again saved her as she narrowly avoided being grabbed by a Seawolf; the beast barely seen in the dark as it soared over her, failing to grab her arm in its jaws as the beast had intended, missing her stomach by mere inches.

It spun around with a speed that startled even her though; a flick of its powerful tail reorienting it for an attack. Cursing in her native tongue U-410 kept swimming backwards but brought her weapon to bear, the meagre mast unlikely to be of much use – but if she could take this beast down then that'd be one less-

Jaws, on her thigh. A yelp escaped her, the bubbles rushing past her lips as she was suddenly spun violently, the Seawolf's jaws digging into the soft flesh of her thigh as it rotated her – and then less than a second after it let go another came, snatching her left arm. She tried to whack it away but the beast was shockingly fast, a single flap of its tail pulling her along for the ride as it spun her, sending her into an uncontrollable tumble.

She'd heard of crocodiles that did death rolls, but never wolves that rolled you about to disorient you.

At some point her weapon was wrenched out of her hand, never even getting the chance to be used – and a Seawolf headbutted her in the stomach,. It took her a conscious second to realise it had pushed her down, her sense of direction so muddled she felt sick, her eyes screwed shut as she tried and failed to find her centre. A hope crushed as a pair of paws pressed on her shoulders, pinning her down against a rock of sorts.

It released her – for a second. Because a second was all the creature took before she felt its snout against her crotch, and U-410 flinched as her swimsuit was violently ripped off, the two halves of it floating helplessly before the Seawolf laid itself on her – its cock prodding at her loins. The sensation was enough to snap U-410 out of her daze, realisation dawning on her as she pushed at the wolfish beast, but it just pressed its paws down on her shoulders harder as it humped her, thrusting its cock along her pussy.

'Shit! Shit shit sh-!'

Then a barely-audible scream escaped the silver-haired Submarine as the Seawolf penetrated her, its wolfish cock thrusting deep inside of her on the first go. She threw her head back, eyes screwing shut, but the wolf offered her no such mercy – immediately starting to thrust itself into her and diving its cock deeper into her womanhood, unheeding of her kicking legs or muffled cries, bubbles rising to the surface with every pained vocalisation.

It wasn't her first time, but the size and shape of the creature's cock was far from pleasant, not helped by the lack of any real foreplay. Its girth filled her up quickly and pulled back just as fast, pumping between her petals with violent bucks of its hips, stuffing itself in her with the animalistic urge to breed. She fought it as best she could, its paws not sufficient to restraint her limbs and enabling her to strike it, but punching underwater wasn't exactly effective.

Still it was enough to coax the beast into snapping at her, its sharp teeth raking the flesh of her forearm and making her flinch. A fresh wave of pain soon followed as the beast mounted her once more, its paws on her shoulders and enabling it to slam into her easier – every flick of its strong tail propelling its cock up into her, the tip grazing one spot that, against her will, felt almost good.

The mere idea of getting off to a dog-monster raping her was equal parts disgusting and humiliating, but there was no ignoring the sensation, faint as it was.

A ring of flesh bumped against her lips, the impact slight but still potent with how powerful the wolf's thrusts were – when she remembered wolves had knots. Panic rose within her and her struggle renewed itself, her knees digging into its sides as she frantically tried to push the animal off of her, not wanting to be knotted-!

Too late, the ring of flesh forced itself inside her pussy and swelled. Bubbles climbed skywards as U-410 shrieked, her head thrown back and her eyes wide as her insides were stretched open by the beast's knot, the ring of flesh shockingly big. Not that it stopped the Seawolf from thrusting into her, its thrusts shorter but much faster as it pounded her helpless, knotted pussy, having its way with her now that there was no chance of her getting away.

Her struggles weakened, hopelessness warring against her panic – and when the Seawolf pinned her hands to the rock, she let it.

'Dammit...'

The beast howled, its cock throbbed.

And a violent shudder recoiled through U-410 as she was impregnated with a load of puppy batter.

X-x-X

U-522 was quick to use the stone spires to her advantage, much like her comrades.

Though she was better able to evade her pursuers, she was also not as fast as some of them – preferring stealth to speed. Against warships this was fine... against undersea beasts that had better senses than her, not so much.

'Crap!'

Diving U-522 dodged the Seawolf that tried to snap at her ass, kicking the creature in the abdomen as it passed over her. Alas such a blow was of little effect, the creature barely even grunting as it flicked its powerful tail and twisted around to face her, its comrade soon entering her limited vision – seeming to dart out of the darkness itself and swimming down towards her, maw open to chomp down on her.

She let it get close before dodging, her foot against the rock to give her extra momentum – and when it passed her by she lashed out with her tail. The connector produced an electric shock potent enough to make the sea-pup yelp and recoil away from her, bringing a tight grin to U-522's visage. She swam backwards, keeping the two Seawolves in her line of sight, and the moment one of them made to swim at her she tried to fake it out – jerking towards it as if to lunge.

It worked; the beast tensing in anticipation but not attacking. She waited, making sure her tail wiggled about for it to see, before she continued swimming backwards.

Alas the beast wasn't scared off, because of course it couldn't be so easy. The grin on her lips became strained and she carefully kept swimming backwards, having to frequently glance back to make sure she didn't swim into another monster but also without taking her eyes off of the wolves for too long.

When she looked ahead and noticed there was only one wolf stalking her now.

'Shit! Where did the other-!?'

Cavitation, behind her. She lashed out with her tail but missed by a hair's breadth, the shock still hitting the Seawolf but not to the point it frightened it off – and a shriek escaped U-522 as the Seawolf chomped down on her wire-like tail. The rubber-like material ripped under the force of its jaws, sparking, before the beast ripped it off completely. The lack of a fifth limb, technically artificial as it may have been, left a phantom pain that drove the air from her lungs, the little nub of a tail flicking and twitching about.

Her distraction cost her as the Seawolves closed in. She had barely a second or two to register that before the one in front of her dove in – and she cried out as it bit her in the crotch.

U-522 kicked her legs, hit on the snout, but it didn't let go; its hot, humid breath felt against her crotch, as was its wet tongue that slapped against her clothed pussy. The sensation made her shudder and she banged its nose with her fist hard, wincing as its teeth dug in – only for the beast to pull back, ripping the crotch part of her swimsuit off with it. The absence was ignored in the moment, her focus shifting to the wolf behind her as it pressed up against her back – and she squeaked as the other pressed against her front, effectively trapping between the two Seawolves.

The cocks prodding her groin and ass told of why. The colour drained from U-522's face and she tried pushing the beasts away, startled, but they kept her close with their paws – claws digging into her shoulders as they effectively mounted her, their dicks thrusting up against her-

-before, almost in unison, the wolfish beasts penetrated her in both holes.

The air was knocked out of her. Intimately she felt their bestial cocks, thick and filling, claim her pussy and ass – and she cried out as they both began to rut her. No warm-up, no gradual build-up; from the very first thrust the two Seawolves eagerly flapped their tails and propelled their lower halves forwards, slamming their cocks into her holes. Their bodies crashed into hers with the motion, knocking the wind out of U-522 and leaving her spasming between the two.

Still she tried to escape, but any attempts yielded little success; her kicking legs not stopping her pussy from being stuffed with doggy dick, her insides clenching around the intruding shaft that nearly kissed her cervix. Her asshole wasn't spared, her curvy cheeks practically clapped by the wolf behind her as it buried its cock deep inside her virgin hole, the two beasts moving almost in sync and churning her insides up with the violent thrusts.

'Ugh! Shit, get off..,!'

