Monster 2.10

You watched with a certain measure of satisfaction as what was yours performed it’s duties to your directive. Your fingers tracing lightly across the armoured flesh of your most recent of converts as he performed duties that you’d impressed upon his every thought.

His body heaved, steamy puffs of breath forced out of his various spiracles with every act of exertion.

Before you the knelt form of your whimpering bitch laid, her canine altered face pushed against the ground even as her hindquarters lifted up above her head, shivering and shaking with each unbounded thrust. Bestial growls and the wet sound of slamming flesh dominated the sound-scape of your lair.

You couldn’t help but smile.

The Grue was breeding your Bitch, all part of your master plan. Well… not really thought you’d made it a part of the process if only for the fascination of seeing what it would look like as the smell of sex dominated and the now dog-like parahuman was being fucked silly by her former team mate, all for your amusement.

You’d changed her, big as any three people put together, she was slick, armoured and very canine in nature; her sleek body almost wolf-like in its proportions though you’d left her face able to express more human expressions. Her belly round and extended, filled for the last few days with fresh spawn, you’d even tweaked her body so that powering up her armour for  the creatures inside would only help with their maturation, the additional biomass quickly assimilated into her powerful frame to become a part of them.

She was all but ready to pop, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

Amusing thoughts floated about in your brain at the sensually stimulating sight… something about screwing the pooch. Well, someone was certainly fucking your bitch like you’d made her need it.

“How does this help prepare us for the next step?” The tall blonde man beside you asked, a look of concern crossing his delicately androgynous features. Naked he was a fine specimen, even if you’d made his cock far too small to be very useful, not that he wasn’t grateful for it all the same; worshipfully so in fact. Which was a bit frustrating to be honest, you really never did get a handle on how to twist that particular wish, but you did at least get a relatively normal yet utterly devoted minon. You weren’t going to complain too much. “I mean whatever we’re preparing for, it’ll go down tonight. We don’t exactly have a huge amount of time or all of our manpower on our side for this Mistress.”

You sighed, even as your hand rested against the thrusting hips of your monster-man, caressing his armour laced behind with a slight frown. This stress relief had been needed, your heart still pounding from the encounter with… that man. You didn’t want to think about him, didn’t want to think about the vice which he held you within... maybe think about what you’d do with him if you could hold him in your hands... make him your bitch.

You shook your head. Thinking about him wasn’t going to get you anywhere tonight. You had other fish to fry, like that Bakuda bitch, just having heard about how one of her bombs almost hurt your sister was enough to get your heckles up, and leave you clenching deep marks in your fist from your well-manicured (Vicky insisted) fingernails.

“Yeah… I guess the fun’s over for now then.” You pouted, even as you began to push the work forward, creating your Hellhound Pack to burst forth from their mother’s womb, ready to feast upon her flesh from the sloughed off armour so that you could directly force their bodies to build up quickly based on the body plans which the already had.

It still bothered you, just a bit. This role which you’d embraced, the monstrous things which you did, which you craved to do. It bothered you mostly, how little that it actually bothered you.

About how your worries had been… all correct.

Fire and blood. Your thoughts turned to fire and blood.

You could almost smell them already; this would be a night for fire and blood. But you would not be going unprepared. Your power reached into the suit which you inhabited, the techno-organic mockery which you’d created to hide the truth. You flexed the claws, ready to begin, as you watched the final result of what you’d spent the entire time before creating, a litter of Seven Jaegers now stood fully grown, each the size of a small horse standing beside their now slick mother, her own size you’d increased as well to that of a full grown stallion.

Upon her back Grue ‘rode’, a grotesque centaur, his legs fused into her flesh, his cock buried deep into an orifice which you’d made specifically for this occasion, connecting both of their nervous systems together into a single whole. They would join you in this hunt, commanding the Yaegers beneath a veil of darkness and confusion. You’d built them to respond to a set of commands which should serve for their disposable natures.

It would be a night on which your blood pounded and the hunt would begin.





[12:16] <@Xi|Wrk> roll 1d50 Operation Enemy size
[12:16] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk rolled 1d50: 4 = [4]
[12:17] <@Xi|Wrk> roll 1d4 Parahumans
[12:17] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk rolled 1d4: 3 = [3]
[12:18] <@Xi|Wrk> Choose Bakuda, Lung, Oni-lee
[12:18] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk selects: Bakuda

[12:26] <@Xi|Wrk> Choose Shadowstalker, Velocity, Dauntless, Miss Millitia, Armsmaster, Assault, Battery, Triumph
[12:26] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk selects: Dauntless
[12:26] <@Xi|Wrk> Choose Shadowstalker, Velocity, Dauntless, Miss Millitia, Armsmaster, Assault, Battery, Triumph
[12:26] <+qqbot> Xi|Wrk selects: Shadowstalker




“There about fifty people in all.” Taylor buzzed in your ear, light swarms of insects flitting about the corners of your vision. “Bakuda is out and about, no sign of Oni-Lee or Lung out here, Lung at least seem to be taking care of something else, but she might have Oni-Lee on reserve backup, he can likely cross most of the city pretty fast if things go down… most of the ABB around aren’t their usuals, more conscripts it seems and they aren’t really doing anything yet, but I caught a few bits of conversation before they bug bombed their spots. Bakuda seems to be looking to steal something, something she needed to be on site to get and wanted to do it quick and quiet.”

You nodded absently as you rode, Bitch and Grue sheltering your body between their large frames, each one out-sizing even the bulk of the armour of Apollo which you wore, leaping with wild abandon across the rooftops as you approached the scene what was apparently about to be a crime in progress.

“Seems strange that she’d expose herself like this, you certain this is for real?” You couldn’t help but question.

“Fairly, mistress. I’m thinking maybe she’s looking for something specific something that she couldn’t just tell her gang to go haul in cause it take’s tinker handling. Likely it’s something sensitive that she’s looking to collect then get out of dodge immediately afterwards.” Your bug bitch clarified, each jostling motion setting you on edge as your hunt drew closer to the target. “I won’t be able to assist you directly soon mistress, Bakuda’s men all have... They’re making a move.”

“How much farther out are we?” You asked, each bounding stride rattling your body as it was made.

“Three minutes from arrival. The ABB have started making scenes around the area, drawing away people from too close to where Bakuda’s headed. I can’t really keep closer track on them, only my dragon flies and the sensory bugs you modified for me can keep an eye on them from far enough that they don’t die from the Bug bombs. Some of them are setting fires around the area and some are setting bombs.”

“Whose territory is this anyway?” You asked, grip tightening upon Bitch’s armoured back, Grue gripping your stomach just a bit more closely to steady you.

“Merchant actually... honestly it shouldn’t have much here which anyone actually wants. But parts just outside of it on fire...” She trailed off meaningfully.

“Doesn’t matter whose place is, so long as it keeps people from actually figuring out that Bakuda had something there... fuck. This is probably bigger than it looks on the surface.” You grimace within the suit, only not biting your lip because of the occasional jarring bounce which you couldn’t quite predict.