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The Stingray Queen's Plot

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Having Yana as part of the hive had opened the Stingray Queen's eyes to a great deal of possibilities. Not just for new hosts, but also for new nests. For the hive, that was an even greater prize. But to get it...

Well, that was the trick.

She'd known that the cobra infector-class member of the hive wouldn't be enough on her own. The military would be suspicious of anyone that had been changed that much, and though she had her hopes of getting more hosts for her hive with her newest charge, Ailsa knew that wouldn't be enough.

No hive could rise without a queen, after all...and they only had one queen.

So, when the military arrived to take control of the situation, when the other soldiers came down in response to Yana's plea for reinforcements, there was really only one choice for the Stingray Queen.

She met the soldiers in cuffs, naked as the day she was born. Her purple-blue flesh was exposed for the world to see, the slight hood along her head and the swaying of her tail a warning for people to stay back from the stingray. From the neck up, she knew that she looked completely normal.

Of course, with tendrils sliding from her breasts, her cocks, her pussy, her ass...with a belly that looked like it was writhing with snakes underneath...

It wasn't that much of a surprise that the soldiers kept their guns on her at all times when they first caught sight of her. The stingray smiled at them, opening her mouth and flailing three tongues at them at once. They stepped back in fright when she did, only to pull their guns up and hold them even more intensely on her.

Yana pushed her forward as commanded, the altered cobra panting softly as 'she' did so.

"Mmmph...I managed...managed to capture...one of them," Yana panted. "I need...I need the infirmary."

"You okay there, soldier?" one of the officers asked.

"Don't know. Did something...need...need to get to the infirmary."

According to the infector-class drone, they would put the snake into the quarantine zone first, but that shouldn't be a problem. Her various infestations had ways of blending into the biology of their host, adjusting their biomass to be the same sort of DNA that their host had. All that any scans might see would be tumors.

Hopefully.

The queen of the hive allowed herself to be pushed up the ramp into the landing shuttle, her arms pulled tighter behind her back, her tail bound to the shackles at her wrist. They covered her mouth with some sort of gag, and they put an energy field between her and them as they took off. The shuttle pulled back to a few kilometers above the dead colony, then turned around.

An orbital strike of missiles and lasers blew the whole thing to kingdom come.

Ailsa forced herself not to wince as she felt the deaths of a dozen, two dozen, a hundred corrupted members of the hive. She could feel each one being burned to death, feel the rubble coming down on hosts, feel the squishing oblivion that took away so many different members of her slimy little kingdom.

She felt the ones that had corrupted her, the ones that had filled her with snakes and slugs, the ones that had turned her into a queen. She heard their last cries echoing in her mind, whispering for their queen, saying goodbye. Then...

Silence.

The only sound left in her head were the whispers from the creatures inside her and the ones that were in Yana. The snake turned to her in a subtle way, eyes bright and wet, and Ailsa shook her head.

No tears. Hide. Stay on their side for now.

The cobra slightly nodded, wiping away his tears before anyone could see.

More and more missiles fell from the heavens, chased down by bright red beams that scorched the earth around the former colony. The crater got deeper and deeper until the magma of the planet beneath started to pour up through the crust and consume everything that was left. The military was not fucking around, she saw.

When there was nothing left but a glowing hole of molten magma and the beginning of the mantle, the shuttle turned and started pushing its way towards outer space. Ailsa shook her head, grumbling into the mask as she looked through the shuttle to the viewscreens at the very front, trying to determine where the ship was.

It didn't take long for it to pop into view.

Ailsa would have whistled if she wasn't wearing a mask that prevented her from doing anything with her mouth. She stared up at the craft that orbited the planet, starting to revise her plans.

It's huge, the Stingray Queen thought to herself. There has to be over a thousand crew on that thing...

She might just have enough to bring them all down, but that was going to be a bit trickier than she had planned. Ailsa had thought that she'd be dealing with a smaller transport, something that had a decent number of marines, but not much more than that. Something like that, though...

There would be security measures throughout the ship, scanners and cameras that would track anything in the hallways, and probably more to follow things in the vents, as well. She would need to be smart about this or she could end up losing everything.

She tensed her arms a bit behind her back, feeling the parasites in her belly squirming around. They wanted to come out, sensing the hosts that were only a few dozen feet away in the cockpit, but she knew better. If they came out, then the quarantine measures they were going to put her through were going to be even worse. She needed to keep her imprisonment as mild as possible, otherwise...

Well, this was going to be a very short trip.

