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A siren blared on the console in front of him. He deftly flipped a switch, disengaging the hyper engine. His destination was not far now, his quarry within his grasp. As the ship decelerated, dropping out of the slipstream propelling him at superluminal speed, he gave his leather gloves a tug, ensuring they were stretched tightly over the black scales on either hand.

The stars that had been streaking past slowed, returning to their infinitesimal points of light in the blackness of space. Before him, a blue ball dotted with landmasses and cloud cover. The beacon he had placed on his prey's ship was down there somewhere. He leaned over, tapping the button on his console that would bring up his holographic map. The globe appeared floating between himself and the forward view port. Statistics such as population count, technology levels in different regions, and other things materialized beside the spinning world with points of light indicating various things.

One indicator stood out. A glowing red triangle pulsed in the northern hemisphere in the middle of the continent there opposite one of the planet's largest landmasses.

"There you are," he said to no one in particular.

The hologram began to blink red and another siren blared in his ears. He scowled and his eyes narrowed. Indicators began appearing, all blinking an angry red. There was a large concentration in the west-central region with evidence of a queen entity, his scanners said. A large colony in the desert there with several other units in the surrounding area. Most of them were not very far away from the nest, but there was one in particular several kilometers from his prey's ship.

He considered dropping a warning buoy that would both signal other passers by to avoid the planet and signal his people for backup, but this world's civilization was at a level of technology that the buoy would not remain for long. They would bring it down or shoot it out of the sky.

"The long choice, then." He tapped on his console and composed a message to send to command. It would take much longer without a powerful, continuous source like a signal buoy, but his people would still receive the message.

</Parasite colony on Sol III, Coord-356-921-187, queen entity detected. Containment Protocols Advised.>

He tapped the console again and started a landing sequence, confident the message was away. He would have to land near the parasite's ship. But not to close. His cloak might fool the planet's population, but he had no doubts that his quarry's ship had sensors specifically calibrated to detect him. It was how the creature had evaded him last time.

The ride through the atmosphere was a bumpy one, but his grav-plates and inertial dampeners kept him seated pretty comfortably for most of it. His three-chambered heart began pounding in his chest as the ship slowed and descended into a small clearing in the tall coniferous trees. As the ship's power began to cycle down, he stood up and turned, making his way back toward the hatch.

As it descended, the cool night air stuck him. His scales rattled along his body as his muscles and hide contracted in the cold. His large black wings tucked tightly against his spine and the tight black exo-suit he wore. As the hatch hit the ground, he reached out and grabbed a pulse disruptor seated in its harness to the side.

He drew the slide back, checking the power source. It glowed a bright purple and the indicator read full power. Good. He let the slide snap closed and tapped a small device on his wrist. A much smaller hologram appeared, this one a flat topographical map of the surrounding area rather than the entire planet. There, the parasite was a dozen kilometers away.

Half that distance, one of the locals was moving along a game trail, riding a quadrupedal version of a remarkably similar species to her own.

"Bait," he whispered as he stepped down onto the soft earth below his ship's hatch. He walked out from under his ship then stared up at the planet's single moon. He would have to get to the native female first. Then he'd wait.

His wings spread wide and he flapped them downward. Noiselessly, he leapt into the air, pulling himself higher and higher with his powerful appendages. Once he was high enough to clear most of the treetops, he locked his wings and glided silently like a whisper through the night sky.

He would have to find this female, watch her, wait for his prey to find her. Then the tricky part. He couldn't simply start blasting away at the parasite. It would be able to flee or worse, attack him in its heightened state of arousal. He would have to wait for the creature to expend its energy on the female. Once it was spent, it would move sluggishly and make for an easier target. He would deal with the parasite once and for all. Then he would worry about the colony's temporary containment until the homeworld could send a battlegroup to assist him.

It didn't take him long to locate the female in question. She was riding along, for several minutes, unaware of her silent shadow. The less people on this world knew about him the better, of course. She obliviously led her mount to a stream and dismounted there.

Satisfied she wasn't going anywhere, he stealthily dived toward the ground, opening his wings wide at the last moment to soften his landing. He crept through the brush, careful to make as little noise as he could. When he was within visual range, he stopped and shouldered his pulse disruptor.

Laying prone, he peered through the scope at the woman and her steed. She was carefully removing her clothing and laying them in a neatly folded pile on a stump near the stream. He guessed this was a normal routine for her. Perhaps they were lovers? His hypothesis was confirmed when the female, an equine the indicator on his scope told him, knelt beneath the steed and ran her hands along his smooth belly.

Definitely lovers, he mused as the larger equine's arousal dropped.