Her thoughts, alas, did little to influence the beasts. She elbowed the one in front of her but it didn't even deign to bite her, just flicking its freakishly large tail and slamming itself against her. The constant impacts were disorienting, the water cavitating from their thrusts and pushing her about slightly. When all she could see was blackness around her with the occasional hint of a stone pillar, it was a frightening, confusing abyss devoid of help.

Rings of flesh bumped against her holes and U-522 was all too aware of what they were, her fists futilely striking the two wolves as she tried to flee – until, perhaps inevitably, their knots forced themselves into her. The Submarine thrashed, crying out to the void as the two thick knots spread her pussy and asshole open, the Seawolves now unable to pull out even if she was to somehow break free; firmly sealing themselves to her as they continued pounding her formerly-virgin holes.

The only mercy was that, being underwater, their thrusts were perhaps not as rapid as their surface counterparts – but that wasn't saying much when their thrusts were arguably rougher, their bodies crashing into hers with a need to breed, her insides tensing in anticipation of the load she knew was coming, even as she futilely kept fighting to free herself. Her rapid gasps had sapped her supply too, every exhale depleting the precious reserves and rendering her somewhat light-headed, the edges of her vision blurring as she frantically fought-!

When with a howl, the wolf behind her came. She felt its cum gush inside of her asshole, thick and plentiful as it spurted in long ropes; flooding her backdoor and unable to leak out with the knot plugging her ass. Barely a second later the other Seawolf slammed its crotch against hers one last time, its knot swelling inside of her – and its tip releasing countless spurts of bestial cum inside of her, her tensing insides inadvertently squeezing out even more of its puppy batter into her womb.

The Submarine silently whimpered, shuddering – wondering, hopefully, if they were finished.

But of course this abyss couldn't be so merciful.

And so unheard, unseen and in an unknown world, U-552's defilement carried on – her holes abused by the prowling beasts of the abyssal sea.

X-x-X

U-47 wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not when she encountered as mass of spider webs.

On the plus side, they were dense enough that they caught her pursuers – the Seawolves – and they got left behind, leaving her tail free of foes. On the other hand, the constant sonar pings had stirred the creatures of the dark. With every successive ping she could feel more and more monsters, many of strange shapes and impossible proportions, but she did her best to push them from her mind, as if staring for too long would invite attention in return.

As if perception made them real.

'...what?' U-47 shook her head, discarding the random notion.

Daring to send out another sonar ping she mapped the land, doing her best to navigate around the webs that no doubt belonged to some horrific undersea spider, and soon the seabed began to bank up. Hope burned in her heart and with U-556 held close U-47 followed the natural ascension of the landscape, the stone pillars rapidly thinning out as the land became a shallow sea; the seabed becoming purer sand and the light brighter, providing some measure of visibility.

Until she breached the surface. Drawing in a desperate, much-needed breath U-47 pulled U-556 up as well, hurriedly removing the mask and letting her get some air – unconscious but still able to breathe, at least. Mindful to not touch the yellow burns on her limbs she swam backwards until she was touching the coast, but alas there was no convenient beach for her to climb up. It was a rocky shore, but not out of reach.

Carefully orienting U-556 she used the rock wall to keep U-556 steady – before with a shout of effort, she threw U-556 up onto a rocky ledge. It was a few feet above the waterline but her aim was true and U-556's limp form landed on it; the slight slant of the rock thankfully not causing her to roll off of it.

'Now how to get up there myself...' U-47 stared up at the rock face, searching for any useful handholds.

She made to look further up but for whatever reason, couldn't. After a second a light frown marred her visage but no matter how much she willed it, she just... didn't. Her neck muscles didn't move. She could still look down and to the side so she wasn't paralysed, but the moment she tried to look up, no luck.

'What the hell...?'

Distracted by the oddity U-47 didn't notice the motion behind her – not until a Seawolf, larger than those that assaulted her comrades, lunged out of the water behind her. By the time U-47 registered its presence it was too late; its massive paws crashing down on her shoulders and plunging her underwater. The curvaceous Submarine flailed in surprise, her face hitting the sand seconds later as the seaborne wolf humped her from behind, its erect shaft sliding between her bikini-clad ass cheeks.

U-47 scrambled, clutching at the sand and trying to pull away, but the beast just pressed down harder and effectively pinned her to the sand. Leaving U-47 acutely vulnerable as it humped her rear, her bikini bottoms slightly loose from swimming so much – and allowing the large Seawolf to ram its cock between her petals, roughly sheathing its breeding tool within her. The sea stifled her shout and the sand completely muffled it as the beast pushed her down, howling into the water as it eagerly stuffed its full length into her.

Only to draw back, less than half of its cock inside – before slamming back into her.

The impact rippled through U-47's entire body, her muscles seizing and back arching, but the large Seawolf was relentless – another thrust quickly following the first and then another after that, the beast eagerly pounding her pussy and stuffing her to the brim with every thrust; her virgin insides forced apart to accommodate its girth. Even compared to a regular Seawolf it was big, leaving U-47 thrashing as it defiled her.

Such struggles though just encouraged the Seawolf, like a shark sniffing blood in the water. The beast kicked its large tail with vigour, propelling itself inside of her with enough force to make U-47 cry out into the sand, her tightening insides grasping the monster's large length but failing to stop it from pulling back for the next pounding thrust. It left her insides sore and her cervix even more so, the bulbous tip battering on the gates of her womb like it was determined to penetrate even that final barrier, but it failed to. Whether that was a mercy or not, she couldn't tell, able to endure the beast as it bruised her insides with its girth.

A girth soon joined by a ring of flesh. U-47 remained oblivious at first, too distracted with trying to get free from the creature, even as the flesh pushed and rubbed against her pussy lips. However she most certainly noticed when it pressed firmly against her opening – and then promptly cried out as it was forced inside of her. Easily twice the girth of its cock it stretched her out far more, plugging her entrance in the process and leaving the Seawolf stuck with her.

And enticing it to fuck her with short, rutting thrusts, its swelling shaft ruining her pussy and slamming against her cervix with the desperate desire to breed.

'Nng! Hurts, it- hnng!'

Coherent thought was impossible. Escape even more so. All she could do was kneel there and be bred, unable to reach land that was mere metres away at best, stopped by nothing but a damn wall of rock.

So U-47 screwed her eyes shut, enduring. Even as her knees dug into the sand and her ass stung from the harsh smacks against it, as her pussy was perpetually stuffed with wolfish dick, as her insides wept despite her disgust – she endured, an unwilling onahole for the Seawolf as it had its way with her, raping her into the seabed with its intentions fully laid bare.

Intentions made prominent as its pounding thrusts hastened, its cock also swelling in size. She tensed, anticipation chilling her veins as she felt it grow bigger and bigger, the tip pressing up against her cervix-!

And then at last it exploded, a veritable eruption of puppy batter shooting inside of her. She convulsed at the sudden nutting, her fingers digging trenches in the sand as she held onto clumps of it, teeth clenched until her jaw hurt as her womb was unwillingly pumped full of the thick stuff. It kept cumming even then, filling her pussy to the absolute brim with its seed, as if emptying its balls completely in her.

Gradually the flow of semen slowed, then soon ceased altogether. Though by that point her groin hurt from not just the rape, but the sheer amount of cum it'd poured inside of her, enough no doubt to leave a little bulge in her groin. More than enough to get her pregnant with whatever monstrous pups the Seawolf would sire with her.

It was not finished with her yet, however.

A fact U-47 learned as the Seawolf, with its superior strength, wrapped its forelegs around her stomach and began to swim back towards the ocean – its limbs combined with its knotted cock keeping her trapped with it, her panic fruitless as she was taken back to the deep.