They need to study me, she thought. They're desperate enough to know what happened that they'll have to study me to prevent this sort of thing from happening to any of their other outposts. That's just part of the way that this works. You're safe as long as you don't do anything stupid.

They docked with the ship, and Ailsa heaved a sigh of relief when they put her in a surprisingly mild sort of prison cell. There was still an energy field between her and the visitation chamber, where the scientists were holding various tablets and conversing about how best to conduct their studies and get their samples, but it was still better than she expected, considering they gave her an actual air vent, a toilet, and room to move around.

The stingray had once been a scientist of sorts, having lived in the colony and seen the research that they had been doing. She knew that they wouldn't be stupid enough to give her access to the rest of the ship's water and filtration systems. The waste would be taken to a special area for other study, so there was no point in letting the parasites out through that.

Pushing them out of her holes to go into the air ducts would be too obvious.

Getting one of the scientists to come close and then infecting them would be possible, but everyone else would see it...

But there was a way forward.

Ailsa sat down on the floor of her cell, pressing her hands to it and feeling around. Ever since they released her from her bindings, she had been moving her arms around a lot, feeling everything that came into arm's reach. They had tried to stop her at first, but then they seemed to think that it was just an eccentricity of hers, and had stopped bothering. After all, it was doing no harm.

Now, it allowed her to examine her surroundings in a more fulsome way, and she smiled as she found the little gaps that were in the prison cell, the little spaces where the slugs could slip if she found a chance to let them out.

She stood up, running her hands along the wall, touching the air vent. She could feel the rattling inside, feel the pressure of the air coming through. Her slugs could fight that, but would they be able to get through whatever bladed things kept the air moving? That was the question.

She reached out, touching Yana's mind. The snake started elsewhere in the ship, jumping at the sudden mental contact. She nudged him teasingly, whispering.

Where are you?

Quarantine. Gonna be released soon. I want to...want to let loose...

Soon. Will you be released to general quarters?

Yes.

Sabotage the water supply first. Give them slugs. Then go to the armory.

Why there?

The ball slugs release a slime that can gum things up. You want to sabotage the weapons.

Ahhhhhh.

From there, go to the security room. Stop the observation of my cell. Then...come to me.

Yes, Mistress. Yes, my queen.

Ailsa pulled her mind back, shaking her head. She and Yana were the only members of the hive left. If she wasted her subject, then she would be the only one left.

Weapons had to be taken down.

Cameras needed to be disabled.

And she needed to be freed.

But if they could accomplish all of that, if they could make sure that the whole ship was blind to her escape, and that the weapons were all jammed up and impossible to use, then there was the very distinct possibility that they might be able to take over. Take over, and then turn this place into their own little ship. A new nest. A new hive.

"You."

One of the scientists rapped on the energy field between them, catching her attention. Ailsa turned her head, looking down at him from behind the mask.

"You aren't getting out through that vent. It's too small for you."

"Mmm..."

She stepped closer to the energy field, smiling behind the mask that kept her mouth tentacles in her face. She pressed her breasts to it, feeling them squish, groaning softly as it made everything writhe inside of her. The slugs and snakes and worms and everything in there just started sliding about, making her skin crawl.

The scientist pulled back, shaking his head.

"Foul thing, aren't you?"

"Mmm..."

She turned around, slowly pressing her ass against the shield. She teasingly swayed it from side to side, letting her cheeks flatten out, letting him get a good look at her backside. It was a lovely view, she knew. She had seen it reflected several times through the eyes of other members of the hive, and they always wanted to fuck her.

From the way that the Doberman behind her throbbed in his pants, he was probably no exception. She chuckled under her breath, pulling back from the shield when he went back to his desk, grumbling.

Let them think that she was a dumb little breeding queen. Let them think that she was just going to try and seduce them into infecting themselves through fuckery. They'd already missed the important thing.

The tiniest of parasites were clinging to the shield, having been allowed out through her ass. They were little more than eggs, little more than tiny little dust mites that could slip through the shimmer-patches of the energy shield. Big things couldn't slide through those refreshing patches, but tiny things...

They could.

She could feel them, so small and light that they floated on the air to the other scientists. She felt the eggs land on their heads, in their hair, on the backs of their necks. The eggs latched on, tiny little barbed legs holding onto whatever they could grip, and pulling, pulling, pulling tight.

Hatch...

The command hit the eggs, and they started to bulge, tiny mites, tiny little larvae pushing out. They would crawl, they would swarm, and they would find ear-holes and more to take over.

