{"sf1_id":1673102,"sf2_id":"Oe5XPZ51","title":"Fall of Australias \u003eGreentext","author":"Anon_is_Ca2MgFe5Si8O22OH2","words":25242,"posted_at":"2021-01-14T09:21:55.000Z","tags":["Alien","F/M","Femdom","Human","M/F","Warhammer 40K","tyranid"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1673102-fall-of-australias-greentext","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5XPZ51","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1673102\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Greentext collection of Slannesh-touched Tyranids taking a world and the men on it by force.","content":"Disclamer: Warhammer 40K is the property of GamesWorkshop.\n\nThis greentext was originally inspired by the Tyranid pictures done by OrdoMalleus, posted to the /adhg/ threads on /trash/, before being collectively lumped together on Pastebin to sit for future viewing. With the advent of the SMART filter, the paste was rendered un-viewable to the larger, nostalgic masses. As such, I have taken the time to edit and post the greentext here for your enjoyment, and shall be slowly re-mastering it into an actual story. I shall begin uploading my other works here in the ever uncertain future.\n\nI appreciate feedback as it helps me to improve my writing, and try to spot all the refrences if you so wish.\n\nFall of Australias \\\u003eGreentext\n\n4 Days after meteor shower...\n\n\\\u003eYou get ordered on patrol in the jungle sector of some backwater world.\n\n\\\u003eHigh Command insists something is going on, but nothing was obvious.\n\n\\\u003eYou're on patrol, alone because spreading men out covers more ground.\n\n\\\u003eYou're gonna die a horrible death; you can feel it in your bones.\n\n\\\u003eYou have the constant sensation of being watched by...something.\n\n\\\u003eRapidly spinning around reveals nothing, just your rampant paranoia.\n\n\\\u003eFor the past hour or two, you've really begun to notice the quiet.\n\n\\\u003eAll the wildlife is silent for some reason, birds and insects have all gone quiet.\n\n\\\u003eThirty minutes ago, you began hearing a very odd noise, a slicking sound.\n\n\\\u003eIt’s always behind you, and always stops when you turn around.\n\n\\\u003eThere's also an odd odor, fairly pleasant for some reason.\n\n\\\u003eWith a blur of motion, you level you lasgun at some bushes right behind you.\n\n\\\u003eNothing, except for your own breathing.\n\n\\\u003eWith a grunt, you lower your weapon and marched off, muttering to yourself.\n\n\"What the frak is that noise.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eNot even four meters from the guardsman, the Lictor resumed her motions.\n\n\\\u003eAt 2.4 meters tall and weighing several hundred pounds, she looms over her mark.\n\n\\\u003eCamoline chitin renders her invisible, her bio-engineered perfection rendering her gait silent.\n\n\\\u003eThere is however, a growing excitement, at the idea of being caught, of being spotted.\n\n\\\u003eFlesh hooks twitch, desiring to snag the male and drag him into her embrace.\n\n\\\u003eHe wouldn't have enough time to scream before her limbs gripped him tightly.\n\n\\\u003eShe'd suck the information from his brain, melting all thoughts of resistance.\n\n\\\u003eHer sensory organs picked up the male's pungent odor, causing both sets of lips to drool\n\n\\\u003eNo, no yet...but soon.\n\n==========================================================================\n\n\\\u003e5 Days after meteor shower...\n\n\\\u003eGuardsmen are starting to go missing without explanation or warning.\n\n\\\u003eNobody is going out on solo patrols, despite high command's instance that nothing out here can really hurt us.\n\n\\\u003eThat much is true of the native creatures, but whatever is stalking us is not native.\n\n\\\u003eJenkins got snatched yesterday, all they found was his lasgun lying on the ground and some blood.\n\n\\\u003eI mean, enough to be noticed on close inspection, but it wasn't a serious injury.\n\n\\\u003eGarret went mad this morning; he was a little on edge since the start, but not like this.\n\n\\\u003eThe only warning was a high pitched wheeze...and then he just started shooting full auto into the brush.\n\n\\\u003eHe kept saying something about a \"Giant white bug,\" and \"Not taking him.\"\n\n\\\u003eWhatever he saw, it never took him, Lt. Emila shot him in the head rather than talk him down, the bitch.\n\n\\\u003eNone of us liked it, the highborn was always a pain in the ass, but this was just murder.\n\n\\\u003eI feel sorry for her now though, whatever was stalking Garret didn't like what she did either.\n\n\\\u003eIt took her at sundown, and it wasn't quiet about it either...but nobody saw it happen.\n\n\\\u003eOne moment, Lt. Bitch is on the edge of the clearing, next she's being dragged through the undergrowth, screaming.\n\n\\\u003eIt threw her around a bunch, took one of her eyes out if her screaming was any indication.\n\n\\\u003eThis went on for about a minute, enough for her screaming to turn into horrified sobbing.\n\n\\\u003eThen there was the discharge of a laspistol, silence for a moment, then a lot of wet tearing noises.\n\n\\\u003eDamned Commissar ordered us forward to investigate, So we did.\n\n\\\u003eLt. was painted across a small clearing, her guts hanging from the trees like streamers, her head placed on a rock.\n\n\\\u003eHer brains were blown out with a lasbolt.\n\n\\\u003eHigh command says nothing out here but animals, but this was no animal.\n\n\\\u003eAnimals don't kill you with your own gun, nor do they just splatter you across the ground.\n\n\\\u003eWhat in the name of the Emperor is watching us?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n==========================================================================\n\n\\\u003e6 days after meteor shower...\n\n\\\u003eCommissar is taking a group of us to hunt down the deserters, completely ignoring none of them ever actually deserted.\n\n\\\u003eJungle is hellish, wildlife out this way leans toward more dangerous, but definitely nowhere near as bad as Chatachan\n\n\\\u003ePlace still sucks, but tis the life of a guardsman. At least you're far from the ramblings of General Powerstache\n\n\\\u003eGuy had his head on mostly straight, but talked constantly of grand campaigns and heroic charges.\n\n\\\u003eCommissar is being a bigger pain than usual, ordering about the squad to track down the poor blokes who got nabbed.\n\n\\\u003eJenkins was the next to go, but he wasn't exactly taken. All week he had this odd little smile, like he knew something.\n\n\\\u003eThen he just walked off, claiming that \"What's coming is inevitable, so why fight it?\" And walked in\n\n\\\u003eHe was one for three seconds before the Commissar got around and fired off a pair of bolts.\n\n\\\u003eHe gave orders to retrieve the equipment, but the five men who went in found nothing.\n\n\\\u003eThe Commissar never misses, even in thick smoke thanks to that augmentic eye of his.\n\n\\\u003eSomething nabbed Jenkins without making a sound and dodged a pair of bolt rounds in a matter of seconds.\n\n\\\u003eBy the Emperor, whatever is out here, whatever is hunting us is...\n\n\"Guardsman, cease scribbling and get moving.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou stare up at the Commissar, before stowing your journal and rising.\n\n\\\u003eApparently, someone had found a trail of boot-prints matching Jenkins leading through the jungle.\n\n\\\u003eYour clothing and flack armor constantly feels as though it is sliding down your body from the heat.\n\n\\\u003eYou and one of your squad mates are in the middle of the formation watching the flanks.\n\n\"Whuytevavh is huntin us is close mate.\"\n\n\\\u003eIt has gotten awfully quiet, and not the wildlife reacting to guard patrol level quiet.\n\n\\\u003eMore like 'Something really dangerous is hunting the guardsmen' level quiet.\n\n\\\u003eSoon enough, the squad comes to a clearing, which should be alarming enough, but no one speaks up.\n\n\\\u003eThe Commissar is radiating murder and the desire to execute you from perceived incompetence.\n\n\\\u003eThere's a muffled yelp at the rear of the column, causing everyone to turn.\n\n\\\u003eIt's Leroy...he's standing funny.\n\n\\\u003eNo not standing, something has a hold of him from behind, something like a hand over his mouth.\n\n\\\u003eIt's mimicked Leroy and everything behind him almost perfectly; you probably wouldn't have ever seen it.\n\n\\\u003eThen it changes color, turning white with pinkish/purplish plates.\n\n\"It can Camouflage!\"\n\n\"Open Fire!\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore anything can reach it, the thing LEAPS back into the brush.\n\n\\\u003eYou start firing shots into the bushes, wondering just how many of those things are out there.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, flash bangs land among the squad, disorienting everyone.\n\n\\\u003escrew this, you think as the blurred form of another creature nabs the Vox Operator\n\n\\\u003eYou can definitely hear a pissed off Commissar screaming your name.\n\n\\\u003eYou ran for several minutes, panting and firing off shot into the brush and random.\n\n\\\u003efrak.mantra\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, you trip over a root, going sprawling to the ground, trying to get up.\n\n\\*Click Clack\\*\n\n\\\u003eOh, how lovely, the Commissar found you.\n\n\\\u003eWithout preamble, your grabbed by your backpack and less hauled, more returned to vertical position.\n\n\\\u003eNot the Commissar.\n\n\\\u003eOne of the creatures, but it's wearing the Commissar's hat, trench coat, and holding his bolt pistol.\n\n\\\u003eIts tentacled mouth seems to be drooling slightly, and following the drops down...\n\n\\\u003eTo a very large set of boobs, which strain against the confines of the coat buttoned around them\n\n\\\u003eYour gaze drops again, and this time your cheeks really heat up\n\n\\\u003eA large stand of clear, viscous fluid dribbles from a very human looking set of lady-parts.\n\n\\\u003eYou look back up at is blushing face as it make and odd crooning noise\n\n\\\u003eTrying to raise your lasgun, only for one of the huge upper arms to knock it clean from your grasp.\n\n\\\u003eThe lower set drops the bolt pistol and pins you against a tree, its grip strong, but oddly careful\n\n\\\u003eOh frak, this thing isn't going to kill you.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, it leans in, tendrils gently stroking your face, not unpleasantly\n\n\\\u003eThen it kisses you, that is the only applicable term for what it does.\n\n\\\u003eThen it starts...sucking?