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The hive queen rested in her chambers, her chitinous form nearly appearing as one with her throne, the black hive resin matching seamlessly with her iridescent blue exoskeleton. The flowing curves of that hive resin covered most of the cavern, its ribbed surface textures visible in the glow of some cave crystals, but lost definition in the darker corners of the underground space. From what was visible, the cave had quite clearly been vastly terraformed from whatever rough stone had originally been there.

Her large form was supported by her throne, that resin holding up the gigantic egg sac behind her as it pulsated and continuously laid eggs that the large skittering beetle-like critters that surrounded the queen tended to. Occasionally they used their tentacles to manipulate the eggs and shift them onto their broad backs to carry them to other chambers of the hive.

The queen’s egg sac was enormous, rising up higher than she was tall, the entire thing throbbing with life as it gestated an endless procession of immature hive beetles, the eggs within sloshing and glorping around the egg-chambers within her brood-tail. At the other end of her egg sac was a large phallic ovipositor, that continuously laid her eggs as they shifted towards it, having occasional breaks between batches of eggs, but never for too long, as the hive was ever growing.

Being roused from her egg laying duties, Queen Shaylor’s feathery antennae twitched and waved about as she thought that she felt the presence of something that wasn’t a part of her hive. They drifted about, trying to figure out what they were sensing, as it felt somewhat similar to her subjects, but also somehow different in some undefinable way.

A stationary queen. An alien presence. Alien insofar as it was a competing hive growing ever so close to another invasive species- one truly alien to the area.

The Vil.

Having spread its tendrils far enough to support growing its more advanced forms, another nearby hive seeks to stake its claim and assume dominance. In truth, the large yet graceful beast creeping into the chitinous chambers senses an opportunity rather than a challenge. Her lithe, writhing form is far more virulent than that of the beetles crawling around the chambers that it has so deftly avoided.

Yes, despite its towering stature and eleven-foot lumbering gait, the Vil Queen is as light on her feet as a creature a tenth of her size with soft, squishy pads that absorb her immense weight and her nine tails, though packed with brood, are lined with powerful muscle and sinew soaked in slick mucous that helps them slither nearly silently on the cave floor behind her.

Shaylor has her tells, sure. Communication ceases with some of her scouts, one by one, until the dim, purple glow of this beast gives it away. Stepping directly into Shaylor's chambers comes this beast, and then each of her own egg-laden tails, one by one. No single tail was anywhere near the size of Shaylor's potent prodigal progeny-producing posterior pod, but as they slink into the chambers alongside, it's clear that their combined mass is an equal force to be reckoned with as each tail at rest stands nearly as tall as a fur, complete with base-to-tip undulations like that of a grub... or perhaps the abdomen of a queen most like Shaylor. The beast's glowing, compound eyes lock with Shaylor, her brood, her children. She's found a treasure trove of biomass and a wheezing hiss expels from her chest and what could be considered nostrils on the front of her narrow, angular snout. The hiss is accompanied by her ribcage splitting down the middle and a deluge of thick tentacles spooling from it, reaching half way down her front legs. From the quadruped's haunches, two even larger ovipositor penises emerge. They slide out freely like hoses overflowing containment, sending the crackling sound of wet flesh echoing off the chamber walls as they slam into the floor with considerable force and writhe back upwards to attention. Her tentacle-lined maw bellows forth a challenging snarl as she approaches, stepping past eggs ever so carefully.

Her dual penises eject a smattering of small worms every few steps, and their tips whip and fling them about, landing among the chitinous floor... and Shaylor's eggs, where they swirl around those vulnerable shells and drill with their specialized heads, burrowing inside.

Immediately sensing the danger to her hive, Shaylor’s antennae stand to attention as she orders her warriors to intercept the intruder. Thick, muscular horned beetles trundled forth from their guard posts, as well as ones that had their forelimbs mutated into scything talons, both variants of beetles ready to defend their hive and the queen from the interloper.

They charged over the writhing worms spreading over the floor, ignoring their small forms as they approached the corruptive intruder, intent on stopping any further spread of the corrupting influence worming its way into the queen's laying chamber.

The Vil seemed uninterested in these smaller pests wandering her way. In fact, she tread ever closer to her prey while her tails slithered around behind her. Most disconcertingly, her tails gushed loudly and sprayed an array of smaller creatures behind her. These were larger than the worms but still tiny! While the smaller Vil infector forms were no match for these large beetles, what came out of the huge quadruped's tails next certainly were. They're FAST, and they screech as they leap! Their squid-like bodies fan open and deftly manipulate their tentacles for precise landings on each of the beetles, sometimes two or three per beetle. Their tendrils searched and writhed, finding chinks in the armored plates that they can puncture and slither their way into. First they shoved their arms in, then they pulled their bodies inside, causing the attacking creatures to halt in their tracks and writhe in... pain? Confusion?

Shaylor's inherent link to them told her everything she needed to know. Whatever crawled inside them was rooting itself in their synapses. For a time, she's completely aware of their every sensation. The tentacles crawling through their heads, their bodies. As the tentacle queen walked right past them, their abdomens shift and the plates slide apart to reveal parasitic tentacles breaching the armor from inside. Their wings now useless, they jerk as they turn toward Shaylor and wander toward nearby eggs, avoiding ones that have already been burrowed into by the sweeping seeds of the tentacle queen's penises.

Eventually, this brood was silent to her, but she heard the myriad whispers of another hive-mind presence overlapping with hers before her children no longer responded to her commands and resorted to plunging their own infested genitals into the bug queen's progeny- the clutches of eggs all around her.

Shaylor shivered at the sudden removal of control over her brood, having never experienced something subsume her offspring before. Feeling the absolutely alien presence at the edges of her mind, she attempted to fight back, her feathery antennae standing up straight and flexing to their maximum as a slight glow emanated from them, but this new influence was too powerful, and the direct corruption from her beetle’s breached shells was too deep. Every beetle that fell to the Vil squid forms was ripped from her influence, her powerful empathic abilities allowing her to feel as they slipped away from her mind, but unable to stop the swift corruption of her hive.

The chitinous queen felt each and every one of her brood falling silent to her influence, her immobile form being surrounded by her claimed offspring, even the unhatched eggs piled around her being corrupted with her unable to reach out and stop it on her own. She felt like her limbs had been ripped away, so used to utilizing her workers like they were a part of her body, and now she felt none left to follow her commands.

The encroaching mental presence from the rival hive queen steadily grew more oppressive as Shaylor’s hive dwindled, leaving her to face the alien presence intruding upon her mind all by herself. She wanted to cry out for the loss of her tainted children, especially the ones that were being corrupted before they had even hatched, but instead she focused her mind on the source of this invasion, her mind reaching out towards the Vil queen that had invaded her chambers. If all she had left was her mental influence, then she would have to try dominating that alien queen.

Never before had something just walked up and taken everything it wanted. Those beetles have been more than capable of defending and spreading this hive as long as the former dragon can remember, but now? Now, the Vil queen stands before her, rivaling even her size on all fours with its many slimy tails coiling about. Up close, it's easy to see that this queen intends on usurping her throne. The worms she's dropping from her penises scatter about, wriggling into the still-fresh, wet eggs most recently laid by Shaylor. She is not given time to mourn the loss of her unborn children as these skittering parasites penetrate each egg like large, black sperm cells. In fact, some of the eggs closest to the entrance of the chamber are already violently shaking, and cracking. A few wet, glorpy pops signal new brood hatching, and disgusting insect-Vil hybrid forms scuttling out of their wombs, using their 16-legged, centipede-snake amalgamations of bodies to slither free, complete with small but burgeoning ovipositors of their own! A fate that this queen no doubt wants to impart on the thousands of eggs yet to be deposited by the blue dragon.

Shaylor reaches out with her mental influence but is nearly pushed backwards physically by the sheer will of this opposing hive. Not so much that their hive mind was more hardened, or even difficult to penetrate, but the cacophony of discordant voices all chanting a variation of the same thing; hunger, spread, consume. Its soulless compound eyes lock with Shaylor's and it rears up on its hind legs, planting what counts for claws on the dragon's shoulders as it shows off its open chest and its two massive, worm-spitting dicks. Its first order of business, sensing an impending fight, is to dip its head and belch a thick cloud of purple mist all over that anthro dragoness's head. It envelops her completely and cascades down her body as if someone had dumped a bag of fine powder over her head. It's a potent, dizzying aphrodisiac that clings to the lungs like glue, and it serves as the perfect distraction for the beast to begin slinging its many massive infested tails around, with their tips parting into fat, fleshy petals to expose their birthing orifices on their way around that huge, undulating dragon abdomen.

Shaylor physically recoiled from the sheer overwhelming clamor of uncountable voices pushing back on her mind, the draconic hive queen temporarily stunned from the number of minds in the chorus. Her head and antennae drooped as she recovered from the onslaught, her mental reaches retreating back into her own mind, cutting herself off from the cacophony, and any lingering touches of her corrupted children.

Unable to put up any fight in this state, the Vil queen was unopposed as she doused her captive in a potent mist. It immediately took effect, Shaylor’s sensitive antennae instantly soaking up the powerful brew and sending a massive pulse of lust through her body before the gas had even had a chance to reach her lungs. However, when it did, it only intensified the effects, the dragon’s genital slit immediately bulging as her male side peeked from between her mutated slit lips, while her breasts swiftly stiffened in arousal, starting to leak their sweet bounty.