For a time, the surface became still once more, like an old photo taken with a monochrome camera.

Until U-556 shifted.

It was naught but a twitch at first, her shoulders jerking, but as if a marionette the blue-haired Parzival of the Seas got her hands under herself and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her legs sat apart, her muscles weak and barely able to support herself, not helped by the tourniquets around her limbs that cut off the blood flow and left them numb.

Yet still she found the strength. Or rather, by some supernatural force, her head was lifted. Her eyes were opened.

Towards the sky.

Towards the monolithic expanse in the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon and crafted of bruised, twisting flesh, pulsating and throbbing. Arms that grew arms of their own stretched down from the heavens like barren trees and swung like vines in the wind, spindly fingers warping into ivory flowers that scattered their black pollen across the greyscale land.

The pollen floated down unto the earth, and when it touched, it became. There was no flash, no grand reveal, there simply was – a Werewolf, a Lizardman, a Sac Bug, a Seawolf, and beasts of which had no name.

Yet still there remained flowers high up, nearer the mouth of the looming being, that had not yet shed their pollen.

U-556 soaked it all in through glassy eyes. A helpless puppet.

A puppet called to – not by the Sky, but by the Deep.

L' nog c', hanah'f'n

COME TO US

HOST

[END]

Chapter Text

While the war on Island 13 continued far below, there were those that took to the skies above it as well.

Alongside the carriers dropping bombs there were a handful of carriers that had taken to flying within the cockpits of their planes, operating as active spotters alongside their squadrons. The risk was much higher than simply launching from offshore and while it offered greater accuracy and response time, especially against more mobile packs of monsters, it also meant that it was impossible for many carriers to summon more planes while in flight, forcing them to return back to the sea sooner or later to launch the next squadron.

In part because of that Langley was very conservative with her planes. Flying just below the cloud layer the bespectacled carrier peered out the side of her plane, tilting it with naught but a command as she stared at the land passing below. With her planes being of the slower variety, including a couple biplanes she was hastily given, she could fly slow enough to actually get a good look at the ground without stalling – a threat many like Enterprise and her peers had to contend with, while she did not, at least not to the same degree.

Additionally, she and Joffre both faced their own unique issue – the cold.

Their assigned sector was the mountainous biome that would be the most sure-fire route to the reactor in the centre of it all. However the mountains were blanketed in thick snow, so much so she could see piles of it lurch up as things moved beneath the snowy quilt – the risk of them being an ally staying her hand, though she had a plane linger above them to keep an eye on them. She did the same with many of her other planes, not dropping her bombs quite yet but just marking them, viewing through her planes to keep track of the monsters and calculating where they would go next. If they started making headway towards the northern fleet, then she would intercept and eliminate them.

The cold, however, didn't help. Even sitting in her cockpit Langley felt her arms begin to tense up, the cold working its day deep into her bones and making it hard to think of anything beyond the chattering of her teeth and shivers twitching through her. Ship-Girls were naturally more resistant to cold or hot weather – there was a reason ships could frolic about in skimpy outfits closer to bikinis than proper clothes regardless of weather. However at this altitude, moving at the speed she was, even that endurance was being tested.

'I really should've brought an extra coat.' Langley grumbled privately to herself.

She had to admit though, the snowy landscapes looked beautiful. Though it wasn't quite the same as the snowy plains of the Northern Parliament that stretched out onto the horizon, it was still quite vast, enough that she worried the fleet might get separated and lost. Alas without a functioning radio she couldn't relay such worries to Musashi, but she trusted the Battleship knew what she was doing. She was a fine leader, from everything she'd heard.

Still she couldn't help but feel uneasy. The clouds above her were so dense there could be a massive eastern dragon waiting up there and she'd be none the wiser, whilst the snowy plains below could hide any number of anti-air armaments. She knew there wouldn't be any, much less piloted by monsters, but she couldn't help but instinctually worry about it. Old habits died hard, she supposed, and a carrier worrying about AA was a carrier that survived another day.

Just then she picked up motion on her leftmost plane, the suddenness of it catching her eye. She peered through that plane's perspective, her vision in her mind's eye not unlike as if she herself was in the cockpit, but she didn't see anything. Just clouds passing by overhead and snowy landscapes all about. Nor could she hear anything; not the flapping of wings, the roar of a beast... nothing. Nothing but the dull thrum of her engines.

''...I must've just been seeing- AH?!''

Abruptly clawed hands grabbed onto her shoulders from behind, eliciting a startled scream from the bespectacled woman. She flailed her arms in a panic but the culprit soon showed themselves – a Gremlin, its grinning visage and bright, glowing red eyes piercing into her soul. In her brief moment of fright the monster grabbed her by her neck, arms around it even as she clutched at the thin limbs and tried desperately to pull them off; gasping as she dug her heels in to stop it from pulling her out of the cockpit.

Yet that wasn't the intent, she soon learned – eyes bulbing behind her glasses as two more Gremlins clambered into the cabin, pushing past the cables to get inside. Thinking fast Langley kicked with her right foot, striking one Gremlin and taking it off-guard so much she managed to kick it out of the plane entirely – but the other was faster, lunging in and grabbing her skirt before ripping through it with its claws.

''N-Nn-!'' She gasped out, trying to knee it but failing, unable to get the right angle.

The dull thrum of her engines sounded almost as loud as her heartbeat as she struggled against the two monsters, her fists striking the one behind her to no avail – strength was never her forte let alone hand-to-hand, and she was sorely regretting that fact right now as the Gremlin ripped into her pantyhose, her pupils shrinking in fear as it tore into and then through her panties, its intent all too clear in that moment.

''You can't-!'' Langley gasped out, fighting to close her legs but in the cramped cockpit she had little space to move, making it easy for the monster to get between her legs, its cock-head pressing against her puffy, virgin lips-

-and Langley let out a choked cry as it penetrated her. While it might not be huge she was a petite woman and it felt like it tore her apart as it violated her, a spasm rippling up her spine as the Gremlin gladly buried itself in her cunt. It drew back just as fast as it penetrated her, howling in glee as it began to fuck her, its cock slamming into her defiled pussy even as she put her hands on its chest and tried, in vain, to push it away from her.

A task made much harder when the Gremlin behind her stopped choking her out and instead grabbed her biceps, restraining her. Another Gremlin showed up at that exact moment and cackled at her, crawling through the wires of her biplane's wings before lunging – and she flinched as it landed on her shoulders, its cock in her face. She kept her mouth closed, knowing what the monster wanted, but a particular hard thrust between her legs made her cry out.

The monster took advantage, and the next thing Langley knew she was choking on Gremlin dick. She gagged as it forced itself into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat easily and making her eyes reflexively water, yet she couldn't stop it – even biting down did little more than make the creature croon as if mocking her. Though she noted how it grabbed her head with nails primed not a second later, her scalp stabbed with pain as the beast held onto her head tightly – right before it begun face-fucking her.

''Guhk- mghk- ughk-!''

Her throat hurt. The bulbous tip that slammed against it or worse went down it was horrid, making it hard to breathe and the taste of its musty dick wretched – but the disgust and discomfort she felt was all secondary to the stabbing pain between her legs as she was raped by the Gremlin. If anything her pained noises just encouraged the creature; delighted howls escaping it as it pressed itself to her chest and humped her, its thrusts short but fast as it pounded her tight, formerly-virgin pussy without relent.