\n\n\\*sulrp\\* \\*Suck\\* \\*Chuu\\*\n\n\\\u003eThe tendrils lock around your head, tightly, preventing you from moving it so much as an inch.\n\n\\\u003eThe sucking feels weird, and you can feel some sort of tonged slip into your mouth.\n\n\\\u003eIt moans, the vibration rattling your bones ever so slightly as it continues.\n\n\\\u003eYou begin struggling as hard as you can, because that weird feeling in your head is getting stronger.\n\n\\\u003eBy the Emperor, it's trying to suck your brains out.\n\nmalepreycaughtstopstruggling\n\n\\\u003eThe frak was that?\n\n\\\u003eIt feels like the damned tendrils are IN your head now.\n\nmalecaughtmalesafemalesubmit\n\n\\\u003eDefinitely in your head, it's definitely poking around in there for something\n\n\\\u003eOne of the tendrils presses on a part of your mind, and you just melt with a whimper.\n\n\\\u003eYou weren't sure what just happened, but it felt good.\n\nmalerelaxmalefeelspleasuresubmittothepleasure\n\n\\\u003eAgain it pushes on your mind and you capitulate, this lady isn't hurting you, so why fight it?\n\n\\\u003eNo, that's not right Xenos bad, bad touch.\n\nmaleslowmaleweakmalepreycaughtmalesubmit.\n\n\\\u003eAgain it enforces its will, and whatever urges you have to resist fall silent, it just feels too good to struggle.\n\n\\\u003eWhat does it want though? Sex?\n\nmaletellthisoneallshowallmaleknowsthenbreedmuchbreeding\n\n\\\u003eIt wants your memories, and swiftly, the tendrils descend upon them, slurping up every detail.\n\n\\\u003eYour desires and wants, your duties and beliefs.\n\n\\\u003eThe modest childhood you have, the training you rceived in the Guard\n\n\\\u003eIt goes through everything carefully, thoroughly, skipping over no detail.\n\n\\\u003eAfter everything is gone through it breaks the kiss and you suddenly remember how much air you need.\n\n\\\u003eA bit of gasping and panting later, you gaze up at her drunkenly.\n\n\\\u003eShe croons, before pulling you deep into those warm, soft and fragrant boobs of hers, and sets to work on your pants.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Vox Operator sighed, sitting at his station bored as hell\n\n\\\u003eNothing ever happens on this backwater penal colony.\n\n\\\u003eThe Vox monitor starts beeping; stirring him from inactivity two answer it.\n\n\"This is Outpost Sigma, go ahead. Over.\"\n\n\"Outpost...Sigma...this is patrol Alpha...6....Kilo...9...requesting more men, over.\"\n\n\"Rodger that A6K9, you're requesting reinforcements, is there a problem, over?\n\n\"No...problems...here...outpost, just send...more...men...over.\"\n\n\"You alright,\" The Vox Operator asked, \"You sound terrible?\"\n\n\"Just...a little...sick...nothing to raise an alarm...about.\"\n\n\"Okay then,\" The Operator replied, \"Can I have some coordinates, over?\"\n\n\"Send to...previous deployment...area....will rendezvous...there...over.\"\n\n\"Copy that A6K9, sending some trooper that way now. Over\"\n\n\"Yes...send...more....men...Over and out.\"\n\n\\\u003eVox cuts off, leaving the operator a little confused\n\n\\\u003eEh, nothing to really worry about, person sounded really strange, but they probably caught something.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Lictor set the Vox unit down, having used the operator's memories to use it.\n\n\\\u003eThis plan would save her sisters trouble in hunting down males.\n\n\\\u003eShe stroked the operator's head as he slept, exhausted from the long walk, mind-probe, and hours of breeding.\n\n\\\u003eMore men would be coming soon.\n\n\\\u003eAnd soon, this world would belong to them.\n\n\\\u003eNo, not yet...but soon.\n\n========================================================================\n\nDay 11 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eThe storage depot was quiet, save for the ambiance of its existence, and the native fauna\n\n\\\u003eLately, a state of alert had been raised, but the PDF troopers were still stuck doing their normal jobs\n\n\\\u003eNothing important happened at the Sanguine Ravine storage facility, aside from pointless bullshit\n\n\\\u003eIF the command structure was converted to a civilian government, it would most likely fall under a malarkey\n\n\\\u003eSo, it was halfway through another sweltering day, when conversation broke out by one of the warehouses\n\n\"Do you ever wonder why we're here?\"\n\n\\\u003eGryffin looked to Sanchez, his best buddy, and rolled his eyes\n\n\"One of life's great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? Random coincidence, the will of the Emperor? My guess is some higher power out there exists for the sole purpose of making us miserable.\"\n\n\"No, I mean why are we here? Aren't we being invaded?\"\n\n\"By what? Who invades a hot, humid shithole that is Catachan's inbred cousin?\"\n\n\\\u003eSanchez gestured to the jungle\n\n\"I mean, the planet's rich in raw materials, you'd think Command would start issuing orders for the defense.\"\n\n\"Eh, sounds like work.\"\n\n\"And what do you call this then? We just stand here, every day, guarding a warehouse filled with Emperor knows what, patrol the bottom of a box canyon, and move crates. You call that work?\"\n\n\"Yeah, my ass isn't sitting down, so its work. That's why I tried to apply for the Aeronautica Division.\"\n\n\"You wanted to be a pilot?\"\n\n\"Yeah, an easy job, but they said the only place for hive scum was the infantry. Didn't stop me from showing up anyways with the...proper documentation.\"\n\n\"You forged your paperwork, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Pft, no, you have any idea how long it takes for paperwork to be filed in the Administratum? I just bribed the guy taking the papers in, switched he one they filled out in my stead, and handed them in. Guy didn't even blink.\"\n\n\"So you can fly?\"\n\n\"Yep, Just give me a Valkyrie and I can do cargo drops all damn day.\"\n\n\\\u003eSanchez looked out across the depot, before turning back to Gryffin\n\n\"So why are you on guard duty then?\"\n\n\\\u003eGryffin sighed, and shook his head\n\n\"Apparently, bedding the mistress of a Commissar while on leave is a punishable offence. And the base commander was understanding, and had me transferred to this shithole instead of shot.\"\n\n\"Sounds like a great guy.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe both stood in silence for a short while, before another question came to Sanchez's mind\n\n\"If you rather have a job sitting down, why not work at the Administratum?\"\n\n\"Because I'm not a frakking masochist.\"\n\n\\\u003efor a moment, there was silence, before they broke into laughter\n\n\\\u003eSaid laughter stopped when autogun-fire cracked on the other side of the base\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nMinutes earlier...\n\n\\\u003eA small tower sat overlooking the storage depot from one of the cliffs, permitting PDF a clear line of sight\n\n\\\u003eTwo troopers stood watch inside the rickety, and rather unarmored structure\n\n\"Anything new out there? Hostile Xenos, surprise visit from the brass, one of the guys on base turning into a mutant?\"\n\n\"No Parker.\"\n\n\\\u003eParker shuffled, looking out at the green jungle that bordered Sanguine Ravine\n\n\"Any hot women or cute girls then? I wouldn't mind scoring a Sororitas.\"\n\n\"Neither would most the men here, however, they have power armor and flamethrowers in abundance. Forgive me if I'm not eager to have my nuts punted into my throat and get set on fire.\"\n\n\\\u003eFor a good minute, there was silence\n\n\"Clarence, you think the Xenos invading us are going to show up?\"\n\n\"Hell, we don't even know there is an invasion, and Captain Florent says not to worry about it.\"\n\n\"High command will be the death of us all.\"\n\n\\\u003eClarence walked to the other side of the platform, facing towards the Depot, stretching to relive the stiffness in his legs\n\n\"I don't know what worse, I watch a bunch of plants or a bunch of people watching boxes.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe platform creaked suddenly, as though a large weight had manifested, and Parker mate muffled sounds of protest\n\n\\\u003eProbably Boxcar, the Ogryn that lived on base and declared Clarence to be his \"Bestest friend\"\n\n\\\u003eHe was also somehow sneaky as hell, and frighteningly intelligent for an Orgyn, almost like a small child\n\n\"Hey Boxcar, nice of you to join us.\"\n\n\\\u003eThere saw no response save a muted slurping noise, when there should have been a very loud childish voice\n\n\\\u003eHe tuned to see...something…frenching the hell out of his buddy, and frak was it big\n\n\\\u003eFor a good moment, everyone in the tower awkwardly stared at one another, before Clarence brought his gun up\n\n\\\u003eBlind panic had superseded reason, and he fired a burst before he had lined it u with the thing’s head\n\n\\\u003eA large fleshy mass next to Parker's head burst, and the thing SCREAMED, lashing out\n\n\\\u003eClarence cursed as he was knocked out of the tower and on his back, his lungs bereft of air\n\n\\\u003eThis didn't prevent him from unloading the contents of his magazine into the structure, which groaned and collapsed\n\n\"Parker, you dead?\"\n\n\\\u003eThere was a moment of silence as something whimpered and whined in pain\n\n\"Fraking shit, you almost shot me!\"\n\n\\\u003eClarence changed out the magazine, moving around the tower's crumpled remains carefully\n\n\"Is it dead?\"\n\n\"No, she's hugging me like a stuffed grox after you blew one of her boobs off, I don't blame her...helluva kiss that you interrupted\"\n\n\"The Commissar will shoot you if you keep talking like that, and he won't miss.'\n\n\\\u003eClarence would have said more, if the ground beneath his feet hadn't started to shake\n\n\\\u003eChirping and shrieking things flew over the tree line, aiming what looked like guns at him\n\n\"Son of a bitch.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eTo say the depot had been taken by complete surprise was an understatement\n\n\\\u003eMaking matters worse was the lack of official alarm, and the announcement that played over the speakers shortly after\n\n\"All personnel, stand down, there's nothing to worry about.\"\n\n\\\u003eNeedless to say, Captain Florent's words had the opposite effect, as hi insanity was clear for all to see\n\n\\\u003eNumerous soldiers tried fighting back, but the sudden appearance of the Xenos had caught everyone off guard\n\n\\\u003eNeedless to say, Simon and Gryffin were looking for the best possible cover from the shitstorm going down\n\n\\\u003eThat they were supposed to be guarding it and not enter under any circumstances were\n\n\\\u003eSanchez tried the small access door, but it was very clearly locked\n\n\\\u003eGryffin had a much more effective means of opening it, putting several rounds through the lock\n\n\"Frak, you almost shot my hand off!