Suddenly finding herself to be uncontrollably lusty, her horror at the situation dulled along with her senses, her hands groping first herself, and then moving to the two massive cocks writhing in front of her. Worms poured over her clawed hands as she greedily touched their slick girths, unable to keep from touching them in the sudden dazed state she found herself in.

She cooed and let out a shuddering breath as she felt those massive egg-laden tails slithering around her own bulging brood sac, their slippery surfaces only stoking her induced desire ever higher as their wriggling motions stimulated her own brood chambers as they rubbed against each other. Her egg sac pulsed ever faster as the Vil’s brood-tails approached the tip of her egg abdomen, all the stimulation only further building upon her lust as those slithering tails pressed against ever larger patches of Shaylor’s egg sac.

A damning sight is Shaylor, with the huge beast pressing against her from all sides. Its tails slither and corral that large abdomen- they're certainly long enough. Like the worms sliding over Shaylor's eggs, these tails snake and ensnare her enormous brood factory- all except for one of them. Amongst the invasive embrace, the weight of those eight massive tails compress upon that abdomen and cause it to splurt out several more eggs as the pressure builds, but squishing out all of Shaylor's eggs is not the Vil's goal. It is merely a side effect of her immense girth entwining with that lovely brood sack. She hasn't even started infesting Shaylor but she's preparing to, and taking her sweet time with it now that her own children litter the floor and are hatching from the insect queen's own eggs one by one. Their open petals disgorge mucous-coated tentacles that feel around the dragon's far back door, finding that egg-laying orifice with ease. Five or six at a time, these tentacles push inside, feeding whole feet of their length in, only to pull and stretch it apart to form a gape a few feet apart.

In front, the Vil queen is almost surprised at the efficacy of its own poison upon Shaylor. She's more a host than a queen, it seems, and just as susceptible if not moreso as any other victim it's taken before. Its dual penises writhe more like tentacles than cocks. Each about six inches thick, even so close to the base, sputter and splort a creamy, goopy white substance teeming with worms of various sizes; from tiny swimmers that effortlessly dart through the infested semen to nearly foot-long nightcrawlers with feeler-capped heads coiling about like snakes as they search for something warm to slither into.

Its mouth parts and tentacles stream from its jaws and snatch Shaylor by the horns, by the jaws, and wrench her visage up to meet its own where another of its ovipositors writhes. Every ovipositor on the creature features coiling veins underneath the skin and flexing, undulating barbs that breathe along with a supposed heartbeat as a testament to the filth that breeds within the beast. It suddenly dives into something like a kiss while holding Shaylor's face still, but no muzzles meet. Instead, it merely crams its ovipositor down that throat to elicit loud, choking squelches with vigorous, animalistic thrusts to force its way into her neck. Its forepaws curl and it leans in over its newest victim- its chest tentacles reaching for those leaking breasts, and its impatient penises whipping their way out of her hands so they can search out that slowly-erecting ovipositor that its victim possesses.

The brood dragon’s squeezed abdomen disgorged several eggs from the tip, her ovipositor swiftly vomiting a good dozen eggs, not from its own natural muscular contractions, but purely from the pressure placed upon the chambers inside her tail from the squeezing, massaging Vil tails surrounding it. She couldn’t help but moan at the forced egg laying, her hive queen instincts rewarding her for laying eggs in such rapid succession with more pleasure than her natural slower egg laying ever could before.

Her uncontrollable lust only intensified when the Vil’s slick tail-tentacles pressed into her sensitive ovipositor, bulging its pseudo-urethra wide with their wriggling girths. They reached deep inside her ovi-dick, touching places that she’d never felt touched before, her egg chambers being invaded by thick, writhing, muscular lengths of slick flesh. Her abdomen pulsed and squeezed around the intruding tentacles, squeezing and sucking around their thick girths before those very same muscles were pulled wide, forced to stretch to girths that she had never even considered possible!

Shaylor gasped and struggled for breath due to the massive stretch her ovipositor was subject to, leaving her muzzle wide open for the Vil’s next angle of attack. She found her head forced upward, the wiry tentacles protruding from the alien queen’s maw lining up their jaws before the final length speared into the dragon’s open mouth, that ovipositor thrusting deep into her throat with slick squelches and muffled gulping noises as the reptile-insect’s throat muscles struggled to figure out what to do about the thrusting length buried inside them.

Unable to fight against that insistent appendage, her gulping throat was eventually forced into submission, allowing that ovi-tentacle to go as deep as it pleased, her neck muscles relegated to massaging around that girthy length.

Through this all, Shaylor’s hands had somehow kept attempting to grip the writhing dicks in front of her, though with everything spewing out of them, they were quite unsuccessful at doing so, only managing to occasionally caress their slick length before sliding off of them due to their copious fluid coating, and the wiggling worms within.

With all these depraved things happening to her, and the mind-melting aphrodisiac poison coursing through her veins, her cock had continued to disgorge from her hidden slit, the thick ridges on it each catching for a moment on those tight lips before lurching past as the swiftly erecting length could not be contained. Three thick ridges everted from her slit before the fourth and final one got wedged in the narrow opening, the thickest of those ridges acting almost like a knot and getting stuck inside the former dragon, unable to push past the squeezing grip around it without some outside help.

One thing is for certain pertaining to that cock; help is not coming. All around, tentacles are closing in. The opportunity to escape was perhaps never there thanks to the large insect queen's sheer size. With no ability to move anywhere thanks to the hoard of eggs Shaylor keeps brewing at any given time, and no defenses beyond mentally ensnaring any potential threats, it's as good as over for her, and this beast has only begun.

Behind her, one of those massive tails clenches its petals back together and lurches. Its slick and thin flesh so dense that rippling waves must travel through its length to culminate in something resembling a shove. The tail's "head" punches right into that gaping ovipositor behind Shaylor and wrenches its way side to side much like the ovipositor in her mouth does. Perhaps mercifully, the tail is not barbed, and the shimmery, semi-translucent membrane surrounding her clutch shifts easily along the equally slick walls of that huge egg-laying tentacle. The queens' tails are mated, and the Vil merely spreads those petals open again once deep enough into that giant womb to seal itself in place.

In front, the monster is having its way much more viciously. Those dragon claws may be gripping and slipping for cock but those are busy searching out that heavy ovipositor. They coil it with their leathery, barbed bodies and swirl in a double helix to capture and lift it. Their dual, flared spades terminate into points that they use to nuzzle into the pucker-like opening of that segmented pseudopenis. It's a tight fit for both of them, but the quadruped is not concerned for Shaylor's comfort here. No, once those twin tips have caught inside the rim of that ovipositor, they both wriggle and feed themselves inside, fighting for space in that cramped tunnel while firing off potent streams of slime that rocket back out of her tip in an attempt to lubricate their passage.

This all happens as the chest tentacles of the monster drape over the blue-scaled beauty's chest, and her leaky breasts are not left alone either. Instead of plunging into them like everything else, however, these tentacles merely grasp and squeeze those breasts, causing their nipples to be more pronounced and spray milk all over the place! This invariably attracts the attention of the squids that the black tentacle fiend emits from the tail that stayed behind earlier. Its petals yawn and a myriad of slimy critters pour forth, some of which immediately clamber up the dragon's body, and one of which perches itself atop her left breast, right into the stream of milk which it then plugs with its body as it dips its tapered head and drills straight into her nipple. It's rather small but there's still a tremendous stretch accompanying its self-insertion, and the tingles of Shaylor's overstimulated nerves send waves of ecstasy up and down her spine as it reels its tentacles into its new home one by one.

Helpless to do anything about the assault on her ovipositor at the rear of her egg sac with it so far out of her reach, all she can do is endure it as its forced to swallow around the Vil queen’s matching organ. Her ovi-cock is spread unbearably wide around her captor’s ovi-tail, stretching far past any reasonable size that it could have been expected to swell to, but it matters not to the invading tail as it blooms after pushing so very deep inside, locking itself deep within Shaylor’s brood chambers. Her confused egg laying muscles weakly try to push it out, but the obstruction is far past anything they were made to pass, their squeezes only massaging over the massive girth inside it, unable to fight back against the inevitable filling that was sure to come.

As the Vil queen’s lengths drill into her own throbbing cock, her questing hands finally stop their futile attempts to caress the tentacles now that the overwhelming feeling of penetration emanates from her speared maleness. She’s left stunned at the feeling of the double helix of firm, slick flesh bullying their way down her urethra while attempting to lubricate the way with copious amounts of goo. The underside of her cock bulges massively with the writhing forms invading her spire, the double helix visible down the entire length of her cock as they push ever deeper, swelling her cock as they force it to grow to accommodate both of their girths at the same time.

Her head jerks up as she finally feels what her offspring felt when they were corrupted, her breast squirming and jiggling with new tentacles invading that tiny hole as it’s drilled larger to fit the rest of that squirmy squid parasite. Muffled moans barely manage to squeeze their way around the tentacle filling her throat as the intense invasion of her chest leaves her shuddering and arching her back at the strange sensations of stretching, and the squirming from the inside.