The young woman leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the length of the male's arousal from tip to balls and back. How she was going to fit the big male inside of herself was anybody's guess. He was nearly as long as the female's own arm was.

He didn't have to wait long for the answer to that question. The female stood up and walked to the stump her clothes were folded on. Her hands caressed her own ample breast for the duration of the short journey until she bent over the log. With her own clothes as a cushion, she spread her legs wide and slapped her rump.

The female gave a shrill whistle to get her lover's attention. The big male turned to consider her then strode confidently toward her. The female moaned and muttered something in her native language. "Fuck me, big boy," the universal translator relayed in his ear.

He watched as the big male reared up and settled his weight on the female's back. She gasped as her lover rocked his hips against her, but the real noise split the air when he found her. She gasped and gave a loud whiney as every inch of man meat disappeared into her waiting body.

The big male bucked against her, driving his hips against her own roughly. Every slap of the big native's hips against the small female's filled their silent watcher's ears. He wouldn't deny he was getting aroused watching this, but-...

A twig snapped dangerously close. To the right, just out of his peripheral vision, the growth shifted and moved. His quarry, the big black parasite was moving forward. A large, sharp claw pressed into the soft moss mere centimeters from his face. But the parasite was intent on the beings in the clearing.

Both equines were oblivious to the creature until it was too late. But already their watcher had detected the pheromones filling the air. His helmet had already begun to filter out the toxin, keeping the hunter safe from its alluring effects.

The big male gave a loud whiney and forced his length fully into the female. They nickered and whinnied together as their orgasms joined. But the parasite was already upon them.

The hunter watched the tentacles along the creature's back ascend into the air, swaying only for a moment before they descended.

As the large male equine dismounted his lover, he found himself backing up into a waiting tendril. The hunter watched the long black tentacle press up under the male's tail before disappearing inside. The big male whinnied again and his hips bucked. The parasite wasted no time fucking the long appendage into the male's belly.

"What?" the female asked, but the other tentacles were already upon her. The parasite lifted her up into the air and turned her over. Once the female was laid on her back atop the stump, two of the tentacles dipped between her legs. Her back arched and her belly bulged as both tentacles pressed into the two orifices there.

Two of the parasite's tentacles held her legs far apart. A fifth pressed into her muzzle, silencing her cries of pleasure at being violated by the big black monster. The final tentacle made sure the woman remained steady and stable atop the stump.

She gasped and writhed beneath the alien's ministrations. Her large lover nickered and bucked his hips wildly. Through the tentacle pushing into the big male, already the hunter could see the distinct swell of a dozen eggs making their way through the slender appendage.

As the first egg pressed against the big horse's stretched tailhole, the big male bucked, kicking his legs outward behind him. Unfortunately, he missed the tentacle fucking him. The male's orifice bulged as the first egg pressed into him, then the next, and the next.

By the time the procession was done, the horse's belly bulged outward beneath him and to either side obscenely. The alien withdrew his tentacle and stepped forward behind the still clearly aroused male. Without a moment's hesitation, the hunter watched the parasite mount the large male native.

The alien length pressed into the abused tailhole, fucking him wildly as the eggs began descending toward his much smaller lover. She gasped as the eggs pressed into her body from three tentacles still forcing themselves into her. The hunter saw her fingers clawing at the bark of the stump beneath her as her belly grew and grew.

The parasite withdrew himself from the large, round male. The big horse's legs quivered, either from the pleasure or the sheer weight of his newly filled belly the hunter could only guess. Through his scope, he got read of a dozen confirmed fertilizations inside the big male's belly.

As the big black creature turned and pressed his foreclaws against the female's swollen belly, the hunter was sure there was going to be at least one more fertilization. Still, the fact that his prey was fucking two of this planet's natives at once meant he would be quite tired soon.

There was no mistaking when the alien entered the woman's egg-heavy body. She screamed loudly and pressed her palms against her ample breast. The hunter watched her squeeze her boobs tightly as her body rocked against the stump with the alien's every powerful thrust into her.

With the alien hissing loudly and the female squealing with every entrance he made into her, the hunter deftly flipped the safety off on his pulse disruptor. It was almost time.

Only a moment later, the creature pressed his hips flush against the abused female's own and threw his head back to shriek loudly. The woman's belly swelled even more and her eyes bugged out of her head as she stared at the immense globe that had formed at her middle.

Now! He squeezed the trigger, firing glowing purple bolts of energy at his prey. The bolts hissed through flesh and exoskeleton. The alien shrieked and yanked himself free of his victim. It staggered and fell as the hunter stood up, squeezing shot after shot out of his rifle.