\"\n\n\"Shut up and get inside.\"\n\n\\*KA-BOOM\\*\n\n\\\u003eAcross the base, a promethium tank had gone up, hurling a series of modular containers through the air\n\n\\\u003eGryffin had all of about three seconds to appreciate this fact as he spotted one heading for him\n\n\"Oh...SHIT\"\n\n\\\u003eHe dove inside the warehouse as something large and metallic slammed into the ground where he'd just been standing\n\n\\\u003eAfter a moment of pain and choking on dust, he managed to look at the doorway\n\n\\\u003eIt was more or less blocked off, sealing them inside\n\n\"Uhg...Sanchez, let's grab some cover.\"\n\n\"Um, you might want a look at this.\"\n\n\\\u003eGryffin turned to behold, a very large, very EMPTY...warehouse\n\n\"What the Frak? We've been guarding an empty warehouse for the past six months! I feel betrayed on a level close to the Horus Heresy for this shit!\"\n\n\"Well, it might be empty now, but that doesn't mean it's unused, there's no us on the floor.\"\n\n\"Dammit, we stopped playing the 'what's in the warehouse guessing game ages ago, and now, now we're going to get eaten...alive.\"\n\n\\\u003eSanchez gestured to the container that more or less blocked the entrance\n\n\"They might not come in here...I don't think they know we're in here. And the entrance is blocked, we can probably sit out the attack until they leave.\"\n\n\"Yeah, hide like the last dessert ration while I rummage through the empty cabinets looking for it.\"\n\n\"You have a better idea?\"\n\n\\\u003eGryffin sighed, before moving toward the back of the warehouse\n\n\"So once these Xenos are done eating everyone else, we grab a Valkyrie, some supplies, and fly to where they aren't.\"\n\n\"That might be a problem, I think these are Tyranids.\"\n\n\"And?\"\n\n\"Um, Gryffin, Tyranids eat the entire planet. All biomass, the oceans, the atmosphere, and the molten core. there isn't a place they won't be, eventually.\"\n\n\"We'll worry about that when we get to it.\"\n\n\\\u003eUpon reaching the far wall, they found a terminal, which Sanchez declared would require a tech-priest to open\n\n\\\u003eSo they settled in to wait for a few hours, leaning against the far wall\n\n\\\u003eAfter the sounds of fighting died down outside, Gryffin turned to Sanchez\n\n\"Hey, if we don't make it, it's been nice knowing you.\"\n\n\"Same here...assuming the Commissar doesn't come striding through the doors\n\n\\\u003eThe large door at the far end of the room shuddered, causing both men to tense\n\n\\\u003eWhen it started to tear open, both men leapt to their feet, autoguns leveled\n\n\\\u003eGuants tried to advance inside, only for the pair to start shooting, the choke-point assisting their efforts\n\n\\\u003eThe flow stopped suddenly, permitting them to reload their weapons, just before the entire door glowed\n\n\\\u003eThere was a hellish cacophony of metal screaming and folding before it was chucked away\n\n\\\u003eTwo monstrously large Tyranids stomped into the room, causing the PDF troopers to sag in despair\n\n\\\u003eOne had a face that only a mother could love, a giant maw of wriggling hooked tentacles\n\n\\\u003eThe other had what looked like windows to an over-sized brain through the eyeless skull that glowed slightly\n\n\\\u003eBoth had boobs as big as a man, sagging and swollen with fluid, to the point where it was leaking\n\n\"Welp, we're fraked.\"\n\n{{As if we would have it any other way.}}\n\n\\\u003eBoth of them stiffened as the voice sounded off INSIDE their minds, a deep rich feminine voice\n\n\"Great, a psyker... and a garbage disposal.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe 'nid with the hentai mouth made some odd gurgling cooing sounds, prompting the other to laugh\n\n{{I couldn't agree more, if he's going to open that big mouth of his, he should put it to good use}}\n\n\"Frak this.\"\n\n\\\u003eGryffin fired a burst of lead at the Maleceptor, frowning as they sparked off some kind of barrier, before aiming at the Haruspex\n\n\\\u003eThat's when his gun began glowing, and he was yanked clean across the room, tumbling across the floor\n\n\\\u003eThere was coo that rattled his bones, and he looked up as a bunch of hot slimy tentacle tongues descended on him\n\n\"Gryffin!\"\n\n\\\u003eSanchez tried to shoot, but his gun warped in his hand and he started to levitate slowly across the warehouse\n\n{{Aww, it's really cut when you struggle, now, let's get these clothes off of you}}\n\n\\\u003eSanchez tried to resist the psychic force manipulating his limbs and removing his clothing, but it was impossible\n\n\\\u003eGryffin was having about as much luck trying to in the most important tongue wrestling match of his life\n\n\\\u003eHis armor and equipment was more or less torn from his body and devoured by the Tyranid\n\n\"Ugh, quit slobbering all over me!\"\n\n\\*delighted crooning and slurping\\*\n\n\\\u003eA tentacle tipped with smaller tentacles suddenly latched onto his face, silencing any further protests\n\n\\\u003eWith the removal of his pants, another one latched onto his groin, sucking his dick into an orifice\n\n\\\u003eIncreasingly bound, Gryffin could only writhe from the sensations wracking his body\n\n\\\u003eIn his mind, there was no way this should feel good, but it did\n\n\\\u003eSanchez meanwhile had been stripped, his clothing laying off to the side neatly folded\n\n{{Now now, no more worrying, just feel\\\u003c3}}\n\n\\\u003eHis mind was bombarded with pleasant tingles, flashes of strange women hidden in shadow invading his brain\n\n\\\u003eTheir skin was soft, broken by the occasional bony plate, and they whispers sensually in a language he didn't know\n\n\\\u003eHe gave a grunt, trying to think of something else, but the Maleceptor lewded everything, even the math equations\n\n\\\u003eHis body was pressed against something warm and soft, his mouth against a hard nub that leaked something thick and sweet\n\n\\\u003eAll he could do was suck and hump away at the object\n\n\\\u003eThe Maleceptor sighed, glad to have found her sister and herself such wonderful mates\n\n\\\u003eThe loudmouth even seemed to be enjoying the Haruspex's attentions, even if reluctantly\n\n\\\u003eSoon, this world would belong to the Hive Mind...and from there, well, perhaps more\n\n======================================================================\n\nDay 17 of invasion\n\n\\\u003eIt was official, Tyranids had been sighted on the planet, and you were damned doomed\n\n\\\u003eSo much for backwater colony that had nothing worth invading over and boring career in the PDF.\n\n\\\u003eA long range patrol had gone dark after requesting more men been sent in to investigate\n\n\\\u003eThe Deep Space Auger Station had also gone dark, so command was essentially blind\n\n\\\u003eHence why your company had been sent to go and get it working again\n\n\\\u003eInto the thick equatorial jungle...which could be crawling with Xenos, that wanted to eat you\n\n\\\u003eGiven that you were somewhat shorter than average, you often struggled with all your gear, but you kept going.\n\n\\\u003eThe Commissar and Tech-Priests were in a hurry...who could really blame them with what was coming?\n\n\\\u003eStill, something was rather unnerving bout the dense jungle, doubly so when you were only six hours away from the Auger station.\n\n\\\u003eEverything was far too quiet from what a jungle should have been, everyone was on edge\n\n\\\u003eFour people had gone missing on the trek, which alarmed the Captain, his men didn't just wander off.\n\n\\\u003eCommissar was foaming at the mouth however, vowing to execute them and the former patrol for a litany of reasons.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tech-Priests vocalized things along the lines of \"Weak Flesh,\" and \"Ignorant meatbags\"\n\n\\\u003eEveryone shut up when the Auspex began beeping\n\n\\\u003eWall of guns.exe\n\n\\\u003eSafeties click off, heavy weapons are set up, makeshift barricades are established in all of 15 seconds.\n\n\\\u003eAll that greets your ears is silence and heavy breathing...\n\n\"Thirty meters out, unknown life forms. signature anomalous and weak.\"\n\n\\\u003eAuspex has a range of up to 50 meters, must be all the plant life in the area distorting the scan\n\n\\\u003eThen it starts screaming, and the ground beneath the auspex wielding Tech-Priest opens up, swallowing him.\n\n\\\u003eThen the jungle explodes into movement, the Tyranids have the entire company surrounded.\n\n\\\u003eQuills and strange spore filled pods start hammering away at your defenses, or hitting unfortunate guardsmen\n\n\\\u003eFly variants swoop in, raining down biological munitions or grabbing guardsmen before slipping off.\n\n\\\u003eThen things take a turn for the strange when stun grenades start landing around you.\n\n\"Grenades!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Commissar is screaming about treacherous filth before a lasbolt takes him down.\n\n\\\u003eThe thought of guardsmen turning from the Emperor is bluntly shoved away by several loud bangs.\n\n\\\u003eDamned stun grenades.\n\n\\\u003eIt was then that the ground itself exploded, and serpentine Tyranids lunged out\n\n\\\u003eGuardsmen try their best to hold off the new attack, but it's not enough.\n\n\\\u003eSeveral men are tripped, coiled, or outright tackled by Raveners, weapons and armor coming loose.\n\n\"There's too many of them.\"\n\n\"We can't hold!\"\n\n\"Why do they have ti-mmmppphhh!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lasgun fires a few times before a spore mine lands right on the edge of the formation, throwing you through the air.\n\n\\\u003eYou cough, trying to get air back into your lungs, noticing the thick pinkish fog wafting out of the crater.\n\n\\\u003eIt gets in your lungs a few seconds later, your coughing fit intensifying for a moment.\n\n\\\u003eEverything gets hazy fast, and heat stars to pool in your core and slightly lower.\n\n\\\u003eSeeing as everything has gone to the fraking warp, you do the only thing you can think of.\n\n\\\u003eYou get into the fetal position, close your eyes, and fall on your side, waiting for the end to come.\n\n\\\u003eIt doesn't, oddly enough.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't hear screams of pain and the ripping of flesh, but armor being torn apart and wet slapping.