Shaylor almost knows what her children went through. Her body is still hers... for now, though it's playing host to more and more of those hideous creatures. Sure enough every single splorch of goopy slime pounding its way into Shaylor's cock carries additional worms with it , but these are just scouts! They slither ahead of the pricks they come from to explore the way forward while their originators drill in spiraling motions. They branch off this way and that, visiting the prostate, what counts as testes for the dragon, and even her bladder. A boon to the encroaching hive, however, is a hidden passageway from the testes and straight into the womb and abdomen behind her. This will prove very useful very quickly.

Mere moments after the discovery, additional barbed length gushes down into that stretched dragon dick and the twin members suddenly part within her. One curls down to visit that testicle chamber cooking up fresh spawn, and the other dives straight ahead to visit her abdomen from the other side. Both penises stretch out and get comfortable in their new homes by sliding back and forth to stimulate the beast's barbs, which sends the right signals throughout its body: It's time to breed.

Though Shaylor can't see it with her head turned skyward, what happens next can be heard as well as felt; the Vil queen's tail egg sacs redistributing their brood. Some tails won't get to spew their spawn, so they're being pulled back into the host's body to be sent into other tails as needed. The room fills with the echoey, airy sounds of slimy flesh and eggs sliding and pumping around as the Vil queen shudders atop her prey. Eggs begin to flow in earnest, with the thing bucking its haunches to help send along waves of eggs down its shafts. Not one or two at a time, but entire columns of eggs rush down her twin penises at once, stretching out the dragon's tool and depositing them within her own brood chambers. Once hatched, the creatures inside will make a lovely nest out of her. For now, the worms already inside Shaylor's womb and sack are hard at work burrowing into her soft organs from the inside, stretching out their tendrils, and terraforming her body to suit the needs of the new hive.

That tail that's plugged up the insect queen's ass? It erupts like a volcano. Heavy, full-body contractions ripple through its thin-skinned exterior and its open maw at the other end vomits forth a deluge of offspring, both egg and live alike. The rippling sensation and cool temperatures send shudders through Shaylor's skin but it's the very idea that's the scariest. The Vil are delivering their cargo, supplanting her own children- no, corrupting them! Every wiggle, tickle, and cool wash over her backside is another wave of children lost and more slithering under her abdomen. Black veins crisscross underneath her chitinous exterior and spread up her engorged posterior as it gurgles with an additional queen's worth of brood one hearty pump at a time.

The same treatment is given to Shaylor's throat, though with much less uniform bulges. Whatever its disgorging into her mouth, they're not eggs, and they don't sit still once deposited into her belly. Shaylor can feel them swiming in her guts, spreading their tentacles and their influence to her core, and transforming her right then and there! Her infected breast has already halted its flow of milk in exchange for a flow of slime. A fresh egg- Shaylor's first Vil egg- sloppily pops free of her tight nipple and rolls along her body in a trail of slime towards the floor.

During all this, the dragon can feel tickling at the base of her mind- that swelling hive presence she shut off a couple minutes ago is back, creeping through her consciousness as its parasites work their way towards her skull from within. This time, she can't shut them out, but they're speaking directly to her, now.

"Ours."

The overwhelmed hive queen felt as the massive egg-filled tails surrounding her egg sac contracted and shifted their eggs back towards the Vil’s body, each slimming down as they contributed their filling to the one plugging the end of her ovipositor. That final egg-tail engorged massively, the pressure inside its slick skin ramping up as it absolutely gushed its brood into Shaylor’s abdomen, instantly swelling it larger, and making it bloat larger with the foreign brood with every pump that flooded its way into the former dragon.

Squirmy things slithered between the eggs being injected into Shaylor’s gestation chambers, gliding deeper inside and wrapping around her uncorrupted eggs as they pressed deeper faster than the more bulky eggs being injected could. The reptile-bug felt them squirming against her walls from the inside, spreading their influence and the black veins with their very presence corrupting her eggs, and the flesh surrounding them alike.

Her egg sac swelled larger with every contraction of the Vil’s tail, forced to gorge itself on Vil eggs and parasites, unable to help but swallow around each surge of offspring and their accompanying gestational fluids as her egg laying muscles are warped and reprogrammed, their laying contractions reversing and starting to swallow around the Vil’s tail and everything it pumps inside, drawing the eggs, parasites, and corruption deeper into the hive queen’s egg-tail.

Between each of the Vil’s pumps, Shaylor’s corrupted laying muscles pull smaller gushes of eggs from the tail plugging her tip, their reprogrammed motions drawing some of the tail’s immense pressure deeper into themselves on their own, little mini-gushes of eggs and writhing parasites drawn from the alien queen’s ovi-tail in between each of its own contractions. They’re not nearly as powerful or voluminous as the Vil’s own hefty injections, but they assist in filling Shaylor’s brood chambers even when the tail-tentacle isn’t actively doing so, the suction caused by those muscles sucking some of the high pressure eggs from the blooming tip wedged deep inside her ovipositor.

She can’t even moan out her pleasure or horror at feeling the corruption reach so deep, her muzzle and throat utterly plugged by the tentacle occupying them. Rendered silent by it bulging length, she can do nothing as gushes of wormy brood glide through her throat, the tentacle bulging and squirming with the motion inside it as innumerable slithery parasites pump through it, swelling her stomach with each flood of wriggling critters. Her belly immediately squirms in her lap, her gut pulsing larger with every injection as the payload slithers deeper, breaching the valve at the bottom of her stomach, and swiftly invading her intestines. The writhing motion slips ever deeper into her digestive tract, her gut being filled from top to bottom with endless motion as the parasites strive to occupy every single inch.

It doesn’t help that the assault on her front continues through all of this, her penetrated cock bulging even larger as the twin dicks occupying her urethra start pumping that mixed brood deep inside the male half of her reproductive system. The precursors to the heavier eggs flood all the chambers connected to her cock, squirming life gushing through her cock in the wrong direction, filling up her prostate and making it swell from her belly, making a sensitive orb bloat outwards from her belly, her hands drawn to caress it as it radiates pleasure from the stretch it’s forced to endure.

They flood into all of the attached tubes and chambers, wriggling their way into her bladder, squirming into her seminal vesticles and writhing against the sensitive storage container. They slither into her vas deferens, starting just one by one, but their wriggling motions weaken the muscles holding that pair of tubes constricted, resulting in multiple worms managing to squirm their way into the dragon’s vas deferens at the same time, making those tubes bulge and wriggle as they fill from top to bottom with squirming motion, stimulating them all the way from her prostate to her testes, where they flood out and start corrupting her sac.

Shaylor’s breathing quickens from all the motion filling her up from her impaled cock, the only sound she’s able to make being rushes of air from her nostrils as she pants around the bulging tentacle filling her throat. That panting is replaced by a singular strained exhale as both of the tentacles invading her cock suddenly jet through her urethra, the double helix rapidly undulating through her cock-vein as they forcefully invade even deeper into her spire, the bulges they make in the underbelly of her length rippling down that sensitive tube of flesh as their tips split up.

Her vas deferens is stretched even more impossibly wide as one of the tentacle-cocks forces its way through her prostate, and into that channel, the forward motion physically pushing the parasites already filling that tube through it, expanding that strained flesh around the even larger girth of the tentacle as it pushes towards her sac. The dragon’s epididymides bulge and strain around the sudden gush of parasites forced into it from the tentacle pushing them from behind, the rear of her balls bulging with squirming worms as those sperm storage sacs are forced to contain the writhing mass of parasites being pushed into them.

The second tentacle invading her prostate pushes through the other path, the strange connection between her prostate and womb forced to accommodate the thick girth of the invading dick. In mere moments, that tube is stretched wide as the tentacle punches through into her womb, spreading its leaking parasites to that sacred chamber even as it pushes through and into Shaylor’s tail, the connection continuing further and into the other side of her egg sac.

The idle flow of parasites from the invading tentacle spreads that squirming feeling to the base of her abdomen, starting to corrupt the very start of her egg producing flesh even as both of the cock-tentacles start thrusting in their respective holes, the breeding starting in earnest. Both of them thrust through her overwhelmed dick, the pulsing spire unable to do anything but just take the abuse as its purpose was overridden, taking a filling rather than giving one. They both thrust through her prostate, sending blooms of pleasure through the overwhelmed hive queen before each one thrusts through its own separate passage, the one gliding through her vas deferens managing to push all the way into Shaylor’s sperm sacs, joining the writhing mess of parasites, before pushing even deeper, managing to penetrate all the way into her vulnerable balls themselves.

Meanwhile, the other cock violates the hive queen’s egg producing flesh, her womb squirming with parasites while the tentacle thrusts through it, and into her abdomen proper, bumping and grinding against her egg-makers even as they’re starting to be corrupted.

Having reached both of their intended targets, and started the breeding response, Shaylor was completely unprepared for the enormous stretch that her cock was suddenly subject to as the massive deluge of eggs that forced their way through the tentacles consequently bloated her cock around them as well. Unable to handle the sudden feelings pushing down her cock, her head drooped in overstimulation as her prostate swelled with the influx of absolutely solid columns of eggs invading through her overstretched cock. Her head barely moved, as it was still held up by the numerous tentacles wrapped around her horns, muzzle, and the rest of her head, but her neck went lax, and her eyes lolled in her head, only allowing ever more efficient injections of the parasites down her throat now that the muscles there were completely slack.