Feebly she shoved her hands down and tried to push the Gremlin's crotch away from hers, to at least prevent it from penetrating too deeply, but the one behind her was quick to yank her biceps back – cackling into her ear as it restrained her. It wasn't even raping her, it was just holding her down so its peers could violate her, using her mouth and pussy without a care. Her petiteness worked against her in that regard, their average-sized dicks feeling so much bigger as they hit the back of her throat or stretched out her narrow pussy, the fullness making it impossible to think.

Her clothes, alas, were not spared either – the two Gremlins greedily clawing at her attire until she was practically nude in the cockpit, the cold mountainous air brushing over her nipples and making them erect, in turn enticing the Gremlin fucking her to play with them. Alas any pleasure she could've derived from such an act was made nil by the sharpness of its nails, making each little scratch uncomfortable at best, her muted cries doing little to dissuade it.

'Joffre, where are you?!' Langley cried out in her mind.

But of course Joffre wouldn't know. She was somewhere else patrolling the mountain area and with radios down plus limited visibility, Joffre would doubtfully even know she was being gang-raped in her own plane. And even if she knew, what could she do?

It was that thought, granted as she felt the Gremlin's cock slam deep into her aching pussy, that Langley got an idea – converging all her planes onto the one she was flying. It took seconds but she felt them curve in, their angle of attacks lining up even as her womanhood was tenderised by the Gremlin's dick, feeling it throb and pulse with impregnating intent, her heart leaping into her chest-

And then the monster came. A torrent of heat gushed into her just as the other Gremlin suddenly came down her throat, the double orgasm making Langley splutter and choke – just as her planes opened fire.

The harsh rattle of machine gun fire deafened her, as did the pings and pangs of ricochets. The Gremlin balls-deep in her pussy flinched and slumped against her stomach whilst the one on her head yelped, pulling its dick out of her right before it was shredded and tumbled out of the aircraft, whilst the one holding her down flew off before it could take more than a grazing hit – finally freeing her.

For a moment.

Because not a second later the engine of her aircraft spluttered and caught fire, the wings of her biplane flapped with the holes in them, and the airframe itself seemed to give one almighty creak.

And then the entire right wing of her aircraft broke off and she fell into a corkscrew. With her seatbelt long having been torn off she nearly flew out of the aircraft and had to grab onto the wires to keep herself inside, disorientation spinning her vision around and around as the world spun with it, the snowy ground far below fast approaching-!

Before she hit it, and saw black.

…

''Ugh... nn...''

Langley groaned as she stirred out of her unconscious state; her mind heavy and her vision blurred. The mass of white all around her certainly didn't help with her disorientation and she passed out again for a split-second, her mind drifting between awake and not for what felt like a eternity.

A cold wind gave her some measure of clarity, the heaviness lifting just enough that she could maintain consciousness for a few seconds at least. She tilted her head, the act uncomfortable as she looked about, the snow around her broken up by the shattered remnants of her biplane. The main bulk of the hull laid just a few feet away from her, still on fire with the tail sticking up, like a towering monument to her location.

She shifted then; wincing as pain in her neck flared, but it didn't feel like anything was broken, just badly bruised. Then again she wasn't a doctor...

Just then, however, she heard a noise. Almost like wings flapping but far too quiet.

And when she tilted her head back and looked behind herself, she found four Gremlins landing upon the destroyed wing of her aircraft; grinning maliciously at her.

''No... no, you just... not again...!''

With a cackle the Gremlins lunged – and Langley, unable to stand much less run, was helpless to stop them.

Her petite form kept warm by the gangrape to follow.

X-x-X

'I wonder how Langley is doing...'

The thought rolled around Joffre's mind as she commanded two of her planes to drop their bombs, eliminating a pack of wolf-like creatures far below – one of them escaping heavily wounded but the rest unmoving red paste. Without a change in expression she commanded the planes back up into formation and did a quick headcount, noting that she had dropped all her bombs by this point and, as such, would have to return to sea to rearm her squadron.

Humming at that she banked her plane right, idly looking about for Langley but not seeing her – unsurprising though, she had probably dropped her own bombs and returned anyway. She'd know when she got there at least; the thought soothing her minor worries as she set her squadron on a flight path for the ocean. It was a bit tricky in this weather, especially with the snow falling, but she bit her tongue and kept her complaints to the privacy of her mind.

Compared to those on the ground, she had a much easier job.

She had it better than Langley too. While Langley was stuck in a biplane that did little to shield her from the cold, Joffre got to use her Dewoitine D.520 – the enclosed cockpit of the fighter offering protection from the cold, even if it still managed to creep in despite that. Nonetheless she was careful to count her blessings and not complain, instead devoting her attention to the task at hand.

Thus she sat in silence. The thrum of her engines and the howl of the wind were the only noises to really break it, her eyes drifting across the horizon-

When out of the blue her aircraft lurched to a stop. The suddenness of it made her nearly bang her head on the controls until she steadied herself, alarmed as she instinctively put the engine into high gear – but even though the engine roared and strained, her momentum had ceased. It was like she had been caught in a giant spiderweb and was unable to move, even though physics said she should be falling right now.

It was only when she saw gold glint across her cockpit windows that she thought to look behind herself and found the culprit – a long gold tentacle, so faint it looked as if it was made from light itself, the gold tinge standing out against the snowy backdrop behind it like a ray of sunshine. The same tendrils held all of her other planes by their tails, and when she traced them she found them all leading up into the sky, the cloud layer hiding whatever creature laid up there.

Then all of a sudden the tentacles retracted, pulling her up with it. Her engine roared but her plane was unable to break free from the tentacles and within seconds the cloud layer engulfed her, reducing visibility to zero as she was pulled higher and higher up.

Until soon the clouds broke apart, and she saw the thing that had captured her and her planes.

An Angel.

A biblically-accurate one to be precise. A floating sphere within a hollow sphere, the rings rotating around one another with countless eyes lining the rim and with broad white-feathered wings hanging from the rings, it struck a holy, yet rather disorienting image, doubly so due to the glowing spherical core within the centre that hosted both a large eye, and was the source of the tentacles that emerged from the back of it – pulling her in closer.

'To use the image of the Holy Iris in such a way...!' Joffre glared as she ripped open the canopy.

Yet she couldn't fight it off as it stood. Grimacing Joffre clambered out onto her hull – and then leapt off.

Or so she tried. She fell for no more than a second, maybe two, before her momentum abruptly slowed then stopped altogether. She flailed her limbs reflexively but progress was absent, and as if gravity had been inverted she found herself slowly being pulled back towards the Angel. It gazed at her with its innumerable eyes and even as Joffre kicked and struggled she didn't make even the slightest of progress as she was slowly lifted towards the monstrous mockery of her faith.

Her planes soon bent and warped, the gravity pulling them in twisting them until they broke into bits, then crushed into dust. Only then were they allowed to fall naturally, leaving the angelic woman completely defenceless and without a way to call for aid. This high up in the clouds too, she doubted anyone would come across her by accident anyway. Yet she continued to struggle and resist, refusing to submit.

Not that it mattered much to the Angel, it seemed. Without a change in expression – what little the creature showed anyway – the tendrils of gold slithered through the air towards her, coming close only to stop just a few feet away, as if waiting. The reason why became apparent as she felt a tingle spread across her skin, like a distant shockwave, before she heard the sound of cloth ripping. The cloth she wore, she realised; face reddening as seams split open and garments ripped of their own accord, not unlike a hull under intense pressure. Only instead of a hull it was her own outfit, the material ripping itself apart more and more, the cups of her dress soon falling to pieces and leaving her tits exposed to the cold wintery air.