\n\n\\\u003eThat and your fellow Guardsmen protesting grunting, gagging, and making some rather embarrassing moans.\n\n\\\u003eYou open your eyes to see heretical activities of the Slanneshi kind, leaving you utterly confused.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids aren't killing your brothers in arms, they're fucking them. Or the ones you can see.\n\n\\\u003eYou've been left so struck you hardly notice as a Ravener slithers around you, surrounding you with its...her...body.\n\n\\\u003eClaws capable of ripping right through you gently reach out and touch, feeling you up as she rumbles gently.\n\n\\\u003eA long sinuous tongue trails across you neck and along the side of your face, following up with nuzzling and nips.\n\n\\\u003eShe easily lifts you up into sitting position, before dominating you with an approximation of a kiss, one with lots of tongue.\n\n\\\u003eEven if the spore cloud hadn't fogged up your mind, you have the feeling that She'd end up getting what she wanted from you.\n\n\\\u003eYou fumble with the clasps of your armor, and she cuddles you closer, purring like a well maintained engine.\n\n\\\u003eThe last coherent thing you can recall before your mind was overcome by the haze of pleasure was her words.\n\n\"Yes...breed.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe day was coming to a close, and the Tyranids lounged about with their exhausted prizes.\n\n\\\u003eThe humans had been worn out, some had succumbed to sleep.\n\n\\\u003e Others drank the sugar and protein rich nectar from the Tyranids’ chest glands...breasts was the human word\n\n\\\u003eMindprobes from the Lictors had revealed the Guardsmen's objective, and an alarming one at that.\n\n\\\u003eThat sensor could not be activated before the rest showed up, valuable biomass could be lost.\n\n\\\u003eThe small, unique hive mind, split off from the greater one, could be lost.\n\n\\\u003eWhile most of the humans had been captured, a squad sized group had broken encirclement and would soon reach the Station.\n\n\\\u003eThe local Hive Tyrant had reassured them not to worry; the sensor station was garrisoned by more...kindred individuals.\n\n\\\u003eAnd when that squad arrived, the Tyranids would have more men to enjoy and bond with. Soon...\n\n\\\u003eNo, not yet...but soon.\n\n=======================================================================\n\n\\\u003eDay 19 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eYou've been assigned to Bastion 13 a few months back, and it had probably been a punishment form the God-Emperor\n\n\\\u003eEverything kept breaking down, and the local Tech-Priest worked on his own schedule, and screamed at anyone fixing anything.\n\n\\\u003eThe food was always horrible, the roofing leaked, the commissar was drunk, his cadet was a nut.\n\n\\\u003eAnd now you were under attack by Tyranids...a fair number of them.\n\n\\\u003eThey never attacked directly, which you found odd for a species of mindless Xenos bugs\n\n\\\u003eDidn't they just overwhelm stuff with sheer numbers?\n\n\\\u003eIt didn't matter, they were wrecking the base slowly and surely. Their attacks had started yesterday morning.\n\n\\\u003eThey continued throughout the night, wrecking Comms equipment, blasting away at the fortification with their weapons\n\n\\\u003eSarge pointed out several odd things rather swiftly, namely that casualties were absurdly light.\n\n\\\u003eOnly a few people had been killed, the Commissar and his cadet for trying to execute you , the Tech-Priest when he started attacking Jimmy.\n\n\\\u003eThe weapons the Tyranids were using were also non-lethal in most instances, while the lethal stuff hit only equipment.\n\n\\\u003eMatt and Josh were pinned to a wall with some sort of web grenade that sailed in through the window.\n\n\\\u003eThe heavy bolter they were manning got impaled by a large bony spike, all but destroying it.\n\n\\\u003eThen there was Jacob, who got hit by some projectile that let loose a cloud of spores upon impacting his chest plate.\n\n\\\u003eHe stumbled around drunk for a few hours, and complained of a constant burning feeling inside him.\n\n\\\u003eSarge also pointed out the very uncomfortable fact that these were probing attacks\n\n\\\u003eSo no shit, there your platoon is in a small fortification being slowly worn down by Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eThe roof and courtyard were off-limits because of some flying Tyranids that kept dive bombing you guys\n\n\\\u003eThe windows were slowly being widened as time went on, and the Tyranids were also attacking the doors.\n\n\\\u003eYou guys only had a heavy stubber and a missile launcher for heavy weapons, with a few stubbers for crowd control.\n\n\\\u003eGrenades and Ammo would not last another two days of this...let alone a major assault.\n\n\\\u003eSo, you guys decided to sell your lives as dearly as possible.\n\n\\\u003eDamned shame too, an entire armor regiment had arrived in orbit last night.\n\n\\\u003eSo as dawn breaks over the once proud outpost, you make ready for one final stand.\n\n\\\u003eThat's when the portable Vox caster start squealing as someone dialed into it.\n\n\"Attention, Outpost 13, surrender now....resistance is futile.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe person on the other end is female, but she sounds...strange. Her words however, are chilling.\n\n\\\u003eSarge, ever the designated noncom, picks up his end and proceeds to ask who this is and who they think they are?\n\n\"We are...many....we have you surrounded....surrender to us...\"\n\n\\\u003eAll of you stare at the Vox unit in shock, before Mike states the obvious.\n\n\"Uh, Sarge, I think the 'nids are trying to get s to surrender for some reason.\"\n\n\\\u003eSarge declares it a trick of the enemy and puts the outpost on high alert, the attack is coming.\n\n\\\u003eThey do not disappoint.\n\n\\\u003eThe first sign of the assault is what looks like an artillery barrage of a fleshy kind, as spore mines rain down.\n\n\\\u003eUpon impact, they burst and release a cloud of smoke and spores into the air, like a smoke shell from an Earthshaker.\n\n\"Gas gas gas!\"\n\n\"Masks on boys.\"\n\n\\\u003eSoon, there is a blanket of pink tinged fog blanketing the landscape, covering the first level of the base entirely.\n\n\\\u003eThen something very large starts stomping through it, plowing through the remains of the poor perimeter wall.\n\n\"Carnifex!\"\n\n\\\u003eA stonecrusher variant, but that's not as important as it simply smashing into the side of the base like a battering ram.\n\n\\\u003eEveryone near it stumbles, and the wall it struck develops an alarming crack. It roars again before punching the wall.\n\n\\\u003eThricedamn thing was breaking through, and if that is not problem enough, the flying ones, Gargoyles, are back…\n\n\\\u003eA hail of spore pods, splatters of fluid, and salvos of quills start peppering the firing slits and windows.\n\n\\\u003eReturn fire clips a few of the creatures, but they retreat, and while a few grenades are thrown, it's far too little.\n\n\\\u003eThe wall caves in, and a torrent of Guants come with it. They are met with lasfire and a grenade.\n\n\\\u003eSarge is barking orders left and right while firing his stubber, when a doorway is suddenly smashed inwards.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids are just going to keep knocking holes in the walls and pour in through them, but Sarge accounted for this.\n\n\\\u003eHell, even the roof access was mined and watched by a pair of men, with the rest protecting the interior of the place.\n\n\\\u003eStill, there's a shit-ton of Guants, only driven back by blasts from the two flamers the platoon was given.\n\n\\\u003eOne of the men next to you stumbles as numerous quills strike him in the side and arm, but he doesn't die.\n\n\\\u003eIt's as though his body won't move on its own anymore...the quills must contain a paralytic toxin.\n\n\\\u003eThe damned smoke is pouring in through the breaches, and your mask isn't easy to see out of already.\n\n\"Fall back men.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou scramble to follow, firing as you run, the Guants now advancing under their own cover fire.\n\n\\\u003eMatt it tackled by several of them and is dragged into their mist, his flailing arms the last you see of him.\n\n\\\u003eYou fall back to the motor pool with the rest of the men, only for the large doorway to suddenly be torn open by the Carnifex.\n\n\\\u003eThe heavy stubber thunders, scything through a dozen Gaunts before it's covered in dense webbing.\n\n\\\u003eOh frak that's a big bug.\n\n\\\u003eTyranid Warrior steps in, the web cannon clutched in lower claws, the upper ones holding a pair of bone swords.\n\n\\\u003eIt's also got...boobs?\n\n\\\u003efor a moment all is still, before Sarge fires a Krak missile at it, and the fight is on.\n\n\\\u003eIt misses the Warrior, but hits the Carnifex, which prompts it to roar loudly as the Warrior raises its weapon.\n\n\\\u003eYou have your own fight, trying to keep the left flank from collapsing.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage for about ten seconds before a few quills drive into your right forearm.\n\n\\\u003eThen a Hormagaunt leaps on top of you, pinning you to the floor.\n\n\\\u003eIt probably would come up to your chin if it stood upright, and it weighed as much as your field kit, a good seventy pounds.\n\n\\\u003eYou're doing everything you can to keep the teeth and claws off you, this thing is stronger than it looks\n\n\\\u003eTow more join it, one piing your legs to the concrete floor, the\u0026nbsp; other gripping your helmet and mask.\n\n\\\u003eIt yanks them off, but not before you throw the gaunt pinning your chest to the floor off.\n\n\\\u003eYou're barely able to sit up when one of those spore pods smacks into your flak armor, the cloud enveloping your face.\n\n\\\u003eWarmth builds in your lungs and begins to spread, your body beginning to feel very hot, your face flushing badly.\n\n\\\u003eThe Gaunt behind you keeps you propped upright and begins licking your ear, the sensation sending a shudder through you.\n\n\\\u003eAcross the room and through the haze, Sarge is attacking the Warrior with a damn big wrench.\n\n\\\u003eA few Gaunts trying to ambush him from behind are accidental victims of the return swing.\n\n\\\u003eHe's gotten a few good hits on the warrior looming over him, it's missing some teeth.\n\n\\\u003eIt...or she, grabs the wrench and gives a long lick across his face.\n\n\\\u003eSarge is then thrown across the room and into a storage room, the Warrior stomping after him.