Shaylor’s cock bulged incredibly wide, the entire urethra occupied by twin columns of eggs absolutely STUFFING it full, leaving absolutely no room for anything in her bulging flesh but the endless procession of eggs, and the tentacles ferrying them deeper. Gooey gushes and gurgling sloshes fill the cavern with noise as the reptile queen is pumped ever fuller, every chamber connected to her cock filled with tentacle-cock, and the eggs sluicing through its girth. Her prostate disgorges its eggy payload, only to be continuously filled, no lapse in the stretch ever occurring as the Vil queen never lets up for even a second, her pressurized egg layers chock full of eggs and slithering parasites at all times.

The dragon’s egg sac bulges from both sides, gurgling wetly as it’s forced to stretch and grow with every pump from either end swelling it further. The endless eggs being pumped into her brood chambers accumulate in ever mounting numbers, starting to outnumber the hive queen’s own eggs in those sections of her tail, even as the parasites accompanying those Vil eggs corrupt and convert every insect egg that they can reach. Shaylor’s already massive girth only swells, her room-filling egg sac groans wetly as it swells, her taxed chitinous flesh glorping larger with every injection of eggs, forced to grow and swell with foreign eggs, starting to bulge over the sides of her resin throne as it outgrows the socket molded specifically for her already massive bug abdomen.

The other tenta-cock gushes its payload into her nuts, bypassing her squirming epididymides, and directly injecting those eggs into her balls proper. The thrusting length of the Vil queen’s tentacle riles up all the parasites occupying the bulging sperm storage containers as it thrusts through them, making them writhe and further overwhelm the insect queen with sensation, the rear of her sack absolutely squirming with motion even as her balls are fucked from the inside, and filled with an endless cavalcade of eggs.

Both of her nuts turned lumpy as they bloated, the gestation fluid and worms accompanying the continuous train of eggs not being nearly enough to offset how the solid mass of the eggs made firm swells bulge from her previously smooth sac. Her scrotum quickly went taut from its enforced filling, the uneven bumps fighting with each other for space in her strained pouch, the eggs shifting and gliding around her sac as they jockeyed for room within the ever dwindling space of the dragon’s nuts. Her balls constantly gurgled and jostled about, not only being rhythmically swayed by the relentless breeding motions of the Vil-cock thrusting into them, but also just the ever shifting landscape of her overfilled nuts struggling to contain just too many eggs for them to handle.

Between the growing urgency of her instincts to lay as her egg abdomen increased in fullness, the intense overfilling of her nuts, her prostate pulsing pleasure through her with every egg it engulfed or disgorged, and the relentless squirming of the writhing worms packed into her sperm banks fighting against the tightness of her already taut egg-bloated nut sac with nowhere else to slither into, her hips started involuntarily thrusting as her breeding instincts kicked in while her shattered mind was unable to cope with everything going on.

Her thrusts were not very effective with how she was weighed down by her egg sac, being held in place by the Vil queen’s tentacles, and the uncoordinated nature of her base instincts, but it at least managed to get her hips bucking, adding further sensation to her overwhelmed body. Her overfilled balls swayed not only with the motion of the tentacle fucking them from the inside, but also her own hips swaying and erratically bucking in lust.

The thrusts only helped the Vil queen fuck her cock, gliding Shaylor’s incredibly stretched cock over the egg-bulging flesh of the twin ovi-cocks occupying her urethra, driving her already insane lust even higher, that small addition only helping her corrupter breed her further. That bucking motion intensified as the insect queen lurched her cock over the lengths inside it over and over, her unconscious lust boiling over, and not letting her stop her lunging movements.

The sensations built inside Shaylor’s unconscious mind, working over her subconscious until she reached a peak, thrusting her hips harder than ever before, her cock straining against the stretched slit containing it. She pushed forward, pressing all her muscles into the thrust, the culmination of all the overwhelming lust powering her muscles until her genital slit finally gave way to her ridiculously bloated cock.

The last ridge on her invaded spire finally lurched free of her slit, her breeding instinct overcoming the stretch, and pushing the last of her length free, that final thickest portion of her cock jerking free and consuming more of the tentacles impaling it as she succumbed to orgasm. Her cock, prostate, seminal vesticles, vas deferens, epididymides, and testes all clenched in unison, her climax upon her… but nothing flowed forth… her entire reproductive system occupied and overridden by the opposing queen using, filling, and corrupting her.

All her peak managed to do was massage the ovi-cocks occupying her every orifice and organ, the futile pulses going nowhere, and pushing nothing free from her overwhelmingly overfilled organs. Her balls clenched and throbbed, trying to work even a single egg free from their confines, wanting desperately to help relieve the massive backlog of eggs bloating her nuts, but instead they only received even more eggs for their troubles, the Vil tentacles ignoring their attempts to push them free, and continued to force more eggs into their overfilled confines.

The pulsing of her balls also clenched the sperm sacs on the rear of her nuts around their squirmy filling, squeezing her already taut flesh around the infestation inside her epididymides, riling up their occupants with every pulse of her denied climax, only prolonging her useless orgasmic pumps and further driving her lust.

Her prostate is entirely helpless, too stretched to even attempt anything other than some weak pulses around the egg-bloated tentacles thrusting back and forth through it. The only change is that the attached seminal vesticals manage to release some of their weak fluids into her prostate, making the twin tenta-cock’s thrusting through her prostate even more lubricated and wet. A tiny portion of the fluid manages to work its way up through Shaylor’s occupied urethra, but it’s barely even noticeable as more than just the regular dripping that already occurs from the Vil queen’s regular gestational fluids.

As her nearly broken mind weathers her fruitless orgasm, her very first Vil egg plops into her lap from her swollen breast, her resting hands cradling it by chance as they laid in her lap. Fresh slime drips and flows onto it, leaking from her mutated chest while the Vil hive-mind returns and starts pressing against her weakened will. A full body shudder ripples through her as the power of the numberless minds press against her own, now alone without her hive to defend her.

It’s an overwhelming surge greater than even shoving a hose into someone and turning the faucet on. The thick tentacle cocks of the Vil queen are expertly designed with rippling muscle along the underside of their extremities to push eggs along in rapid succession unlike Shaylor’s penis, for the Vil are virulent beyond comprehension. This singular queen could likely perform what Shaylor does a week in a matter of hours from its thick tails, as long as it has its constant influx of new hosts, at least.

While the monster has its prey captured, plugging into her body, violating her beyond comprehension, the changes begin to seep in. Most of these eggs do nothing once implanted within their new homes. Crowded testes, bruised prostate, and overburdened wombs alike- but these are just to get the new brood queen started- once they hatch, they’ll be wonderful companions or even further the corrupting changes themselves inside of their new home. A delayed timer on further changes, perhaps? It’s not like there aren’t enough infector forms inside already performing their vile deeds. Within that sagging scrotum packed full of eggs somewhere are Shaylor’s testes, and they’re swarmed with the worms implanted earlier. Their feelers help them attach to these mottled organs while they pump out dragon sperm in heavy quantities thanks to the breeding instincts wrought by the Vil’s aphrodisiac spores. Once attached, they ram their tiny probosces into the testes- something Shaylor can’t even feel with all of the other goings on- and inject their own concoction of mutagenic material. Several of them at a time crowd the testes in order to perform this ritual, and, as that dragon’s sperm keeps pumping and going nowhere, the sperm cells she’s putting out begin to shift and change, growing larger, thicker… Yes, eventually the insect queen’s own testes will be used to produce yet more worms that she’ll pass on to others. Her testes shudder and grow in response, sprouting valves and chambers not unlike a heart where gestating broods collect and develop in incubation chambers.

The spreading swathes of corruption shoot up that beautiful, segmented ovicock that’s being penetrated, crisscrossing between the segments. Truly, the dragoness’ entire body creaks with the swell of new brood until something extraordinary happens. Audible cracks fill the room as Shaylor’s chitinous segments split apart all around her in waves. A shiny, thin membrane stretches between the armor plates and Shaylor’s body begins to separate at the proverbial seams. Indeed, much like something of a honeypot ant, her body has been repurposed under the skin to allow for the even more potent brood nexus developing within the dragon.

All at once, much of the strain of having these additional children pumped into her vanishes. Like a chiropractor pulling on the spine in one triumphant string of body-shaking cracks, the stress is gone. The resin-like boundaries of Shaylor’s throne burst and the Vil’s tails pull down upon the bulbous, writhing orb behind her into a much more comfortable state. Splashes, shifting clacks of eggs, and squelching critters being mashed around inside sound off as that abdomen relaxes into a softer shape. So elastic is this new membrane stretching between her armored plating that it wobbles for several moments after coming to rest on the floor. Once it’s come to a tentative stop, only the heavy, pulsing rolls of muscle undulating its entirety can be seen. New, stronger webbing helps contract this abdomen and will drastically increase the efficiency at which Shaylor will give birth.

Her two ovipositors are not immune to the transformations, either. Flesh is warped and corrupted before the dragon’s very eyes. Her lovely but under-performing penis is the first to see changes. It relaxes like her abdomen, belly, and balls have. The segments on its body curl and seem to peel away from the body of the cock into their own soft, rubbery barbs that start flexing wildly to display Shaylor’s immense pleasure. The urethra dilates to allow larger insertions, making the double-dick stretching more bearable but still extremely tight. It also surges in length. Whereas before it was already quite large at a couple of feet in length, it at first shrinks seemingly, shortening to half its size before surging forth. What was once the dragon’s infected alien ovipositor now composes only the tip of a much larger birthing organ. New black flesh swells from her body, using biomass harvested from her own corrupted children to build two more feet of custom-made infector cock. Its texture riddled with studs, a few medial rings, and a beefier undercarriage with translucent skin that stretches wide enough to show off what’s being pumped through it at any given time. This leaves Shaylor with a new tentacle penis, fully prehensile, and a firm, barbed tip for penetrating tough prey which terminates in a solid log of textured muscle to push into them and pump through whatever she might be brewing at the moment, no matter the size.