As the scientists became more distracted by their work, she reached up to the air vent again. She pressed her palms to it, as if she was feeling it, and let the other slugs out of her hands, letting them run into the vents. They might die, but there were so many inside of her that she could afford a small sacrifice.

Go, little ones...go far...

She felt them start slithering down the air tunnel, keeping a small bit of awareness with them so that she knew where they were going, and then reached out to Yana again.

How far?

The water supply is contaminated. There are slugs in it and they're sliming, breeding. My butt is smaller now, too.

I'll fill it up again later. What about the armory?

Heading there now.

She nodded.

Make sure to get every last weapon. It's going to be hard enough when some of the security patrols are already armed. We don't want everyone being able to shoot.

Understood.

She cut contact with the snake, knowing that Yana would do as good a job as 'she' could.

The scientists were starting to get a bit more antsy. After reaching out for the pieces of her hive, Ailsa could feel the little larvae moving further and further into the heads of the eggheads out there. Doberman was the closest to her, and he was starting to scratch the side of his head more and more, yet he was starting to get more sluggish as well. His eyes were starting to go a bit glazed-over, and she could see his cock was starting to run down the inside of his pants.

Her lips turned up in a smile behind her mask, her dicks throbbing in front of her at the thought of her hive already expanding. The larvae released calming, arousing chemicals, turning those that they infested into zombies of sorts. Thoughts too depressed by the calming cocktails, and their bodies too excited by the arousing parts to stay down. They could do what they were required to do, as long as those requirements didn't include thought.

She looked around the room, seeing that the scientists were slowly coming to a halt. Some of them were standing in the middle of the room, frozen as if stuck in time. The alarms of different machines reaching the ends of their testing cycles went unnoticed.

They just...stared, their minds slowing down as the cocktails of chemicals messed with them, slowed them down, took away their brilliance in exchange for obedience.

The armory is done, Yana reported.

Now, security...and we can begin.

The slugs were still climbing through the air vent, she could feel. Several had died, but the others had found safe routes, moving through the different tunnels and passages in the air ducts. They were moving up, down, left, right, going anywhere that they could in the ship.

She knew that some more would die, possibly in incinerators, possibly elsewhere. But eventually, they'd find something. She hoped. The military had put her in the most basic of cells, and she hoped that meant that they weren't taking her too seriously.

At security, Yana reported.

Cut the cameras. Fast.

Three people here.

Not the best odds, she had to admit, but there were ways around that. She thought back to what she had put inside of him, and then nodded to herself.

Release the worms.

From...from my nipples?

Yes. Those. Gather them and throw them.

It was the best chance for fast infestation. The worms took a bit longer to actually take control, but they were much faster outside the body than anything but the snakes. Considering where the snakes needed to go to take control, she didn't want to risk it.

And she needed those cameras off, soon. The scientists had gone completely still save for bobbing of their heads, bouncing up and down. That meant that the larvae were spreading through the nervous systems of their hosts, which meant that they were getting close to bursting out. Once that happened, there'd be no hiding the body horror that would occur, no pretending that they were anything like normal.

Hurry.

She pressed her hands to the energy shield in front of her, watching the Doberman. He would go first, she knew. She could already feel the fast-growing larva in him. It was tapped directly into his nervous system, pulling on every part of him, dragging the dog towards alien-hood. There were tiny tendrils that were starting to poke out of his ears, and there were writhing things beneath his pants pushing out of his urethra and out of his asshole. His nose was dripping with snot, snot that was thickening to something closer to an alien slime.

Oh, he was close.

Yana...tell me you're close...

Almost done. Infected the soldiers. Turning off the system...

Do it now. Now!

It's down! Coming to you!

And not a moment too soon. The Doberman suddenly howled, tossing his head back and opening his mouth. The melodic song of the canine was cut short in a series of gurgles, his mouth forced open wider as no less than six tentacle tongues ripped through his mouth, blood pouring out of the sides of his cheeks as his tongue ripped itself apart into the six different pieces. His eyes popped, becoming more like questing fronds rather than visual pieces.

He fell out of his chair, squirming, ripping through his shirt and throwing the pieces all over the place. He growled and pulled at his clothes, leaving himself naked in short order.

His single dog cock had been joined by two more, each one fatter than the first, leaving his sheath overstuffed and his balls squirming with eggs, lumpy and thick. They fell down between his legs, forcing them apart, leaving him drooling and pushing out miniature eggs like frog spawn every few seconds.