\n\n\\\u003eA scythe with a finger turns your head, permitting the gaunt to tongue-fuck your mouth in your inebriate state.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to break free...only to see one of the Gaunts...presenting. Your brain just stops.\n\n\\\u003eDimly, you can feel the third nuzzling your chest, but the heat and odd sight before you make it impossible to think.\n\n\\\u003eIt isn't that alien looking, hell, its glistening with fluids and twitching slightly as the gaunt waves its rump.\n\n\\\u003eThe heat in your body heads south, and the pheromones in the air do away with silly notions such as resisting.\n\n\\\u003eThe nuzzler slices open your pants carefully, allowing your erection to fall out, twitching slightly.\n\n\\\u003eSo...hot...need to....need to\n\n\\\u003eTaking the initiative from you, the gaunt backs into you before sitting down, slipping you inside of its...her...\n\n\\\u003eThinking becomes very difficult as ridges of hot, wet, slippery, and muscular flesh envelop you.\n\n\\\u003eThen it starts moving, as though trying to drag you further in...causing you to emit all sorts of embarrassing sounds.\n\n\\\u003eYour hands grip the firm backside of the Gaunt, trying to leverage enough force to pull out and thrust.\n\n\\\u003eIt chitters happily, squealing at you relentlessly fuck, while the others nuzzle and lick in encouragement.\n\n\\\u003eYou're not sure how long it takes to reach climax, but when it hits the Guant's innards go into overdrive.\n\n\\\u003eFinally, you slip out and land heavily on your back, the cool floor welcoming with the constant heat.\n\n\\\u003eThe last thing you consciously remember is Gaunts piling atop you for their turn.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Vox operator sighed as another outpost checked in, reporting a lack of Tyranid activity where there should have been.\n\n\\\u003eThy weren't radiating outward in a consistent circle like Intel had suggested.\n\n\\\u003eAccording to General Powerstache, they were acting like an actual army, moving along points of opportunity and gathering strength.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd pointed this out in his meeting with the Commander of the armored regiment that had just arrived.\n\n\\\u003eColonel Amelia Astor Emeline Annabele Adele Sambridge however, didn't see the merit in fortifying and taking time to examine this new threat.\n\n\\\u003eIf they were to behave like soldiers, she would crush them like the army they pretended to be.\n\n\\\u003eHer assault would reach them in three days...and odds are most of it would be taken.\n\n\"Outpost 13 to Command, come in Command, over.\"\n\n\\\u003eOutpost 13 was infamous for bad Comms and infrequent reports, but the Vox Operator felt unease at the woman's voice.\n\n\"Command to Outpost 13, we read you, status report, over.\"\n\n\"Requesting reinforcements, Tyranids in area...send more men, over.\"\n\n\\\u003eA chill shot down the Vox operator's spine...he'd heard that line before.\n\n\"Negative.\"\n\n\"Send...More...Men.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe cut the channel and switched to command's main channel to deliver the news...Outpost 13 had been overrun.\n\n==========================================================================\n\nDay 22 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eBe in the Imperial guard, more specifically an armored regiment.\n\n\\\u003eYou've had a good run, you were part of a good crew, and you guys had a good tank.\n\n\\\u003eThe Leman Russ Eradicator had seen you through more than a dozen worlds.\n\n\\\u003eNow you were gonna get eaten by Tyranids, all because the regimental commander had an ego.\n\n\\\u003eColonel Amelia Astor Emeline Annabele Adele Sambridge was an absolute toad of a woman in all definitions of the word.\n\n\\\u003eShe was located in her Baneblade Righteous Indignation towards the front of the formation.\n\n\\\u003eIt had a specially built extra-large hatch to permit passage of her wider than tall body.\n\n\\\u003eShe was of noble birth, and had a halfway decent grasp on tactics, which the rest of the regiment picked up the slack.\n\n\\\u003eThis time, she'd gone into the deep end, and was charging a formation of Tyranids without much Intel.\n\n\\\u003eThere had been a lot of conflicting information on those Tyranids, some of it nearly impossible to believe.\n\n\\\u003eApparently, rumor had it the Tyranids were all female...very female...and had been abducting guardsmen.\n\n\\\u003eIt had been two days since the formation had set out, and you were now entering an area the locals called the Scrub-land.\n\n\\\u003eIslands of trees in a large grassy plain, set before a large equatorial forest. This was where the Tyranids had to cross.\n\n\\\u003eThe Toad's grand plan involved digging into those islands of trees and blasting at the 'nids until they stopped coming.\n\n\\\u003eThis would work, if a Genestealer cult wasn't using the deep space scanners to jam most of the orbital sensors.\n\n\\\u003eThat and the heat scans were useless thanks to the dense foliage...so nobody knew exactly where the Tyranids were.\n\n\\\u003eYour tank Commander could only agree, as had the only sane Commissar in the regiment, Commissar Wolfe.\n\n\\\u003eSo, you all had a few good laughs, and started heading into the final battle you would ever be part of.\n\n\\\u003eNervously, you clutch at the forward bolter's handles, thumbs over the triggers, panning back and forth as you scan for a target.\n\n\\\u003eForest is another hour ahead when it all goes to shit.\n\n\\\u003eForward scouting unit stats facing Tyranids, mostly Gaunts with a few warriors mixed in.\n\n\\\u003eOdd part about the initial report is that they are in foxholes and trenches, scattered near the little forest islands.\n\n\\\u003eThe Colonel is not happy about this, and either tries to bellow order into her Vox caster or eat the damned thing.\n\n\\\u003eToadie Commissars translate this as drive the damned Xenos filth out, those are our positions to occupy, not theirs.\n\n\\\u003eGrudgingly, your unit does so, Your tank and a Punisher pushing up the front, a Hellhound to the flanks, and a standard Leman Russ at the back.\n\n\\\u003eThen it starts raining spore mines and other Tyranid munitions, all over the place, and with odd effects\n\n\\\u003eSome of the spore mines slow to a stop a short distance off the ground thanks to parachutes, and belch out immense clouds of smoke.\n\n\\\u003eWithin moments, a wall of thick fog tinged pink surround the tree islands, and more are landing around the forward parts of the formation.\n\n\\\u003eThen the Tyranids start pummeling the column with all manner of munitions, with a variety of effects.\n\n\\\u003eIt would seem that the Tyranids are using a mirror of the Colonel's \"Grand Plan\" against her.\n\n\\\u003eUpon realizing and/or being informed of this, she proceeds to voice her feeling on the matter to everyone in earshot\n\n\"REEEEEEEEEE\"\n\n\\\u003eSuffice to say, things go very bad, very swiftly, but through no fault of the vehicle crews.\n\n\\\u003eThe fog is thick enough to hide the large breeds of Tyranids, Tyranofexes, Exocines, Carnifexes, the works.\n\n\\\u003eEveryone began to clump up, turning their guns outwards and hosing down swarms of Gaunts.\n\n\\\u003eBut then they change tactics almost immediately, shooting and advancing while in cover.\n\n\\\u003eThen the ground starts opening up near tanks, as Raveners eject from the soil along with groups of Warriors and Genestealers.\n\n\\\u003eYour formation is able to avoid encirclement, and Commissar Wolfe is sane enough to know when to fall back.\n\n\"Tactical Withdraw,\" He orders from his Vanquisher, \"Cover each other and keep moving. Do not stop.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe withdraw immediately takes place, as all but the most stubborn/insane individuals would see the folly of sticking around\n\n\\\u003eDoubly so with the way this ambush had taken, and was still taking place.\n\n\\\u003eRadio chatter indicates that most of the column is being immobilized and disarmed. And that the Tyranids do have boobs.\n\n\\\u003eMost notably, they use some kind of rapidly hardening resin to immobilize their targets, preventing them from escaping\n\n\\\u003eEven as you hose down a Ravener, you note entire tanks are coated in bony resin or thick webbing, weapons destroyed.\n\n\\\u003eOdd behavior for a race who exist to consume all in their path, especially as reports come in of guardsmen being grabbed.\n\n\\\u003eThen shit hits the fan, as a Chimera on the right explodes, the work of a Baneblade cannon.\n\n\\\u003eColonel Amelia Astor Emeline Annabele Adele Sambridge was definitely pissed, executing her own people for running.\n\n\\\u003eClearly, she and most Commissars think it is do or die...and as such, are chasing down the \"defectors\"\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, the Leman Russ is knocked clean over from below, and you are slammed up against one of the walls.\n\n\\\u003eA few seconds later, you and the rest of the crew bail out, laspistols drawn and scrambling to catch up\n\n\\\u003eYou do not want to get left behind, but it's clear that you might not have very long to climb onto a vehicle.\n\n\\\u003eSomething massive screams, and you turn to watch what happens, curiosity overcoming common sense.\n\n\\\u003eThe largest Ravener you've ever seen was charging the Righteous Indignation, claws wide.\n\n\\\u003eA hole is blown through it, and you can see the fat toad smiling sadistically from her perch, as she turns the stormbolter toward you.\n\n\\\u003eDeath is only prevented when the world around you explodes tossing you into the air a few feet and dumping you into the dirt\n\n\\\u003eYour ears are ringing and vision is blurred, but you've grown used to shell-shock, so it passes quickly.\n\n\\\u003eThe Righteous Indignation is covered in bony resin, webs, and quite a few weapons have been blown off.\n\n\\\u003eThe toad, somehow, didn't get hit by all of this, and is struggling to heave herself from the hatch.\n\n\\\u003eYou can hear the sound of her cursing easily, even with the battle raging near you\n\nSCREEEEE\n\n\\\u003eThe frak is that?\n\n\\\u003eA giant Tyranid you've never seen before comes out of the hole next to your tank and runs at the Baneblade.\n\n\\\u003eIt covers the distance in moments, knocking a few smaller Tyranids out of the way.\n\n\\\u003eIt has no problem lifting the screaming fat woman from the tank, before its chest suddenly opens.