Then, not to leave out her female anatomy, the parasites washing over her from that stray tail take notice of Shaylor’s feminine slit and more than a few different, slimy creatures slither their way insides by slicking up her quaking thighs. They crawl inside without a fuss by following the trails of fem slop squirted by the orgasming dragon. The cervix provides no challenge to these perfectly-adapted creatures and they slip into her deepest chambers unharmed, where they wreak their own havoc. The ovaries are the obvious first targets and the worms are quick to slip into those fallopian tubes and nestle their way into those tiny organs which suddenly bloat- The neurons fire off in Shaylor’s head harder than even the aphrodisiac. It’s like she forgets she even has a cock for a moment as an insurmountable itch radiates from her lower belly. The need for sperm, to be impregnated, and fertilized overrides all other synapses for a few quick moments.

It’s that point precisely where the Vil queen reels its tentacle carefully from Shay’s throat, having accomplished its goal of implanting countless children into that sloshing, droopy belly. The poor dragon’s front side is a testament to how far gone she is, with her breasts growing lumpy and oozing constant flows of milk-infused slime as tendrils ripple and peek out of her nipples for all to see. Every single milk duct transformed into a nursery for a single egg, allowing Shaylor to incubate dozens and dozens at a time and almost constantly have one or two slipping from her new, puckered teats. A cascade of slime gushes from the dragon’s throat as it whips its tentacle free, slinging its worms about and reeling the long, throbbing organ back into its mouth where it disappears. Its other maw appendages release her head, allowing her to finally look around, scream, thrash, whatever she wants to do while it keeps its claws upon her shoulders. It still has a few more brood to implant, after all, and it isn’t often it gets to dump quite literally every single child it’s carrying into a singular person. Some of its tails are already empty, having taken on a far more opaque and muscular form than before, and much more narrow. They swing and slink through the air with a grace that belies their true purpose. They’re used as tentacles now, helping the queen grapple its prey, as if Shaylor could ever do anything to get away now.

Since it has issued the bulk of its transformative offspring into the insect queen’s body proper, it now focuses on taking what’s left- her mind. With a long, meaty rrrip of fleshy squelches, its tentacle cocks fall free of that gaping, mutated ovipositor they’ve embedded themselves in. The moment they leave, that orgasm is allowed to commence, but only the first few shots of it will actually contain semen. The rest is what those balls are now brewing up- gestational fluid surrounding her new parasitic cargo as well as the occasional thick, throbbing egg, the likes of which her body can now produce but hasn’t had the time to do so.

Once its two thick tentacles are clear of that drooping mass of meat they’ve just fucked into submission, the hive monster arches just slightly and raises its dripping, drooling penises. They slide up the swell of that pregnant, infested, and rippling belly as its young squirm within and seek out ways to further alter the new Vil Queen into her proper role, and after sliding up between her wobbling cleavage, the twin tips curl and diverge. To take Shaylor’s mind will require direct intervention… At least, if this thing wants it to be done quickly. Shaylor is far too gone already and will be mentally consumed in mere hours or days if she puts up a fight, but these two huge cocks press their slimy, steamy bodies to the sides of her head, behind those ear fins, and search. Their sensitive tips spit feelers in an attempt to search for an entrance to that skull, no matter how small. It can use the nostrils if needed but ears, if they exist, are far more direct and efficient. Already Shaylor can hear the hive whispering to her to give up her mind and everything she knows, to submit to the unholy pleasures it’s forcing upon her and accept her new role as a queen for another alien parasite, but the Vil are willing and ready to take by force what they cannot get by asking. Beyond that, the sounds of the fight going on in her swollen abdomen fill the cavern, along with the suckling sensation of her new ovipositor...s?

Once the monster’s tail pulls free, Shaylor’s rear ovipositor bloats and splits apart, spaghettifying into several new ovipositors, each one only slightly smaller than the one she had before, but with far more of them, her throughput is multiplied, and not to mention the increased elasticity allows larger births through each one. Shaylor can feel these ovipositors but not control them. The Vil have corrupted and taken even her body, taking control of her reproductive organs. A firm clench rockets through her torso and down this larger abdomen and it visible collapses in a powerful contraction, causing her four ovipositors to bloat and disgorge several eggs at a time into the pile of insect eggs below. Much to the dragon’s dismay, this causes her to shower her previous brood in this tainted new litter and infect the very last of her previous life’s clutch. Less than an hour after being attacked, her body already bends to the parasite’s will, and now it’s trying to take her mind, too!

Shaylor’s fruitless orgasm continues as the pressure in all of her various filled organs and corrupted spaces ramps up, the entire output of a rival hive queen forcing her to grow and swell ever larger until the pressure inside her is nearly unbearable, her chitinous exterior creaking and groaning wetly in fullness, the pressure peaking before suddenly releasing as her form changes. Her entire body bloats, this time from her very skin changing, the hide beneath her exoskeleton morphing and becoming stretchy and durable as she changes to become more Vil-like. She groans through her nostrils at the easing of pressure, her entire overfilled form bloating outward as her much improved elasticity allows her to grow even larger than her already massive body had.

The chitin over her entire form separates, the plates gliding apart as the immense amount of eggs, parasites, and gestation fluid filling her presses them apart from the inside, revealing her new shiny connective tissue between her hardened exterior. Relief pulses through her mind, the ever rising pressure of her filled form finally easing as her engorged body swells and sags, her throne creaking, cracking, and finally failing under her weight, breaking apart as it can’t handle the new girth that her body, and especially her swelling abdomen grows to.

The former dragon revels in her new and improved body, every part of her feeling wonderful as they grow, swell, and change, all for the improvement of producing more corrupted Vil eggs, and spreading them as fast as she could produce them. Her hands roam over her breasts, feeling the scales covering them crack apart as they swell with Vil eggs, groping over their sensitive reproductive flesh now that they’ve been repurposed. The membranes that peek through wriggle and churn with both reproductive activity and the squirming of the Vil inside her ducts, her new progeny quite active in the nutrition filled cavities in her breasts.

She coughs and sputters as her throat is suddenly freed from its girthy occupant, that tentacle finally leaving her clogged throat, allowing her to properly breath for the first time in a while. The first breath only further corrupts her mind as her lungs fill with the remnants of that aphrodisiac mist left in the air, inspiring her clawed hands to drift towards her still pulsing spire. They pass over her pregnant form on the way down, caressing her wriggling, bloated belly, that grand dome squirming under her fingers as they drift over her filled womb. Finally reaching the bottom of her gestational orb, they find the prize that they were going for, her mutated impaled spire, now attempting to squirm under its own power now that its form had thickened, doubled in length, and become prehensile, but finding itself still beholden to the motions of the twin Vil dicks inside it.

Suddenly that changes, making Shaylor shudder at the slick slurping sensations racing through her invaded reproductive system. The twin tenta-cocks filling her start reeling back, the tips retreating from her egg sac and balls, slickly gliding through all of her attached passages, freeing them and leaving them to their own devices as they finally slurp back through the dragon’s new breeding tool.

With that urethra finally freed from its long-term occupants, Shaylor’s orgasmic throbbing renews with earnest, her climactic pulses instantly filling the previously clogged spaces with her own fluids as they raced towards her tip. Her final loads of mostly uncorrupted dragon-insect seed gush from her tip, her entire improved urethra bulging from the pumps of her expanded reproductive system, the translucent skin on the underside swelling and contracting with her orgasmic pumps, before the fluids jetting from her tip suddenly change.

The left over seed in her balls runs out and is replaced by the squirming payload still in her epididymes, the parasites there only having grown larger and more active from the nutritious dragon seed that had been stored in those former sperm banks. The pulsing, squeezing motion of their container once more riled up those worms, their girthy bodies having taken advantage of her increased elasticity, like the rest of her fillings, and consumed the last of her untainted cum to grow even larger. The rear of her nut sac bulges massively with their growing bodies, swelling even faster than her nuts are from their corrupting changes. The sperm sacs attached to the back side of her mutating testes temporarily grow larger than the balls themselves, the occupants of those winding, tube-filled former sperm containers forcing them to bloat around the massively growing parasites filling them, the worms enlarging as they consume the potent mix of dragon semen and gestational Vil fluids.

Her egg-filled nut sac is pushed forward by the worm’s growth, their sheer girth pushing them away from her expanding sperm storage organ as it writhes and bloats with the parasites growing inside them.

When they finally replace the dragon-insect semen her length is pumping out, it’s a combination of her own pumping muscles, and the worms wriggling motions that finally get them to slither out of her incredibly bloated former sperm bank. The worms were massive by this point, bloating Shaylor’s vas deferens around each worm as they pushed through that tube with the increased elasticity that her entire body was subject to. Each worm was girthier than both of the Vil queen’s ovi-cocks combined, visibly bulging the tubes out of Shaylor’s sac with their presence as they forced their way through the stretched channels, their bulk visible through her already writhing sac as they slithered their way up to her prostate.