His asshole seemed to have sprouted a new tail, one that writhed and drooled with cum and other slimes. It quested about, trying to find something, but all it detected were other hosts that were going through similar transformations.

Further on, a vixen had fallen to all fours. Her nipples burst through the clothes she wore first, tendrils and slugs pushing out from the slight opening in her chest, running over her body and then falling to the floor. She opened her mouth, almost like she was trying to throw up, only for a long, thick tendril to push out, a long tongue that would be able to catch people from across the room and pull them over.

Both her holes oozed with so much slime that her clothes rotted and broke apart before they could be ripped off, her clit rising up and becoming a horrifying, rigid, spiky sort of cock, with the sort of soft spines that a cactus had that would impale you and stick to you, depositing venom in this case.

All of the different scientists were being altered, horrifyingly, by the parasites that she had infected them with, and she grinned at every single one. They were going to be good toys for her, good ways to spread the hive. Short-lived, due to their extreme mutations, but very good at making sure that others were infected.

By the time that Yana showed up, the room was completely converted, with ten different troops for her. The infector-class snake stepped inside, stared for a moment, then walked over to her cage. He tapped a button outside the cell, and the energy shield faded away.

The Stingray Queen smiled, stepping out of her cell and embracing her snake. She pulled 'her' close, squeezing that big - though somewhat shrunk - rump, giving it a few little strokes and squeezes as she ground her double-dicks against the reptile.

"You did good."

"Thank you, your majesty."

"Has the rest of the ship been alerted yet?"

"Not yet, but it's only a matter of time with security down."

"I figured."

She reached out again to the slugs...and grinned.

"Ooooh, we are in luck."

"What, your Majesty?"

"We just got one of the ship commanders...and better, all the codes for the security doors..."

With her various transformed hive members, the holding cell deck, as well as the armory and a good portion of the barracks, were quick to fall. Those that were not immediately converted fled to the hangar or, under orders from those above, to the bridge to try and stop the spread of the hive. Lacking weapons, Ailsa's people weren't able to be pushed back, but the soldiers were putting up a surprisingly good defense.

She had made her headquarters the old security offices, turning them back on now that she had control of most of the ship. With the engines seized, the enemy couldn't just blow up the ship so easily, but without the bridge in their hands, there was no chance of getting the ship to go where she wanted. The only thing that kept the military from being able to send a message to earth, warning them, was the fact that the hive had shut down the ship's power source, then redistributed it to the critical stuff for their side.

If the hosts didn't need life support, then we could turn that off, too, and just be done with this.

That was the parasite side of things, though. Ailsa knew that she needed it, and her parasite knew that she did. They were too useful to just be tossed aside like that, and everyone involved in the hive knew it as well as she did.

So, they had to plan. They had to work out a way to bring down the other soldiers without killing all the hosts. So, they spoke, the parasites did, using Ailsa as a conduit between all the different ones.

What do we need more? Hangar or bridge?

Hangar gets rid of space battle. Seizes more defense. Could threaten bridge.

Could, but would also drive desperation. Might find way of blowing ship anyway.

But if take bridge and not hangar, then they can do the same to us.

It was a problem. The air ducts were sealed, so the hive couldn't spread through them any longer, nor could they just send the former scientists in as cannon fodder anymore. Most of them had died, and the others were in bad shape, rapidly aging as their bodies broke down.

Ailsa tried to throw her own thoughts about it into the mix, but it was rather difficult to come up with anything that would work. She wasn't a military specialist, and Yana wasn't particularly good for this, either.

The stingray tapped her hand against her chin, trying to think it through a bit more carefully.

The hangar was at the bottom of the ship, and the bridge was at the top. Both required an elevator to get there, absolutely required it, considering that the stairs were cut off from both as a security measure in case of an invasion on either side. That would put any of the hive into an immediate shooting gallery, and it put the power of numbers back on the side of the uninfected.

Trying to take the bridge would require pulling the elevator out and swarming through the door in such numbers that they would lose as many hosts as they'd gain at the end of it, and that would leave them at a disadvantage trying to take the hangar. If they didn't have the number of hosts to fly the ship at the end of this, then the whole idea would be a failure.

Trying to take the hangar would be easier, all things considered. They could open a smaller hole in the shield down there, allowing the vacuum of space to suck out enough air to knock the people out before shutting the door again, but if they didn't get the timing right, they'd just kill all the hosts and lose a fair bit of equipment. Not to mention that, according to Yana, it would be logged as a flaw in the ship, which - considering those logs were auto-transferred to the port when they arrived at their destination - would make spreading the hive further more difficult.