\n\n\\\u003eColonel Amelia Astor Emeline Annabele Adele Sambridge was popped into its chest-mouth like a hors d'oeuvre\n\n\\\u003eThe thing takes a few lumbering steps before lurching to a halt, and expelling the Colonel, retching and gagging.\n\n\\\u003eWell, who would think a race of Xenos that literally ate everything in sight to be picky eaters?\n\n\\\u003emoments later, she's given a thorough coating of rapidly hardening resin, immobilizing her entirely\n\n\\\u003eDidn't see where the crazy 'nid was, but seeing as you lost your laspistol, you don't want to draw attention to yourself\n\n\\\u003eYou come around a dirt embankment, only to see a sight that makes your blood run cold\n\n\\\u003eIt's a damn Exocrine, and its aiming for the retreating armor with its bio-plasma weapon.\n\n\\\u003eNot only that, it seems to be aiming for Commissar Wolfe's tank, as though it knows he's coordinating the retreat.\n\n\\\u003eYou have to stop it, but how do you stop a Tyranid the size of a tank...run up and stab it in the ass?\n\n\\\u003eSpeaking of ass, it isn't half bad for a massive insectoid monster that fires plasma\n\n\\\u003eA bit of fluid dribbles down as it shifts slightly...and if your awkward first time with a woman had taught you anything...\n\n\\\u003eYou run forward, beg the Emperor for forgiveness for what you're about to do...\n\n\\\u003eWith your running start, you slide under the creatures short stubby tail, and spot your target.\n\n\\\u003eIt's oddly human looking, if a little upsized and drooling copiously\n\n\"For the Emperor!\"\n\n\\\u003eYears of being the forward gunner on a Leman Russ ensures your aim it true.\n\n\\\u003eYour hand slips inside easily thanks to the lubrication, and thankfully, there are no teeth.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to get halfway to your elbow when she clenches down and gives a bone-rattling shudder.\n\n\\\u003eGrimacing, you begin thrusting your fist into the creature, doing your best to fight the gripping muscles\n\n\\\u003eYou have the most awkward and shameful boner right now...but if the creatures breathing is anything to go by, it's distracted.\n\n\\\u003eYou spot a familiar nub of flesh, and decide to double down on this heresy.\n\n\\\u003eBio-plasma screams from the creature and strikes the ground fifty meters away, showering everything in hot soil.\n\n\\\u003eYou permit yourself a moment of triumph, the rest of the regiment should be safe...for now at the very least.\n\n\\\u003eThe deep rumble from above reminds you just where you are, and the flesh gripping your arm tightens.\n\n\\\u003eSelf-sacrifices is great and all, but you've just molested a very large Tyranid...and damned your soul to the warp.\n\n\\\u003eIt raises its tail and backside, before it starts thrusting back, causing you to smack into her enormous ass.\n\n\\\u003eFor a few moments, you're treated like a combination of paddleball and dildo.\n\n\\\u003eThe Exocrine goes still, before it decides to be rid of you.\n\n\\\u003eYou were not prepared to be used as a sex toy, much less several tons of ass striking you at high speed.\n\n\\\u003eYou go tumbling, coming to rest at the edge of a crater, with a severe case of tank shock.\n\n\\\u003eWhen it clears, you're staring up at a panting exocrine, a very long tongue hanging from its fanged maw and....\n\n\\\u003eBy the Emperor, each of its...her boobs, are bigger than you...how did it move with those things?\n\n\\\u003eAnd why was the cannon giving you bedroom eyes?\n\n\\\u003eWith a growl, one of the enormous talons impales your pants through the crotch.\n\n\\\u003eThen it kisses you, and by kiss, you mean force about a foot of tongue into your mouth.\n\n\\\u003eYour jaw aches, and the hot, slimy muscle invading your mouth wriggles in your throat.\n\n\\\u003eYour trousers are torn with ease, exposing you dick to the Exocrine, and to any onlooking Tyranids\n\n\\\u003eBreaking its kiss, the Exocrine trails its tongue down your chest before giving you a few licks\n\n\\\u003eYou do your best not to react, but you still squirm under its touch.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, it stops, before glaring up at its cannon, which is glaring back? Alien Biology\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, the damned plasma cannon is leveled at you, the opening twitching slightly.\n\n\\\u003eYour first instinct is to dodge, but you're suddenly under a barrage of quills and a spore pod.\n\n\\\u003eYou slump back down to the ground, a dozen quills in your limbs and a spore cloud engulfing your head.\n\n\\\u003eOn the lip of the crater, a few Gaunts engage in what sounds like laughter.\n\n\\\u003eYou can be bothered to think too hard on that, you feel really hot for some reason, and its heading south.\n\n\\\u003eYou can hardly move as the Exocrine takes your dick into its plasma cannon.\n\n\\\u003eThanks to the tongue job earlier, you slide in as the opening grips down on your cock.\n\n\\\u003eThen the damned thing vibrates somehow, and you groan from the sensation.\n\n\\\u003eWhy does this feel so good?\n\n\\\u003eAs you begin to reach your climax, you come to a sudden understanding that these weren't mere Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eThey had to be Daemonids of Slanessh...it explained far too much.\n\n\\\u003eAll further thoughts are cut off as you erupt, moaning like a virgin.\n\n\\\u003ePanting, you come to your sense as a shadow is cast over you.\n\n\\\u003eThe last thing you see is the Exocrine's ass coming down atop you.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eBe General Powerstache\n\n\\\u003eYour glory days had long since passed, and you'd been stuck on this backwater planet because of politics\n\n\\\u003eNo more glorious charges\n\n\\\u003eNo more grand Campaigns\n\n\\\u003eJust making sure order is kept on this new colony\n\n\\\u003eYou've faced the Great Devourer before, you knew how it worked\n\n\\\u003eThis world was doomed, no matter how badly you stalled.\n\n\\\u003eTo make matters worse, they were all very much female, and were like rabbits in spring.\n\n\\\u003eNormally, this would not be so bad, but the sector governor had decided that his new colony would be founded by prisoners\n\n\\\u003eOnly male criminals were sent here, and without a woman in sight...some were less reserved.\n\n\\\u003eDesertion was a problem, and the Commissars were barely holding things together.\n\n\\\u003eCommissar Wolfe managed to save 30% of a doomed armored regiment, a small miracle.\n\n\"Sir, Servo-Skull with a message for you.\"\n\n\"Hmm, what does it say?\"\n\n\"It's marked for your eyes only.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou motion for the Servo-Skull to play its message, and the face of a haggard Guardsman appears.\n\n\"This is Sergeant Greg Mansfield of outpost 13,\" HE announces, \"This is probably all manner of heretical, but I think I've found a weakness in the enemy.\"\n\n==========================================================================\n\nDay 19 of invasion\n\n\\\u003e Be Sergeant Greg \"Sarge\" Mansfield of the Emperor's most vaunted Imperial Guard.\n\n\\\u003eBe assigned to backwater prisoner established colony by the Administratum after years of front-line service\n\n\\\u003eBe assigned to Outpost 13, the bottom of the bottomless pit in regards to worst place to be stationed\n\n\\\u003eThe Commissar drank constantly, and was swift to find any source of booze and confiscate it.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd come up with inane punishments, only understandable thanks to years of listening to your drunk squad-mates.\n\n\\\u003eHis cadet was worse, a damnable sociopath who got off on shooting people...for any reason.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow Commissar Drunk kept him in line, if only barely, and you somehow managed to keep the boys from offing him\n\n\\\u003eIT would have been worth it, a small, heretical voice argued...a unfortunate accident...but temptation was to be resisted.\n\n\\\u003eThen there was that damned, asine, Tech-Priest, assigned to Outpost 13 because anywhere else would result in his death.\n\n\\\u003eOnly he was sanctified to fix anything, lest the machine spirits be displeased, and anything you fixed, well, best get the litanies right.\n\n\\\u003eBut somehow, you and the boys made things work, despite the entirety of the galaxy doing its best to prevent it.\n\n\\\u003eOutpost 13 became a horrible home, but you knew there were worse places to be.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then the damned Tyranids showed up, bringing back memories of that ill-fated struggle.\n\n\\\u003eYou still had nightmares from that Emperor forsaken planet, which had long been reduced to a lifeless husk of itself.\n\n\\\u003eNow, it was going to happen all again...and there was nothing you could do about it.\n\n\\\u003eBut the Emperor protects, and even if you were to die, you be at his side.\n\n\\\u003eAs dawn started breaking on Outpost 13, the boys had looked to you for guidance.\n\n\\\u003eThe situation had passed grimdark long ago, but Outpost 13 had ingrained you all with a dark sense of humor.\n\n\\\u003eThen that dammed Vox unit had delivered something that would shake an Imperial Fist.\n\n\\\u003eSince when did the Tyranids demand someone surrender?\n\n\\\u003eThey should have overrun this base days ago with their numbers...not treat it as mostly unimportant.\n\n\\\u003eThen the attack came in earnest, and they started punching holes in the walls, as though they somehow knew the doors were wired.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a minute, you and the rest of the boys had been forced into the indoor motor-pool.\n\n\\\u003eAs expected, the damned Carnifex tore the door open, allowing Gaunts to pour into the room.\n\n\\\u003eThey were shredded by fire from the heavy stubber, and you could feel the combat stim starting to kick in.\n\n\\\u003eThen the stubber was enveloped by what looked like white sticky goop which rapidly harden into webs.\n\n\\\u003eThe damned warrior strides in like it owns the place, and your vision begin to tinge with red.\n\n\\\u003eYou roar, lifting the only missile launcher you had access to and sending a Krak missile at it.\n\n\\\u003eIt managed to dodge the missile, turning and watching as it struck the Carnifex in the knee.\n\n\\\u003eThe roar was almost deafening, but so too was the amount of gunfire in the enclosed space.\n\n\\\u003eYou broke your stubber on a Gaunt's face, spattering yourself with gore, as you reached for your backup weapon.\n\n\\\u003eA meter long wrench that was often used to adjust the Tech-priest, to be precise.