Each parasite was so girthy that only one fit through each tube at a time, fully stretching her vas deferens to the max, even with her improved stretchiness. Every worm that made its way up to her prostate made a conspicuous bulge in her belly, swelling that sensitive organ with its girth before wriggling its way through to the other side and into the base of her urethra.

Even there, the singular way out only fit one parasite at a time, leaving them to back up inside her prostate as the twin passages out of her epididymes outpaced the singular exit from her prostate. Her belly bulged with increasing girth as her prostate bloated around the oversized worms, only one able to exit for every two that entered, leading to a massive backup of worms starting to expand that stretchy mutated organ.

With how thick each of the worms was, only one could even fit through her urethra at a time, even with the expanded elasticity her body had gone through, the bulge of her urethra rivaling the size of the rest of her cock from how girthy each worm had grown to. They continued to squirm their way into her spire, only able to do so in single-file, but doing so relentlessly as soon as the previous one’s tail vacated the hole, making the entire underbelly of her improved tenta-cock swell with multiple worms in succession, filling the entire capacity of her cock with squirming thick motion. They poured from her tip, orgasmic throbs helping to push them free, though a lot of the work was done by the parasites themselves, their powerful muscular girth quite adept at squirming their way through constricting tubes.

Her entire cock bulged and wriggled with motion born from the critters filling it rather than its own prehensile motions, disgorging worm after massive worm from her gaping urethra. However, the output of her cock couldn’t keep up with the relentless outpouring of them exiting her sac, her prostate absolutely stuffed with countless massive parasites, all writhing and fighting to be released, and still stuffing more of themselves into that overfilled organ.

Eventually, they found an alternative exit, the endless squirms of the trapped parasites finding the connection to Shaylor’s womb. The one to find it immediately set about slithering its way through that passage, forcing it wide around its massive girth and squirming its way through until it finally managed to invade her womb at the other end of that passage. It was immediately followed by more of its brethren, all eager to escape the pressure inside her stretched prostate, her womb being flooded by gigantic squirming worms, the writhing bloat in her already pregnant belly spreading to another area as the input to her prostate finally equalized with its output, leaving it stuffed, but not actively enlarging, as the two exits from it equalized with the two entrances.

They helped with the itch radiating from her already invaded and mutated womb, but didn’t satisfy it, only helping to stimulate her female side. The smaller worms already in that chamber were the only ones that fit into her fallopian tubes, the overgrown parasites entering it from the other side unable to fit, even with the additional elasticity that her body-wide mutation had granted her, and the active mutation of her ovaries and their attached tubes.

Those oversized worms mingled with the smaller ones joining from the outside, adding more motion to another section of Shaylor’s ever swelling pregnancy, but she still yearned to be filled with virile fluid, her ovaries aching to be activated by Vil seed properly.

Shaylor was utterly lost in both sides of her reproductive system going absolutely haywire, the massive amount of squirming worms escaping her overfilled, corrupted sperm banks writhing behind her nuts and filling all of her attached male organs, and even her womb! The absolute blast of NEED to be fertilized overwhelmed any thoughts that she might have had anyway, both of these effects leaving her vulnerable to the two tentacles approaching her ears, ready to finish the corruption of her mind.

She’s barely even aware of how her abdomen’s ovipositors have morphed and lay eggs beyond her control, but with her overwhelming need to breed, she’d probably enjoy it anyway if she were more able to pay attention to it.

If there were any walls of mental defense remaining, this is when they come crumbling down. With the Vil queen unable to find suitable holes to drill its two massive cocks into, the two suddenly change their tasks. Each one begins to gush a pasty-thick “semen” from the slits meant for eggs along the sides of the spaded tips of their lengths. The semen likely a leftover remnant from the former hose, it seems to be tainted as well, and what little the dragon gets to see of it, and indeed what splashes down onto her breasts, is sickening. The semen is white with purple goo that doesn’t quite mix with the seminal fluid and if there are any real sperm in it, they appear to be moving through the liquid randomly, as if these sperm cells are, well, quite massive. Some of them are black, too, and tiny, just a couple millimeters in length crawling through the muck-like sea of sperm they reside within. These two drooling dicks wipe their heads down Shaylor’s body and around her swollen belly. It knows what she’s feeling, and it doesn’t care that she’s already slipping into her role as a captured, converted brood slut for a new hive. Just as one of those foot-thick worms is crawling from her gaping, mutated snatch, the black beast’s twin members spiral around themselves again and shove it right back into her womb. They push and writhe, nearly taking Shaylor’s feet off the ground with their thrust. There’s so much goop and stretchy flesh to accommodate that they have little trouble making their way where they need to go. There’s already parasites in place sliding their tendrils into those infected, bloated ovaries.

With no fanfare whatsoever, the hissing creature has its own weird form of climax. The only visible evidence being its forelimbs trembling briefly before the bellies of its own tentacle cocks bloat with liquid pressure. Their tips split and drill right into the entrances of each fallopian tube, cradled into place by the worms inside them, and they’re allowed to unload directly into those egg chambers. Tainted, mutated seed pours so forcefully that Shaylor can hear the glorping splashes filling out her belly with yet another source of pregnancy. That heavy, cool liquid thumps over and over again in endless waves that slowly slake her thirst for children even long after her womb has filled to capacity. Though the overflow can spread into the prostate, the abdomen, and even her testes through those cramped tunnels, much of it is wasted in streams of white spunk that splash from her overcrowded and blackened muff, but they keep pumping.

Every single cumshot is several seconds long, followed by a brief refractory period, then another five second long dump of hypervirile infection poured into those ovaries directly. Eggs are being fertilized or captured and corrupted while they still rest in their chambers and the Vil won’t stop until every single one of her millions of eggs is pre-fertilized for endless potential to forever brew in this womb. This will be helped even further by the modifications taking place inside that brood chamber as well. Though currently stuffed with those lovely barbed and spiraling cocks, Shaylor’s own new breeding instrument is forming in place. Connected to both ovaries through new channels created by the corruption spreading through her body, another ovipositor is quickly forming within her womb. Much of it, actually, comes through her abdomen. Sensing the need to give birth much more carefully than simply allowing anything that’s ready to be born to plop from between her thighs, a fresh, fat tentacle worms its way through Shaylor’s guts from her abdomen and attaches itself to her ovaries, allowing the dragon to lay either whatever she’s brewing in her loins… or even larger eggs from her abdomen… all through the same hole between her thighs. Invisible for now, its head grows large, bulbous, and then splits apart with petals lined with small suction cups for grabbing prey. Its belly ripples and flexes with muscles not dissimilar to abdominal muscles for pushing worms, eggs, or even bigger forms through all the same.

While this is taking place, the frustrated Vil leans forward to encapsulate her skull. The brief reprieve and ability to breathe is once again taken away by shoving her head into the bowl of spaghetti that is its open rib cage. Tentacles indiscriminately flow wherever they can. Nostrils, throat, ears if they can find any, and then finally they connect with those large antennae. Tentacles split into mycelial tendrils to connect with as many mental stimuli as the insect queen has to offer. Having stolen some of her genetic material and linking with her mind, the Vil are slowly learning everything Shaylor has to offer, including the use of these antennae for their own malicious goals. They learn which impulses to send and how to attune to Shaylor remarkably quickly, and her mind is beaten into a pulp with emotions not her own. Even without further aphrodisiacs, the hunger in her womb and abdomen will never abate again. Whereas before, her mutations encouraged her to lay eggs, the Vil care about results, and her mind is slowly rewired to receive the same pleasure reward response only upon new infections. This will surely encourage her to lay as much as she can to increase her chances of orgasming constantly whenever her babies find new hosts to crawl into. New babies like the ones her fat ass are now near-constantly pumping out now that the quadruped infector’s tails have left that rear end to its own devices. Fear, doubt, defiance- all of them effortlessly washed away as the many voices of the infected all chant along with Shaylor to give in and enjoy her new life.

Indeed, her body responds well, with tentacles breaching the connective tissue in between some of her plates. Where once a throne of resin held up her form, now the roots of corruption quite literally sprawl from her massive figure, etching through the ground and up the walls. They’ll eventually root her to this cave where she will be doomed to simply spread the infestation as far as she can from here, and her body will do the rest of the terraforming of this cave into a proper nest.

Shaylor grunted at the sudden thrust of those spiraling cocks pushing into her womb, feeling them push one of the parasites escaping from her nuts back into her breeding chamber as they thrust so vigorously into her mutating core. The pressure rises deep inside her, the gigantic parasites still slithering their way out of her overfilled prostate, and into her womb even as those two Vil cocks churn their way through everything filling that organ.

Feeling those tenta-cocks invade her ovaries only draws another overwhelmed grunt from the dragon as she feels them instantly pour their essence into her mutated egg makers. She shuddered as she felt them bloat from the sheer volume of infested seed being pumped into them, instantly permanently fertilized from the sheer amount of squirming cum that bloats them larger with every lengthy gush. The overwhelming flood is even too much for her growing ovaries to hold, the jets of semen overflowing into the rest of her womb to fight for space with the enormous worms already taking up most of the space in her inner chamber.

