Her pulse rifle screamed into the hallway as she pulled the trigger and kept it down. The display shoved its ammo rapidly being depleted - 506 - 434 - 403 - 382... Dark green blood painted the walls as the explosive rounds slammed into their targets. She stopped screaming shortly after the rifle, as she darted through and ran for the elevator upwards. To what?

Her squad had all been ripped apart by the creatures; they had had no chance against their numbers. She had been helpless; fighting them was like stopping the ocean waves with your foot - the water just passed around it without slowing down.

She flung herself into the empty elevator, and pushed the surface button wildly. The heavy Armasteel doors closed slowly, too slowly. Suddenly, long, hideous claws grabbed the doors, and pulled them apart, the powerful hydraulics too weak for the monster. The pulse rifle screamed again, taking it apart like a meat grinder. 346 - 301 - 284.... There were more of them. 245 - 213 - 178.... *Warning, ammunition low.* The calm, female voice of the gun's artificial intelligence brought her back from her terror- infused killing frenzy.

The creatures were all dead, they had all been dead for several seconds, she realized. She cursed for having wasted valuable ammunition, and pushed the surface button again. No response. She swallowed. The elevators' doors were jammed, punctured by stray rounds and pincushioned by claws harder than Armasteel. Warm hydraulic liquid was pouring down the doors, like the machinery itself was bleeding. At least the entrance to the surface was safe, she comforted herself. It did not help much on her fear though.

Suddenly, she became aware of the fact that she was covered by dark green blood, and she froze. The memory of some of her men getting terrible burns from the stuff hit her like a jackhammer, and she clenched her teeth as she waited for the searing pain. It never came. Surprised, she felt a weak, tingling sensation instead, like strong anticipation.

She raised the rifle to her head, wondering if she dared to end it before the creatures did. NO - better to take as many of them with her as possible. She ignored the unexpected butterflies in her stomach, and stalked out of the hallway, becoming hunter. Her first kill waited for her just outside, surely trying to ambush her with its blinding speed and barbed claws. She was faster - 143...

It came close, though, and its heavy body slammed into her even as it was turned inside out by her gun. The same had happened to her men, and they had all gotten serious internal bleedings from the heavy impact. As she wiped its slimy remains of her body, she licked her lips - she had never noticed how sweet their blood tasted. She felt her heartbeat speeding up; suddenly she had gotten another reason to hunt them.

In the battered laboratory she found more prey, it seemed that she had surprised them. How could that be? She had never seen the glazy black monsters before they descended upon her troops, and they moved like the shadow. Well, she thought, their loss. This time she was upon them before they had the time to turn. 123 - 104.... The last one threw itself at her, but she dodged - dodged! - And tore it open. 90 - 43... *Warning, ammunition critical* - *Please evacuate combat area*.

Calmly, she approached the remains, and tore off two of its long claws. They might come in handy. Then, without thinking, she got down on her knees beside it, and buried her teeth I its long, slender neck. Shocked by her behavior, she got back on her feet. Unconsciously, she chewed while reasoning out what was happening to her.

Before she realized what she actually was eating, she had swallowed it all. Even better than their blood, she thought, her mind distant. She was actually hungry, she realized, and they had eaten her squad, so why could she not eat them? She used one of the claws to cut off another piece, and chewed with renewed vigor.

When she was finished, her stomach rumbling full of raw alien meat, she got to her feet. Just at the right time, she smiled to herself, as a new pack of the sinuous beasts flowed into the laboratory. 34 - 12 - 2 - 0... She was getting more accurate, she thought as she flayed them with even shorter bursts than before. *Ammo depleted* - *Please reload*.

The sound of the rifle hitting the sterile wall resonated through the room. She had no more use for it. Suddenly, she had a large claw in each hand, ducked, rolled and disemboweled two while getting on her feet. She was like the wind, dancing between them as they hissed and threw themselves at her, being reaped like overripe crops.

She howled with childish delight as she somersaulted over the last one, locking it in a death grip with a barbed claw at its throat. She actually held a creature strong enough to puncture Armasteel! The though aroused her, and she felt pure pleasure as she slit the beautiful creatures throat, drinking from its open wound.