\n\n\\\u003eBellowing, you charge forward through the Gaunts, each swing of the wrench sending them flying.\n\n\\\u003eSeconds later, you're before the Warrior, which looms over you by a good two feet.\n\n\\\u003eThing has the nerve to smile at you, and despite the fact it's the size of an Astartes, you don't care.\n\n\\\u003eYou didn't care that you were hopelessly outclassed\n\n\\*ping\\*\n\n\\\u003eYou didn't care that you were going to die\n\n\\*clang\\*\n\n\\\u003eYou didn't care that the thing had boobs\n\n\\*ping\\*\n\n\\\u003eYou just wanted to wipe the smile off the fraking things ugly face!\n\n\\*catch\\*\n\n\\\u003eThe wrench came to a jarring halt in one of the Warrior's hands, the tool bent and covered in blood\n\n\\\u003eAs for the Tyranid warrior, it was missing a few teeth and the chitin shell was chipped in a few spots...\n\n\\\u003eAnd it was still grinning, even as it bent down to look you in the eye, a rumbling chuckle in its chest.\n\n\\\u003eIdly, you notice it's grabbed you balled up fist in one of the other hands it has free.\n\n\\\u003eThe overly long tongue draaggs up your face and neck, the thing purring like the engine on a Chimera.\n\n\"Yessss....you will do.\"\n\n\\\u003etheabsolutefrak.face\n\n\\\u003eThen you go flying across the room and through the doors to the tech-priest's workshop.\n\n\\\u003eFortunately, you still have plenty of combat stim running through your blood, though that doesn't help with matters.\n\n\\\u003eTyranids weren't supposed to talk...or have boobs.\n\n\\\u003eYou can both hear and feel the thing approaching, along with the sounds of your men being slaughtered.\n\n\\\u003eWait a moment, that doesn't quiet sound like moans of despair and meat being ripped apart...are they having an orgy out there or something?\n\n\\\u003eYou do your best to suck air back into your lungs and stand up.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tech-priest kept his workshop dimly lit, light from the cogitator screens and various devices being the only light.\n\n\\\u003eNumerous chains dangle from the ceiling, and a pair of heavy duty servitors are tucked against a wall.\n\n\\\u003eGetting back on your feet, you spot a workbench with a few items on it, brightly lit by the lamp.\n\n\\\u003eIt's then that the door comes off its hinges as the warrior steps in, her eyes drinking in your form.\n\n\\\u003eYou're lifted into the air like a toy, level with the thing's drooling maw.\n\n\\\u003eStill purring like an engine, she slathers your face with her hot, slimy tongue, forcing it into your lips.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't close your teeth fast enough, and it slides down your throat, making you gag.\n\n\\\u003eOne of its hands starts fondling your junk, and you realize just what she's after, and you redouble your struggles.\n\n\\\u003eIt amounts to little, as the Tyranid warrior had more arms and is more woman than you could ever handle.\n\n\\\u003eDespite the fact she is a foul Xenos, the warrior is giving you an expert hand-job, but you're not getting hard for some reason.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a minute of this, the Tyranid grunts in frustration, breaking the kiss and lifting your crotch to eye level.\n\n\\\u003eShe grumbles, before bringing you close and taking a good sniff, as if trying to puzzle out the problem.\n\n\"It it broken?\"\n\n\\\u003eInwardly, you hope not, because Xenos or not, you'd be more than a little stiff at this point.\n\n\"You won't violate me Xenos scum,\" You growl, \"Besides, I prefer actual women to whatever twisted mockery you kind have created.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" The warrior says, her Gothic heavily accented, \"This one is superior to your females in every way possible.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can argue, your head is shoved firmly between her breasts, the soft flesh spilling over your shoulders and sealing you in.\n\n\\\u003eSound from the outside world is muffled completely, permitting you to hear the heavy breathing of the Tyranid Warrior\n\n\\\u003eHer pulse sounds strange, as though there is more than one heart thumping away in her chest.\n\n\\\u003eShe's using her upper arms to both immobilize your own and keep your head between her boobs.\n\n\\\u003eThe lower ones are gripping your ass in a manner that can be summed up as the word \"Mine.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's also using them to grind you against her lower lips, which leak a thick, hot, and sticky fluid while flexing slightly.\n\n\\\u003ePious servant of the Emperor or not, no man should be soft under this much feminine assault, so why are you...\n\n\\\u003eIt hits like a power-fist: the combat stim is directing your blood-flow to your muscles, and away from your groin.\n\n\\\u003eOnce it wears off, the damned Xenos will violate you to her heart's content...not good.\n\n\\\u003eShe's also getting frustrated with the lack of stimulus, hell, she even makes a whine, only for it to stop short, replaced by a growl.\n\n\\\u003eYou are yanked from between her breasts, inhaling great gulps of air, while the Tryanid squirms for some reason.\n\n\"Wha's a mattah,\" You say, \"Can gettit up?\"\n\nShe squints, \"What did you do to yourself human?\"\n\n\"Neva.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe heaves you against a workbench, before turning around and presenting her ass...one that would be the envy of many Imperial nobles.\n\n\\\u003eYou're still out of breath from the breast smothering earlier, you can't move in time before you're buried within it.\n\n\\\u003eYou try to force it off you, our fingers sinking to the second joint in fat, but the steel cables that are her muscle tell all.\n\n\\\u003eTyranid Warriors can weigh in at a metric ton, and even if this one is on the petite side, you can't force her away.\n\n\\\u003eHer drooling cunt is pressed firmly against your lips, and her rocking smears it across your face\n\n\"Lick or suffocate...the choice is yours human.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer damn tail drapes over your skull in an effort to drive you further in, the creak of muscle audible.\n\n\\\u003eYou have to escape before you run out of oxygen, or before the combat stim wears off.\n\n\\\u003eYou hand fumbles across the workbench, looking for something, anything to use to try and get her off.\n\n\\\u003eShe slaps her own ass-cheeks, the concussive wave jarring your brain and breaking your focus.\n\n\\\u003eA bit of her fluid enters your mouth, the sweet substance sending heat flooding through your face, and then southwards.\n\n\\\u003eYou dick gives a slight twitch, something the warrior makes a note of.\n\n\"Ah, so it does work,\" She coos, \"It just needed...convincing.\"\n\n\\\u003eAnother slap, the concussions and lack of oxygen pushing you to desperation, your body seizing up.\n\n\\\u003eYour hand brushed against a button, and without hesitation you push it.\n\n\\\u003eThere is a whirring and clacking sound from the far side of the room, as the servitors boot up.\n\n\"MEAT DETECTED....SPECIES...TYRANID...TYPE...WARRIOR...SUBDUE.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranid turns, gasps, and moves away, freeing you to gulp down what air you can while struggling to your feet.\n\n\\\u003eShe seems terrified of the servitors lurching toward her from the shadows, but that might be oxygen deprivation.\n\n\\\u003eYou examine the remote a little more carefully, as well as whatever else is on the workbench\n\n\\\u003eIt seems to control the overhead lift assembly, with an added button for the servitors.\n\n\\\u003eThere is also something that can only be described as a power-dildo, with a note \"short battery life, needs improving\"\n\n\\\u003eThird...by the Emperor everyone thought the tech-priest had destroyed it.\n\n\\\u003eIt's a modified missile launcher, but with a servo-skull warhead for sending long range messages...you could notify command.\n\n\\\u003eStill, you wish you had something of value to send to command, other than Outpost 13 being overrun.\n\n\\\u003eWait...\n\n\\\u003eYou give the power-dildo a good look...and recall that Tyranid warriors are synapse creatures...\n\n\\\u003eIf killing one of them sent the lessers into a frenzy...this was heretical, but given you were damned anyway...wouldn't hurt to check.\n\n\\\u003eOne thing is certain however, she is terrified of the servitors...trying to remove them from her arms but also trying to avoid hurting them.\n\n\\\u003eShe was also babbling like a civilian in a chaos war-zone, nearly close to tears.\n\n\\\u003eWell, given that said servitors used to be good friends of yours at one point, you understood the horror of their dead expressions.\n\n\\\u003eDamned tech-priest had really rubbed it in.\n\n\\\u003eThe three of them were beneath the series of chains and hoist equipment, it looked fairly heavy...\n\n\\\u003eYou glance down at the remote and find the right...ah, there's the button.\n\nCling\\*\n\n\"WARNING\"\n\n\\*Crash\\*\n\n\\\u003eHuh, that actually worked, the Warrior is pinned, and conveniently ass up and relatively unharmed.\n\n\\\u003eYou heft the power dildo and a length of chain, before turning it on.\n\n\\*BZZZZZZZZZZ\\*\n\n\"What are you doing? What happened to those people? Get this off of meeeEeEh?!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's leaking like a faucet, and just a brush off the power dildo makes her let out a shrill cry, her legs twitching.\n\n\\\u003eOddly human too...you shake your head and decide to get on with this...heresy.\n\n\"No,\" She actually has the audacity to beg, \"Not like this, I'm supposed to pin you down, you're human...how did you?\"\n\n\"Listen well Xenos,\" You say, \"You and your foul kin might have defiled my men and damned them to a fate worse than death...but you haven't beaten us. So, even if you have victory today, I will make it as bitter as possible. Now, let's see if my theory holds true.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe makes some strange chittering noise and you start to apply pressure and penetrate her with the power dildo.\n\n\\\u003eHer efforts to remain silent fail, her moan escaping between clenched teeth and deep enough to vibrate your ribs.\n\n\\\u003eYou hear movement, and spot a few Hormagaunts entering the room...they seem to be slightly out of it\n\n\\\u003eJust give a little push...and they buckle at the knees, and you wince at the sound of talons scraping the rockcrete floor.\n\n\\\u003eHopefully those chains hold.