The intense flood of infected seed even fights against the incoming worms traveling through the mutated passage between male and female inside her, eventually reversing the flow and gushing the Vil queen’s load into the former dragon’s already squirmy, oversized prostate. That mix of Vil cum and mutated sperm gushed into the already stretched organ, filling in the tiny gaps between the squirming worms already packing it full, rounding out the bulge it made on her belly and smoothing out the distentions that they made through her new stretchy membrane. Vil cum started leaking out between and around each of those fat worms as they escaped from Shaylor’s cock, the overpressure in her prostate making them jet out of her cock as her prostate just couldn’t hold anything further, stretched absolutely taut around its churning mix of fillings.

Worm after gigantic worm jetted from her flexible tentacle-cock, her entire urethra stretched solid down its whole length as the pressure inside her prostate maxed out the girth of that tube on the underside of her prehensile spire. The insect queen’s orgasm was augmented by the Vil queen’s far past what Shaylor could ever have conceived of, her rod blasting a relentless jet of thick worms and borrowed Vil cum through her enhanced urethra.

Even as that continuous flood of Vil cum works to purge her prostate of its wormy filling, the pressure pushing more and more of them out of Shaylor’s overstretched cock, that very same pressure pushed through the other exits to her prostate, shoving the last two massive worms that were still in her vas deferens back down those pipes, and back into her epididymes. Luckily they were the last two worms left from the batch that had invaded those sperm sacs, but the pressure of the Vil queen’s cum kept them there, neither of them able to fjord the intense flow of mutated fluids as it flooded into that chamber.

The sacs on the rear of the brood queen’s nuts bloated once more, this time with pure liquid pressure, rounding them out until they were bulgingly full of squirming Vil cum and a single massive parasite worm in each of them. They squirmed in their pressurized sacs, each of the organ’s capacity maxed out from the pressure of the goopy mess filling them taut with the sheer mass of tiny worm-filled fluids, and one giant worm each.

Unable to break free from their prisons, the two foot-thick worms started absorbing that cum, consuming the mixed gestation fluid, Vil seed, tiny Vil worms, and everything else that flooded in alongside that endless flow. They used the endless nutrition to grow, getting ever fatter and longer with the liquid bounty that they consumed, soon starting to replace the taut fluid bloat in Shaylor’s epididymes with slow, thick, weighty squirms of the massive, and still growing worms occupying her former sperm banks. They continued to swell with vitality as their bulk pushed into every nook and cranny inside the hive queen’s tube-filled storage organs, the endless advance of squirming worm flesh flooding through every part of her sperm sacs, pulling the backside of her balls taut around their squirming flesh, each one filled entirely with a singular enormous writhing worm. Both of them grew so massively oversized and impossibly thick that they became unable to budge from their new permanent containers, just too girthy to ever escape through her vas deferens, even with how stretchy her new membranes made those tubes.

Upon consuming everything filling their new home, they set about breeding with each other, the worms stretching their tips into each other’s home through a mutated connection between them. The rear of Shaylor’s nut sack pulsed with activity as they bred within her mutated epidiymes, exchanging virile fluids until they started spewing forth loads of their offspring, innumerable small worms, each the size that those two parasites originally were when they were inserted into the former dragon. They filled the small spaces around those two massive worms that had taken up residence inside her sac, their tiny writhing adding to the slow and thick wriggles that the two large ones constantly did, their endless breeding grinding their slick bodies over Shaylor’s stretched internals, making huge bulges visibly drift about on the backside of her balls. Her two newest occupants essentially becoming two new brood organs permanently fused with her balls, taking up the entirety of her former sperm storage organs and transforming them into worm breeding factories that constantly spewed forth endless loads of writhing parasites.

The other side of the dragon’s womb didn’t escape unscathed either, that flood of Vil cum gushing into her egg tail and fertilizing the ripe flesh there as well. The already corrupted egg makers at the base of Shaylor’s bug abdomen gorged themselves on the influx of seed, bloating with the incoming virility as they shed an absolutely massive load of eggs into her gestation chambers. A wave of swelling passed through the hive queen’s egg sac as a tide of eggs flooded through it, fresh Vil eggs rippling through her and swelling her tail, making the new slick membranes between her chitinous plates pulse and strain around the increasing load of eggs they had to contain.

The newly formed ovipositor still in her womb writhed about as Shaylor had the last vestiges of herself unraveled and reformed, her antennae hijacked and used as a direct path for the Vil to corrupt her mind directly. New impulses and instincts are instilled in her mind as she’s reformed in the image of the Vil, the need to breed and to spread the Vil becoming core aspects of her being as she’s rewritten from the ground up.

Her overeager new ovipositor accidentally lays several of the eggs from her abdomen into her own womb, her new impulses overwhelming any control she had for a few moments before it calms down. Following some directive unknown to the former hive queen, that ovipositor pushes out of her womb, exiting her body only for it to suddenly press firmly against her nut sack from the rear. Somehow the flesh there yields to the ovipositor’s insistent thrusts until it shoves itself through her scrotum, the flesh accepting that prehensile length as if it was always supposed to be there, until it erupts from her front, just below her lengthy cock. It immediately lays several eggs through its new position, each bulge smoothly gliding through her new ovipositor until they plop out of its tapered tip, making Shaylor shudder at the untested flesh being used for its wonderful new purpose for the first time.

It seems to have a mind of its own as it twirls around her cock, both prehensile lengths rubbing and grinding against each other entirely out of her control, the Vil part of her mind dictating the movements without any input from her.

She moans in unbridled lust as between those sensations, and the ones of her quad ovipositors at the rear of her gigantic egg sac laying endless eggs overwhelm her newly corrupted and reforged mind. Wanting only to breed and further spread the Vil, her new hive, she loses herself to the sensations of her mutated body doing what it was made to do, eggs pouring from her abdomen, and frontal ovipositor, while worms and other parasites gush from her cock, both of them twirling around each other and grinding endlessly against each other as the bulges of eggs push up one of her lengths, while squirming distentions worm their way up the urethra of her other spire along with her corrupted cum.

She doesn’t even notice as tentacles start rooting her already immobilized form to the cave, her very presence corrupting the rock around her as her body unconsciously works to change her surroundings to a more perfect breeding ground for more Vil.

This is truly a real new beginning for Shaylor. With tendrils encapsulating each other at the antennae, the Vil consume the dragon’s mind. Where once she was a host for a prestigious brood of insects, operating merely on false maternal instincts, the Vil truly rewrite and corrupt her mind. Shaylor is stripped away, consumed into the hive mind’s presence. Her voice joins the thousands that she originally heard when trying to commune with them. Her memories are accessible but alien even to her, as if she needs permission to recall anything from her past life. For someone in the new queen’s position, the inability to think for herself with any semblance of regularity is perhaps a blessing, as full consciousness with a body so corrupt as this would be overwhelming.

Her body begins the final stages of transformation with the new ovipositor. Her entire body becomes a pulsing highway of corruption. Some veins are repurposed into channels passing slime with a heartbeat of their own to facilitate the worms in her body moving from place to place as they’re created, especially her breasts. A queen of this magnitude is also capable of immediately giving birth to evolved Vil forms and with Shaylor’s previous brood being the main occupants of her abdomen, and indeed her very DNA, her new body is perfectly adapted to produce these particular insect variants. Indeed, all queens produce and spread the worms in their various shapes and sizes, but each queen is harvested for their genetics to add to the hive’s evolutions. In Shaylor’s case, her former queen status imparts chitinous shells to protect her young once hatched, and as she lays the first of her slimy, larger young in large, thin-skinned placentas upon the floor, they arch and stretch their own smaller abdomens. The first of many hatches and uses its forelimbs to crawl forth on a belly lined with tentacles while their pulsating egg sack whips back and forth. They’re born ready to implant new hosts and look like corrupt facsimiles of the beetles she used to lay. Maybe these WERE the beetles she used to lay.

Meanwhile, the beast queen relinquishes Shaylor’s head to reveal her new, purple irises surrounded by black sclera. Her once-beautiful antennae morphed and changed into an array of tendril-like cilia atop her skull that terminate in articulating, frilly stalks. More worrying still, the Vil have kept her mental influencing capabilities intact, and even assimilated them; for the black, lithe beast screeches into the cave as it, too, sprouts these tendrils from its noggin, having copied the ability from Shaylor herself. It finally gets off the former dragon and allows its spent twin cocks to reel themselves from her snatch like a hose. They are swallowed back into the void in its crotch which closes up to protect them when not in use, and fountains of sticky white milk splashes out from their departure. Shaylor will never need to be fertilized again, but now has the Vil’s ability to assimilate just as was done to her. Her borrowed mind is suddenly flush with emotions not her own to keep her in check. That violently empty feeling she felt when her children were stripped away from her warms into companionship once more. She can sense her children again, and they’re stronger than ever. A deeply pervasive sense of maternal pride swells within the dragon as her children skitter off en masse, leaving the cave through its various exits in search of more prey. That she would be the new epicenter for such a pervasive parasite would be deeply disturbing about thirty minutes ago, but now it’s all Shaylor can ask for, and the Vil make sure of it by squirming through her skull and pulling the right strings whenever they see fit.

Shaylor’s squirming scrotum lurches every few seconds entirely autonomously. As designed, her testicles have been all but entirely replaced with parasites that have installed themselves as new organs, and the sack that barely contains them jostles, slithers, and bounces as the creatures breed within them. Occasionally, they will decide it’s time to empty their contents, and the upper ovicock will emerge on its own, fed directly by the two stragglers-turned-brood-factories as they launch solid logs of bundled offspring tightly latched together which splash upon the rocks and flesh below and then scatter.