The rest of her outfit soon followed, skin shown against her will, until it eventually crumbled to pieces – the scattered pieces literally falling off of her frame as they lacked anything to keep them together. All that remained was her snow-white panties but within seconds they too ripped themselves apart, the lacy trim unweaving itself and the waistband loosening as it lost its tension – until it simply fell off of her limp, hanging legs, disintegrating before it even reached the clouds.

Leaving Joffre completely, utterly nude in front of the faux-angelic being.

The carrier's cheeks burned a bright red, humiliated as the monster's many eyes flitted all over her form, its gaze a near physical thigh. Her stomach, her waist, her bust, her hips, her sex. Nothing was spared from its gaze and its intent became frightening clear as the golden tendrils slithered in, her struggles restarting but lasting only a moment before the tendrils coiled themselves around her limbs and kept them steady.

Incidentally leaving her legs apart and allowing one tendril of light to curve down, its pointed tip slithering along her virgin pussy, pressing itself against her sacred place. Joffre screwed her eyes shut but it didn't penetrate her outright, seeming almost to tease her, to tempt her into sin as it caressed her most delicate place, the tendril warm and almost having a physical presence as it rubbed her off.

When it pulled back, touched her opening – and Joffre flinched as it entered her. The suddenness of it did little to abate the harsh sting as it tore through her hymen and stole her first time so very cruelly, her expression twisting as the tentacle of light forced itself deep inside of her within a matter of thrust, the smooth pointed tip soon prodding at her womb insistently. Like it was demanding to also be allowed into her birth canal, as if any less would be an incomplete violation.

''B... Bastard...'' Joffre spat out, disgusted with the sensation.

The Angel didn't deign to reply to her. It did, however, continue to move its tentacle into her – soon forcing a groan out of Joffre as she felt her insides be churned up. Though seemingly made of light it had enough of a physical presence for it to be felt, and felt it she did; twitching and flinching as the tentacle pumped itself into her innermost parts, seeming even to explore the depths of her vagina as it violated her, like a probe more than a mating tool.

One that was soon joined by another, tension filling her shoulders – and Joffre cried out as a second tentacle entered her. It stretched her out only a little but the feeling of having two tendrils within her at once was so novel and so sinful it made her heart pound in her chest, fully aware of the tentacles that shifted behind her. She twisted and tried to get a look but they evaded her sight, one poking her thigh just to distract her gaze and letting another get in close, her ass tickled.

''AH-!''

And then her ass was claimed too. Though slightly less painful it was no less intense; her expression twisting into a grimace as the tentacle eagerly began to pump into her asshole, the sensation made more apparent as the two tentacles explored her pussy – their thrusts out of sync with one another and soon forcing a little moan out of the holy woman, her throat closing up not a second later as shame reverberated through her bones.

Shame did little to quell the monster though as two more tentacles came in close; coiling themselves around her breasts and kneading them almost-gently, yet any pleasure she felt only added to her vehement disgust and shame. The tingling bolts of pleasure that echoed through her loins were clamped down on viciously, just as much as her insides clamped around the tendrils, her expression once more becoming pinched as she felt them thrust up and kiss her womb with their insistent thrusts.

''Nn! Nn!'' She clenched her fists and closed her eyes, enduring. For that was all she could do in the face of such sin.

Yet she couldn't ignore the tentacle in her ass as it worked its way through her guts, curving and winding and felt the whole way through – until it reached her stomach. Her stomach was warmed with its presence and she felt almost dizzy as it worked its way up further – and she felt the urge to gag as it suddenly lurched up into her throat. Breathing became harder as it worked its way further up, a problem as the two in her pussy began to violate her faster, their lengths plunging between her moistening petals and into her deepest parts.

'No, I cannot feel pleasure from this, I cannot... allow this thing, to... corrupt the will of the... Iris...!'

Despite her desperate denials the pleasure was real. The tentacles kissing her womb were real. The tentacle climbing her throat was real – and as if to prove that last one a gag made her mouth open, and the tendril of light slithered out. It stretched up above her before curving back down, the tip pointed right at her face before it began to thrust once more – see-sawing through her entire body and making her gag on its impossibly long length, feeling her whole body be pulled up slightly by the motion before it was pulled back down, practically impaled on the tentacle.

The tendrils spreading her legs tightened around her ankles then, the slight tension preluding the two in her pussy speeding up, their plunging thrusts against her womb making her thrash as much as she was able – and then cry out as they penetrated her womb. Her cervix was stretched to accommodate the two tentacles as their pointed tips invaded her womb, scraping up against the walls of her baby chamber as they ruined her body with their evil intentions, making her mind go white-!

When all of a sudden the two tentacles came, and she did too. A torrential surge of warmth poured into her womb like thick sludge, the sensation so sudden yet so disgustingly pleasant it made her shudder in violent disgust – doubly so when the tentacle protruding from her mouth came on her face too, the tip opening up and allowing a deluge of golden-white fluid to splatter down on her face. Some even got in her mouth, the tentacle's length preventing her from closing it completely and forcing her to swallow some of the holy cum, her whole body quivering as her forced orgasm shook her body.

The torrent soon slowed and she shook her head, managing to get only a smidgen of the cum off, but the tentacle didn't release anymore at least. ''Disgusting... hnf...''

No reply came and the tentacles withdrew from her womb, a potent shudder recoiling through her as they left her sacred chamber, though they didn't pull all the way out. Yet at the same time they didn't go back to raping her, to despoiling her holy body for their evil purposes, leaving her somewhat wary, and confused.

Just then a pang echoed through her. Her womb ached and she pursed lips around the tentacle's length, enduring the uncomfortable sensation... but it didn't go away. Instead over the course of a minute the sensation got more and more intense, the ache becoming a pain and making her ragged breathing hasten, panic setting in as she wondered what the creature was doing to her. The pain grew and she started to struggle in denial; gasping in alarm as it felt like her womb was being stretched, as if being filled with something despite the tentacles having retreated.

Had her arms been free she would've clutched at her groin, a cry escaping Joffre as it grew, a slight bulge growing in her as if pregnant – and her breathing hitched as she connected the dots. It had impregnated her. And whatever it had laid was now growing over the course of minutes at best.

''You can't... this- urgk-!''

It couldn't be stopped. Her eyes watered as her womb was stretched to accommodate the unwanted child it forced her to bear, the hyper-quick pregnancy nothing less than agonising as her body was forced to adapt, her breathing rapid and nearly hyperventilating from the fright coursing through her veins – when the pain dimmed the slightest bit. Just a little bit, but enough that she noticed.

When the child began to leave her womb. She felt it trying to escape and her cervix dilated, her eyes screwing shut as she tried to push it out. A task made much harder when she realised it was spherical in shape and as large as a tomato, only as hard as marble – and she couldn't hope to hold back her scream as she pushed, her whole body trembling as she was forced into labour by the infernal Angel still restraining her.

The two tentacles then slithered in, their tips touching the orb-like child and, much to her relief, helped coax it out. The moment it was past her cervix she released a breath so sharp she felt like a paper bag voided of air, her body so terribly weak, but she retained enough strength to look down and watch as the two tentacles carried away a steel ball. One that had indents along the rim of it in the same shape as the Angel holding her. With time, she guessed, it would grow into the same thing she saw now.

Yet the pang of discomfort returned, and as that discomfort grew into pain, and her womb began to be stretched, Joffre realised with horror that there was more yet to come – the fluid, the energy laid into her womb turning itself into more Angels.

And in turn, turning her into a broodmare for the Angel, allowing it to produce many more of its kind.

'Holy Iris... please, save me...'