As she threw the dry corpse at the wall, she studied herself in one of the large mirrors on the wall. She had never felt this beautiful, so satisfied with herself. She lovingly stroked her blood soaked, glazy black hair - had she not been blond? - And stretched herself, admiring her full curves while licking dark green blood from her fingers. She could not remember her tongue being so flexible, or thin. It was good, though, it made licking blood easier.

She walked a little, and was struck breathless by the grace of her own movements. She was even more gracious than the three creatures that leaped into the lab from an air vent above. She did not pay them any heed; she was stronger than them, more deadly. She licked more dark green blood - her own - from a small rupture in her milky white skin.

Transfixed, she watched it slowly close up, like she was sewing herself together from the inside. She stretched again, and hissed to herself while she ran her hands lightly over her body, relishing in the arousal she felt as she did so. She noticed that her body plating no longer fit her; it was uncomfortably tight around her breasts. Strange, she thought, it used to fit so well.

She turned to face the brooding that jumped her, and felt only scorn seeing how clumsy it moved. She flowed under him, and caught his throat from behind. She pressed herself close to him, to let him know just how helpless he was. She felt her own throat rumble as she purred like a cat, and let her razor-sharp fangs sink into his soft skin, gasping as she felt the warm liquid pour into her body.

He thrashed a little while, and went limp. Uninterested, she flung his body to the other end of the lab, barely missing the two others that were carefully circling her. Losing interest in them once more, she turned to the mirror. She loved her fangs, they complemented her refined features and full lips in a way she had never though possible. She dimly remembered being just fair of beauty, but that had to be a dream. She was gorgeous, she knew, and she felt good.

The pair of broodings circled nearer, apparently trying to attack from both sides. She laughed at them for their stupidity, at the same time as she admired their lithe bodies. She felt so alive, adrenalin constantly rushing through her veins. She had to constrain herself from flinging herself upon them, from relishing in being utterly superior.

Instead she moaned and stretched, keeping her killer instinct in check. God she was aroused! She owned them; they had just not realized it yet. She flaunted herself for them, and they halted their descent, confused. They circled again, but this time they moved different, showing off and flaunting their claws, hissing at her and each other. She laughed, and licked her fingers, though they were clean of blood. She quite liked the one with the longest claws, his grace were clearly a class over his competitor.

Suddenly, they crashed together in a blur of claws and fangs, and she giggled as sprays of blood hit her body. She crept closer, wanting to see it all. The struggle did not last long. She let out a satisfied moan, as her favorite emerged victorious, offering her his slain opponent as a gift.

She accepted it and bent over to nibble at his still warm flesh. She gave another childish giggle as her mate stroked her, touched her and raked his claws though her hair. She was a virgin after all, and this was her first time someone so handsome had come so close to her. She let her be pushed down on her knees, and lifted her behind in the air as she drank deeply from the body.

She could not remember wanting anyone so badly, she hissed loud from ecstasy of being so alive, so filled with need. She was fully mature, so ripe she could scream, witch she did. She felt him spread her legs, heard his fangs rip open her armored pants, the feeling of cold air against her ass made her gasp from pleasure. A loud whimper escaped her lips as she felt his phallus stroke against her thigh, then her loins. She wriggled against him, urging him to continue, which he did.

She forgot all about the delicious blood as she felt him slowly entering her from behind, thrusting deep and slow. She stirred a little as she lost her virginity, but soon started to moan as he thrust again. He licked her back as he increased his pace, making her whimper and ache from the treatment.

A sensation deep in her spleen was rapidly building up, spreading through her body, tingling in her tummy and fogging her eyes. They were both on all fours now - as it should be - She delighted in feeling his strength. She hissed deeply as he thrust again, harder than before, as he tensed and swelled inside her. Her loud moans rapidly became high-pitched screams as he thrust one last time, injecting her with his life-giving semen. Her claws thrashed wildly against the body before her as she had her first orgasm, her pleasure surpassing every dream.

He was so much more than a human could ever hope to be! They collapsed, tangled into each other, as he filled her, she could feel her womb expand from the unusual pressure, and still he had more. She delighted in having chosen such a strong mate as she got injected one final time, before he slowly detached himself. He was done, and she was satisfied. Satisfied by her wildest dreams, she decided that she would let him live as his reward.