A warm, purple glow begins to dimly light the cave as those fresh new eggs reach maturity in Shaylor’s abdomen. Vil eggs glow just a little, but with so many of them packed so tightly together, Shaylor’s bug butt casts enough light to bounce off the nearby wet cave walls.

The dragon’s transformation nearly complete, Shaylor’s last new feature is… her breath! Over time, her exhales grow sweeter and sweeter still. The very poison that doomed her the first time is now being created by her own lungs, and she still isn’t immune to it. Her very breaths carry the same aphrodisiac spores that were used against her, and even her innate dragon breath ability, now tainted by the Vil, will release concentrated streams of the stuff on any potential victims that happen to stumble inside in the future.

Its duty complete, the Vil queen completely dismounts and returns to its tall stature on its four limbs. Its once massive tails are now light enough to sweep together in a sticky bundle behind it, though the nine of them together are still quite a bit thinner than even a single tail was at full girth. Before it leaves, it uses its new mental capabilities. Before, the Vil could subtly influence hosts from a distance. The amount of corruption directly correlated to the influence the parasite had… But with these new antennae, the creatures could share and force just about anything on anyone not strong enough to resist. The beast gives Shaylor some much-needed relief, and forces her to cum. As hard, and as fast as her mutated body would allow. The cave absolutely shakes with muscular contractions as that giant abdomen quakes from ass to tip over and over again. Shaylor’s balls writhe in place and then visibly bloat even while feeding fresh spawn into the barrel of her crotch cannons. The first egg from her vaginal ovipositor jets out with such force that it bounces off the ground and rolls quite some distance, followed by many, many more. Even her breasts compress themselves as new, tentacled creatures squirm and crawl their way out of the chest nests adorning the pregnant dragon’s bust. It’s mind-breaking, body-destroying bliss on a scale she could never imagine, and never wanted to stop. And, if the Vil had their way, it wouldn’t.

Shaylor’s entire body was filled with corrupted life, every single organ in her body now dedicated to producing more Vil of various shapes and sizes.

Her gigantic abdomen glowed from the sheer build up of eggs, their subtle individual glow combining with the overwhelming numbers of them stuffed in her brood chambers to glow between her chitinous plates, the membranes stretching between them fluorescing purple from their ever multiplying filling. Her egg sac constantly pulsed with growth, endlessly producing more Vil eggs as the four ovipositors at her rear worked to keep the pressure inside her egg sac down, fighting against the incredible rate at which her corrupted ovaries produced eggs. They constantly bulged with multiple eggs sluicing their way through those ovi-cocks, an endless train of purple orbs gliding through her rippling ovipositors, their muscular lengths always up to the task of offloading her brood, never allowed rest as her egg production never ceased.

Her original womb also swelled with endless activity, the permanently bloated egg-makers attached to that stretchy organ constantly shedding more ova into that fertile chamber to swiftly gestate, and then pump out through her attached frontal ovipositor. Each egg bulged through that muscular tube, the new Vil insect queen feeling it stretch around each large orb as it traveled through it, having to glide through her sac on the way out, pressing against her swollen and corrupted balls on the way through before it could be pumped through the underside of her exposed section of ovi-cock. Every bulge glowed from her flesh as it pumped through, shining through her stretched membranes underneath her prehensile ovipositor, backlighting it with her offspring’s glow as several eggs pumped through it at all times.

Shaylor’s belly was rounded out massively to contain her many various broods, her enormous gravidity pressing out further than she could reach. The apex of her gravid dome was far out of her reach by this point, the sheer girth that her multiple corrupted chambers had grown and filled to pressing out in front of her in a combined swell of sheer fertility. Her womb by far occupied the most space inside her stretched belly, that gestation chamber ever busy churning out more eggs for her ovipositor to lay, but her corrupted digestive tract also swelled her belly with its own fertile activity.

The worms and various parasites filled her stomach and intestines with squirming as they bred with each other, laying tiny eggs that grew larger in the mixed fluids filling her former digestive tract. The pressure in her stomach rose in regular intervals, new broods maturing with regularity as they filled those organs to capacity, eventually forcing her to lay them. Each time her body sensed it was ready, her enhanced throat muscles started rhythmically contracting along with her modified stomach, only taking several seconds before bulging with glowing orbs making their way up her throat. Her modified gullet stretched wide around a train of eggs, each glowing bulge glorping wetly up her corrupted throat, its entire purpose subsumed for its new role in being another outlet for eggs to traverse from her mutated insides, every organ in her belly changed to be another brood chamber for incubating more Vil.

Every time another brood is readied in her stomach, the contractions begin anew, her corrupted mind replacing any uncomfortable feelings with pure bliss as this is just another avenue for her to fulfill her purpose: breeding more parasites for the hive.

The bulging breasts resting upon her grand gravid dome writhe with reproductive activity as well, every duct inside them expanded and corrupted to their new purpose of housing and producing more brood. They squirm with activity, parasites breeding and being produced in her overfilled chest before wriggling free from her nipples. Occasionally eggs roll out from her nipples instead, all of that infested flesh inside her throbbing breasts working overtime to grow more Vil in whatever way they can, alternating between live births spewing forth wriggling parasites, and hefty glowing eggs plopping free.

Her balls were one of the most corrupted places on the hive queen, having endured multiple forms of infestation and overfilling, they shifted and churned with constant activity from their multiple different broods occupying different parts of her nuts. The main chamber of her balls had been filled with Vil eggs that hatched and corrupted her seed makers, mutating them into producing Vil seed instead, that thick goop filled with tiny worms and mixed with gestation fluid. Every time her upper cock orgasmed, this mixture gushed from her length, lubricating anything else that was being pushed through as well.

By far the biggest infestation in her sac was the two enormous worms that had taken up permanent residence in her epididymes, bulging them to the max with their sheer size as they occupied the entire chamber originally intended for storing the output of her balls. Instead, they were full of the constant slow churning of those two symbiotic worms, their massive size making any movements they made slow and ponderous, their constant crossbreeding with their partner in the other seed chamber resulting in a never-ending pulsing sensation through the rear of the former dragon’s sack. Just as their breeding was unending, so to was their birthing, the other end of each worm disgorging an endless flood of small wriggling worms that squirmed about in a much more uncontrolled manner, contrasting with the slow and steady pulses that filled her former sperm banks as they filled in all the gaps around the massive breeders occupying the vast majority of those organs.

With the former storage sacs for her nut’s output occupied with its own pair of permanent breeders, that left her balls unable to offload everything they produced, leaving them to swell up with unreleased fluids and their own brood. Her mutated scrotum went through a repeated cycle of producing more Vil cum, swelling up until even her enhanced membranes strained with the bloat of her corrupted sac, her balls pulling the surrounding flesh absolutely taut around their swollen girth, before the next wave of release rolled over her, making her overfilled balls clench tightly in orgasm, finally allowed to offload the intense pressure inside them.

Each time, the flood out of her cock combined the wormy brood from her overburdened sperm banks with the fluid load from her balls proper, her mutated sac having been forced to grow additional tubes to bypass her epididymes, connecting her balls directly to her vas deferens so that they could combine their loads whenever she reached climax, as there was no way for her nuts to pump their load through the original way out, the twin gigantic breeding worms occupying those storage sacs entirely blocking the way through.

Occasionally some eggs from her womb even managed to slide their way into the mix, the passage between male and female inside of her accidentally allowing a few eggs to pass into her prostate and be combined with everything else gushing from her tenta-cock. Each time, it added a glowing bulge to her spire, the underside bulging around the occasional solid orb as it sluiced through her urethra on the current already gushing through it, worms, Vil cum, and gestation fluids carrying it along for the ride.

Every time that her frontal ovipositor laid eggs from her womb, it had to pass between her overfilled nuts, disturbing their already teeming contents as they jostled their way between her hijacked epididymes and strained testes, riling up their contents to further squirming activity with every passing egg that bumped its way through her packed sac. With how often she was laying eggs, it was a near constant disturbance, her nuts hardly ever allowed to rest without being disturbed by the solid orbs traveling between the twin sources of infestation occupying her squirming scrotum.

Occasionally, some of these eggs were replaced by the much larger variety from her abdomen, the much bigger gestation chambers there able to produce significantly more massive eggs. Each of those ones strained her ovi-cock much more notably around their girth, also having to fight to fit them between her bloated organs inside her ball sack. It usually took several muscular pumps to fit each of those oversized eggs between her overtaken sperm storage sacs, having to push past their squirming girth before once again being pumped past her swollen balls, forcing those fluid-filled containers to dimple inwards to accommodate the increased girth of the egg being forced through her ovipositor.

The glow in her ovi-cock was significantly increased every time one of those larger eggs pushed up into it, the girthier ovoid glowing much brighter and outlining the meat of that prehensile length as its glow traveled up the entire length of the tube underneath it, stretching that translucent membrane the whole time.

Finally filled to capacity, Shaylor’s need to breed was slowly replaced by the need to spread, the need to birth ever more of her corrupted children and feel them infest ever more prey through her powerful mental link to every single one of them. That need was constantly fulfilled as her every orifice laid and birthed endless amounts of Vil-ified insects and eggs, her forced orgasm only intensifying the floods of offspring as her body was commanded to release everything inside it, every mutated passage in her body gaping as wide as possible as they all obeyed the Vil queen’s directive to CUM.