The monsterous parasitic lifeform shrieked loudly as the bolts burned away flesh and organs, vaporizing whatever they touched. The hunter strode right up to the creature, loosing more and more of the weapon's power cell into the beast. Even when the monster stopped moving, he fired three more shots into the alien's curved cranium.

Finally he lowered his weapon and spit on the alien's charred corpse. "I've chased you through a dozen systems, watched you decimate eighteen worlds. Now, my hunt is finally over."

He turned and strode back toward the two equine lovers where they waited, whimpering and nickering to one another. He plucked his dark matter detonator from his belt and keyed in the yield. Enough to swallow both equines and the corpse. He was about to trigger the detonation when his eyes fell on the woman, her hands roaming over her belly as she whimpered and moaned.

She was so lost in her own pleasure and lust that she probably didn't even know he was there. He tapped his fingers against the detonator for a moment then sighed. "Fuck it, what'll it hurt? It's not like she's giving birth right now anyway. I've got time."

The hunter set the detonator on the ground beside the stump then reached down to unbuckle the exo-suit's belt. Pushing his pants down the black scales of his legs, he stepped up to the whimpering equine and nudged her legs apart. She complied without any further prompts, spreading her legs wide for him.

Grinning, the hunter guided himself into her hot, wet body. She arched her back as his black cock pressed into her. "Yeah, like that?" he asked, leaning forward to close his lips over one of her nipples. He suckled for a moment, flicking his tongue across the hardened nub. "I hope so, you're going to die one happy woman."

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His son had rushed in too early. He hissed a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. The insolent offspring had too much vigor and energy. Much like the squirrel in his cargohold who birthed him. The alien crept forward slowly, his body perfectly camouflaged. The dragon was an arrogant man. He had let his guard down, thinking he had won the day.

The dragon grunted and growled as he fucked the writhing woman who carried alien offspring in her belly. He was as oblivious of his own shadow as the mare had been earlier in the night. The alien stepped forward, each step a careful, deliberate movement with little sound. Not that he would have had to stay quiet. The alien was sure he could have rushed in and the dragon wouldn't even notice. He thought he'd won, why did he need to be aware of his surroundings anymore.

The alien considered pulling the dragon away from the moaning mare. He considered forcing the hunter onto his back while he fucked him full of eggs. Poetic justice. But that would never work. Not with that dark matter detonator so close by. His tail curled up behind him, much like the scorpions of this world. He stood behind the dragon, watching the hunter have his way with the mare. He hesitated. At least let the dragon reach his climax. He was not without mercy, after all.

The dragon's hips slapped against the mare's for only a few minutes more before the hunter forced his hips against the mare's tightly. He threw his head back and growled loudly.

The alien's tail lanced forward, piercing through exo-suit and scale alike. The dragon's growl gurgled and died in the hunter's throat as the life rushed out of him, dripping down onto the mare beneath him. The alien watched the dragon's body slump forward, impaling the mare while the alien impaled him on the sharp spade of his tail.

Once satisfied his shadow was slain, the alien lifted the hunter away from the mare and cast him aside. His broken body tumbled into the stream and the alien sneered. Finally. Good riddance. He wasn't going to have to look over his shoulder anymore. He turned his eyes on the mare laying on the stump, still caressing her round belly, unaware she was smearing the hunter's blood into her fur.

But she was alive. And so was her beast. He alien turned and considered the quivering stallion nearby. Poor horse was struggling to keep himself on his feet. Give it time, he wanted to say. All of those eggs would be absorbed by the dozen growing in the beast's belly and the load would be diminished. At least at first. Until they all grew and were ready to be born.

But that was some time in the future. The alien plucked the dark matter detonator from beside the stump and disappeared into the forest. The hunter's ship had a homing beacon. That would not do. Couldn't have more of those pesky dragons come and contain the growth of his species, could he?

Of course not. The new queen would be proud of him. He knew somehow already that she was. He could feel her telepathic link growing stronger every day. He could feel her eyes on him, seeing what he saw, feeling what he felt. And he could feel her need, her insatiable hunger for more always in the back of his head.

Soon, he promised himself. He would detonate the hunter's bomb inside of his own ship, then return to the colony for a visit. Of course he would visit as many of this planet's population on the way back as he could.

He of course had not seen the colony as it was now. He had escaped when the queen was but a female he'd impregnated and left behind.

His body quivered as a surge of lust washed over the growing hive-mind. He could feel the fire in her belly momentarily quenched, swelling with the next generation of drone as one of them filled her body with eggs and seed.

Maybe he would make only one or two pit stops on the way back home.