He lifted her up in his barbed arms, and carried her with him out of the laboratory. She sighed and breathed deeply, massaging her belly though her body plating as she clung to him with her other arm. She had to somehow get it off, she thought dimly, as they moved about in the darkness, his spikes stinging and arousing her. She closed her eyes in delight, relishing in the sense of his touch, the throbbing in her womb. Soon, she though, soon.

As they came to a halt, she opened her eyes, and licked his face in joy. He had brought her to an executive's bedroom! She let him lower her onto the bed, and snuggled a few pillows under her head. The weight of both of them nearly crushed the large sleeping place, and she felt her arousal build anew as she kissed him, touching her fangs to his. Even with her filled tummy, she wanted more. She had lived 29 of her years without him, she wanted to get even.

She stroked the hole in her pants, and ripped them open so her throbbing crotch showed through. He got the message, and she sprawled under his weight as he rolled onto her in one fluid motion. She loved to see him move, for he moved only for her, flaunted his claws, he was hers. He scraped his claws against her armor as his phallus slowly slid up her leg, and hissed in her ear as he entered her again.

She felt somehow right, more right than she had ever felt before. As her nipples became tender under her armor, and she knew she was with young as she felt a tightness in her belly, a tightness she had never felt before. She moved with him as he stirred around inside her, felt the tingling sensation build up in her spleen, spreading through her body. This time, however, she felt her belly respond with a flow of pleasure. She pressed herself at him as he tensed, roaring out her pleasure and joy of being with young yet filled even more.

Through her wild orgasm she felt so proud of him, having even more in store for her this time. She felt herself actually swell as he pumped her fuller and fuller, impregnating her with an impossible amount of young. She heard a loud, straining noise of metal being ripped apart as he pumped her bigger than her armor would allow. What a wondrous feeling, she though, just lying there and being impregnated more and more, pretending helplessness.

When he finished at last, she found herself on her stomach, she could feel that quite a bit of belly shoved through her poor, distended body plating. She felt him stroking her, massaging her stomach though the gaps in her armor. As he mounted her from behind, she was genuinely surprised. He could not possibly have anything left! She could do nothing but wildly push her behind against him as he penetrated her again, she had already become so sensible from her pregnancy that she constantly orgasmed as he went on. She tensed as he did - he could not, would not....

She gasped and closed her eyes of pure joy as she felt herself swell even more, heard her armor slowly being ripped open by her growing body. With a last, accusing sound the armor gave away, and she rolled onto her back, feeling the heaviness in her tight, distended belly. Her breasts were full, nipples erect of arousal. Felt him disengage, and saw him stalk out of the room, to go hunting. For her. She wriggled and giggled as she grew, feeling more fulfilled as her womb filled all her abdomen, and rounded out, like a piece of bakery in the oven.

He brought her food, and she ate, oblivious to what it had been. She let him feed her, as she felt every inch she expanded, arching and moaning as the food made her grow faster. First she looked like she was nine months pregnant with a human child, but she was not. Her breasts did not grow much, but they filled out like they were over pressurized handballs, her nipples hardening even more.

When her belly ripped open her leotard, she hissed from pleasure, and stroked her taunt skin. Urging herself to grow more, which she did. She watched her belly grow past beach ball size, relishing in every tearing sound from her remaining clothes as her womb settled between her legs, pushing them apart. The stretching pain in her incredibly taunt breasts aroused her as her bra bit into her back. She got him to turn her over and cut her bra straps, her belly was so full and tight that her feet barely touched the bed.

While she was on her stomach, she suddenly felt him playing with her calves, stroking her loins. She vainly tried to tell him she could take no more young, but he did not listen. Her breeding instinct finally overcame her, and she accepted him again, moving against him as far as her bulk allowed. He tensed inside her, and she felt his semen, felt new young being conceived, felt herself widen out as her belly lifted her off the bed, her breasts finally ripped through her leotard and made delicious stretching noises as they grew. Her own capacity for young utterly amazed her as he still pumped her bigger, making her fill the bed.

As the bed broke down under her weight, she laid upon her three swelling mounds of white flesh, and felt her first litter being nearly full grown inside her. Her pride and body both grew with the rhythm of hundreds of hearts, and she urged him to impregnate her even more. She wanted him to feel pride with her, wanted to swell and grow for him even more there she laid, wanted to be so filled with young like no queen before her. As he tensed inside her, she expanded even more and screamed from the joy of breeding.

She was the queen, and she was alive at last.

The End