None answered her desperate, feeble call – and Joffre screamed as the second child began to make its way out of her.

Many more soon to follow.

[END]

Chapter Text

The snowy mountain zone of Island 13 was unlike anything Ryuujou had encountered up to that point.

Even in her homeland of the Sakura Empire, where snowy mountaintops were plentiful, the cold there couldn't compare to the cold that now blew through her bones and left her teeth chattering; hugging herself to endure the strong winds. All around her she could see the others in the northern fleet feel the same, their shoulders hunched and expressions tight – quite frankly the only ones that seemed unbothered by the cold were the Northern Parliament women assigned to the mission.

It didn't help that many of them hadn't dressed for the cold, either. With how resistant Ship-Girls were to normal cold few thought to bring extra layers, and those that did found themselves shedding it anyway as it got in the way of their mobility – and against melee attackers, mobility was more important than not being cold. It might not be frigid enough to kill them outright, but it was still more than enough to make them miserable.

'Why couldn't I have been assigned to the ocean fleet?' Ryuujou whined in her mind.

Alas Naval HQ decided some carriers had to be on the ground to support the ground invasion from close up, mainly for a quicker reaction time than the ocean fleet could provide – that, and to counter any possible Siren interference. She couldn't fault the foresight, considering how often in the past their fleets had been separated by localised Mirror Seas or barriers, but it was still annoying.

Pouting to herself Ryuujou wrapped her arms around herself as she walked, the waist-high snow parting ahead of her thanks to some of the Northern Parliament girls who were clearing the path. Considering their experience with wintery weather nobody argued, least of all Ryuujou herself as she discreetly shuffled up next to one of her escorts, Soobrazitelny, to use her as a shield from the wind.

Something the Destroyer herself noticed. ''Heh. Relax, you get used to it the longer you're exposed.''

''B-Be that as it may, I'd r-rather not be exposed at all...'' Ryuujou answered, teeth chattering more than once. ''Hnf, it feels like my muscles are tensing up with each gale sent our way.''

Soobrazitelny just chuckled. ''Yep, winter does that to ya.''

Ryuujou was about to counter that she had experienced winter before thank you very much, but was distracted as she heard a distant pop. Most didn't notice it but those with keen ears did, heads turning and eyes rising to the distant, flaming plane that plummeted down from the sky. With her keener eyes Ryuujou could make out the missing wing and flaming engine; damage more consistent with air-to-air combat than an accident.

The corkscrewing plane fell out of sight over a ridge-line, and a second or two later a distant explosion echoed out, the sound loud enough for most to hear it.

''Who's plane was that?'' Someone asked.

''Not mine.''

''Nor mine.''

''It was a biplane so I doubt it was one of ours – maybe one of the ocean fleet's?''

''No, couldn't be, right? What took it down?''

''Wasn't Langley and Joffre assigned to this area? Joffre doesn't use biplanes, so that must mean that was Langley, right?''

Ryuujou listened to all the conversation, the murmur carrying through the air and only partially muffled by a sudden wind. It was that wind though that snapped her out of her daze, clarity coming to her and with it a determination. One that made her turn her gaze onto their assigned flagship, Musashi, about to speak – when the Battleship did so first.

''You may go. Take some escorts with you, however.'' Musashi looked around the fleet amassed near her, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. ''Painlevé, Suffren, Kursk, Kiev, Tashkent, Ognevoy, Svirepy. You will accompany Ryuujou and aid in rescuing Langley, should she have crashed. If it is simply one of her unmanned planes then return to the main fleet as soon as possible. Understood?''

A chorus of agreements came and one by one the assigned ships left their designated positions in the fleet, all congregating to the right side of it. Ryuujou stayed near the rear and, mercifully, nobody needed much instruction on her part – everyone doing a quick check before they started a fast march towards their crashed ally. With the Destroyers spread out around the rim, Kurst near the rear with her along with Painlevé and Suffren, they formed a more traditional carrier group formation.

Albeit one made more awkward by the landscape. Though covered in snow the terrain underneath the ivory blanket was rocky and uneven, making Suffren trip more than once. Ryuujou herself was spared from that by following in the cruiser's path, enabling her to focus instead on launching a couple fighters into the air; using them to scout ahead for where she last saw Langley go down. In this weather planes wouldn't be great, especially with the down-winds coming off of the mountain, but she made do and launched them anyway.

It took a minute for them to gain sufficient altitude to swoop around and fly ahead of them. Through their cockpits she saw the world whizz by; a land of everlasting white broken only when it made contact with the other portions of the island. However her attention remained primarily on the snowy expanse far below, tilting her planes about so she could get a better look at the landscape.

Though the falling snow made it harder, it wasn't impossible – least of all when the burning wreckage of an airframe stood out so clearly against the white backdrop.

''I have located the wreckage.'' Ryuujou called out to her companions; face scrunching as she viewed her surroundings and that of her plane's at the same time. A common trick for carriers, she knew, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable. ''Change course three degrees to our right!''

Affirmations came from those around her and their march built to a jog, the Destroyers doing an admirable job of clearing the path for them, using their riggings when they could in order to spearhead through the white wastes. Ryuujou kept an eye through her planes, circling the crash site, and soon enough spotted a writhing figure not far from the crash. Langley, she identified after a gust of wind cleared the snowfall enough for her to get a single good look.

It was also that clearing wind that let her see the multiple Gremlins currently on top of her. Raping her.

Even though she and the others had been informed by Musashi that the monsters did this, that they didn't simply kill their prey but defile them, seeing it – even if from a distance – really solidified it in Ryuujou's mind. The desperate flails of Langley, the numerous hands that held her down, the cocks that speared into any available hole; it was a messy, gut-churning gangbang, and had she been able she didn't doubt she would hear the Union woman gagging on the two cocks fucking her mouth.

Thinking fast Ryuujou brought her fighters into a dive, the roar of their engines drawing some attention from the small creatures. Before any could flee, however, she pulled the mental trigger – a roaring spittle of gunfire spraying down across the snow, punching holes both in the great white blanket and the Aegean-blue flesh of the Gremlins, those not hit flying away with yelps of fear.

It was enough to free Langley from their binds, though the woman herself didn't seem very able-bodied herself, left laying on the snow and just panting. Ryuujou wished her good luck and banked her aircraft back into the sky; keeping them in a patrol overhead as she focused on reality around herself.

''How is she? Can you see her?'' A voice came from her right – Soobrazitelny, the Northern Parliament Destroyer escorting her.

Ryuujou's grimace told well of her feelings, but she answered all the same. ''She is alive but... her condition, I'm not so sure about...''

Her vague reply earned a frown from the blonde but she didn't say anything further, perhaps too uneasy to ask. Ryuujou was privately glad for that.

The trip to the crash site was done in silence. The strong howl of the wind blew through them and left her ears sore and with an unpleasant headache, but she endured it without question, simply keeping track of their location as she directed them towards Langley's downed plane. Even though it wasn't that far the snow impeded them greatly, taking extra time to scale the mountainous ridge-lines and shallow valleys, the threat of dropping into an unseen pit a shared fear.

Mercifully no such ravine manifested itself, and soon enough they hauled themselves over one final ridge, finding the wreckage at last. It looked even worse close-up; the mangled mass of metal burnt black in many places, though the fire that did it had long since burned out, leaving just cooling ashes to be blown off of its inert form. The deceased forms of several Gremlins were scattered about in the snow, some more buried than others, but the main focus of the group laid on Langley herself.