They were in a very problematic situation.

How to get both...how to get both...

She glanced at the commander that she'd managed to infect, a Komodo dragon anthro. His green scales were a bit brighter now, and his mouth hosted four different tongues that twisted and writhed as she watched. She arched an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged.

"Difficult to get to any of them right now," he said. "But there's a possibility. There's a security feature on the bridge that might even the odds, if we can access it. Or...override the captain chair safeguard for it."

"What do you have?"

"Ever since a mutiny, the captain's had access to shock chairs on the bridge. They essentially send a powerful jolt to whoever's at their stations, forcing them unconscious. It's not deadly, but...it does mean that they are going to be out for a long time."

"How do you activate it?"

"From the captain's chair."

"...What good does that do us?"

"There might be a workaround," Yana said. "There's lots of crossover between different systems when you get down to a wiring level. If we can find where the command wires tap into the power directory, we might be able to rewire it."

"How possible is this?" Ailsa asked the former officer.

"...Relatively, but it requires a lot of careful handling, and the passageways for the wires are very small."

She smiled.

"That'll work..."

It was a quickly-executed plan. With all the parasites that were electrocuted in the wiring, and by various other methods during their trip to the proper cross-section, there wasn't enough to convert the entire crew within the stingray. She knew that, and was not looking forward to waiting for them to breed, though she looked forward to the method by which to stimulate said breeding.

With the bridge brought down and the staff essentially rendered useless by the shock security, they were able to break through to the bridge with only two casualties. The captain was brought down, restrained, and taken to the brig.

When they were able to send that information over the ship's intercom, as well as display proof of it to the soldiers that were waiting in the hangar, most of the resistance crumbled. The only ones that continued to resist were soon subdued by their fellows, loaded up on local shuttles, and sent flying out into the abyss of space.

After all, lost equipment meant nothing to the ship inventory, and would be left to gather dust until someone actually asked for it. By then, it wouldn't matter.

Ailsa smiled as she sat on the bridge of the ship, her rump planted in the captain's chair and her cheeks hurting from the sheer glee of this going as well as it had. She hadn't expected to be able to bring down the ship quite so quickly as she had, and it hadn't gone the way that she'd expected, but now...

Now she was more than just the Stingray Queen.

She was the captain of an Earth military ship, and it was heading right back to its home base. As soon as they got there...

The stingray leaned back, her pussy trembling and a few tendrils coming free of it at the thought of taking her hive to a new planet. True, the military base would be looking out for anything out of the ordinary, and she knew that they would notice that something was off. The new hosts were still adapting to their new passengers, after all, and they would make a few slip-ups.

That said, as long as they were able to land, and as long as they were able to get out of the ship without being immediately fired upon...

We're going to have a whole new planet, she thought. Hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of different creatures to infect. Even after they figure out what we are, there will be no stopping us. No quarantine will be enough.

They were the ever-adapting hive. Their bodies were constantly under extreme adaptation by the creatures inside of them, and hers was no exception. Ailsa was well aware that her inner organs were long-gone, her body sustained by the different parasites that she carried. It more or less made her invulnerable to anything except full immolation. Anything less than that, her little babies could help her recover from in short order, particularly if she wasn't as drained as she was right then.

Yana walked up to her side, the cobra soldier blushing as the host's uniform was stripped, cocks and ass twitching before the queen. She smirked, gesturing for the snake to go down to hands and knees, and she offered her dicks to her little infector.

Of course, they were immediately pulled in, sucked on and worshiped, and she was pretty sure that she felt at least one parasite crawling down her left dick towards her balls.

Mmmm, yes, come to your queen...

"Are we good to fly, your Majesty?"

That was the Komodo officer. She turned her head back at the scaled man, smiling as his dick throbbed and twitched, a flower of different parasites sticking out of the head of it and bustling about. It almost looked like they were trying to come up with something airborne, something that would spread like pollen.

Hey, if it worked, it worked.

"Full speed ahead, commander."

"Aye, your Majesty."

The commander set to calling out orders, though all the real commands came from her, sent down through the mental links that she had to every member of the hive. She could feel them confirming the commands, and she allowed them to confirm out loud, too, just for the sake of the officer.

She didn't know why she'd allowed him a little extra freedom. Maybe it was how curious he was about them rather than disgusted. In any case, she'd allow him that freedom for now, until he abused it.

"Yana."

The cobra looked up, blinking.

"My quarters. I think we should convert you from infector-class to breeder."

"...Yes, your Majesty."

The End