She looked bad. Her clothes had been shredded down to little more than her socks and an pantyhose, exposing her nearly-naked body to the frigid cold – the effects of which could be seen by her paling skin, to say nothing of the numerous scratches dribbling crimson over her breasts or down her sides. The shock of it all had clearly taken its toll too, and while she wasn't exactly catatonic, Langley had little energy to do much more than sit up and look at them, her absent glasses making her appear so much more vulnerable than normally.

''We are here to rescue you, Miss Langley.'' Kursk was the one that spoke – her voice low and grim. ''Please, let us make haste.''

The Heavy Cruiser shed her thick jacket and handed it over to Painlevé; the Iris Libre carrier in turn ferrying it to Langley, using it to wrap around her naked form. The smaller woman mutedly nodded her thanks and, despite the clear embarrassment such an act would normally bring, said nothing as Painlevé picked her up in a bridal carry. If only because Langley didn't look capable of walking under her own power at the moment.

However while the scene unfolded, their enemy was not idle. A fact Ryuujou acutely learned as she sensed motion through her planes – right before her two aircraft were suddenly attacked by numerous projectiles, each as sharp as a cannon round albeit without the explosive effect. Nonetheless two of them punched into her first aircraft's engine and her other took several in the tail, causing them both to plummet from the sky; one with a burning engine and the other with a missing tail.

''E-Enemies incoming!'' Ryuujou shouted, eyes up.

For a moment she was blinded by the gleaming sun peeking through the thick clouds, like a momentary glimpse of day beyond the eternal gloom of the mountains.

Then she saw them. Numerous they descended like shards of rock, tips and ends pointy, only for their sides to unfold out in great wings, their feet extending out and revealing their glinting, taloned toes more like a bird's than a human's. Sky-blue feathers fluttered in the wind as they slowed their descents, their wings also their arms as they curled and uncurled their hands, the motion unsettlingly human. As was their faces; pretty and youthful, feminine and charming, yet with light blue hair and onyx irises, only a drop of crimson seen amidst the darkness of their eyes. Blue feathers covered their busts and waists to cover themselves, accentuating their true nature.

Harpies.

No sooner had she recognised them did they swoop down, caws abound as they cocked their wings back – and then flapped them forth. Uncountable blue feathers shot forth with startling speed and embedded themselves into anything they struck, including Ryuujou's rigging as she hurriedly used it as a shield – the impacts more akin to shellfire on her hull than mere feathers. Her small stature worked in her favour for once, the majority of projectiles sent her way missing and ending up in the snow, but others were not so lucky – a pained yelp from Suffren telling she'd been hit by at least one feather.

''Tch! Return fire!'' Kursk bellowed, her cannons raising.

Snow was immediately displaced as all cannons fired, the blast wave blowing up a veil – one the Harpies used to their advantage, diving at them with talons primed. However the foolish three that went to meet Kursk head-on found themselves alarmed by her fearlessness, a single step closing the distance. Not a second later she had one Harpy by the neck and slammed it into the ground underfoot – her other arm jerking up and tanking the claw that went for her face.

A rough twist, and she snapped the neck of the Harpy underfoot – right before she lunged up and punched the other so hard she made it collapse, its neck broken. The third tried to take advantage and managed to score a gash across her side, the drawn blood enthusing it. At least it did until Kursk grabbed its arm, preventing it from pulling away and allowing her cannon barrels to lock in on it.

Even from afar, Ryuujou could see the sudden realisation on the Harpy's visage.

Right before Kursk blew it to fine red mist, tanking the blast of her own guns without flinching.

'S-Scary...!' Ryuujou quivered.

Alas her distraction, her awe at her comrade's strength and prowess, cost her – a pair of clawed talons suddenly latching onto her sides. Ryuujou cried out but before she could do anything she felt her feet leave the ground and momentum jerked her down, her eyes wide as she was carried away. Her first instinct was to flail and she did just that but it hardly dislodged the talons digging into her waist, if anything it just made them sink in deeper.

''H-Help~!'' Ryuujou wailed.

Some looked up at her, pointing, but they didn't do anything. Couldn't, perhaps. Whether because they'd hit her in the process or because they were a little busy with the several dozen Harpies swarming around them she didn't know, but it certainly didn't help her situation. Doubly so as the Harpy carrying her ascended higher and higher, the drop becoming nauseously high, and within seconds she was lifted high enough that she was certain such a fall would kill her outright.

Left dangling hundreds of metres above the snowy land below Ryuujou halted her struggles, if only because doing so would cause it to drop her to her death. The winds felt even nippier up here as the Harpy swooped around the side of the volcano; a steep, sharp cliff-face hosting numerous juts of rock that in turn held what she realised were nests. Several of which had Harpies already in them.

And one of of which she was carried onto.

Alas the dragon-carrier didn't get a moment of rest before the Harpy was upon her, using its taloned feet to rake through the back of her rigging, separating it from her form in a single precise slice. With the weight gone she felt more nimble at least and rushed over to the edge of the cliff, hoping to drop to a lower ledge – only to halt at the very edge lest she plummet, a dizzying drop into the forest below waiting for her. No good.

'Crap, crap...!'

Clawed hands grabbed her biceps from behind – and then Ryuujou squealed as she was yanked backwards, sending her tumbling into the middle of the nest. The Harpy landed before her not a moment later, one clawed finger pressing down on her sex through her underwear, the audacious touch making her squeak. Yet rather than rip her underwear off the Harpy instead rubbed her off through her underwear, the sharpness of its talon blunted by her underwear somewhat. Sharp enough to be feel dangerous, but blunt enough to stimulate.

Ryuujou didn't resist. Frozen by the sudden touch all she could do was shake her head stiffly, a ragged breath escaping her as the Harpy's nail traced along her slit, teasing jolts up her spine and making breathing a task in and of itself. Some semblance of confidence came to her a second later and she tried to shuffle backwards but the Harpy wrapped its wing around her, smiling brightly, almost innocently at her, even as it ran a sharp talon along her slit.

A slit exposed as her panties were pulled to one side. Ryuujou knew what was coming but lacked the strength to resist, realising how truly trapped she was – resistance was futile.

The feathers around the Harpy's chest and waist fell away as if shed, a violent twitch dislodging it and sending feathers falling around it, exposing its small breasts – and its erect cock. The sight made her tense, alarmed, but even that alarm wasn't enough to compel Ryuujou into resistance. Least of all as its tip pressed up against her exposed pussy.

''Nn- agh!''

The Harpy's cock was average in length, maybe a bit longer in length than a normal human's, but any such details were secondary in her mind compared to the feeling of being opened up by the shaft. She gasped, fingers curling into fists as she felt her insides be torn open by the monster's shaft, the foreign intrusion sending jolts up her spine and leaving her back arched, face twisting into a wince.

When the Harpy leaned in and kissed her. It shocked her, made her jerk back, but the Harpy held onto her sides and leaned forwards with her; leaving Ryuujou sat lotus-style on its lap as it kissed her. She whimpered into it but couldn't free herself, left steadily impaled onto its futa-cock as it merrily kissed her whether she wanted to or not.

''C-Cease and desis- hya!''

When it bucked its hips, thrusting itself into her depths. The fullness between her legs was foreign, her own fingers the only thing to ever grace her nether lips and thusly leaving her startled – as did the emptiness that followed when the Harpy pulled its hips back. She wasn't left empty for long before the Harpy cock came ramming back between her petals, her insides filled once more and a cry fleeing her lips, soon muted by the kiss that came a second later.

Her draconic tail flicked about, disturbing the bottom of the nest and uprooting twigs but the Harpy hardly seemed to care; too busy smooching her lips and raping her pussy. Worse still was that some small part of Ryuujou liked it. Shamefully so, but the smidgen of pain was morphing into pleasure, aided by the minimal foreplay the Harpy had forced on her.

'No, I cant, I must r-resist...!'

Yet she couldn't. Even as her mind tried to rationalise a rebellion her body refused to cooperate; muscles taut as she simply endured the violating thrusts, the deep penetrations. The few times she managed to squirm and struggle the Harpy just held onto her tighter, practically cuddling her close as it kissed her between thrusts, its cock stirring up her deflowered pussy and leaving her insides stinging and tingling in ways she wasn't entirely familiar with.

The Harpy though seemed to be at least trying to make her comfortable – the care it showed in direct contrast to its kidnapping and raping, the two opposing ideas leaving Ryuujou with terribly mixed feelings, her face twisting as another bout of pleasure ached at her insides. The Harpy was being gentler, she realised in some small corner of her mind, its violent thrusts becoming tender if quick; plunging itself into her body and filling her formerly-virgin pussy to the brim.

When she started moaning she wasn't sure. Feebly at first her moans grew in volume, the pain ebbing into a slight sting and then no more, leaving only fulfilling bliss as the Harpy plunged into her, its kisses intoxicating and its cheeriness seeming to blur away reality, as if she was falling into a pleasant dream. Yet there was no magic involved, no drugs or pheromones, just a subtle manipulation that led Ryuujou to reciprocating.

''Nn, ah, ah-!'' The dragon girl pursed her lips and tipped her head back. ''I-It feels a little... good...!''

The Harpy chirped back, and Ryuujou cried out as it got rougher again – yet now she was more able to handle it, her insides squeezing the foreign cock that plunged inside of her, hitting her deepest parts without relent and making her seize up, feeling the shaft throb and pulse within her, the pressure mounting in her too-!

And then she came. It was a sudden, violent orgasm, the air knocked out of her as she cried out breathlessly – her insides clamping down on the Harpy's cock right as it flooded her depths with its sticky heat in her depths. She tensed instinctively, squeezing out the dollops of warmth it spilled within her, the welcoming embrace of the Harpy leaving Ryuujou on cloud nine – twitching and spasming as her orgasm coursed through her, leaving her momentarily catatonic.

She had barely come out of it before the Harpy shifted – and a fresh cry escaped the dragon-girl as she was pinned down, and the Harpy went at her again.

Pounding her into pleasurable oblivion, high atop the mountainside.

X-x-X

Soobrazitelny liked to think herself competent at anti-air combat.

Sure she might not have the skills the Fletcher-class girls do, but she can hold her own and was nimbler than most expected. That said she never had to deal with dive-bombing Harpies, and perhaps a a consequence she'd only downed three herself before one got its claws into her, hauling her away from her allies. What little remained of her rigging from the numerous feathers that had struck it was unable to save her; the weight of it not even enough to slow the Harpy down.

Until soon it hauled her up to a ragged outcropping of rock, standing out what felt like a hundred plus metres above the forest below.

''Oof-!'' Soobrazitelny fell on her front as she tumbled, hands pressing into the twigs underneath as she pushed herself upright.

The Harpy landed behind her but she didn't turn – even as her instincts told her to, she couldn't because of the sight before her. One further along the cliff where another outcrop was present, hosting a nest and a Harpy – and more importantly, a human woman. Not a Ship-Girl, that much she could tell immediately. Yet what was most alarming was the sight of the woman cradling several smaller, newborn Harpies close to her chest, their chirping almost inaudible with how far away they were. And she looked happy.

Alas she had no chance to analyse further before the Harpy was upon her. It grabbed her from behind and Soobrazitelny yelped, resisting the backwards pull and managing to flip onto her front – but the Harpy didn't seem to mind that, its taloned hands grasping at her shorts and trying to pull them down. Her belt stopped it as did her floundering hands swatting – until the beast lost patience and squawked, simply ripping her shorts off with its talons.

''H-Hey! Quit it!'' She got a foot on its belly and pushed it back.

The Harpy looked annoyed by that, shaking violently and shedding the feather-like garments it had previously worn, revealing both its chest and its cock – a cock that swiftly became erect. Soobrazitelny flushed at the sight of it and when it tried to hop closer she kicked it back again, then again, her elbows getting under her as she propped herself up. That was the moment though the monster closed the gap, dodging her foot and pinning her down.

In a display of flexibility it brought its right leg in, its talons clawing through her bodysuit and what remained of her short-shorts, her white underwear also ending up torn from the act. Soobrazitelny struggled harder, panic rising within her as the Harpy's cock rubbed and thrust up her inner-thigh, trying to penetrate her – the task made harder as she squirmed about, unable to cover her loins with her arms pinned.

Its tip got lucky – and Soobrazitelny cried out as the Harpy claimed her. Though not her first time it went in mostly dry, the rough penetration like a stab between the legs; one that became much rougher as the overeager Harpy bucked its hips, raping her into the nest floor. Soobrazitelny tried to resist, pushing her knees against its stomach when she could, but the creature had the upper land and used that to its advantage; eagerly ploughing her and using its strong hip muscles to full effect.

''Hng! G-Get... off!''

The Harpy chirped back – and Soobrazitelny flinched as it kissed her. It was so easy to mistake it for a regular girl kissing her; soft lips perfectly proportioned, humanoid visage, but the taloned hands holding her wrists down and plunging cock dispelled such notions. Yet she couldn't break free, her strength waning by the moment as it had its way with her, dominating her and happily raping her into the ground, its cock-head pressing up against her cervix with impregnating intent.

Her legs ended up on either side of its waist, bouncing and heels bobbing as the beast fucked her – driving its swollen cock between her folds and into her deepest parts so very roughly, stretching her out almost with its size. It made her gasp and throw her head back, her only comparison being her one fling with a mechanic back at base. It'd been rough then too; clumsy, hurried and kinda awkward. Minimal foreplay, maximum thrusting until they both pulled their pants up and went their separate ways. A heated exchange that led to a mixed experience that in turn led to them distancing from one another.

But there was no distancing here. Even as the Harpy pinned her down and fucked her raw she could feel the ebb of pleasure, the distant ache as the pain receded and pleasure came back. Its cock filled her out more than the mechanic's did, grazing all the right spots to make her stomach suck in and her breath come out in a cry. Shame burned her cheeks but she couldn't deny the pleasure it forced her to feel, one made more acute as the Harpy kissed her again; smooching her outright and devouring her feeble cries.

'This isn't happening, this isn't- nn!'

Her insides quivered around the cock despoiling them, the ravenous thrusts and ensuing impacts making her mind fog up, pleasure forcing itself to the front of her mind. She stopped trying to push the Harpy off her and just submitted, eyes screwing shut as she let it have its way with her. It wasn't because she was actually feeling good. It wasn't because this monster was getting her off more than some guy back at base could. It wasn't because a literal demonic monster was a better lay than anyone in the past, man or woman.

'Oh shit, oh s-shit...!'

It hit a sweet spot. Accurately and ruthlessly, the tip of its cock grazing that special spot with unerring confidence and making spasms ripple through Soobrazitelny, her breaths coming out in shallow gasps. She shook her head, crying out as the pressure in her loins built, feeling the Harpy's futa-cock swell within her as it prepared to impregnate her.

And as the torrent of seed came, she could only wail as she came with it – throwing her head back and orgasming from a monster's cock.

It was hot. It felt great. It crushed what little thoughts of resistance she still had.

And when her high ended and she cooled down, she didn't resist as the Harpy flipped her over and lovingly cuddle-fucked her into the nest, her moans ringing out across the cliff side.

[END]