\n\n\\\u003eYou ease the power dildo in and out, ignoring the Warrior and focusing on the reactions of the Gaunts.\n\n\\\u003eAs predicted, they squirm with increasing intensity, along with the Warrior's growling and thrashing.\n\n\\\u003eYou flip the power-dildo into high power, and slide it in as far as it can go into the clenching cunt of the Tyranid.\n\n\\\u003eThe Warrior raises her head in silent scream as she locks up, twitching and thrashing as she climaxes.\n\n\\\u003eAll of the Gaunts go rigid with their own, mewling and chirping, a few of them begin to masturbate.\n\n\\\u003eHell, you even hear the Carnifex outside roar...damn that has some range to it.\n\n\\\u003eWell, with that confirmed, you best deliver that message to high command, might do them some good.\n\n\\\u003eThere is the sound of metal straining, and you turn to see the Tyranid warrior pulling on her restraints, one of the chains coming apart.\n\n\\\u003eYou heft the missile launcher and run out of the storage room, and come across the remains of your men's last stand\n\n\\\u003eHard to spot most of the boys, given that they're buried under a number of Gaunts...or impaling them.\n\n\\\u003eIn the other room, the Tyranid Warrior cries out again, and every Gaunt in the room follows suit, twitching madly\n\n\\\u003eThere's no time to waste however, you've got to get to the roof of the compound, and get that message out.\n\n\\\u003eJim and Dwayne had briefed you on the Servo Skull Launchers functions; it was easy to activate the thing.\n\n\"Please select message destination.\"\n\n\"General Powerstache.\"\n\n\"Recording initiated after the \\*beep\\*\"\n\n\"This is Sergeant Greg Mansfield of Outpost 13. This is probably all manner of heretical, but I think I've found a weakness in the enemy.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou dash up the stairs, the servo skull shifting to keep your face in view.\n\n\"I was able to pin down a Tyranid Warrior inside the tech-priest's workshop...found something I can only describe as a power dildo.\"\n\n\\\u003eSecond floor has a few gunners pinned down by Gargoyles, their eyes tracking you as you move across the room to the ladder.\n\n\"I'm not sure that you've been informed that the Xenos are...very female, and perhaps a bit to human for anyone's liking.\"\n\n\\\u003eLooks like the 'nids set off the mines up top, if the bits of blood dribbling down were any indication.\n\n\"They seem to have the singular goal of defiling us through...explicit means sir, but this can be a weakness if exploited correctly.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shoulder the launcher and begin to climb, taking care not to slip. Outside, the Carnifex lets out another wail of pleasure.\n\n\"The manual states that killing the big ones send the little ones into a frenzy or even outright kills them. As stated earlier, I was able to incapacitate a warrior.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou finally reach the top, only to hear numerous metallic snaps, and the most sulfurous swearing to leave a woman's mouth.\n\n\"I found that inducing...ah hell, I got her to orgasm, every Guant in the building and the Carnifex outside came too.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou stare at the Servo Skull, before giving it a short salute.\n\n\"Not sure I have any other information of value, Outpost 13 is overrun, consider this our final message. The Emperor Protects.\"\n\n\"End recording.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith a beep, the servo-skull locks into flight position, and you aim in the general direction of High Command.\n\n\\\u003eHopefully, they get this in time.\n\n\\*Fw-WHOOSH\\*\n\n\\\u003eYou have about three seconds to enjoy watching that thing sail off into the distance before numerous pricks lace your body.\n\n\\\u003eMoments later, your arms turn to jelly, and a pair of Gargoyles land next to you. They looks a little flushed.\n\n\\\u003eYou're flown back to the motor-pool, where one very pissed off warrior is waiting for you, her eyes partially glazed over.\n\n\"You'll wish you'd just given in human.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe lifts you into the air by your legs, spreading them as you come face to face with the power dildo.\n\n\\*Shloorp\\*\n\n\\*BZZZZZZZZZ\\*\n\n\\\u003eShe takes hold of the power-dildo as though it were a dagger and raises it high overhead, the target obvious.\n\n\\\u003eYou can't even clench your backside, let alone grit your teeth, in preparation for what was to come.\n\n\\*BZZZZzzzzzzzzttt....\\*\n\n\\\u003eBoth of you stare at the power dildo, and you thank the Emperor the tech-priest did not solve his battery problem.\n\n\\\u003eIt's then you land square on your back upon one of the utility vehicles, the Tyranid leering at you, taking in shaky breaths.\n\n\"You've managed o outwit, overpower, and have a better run of luck than me, human, have any idea how arousing that is?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe hoists both of your legs into the air, while her other hand guides your rock-hard erection inside.\n\n\\\u003eHer walls grip down like an iron fist in a wet, hot velvet glove, drawing a gasp from your lips\n\n\"I just know our offspring will be powerful and able leaders...doesn't that excite you?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou do your best to look away, overcome with shame that you hadn't even had a chance to deny them your body.\n\n\\\u003eAnother of her hands grips your head and forces you to look at her, her expression gleeful.\n\n\"I want to watch as your eyes roll back into your skull and your tongue loll out of your mouth.\"\n\n\"I want to see it when you break!\"\n\n\\\u003eHer hips slam into yours, her internal musculature seemingly designed to milk you dry...but still, you do your best to resist\n\n\\\u003eYou're not sure how long you last, but she smashes her hips against yours and does a grinding rolling combination.\n\n\"Why resist, why not just give in? You only delay the inevitable.\"\n\n\"That's what the guard does best, Xenos...\"\n\n\\\u003eHer motions intensify, and while you do delay her prize, she all but sucks it out of you when you climax.\n\n\\\u003eAlong with a good part of your soul, you assume.\n\n\\\u003eFor\u0026nbsp; moment, you lie there, panting, struggling to understand why such a horrible thing felt so good.\n\n\\\u003eThen she molests your mouth and throat with her tongue, moaning in delight.\n\n\"We're just getting started sergeant, I want to see. You. Break!\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eGeneral Cornelius Rupert had watched the recording loop for several iterations before hitting the pause button on the cogitator.\n\n\\\u003eFor a while, he sat in silence, the ambiance of his private study broken only by muted intercom messages.\n\n\\\u003eThen, his mustache began to twitch, and a smile broke out on his face.\n\n\"So, that's what you want, you want the D.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe grinned feraly, leaning over the pic-screen displaying the second floor of the outpost.\n\n\"Very well Xenos, you'll get the D, but it's going to be on our terms.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe began to laugh, as a new tactical plan began to form.\n\n\\\u003eHe might just be able to buy enough time for naval reinforcements to liberate this planet.\n\n=============================================================\n\n\\\u003eDay 24 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eWorking for the mechanics had a few downsides, but it was a living that you'd come to accept.\n\n\\\u003eSure, there were hazardous conditions, hours were long, and pay was modest, but it was a living.\n\n\\\u003eThe constant jeers from the numerous tech-priests about the weakness of flesh was demeaning but...tech-priests hated all meat-bags equally\n\n\\\u003eThere were benefits to working for them however, nothing ever stayed broken down for long.\n\n\\\u003eThat, and in the event of invasion, the ore processing plant had a few squads of Skitarii and several servo-turrets.\n\n\\\u003eGood thing too, because a bunch of Tyranids had decided to come and attack the place.\n\n\\\u003eThe din of battle roared around you now, as you and your fellow workers sought cover.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow, the Tyrnaids had started pouring up a cooling intake pipe leading to a nearby lake.\n\n\\\u003eThey also knew how to use det-packs for some reason or another, and were pouring in.\n\n\\\u003eOddly, they were behaving a lot differently than what you were told to expect.\n\n\\\u003eFor one, you'd spotted a tide of Gaunts to run into a room, only to scramble out, lumbering servitors in pursuit.\n\n\\\u003eThen there was a really big one, with a set of boobs that probably generated their won gravitational pull.\n\n\\\u003eFinally, they seemed more interested in capturing people alive for some reason, he more lethal ordinance aimed at defenses.\n\n\"THAESE AHH MOY MAHSHAYNS!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look across the room to see Ned \"Ironjaw\" Kelly, kicking all kinds of Xenos ass.\n\n\\\u003eOf all the Tech priests here, he was one of the nicer ones, opting to replace his fleshy bits only when they broke.\n\n\\\u003eBit obsessive when it came to the equipment in the plant, regarding it his babies or something.\n\n\\\u003eNow he'd donned a suit of what could only be called servo-armor and was laying into the 'nids\n\n\\\u003eYou resumed running along a catwalk, trying to figure out where exactly an evacuation point was, or if there was one.\n\n\\\u003eProbably the landing pads, that's where you were running now, panting and gasping.\n\n\\\u003eOn a higher walkway, a coworker screamed as a flock of Gargoyles descended on him.\n\n\\\u003eUp and away he went, bits of his clothing raining down, his screams cutting out suddenly.\n\n\\\u003eYour feet pound across the metal grating, head swiveling frantically to identify any threats to your existence.\n\n\\\u003eTyranids consumed entire worlds, even if you did get out of the facility alive, you'd die a horrible death.\n\n\\\u003eYou weren't that desperate, not just yet, you were going to get out of here alive.\n\n\"Warning, emergency shutdown protocols in effect. Please turn equipment off and proceed calmly towards the exits.\"\n\n\\\u003eThrone-dammed automated messenger, proceeding calmly towards the exits was not the optimal strategy in these circumstances.\n\n\\\u003eGreat, you've been around the Cogboys long enough you're starting to think like them.\n\n\\\u003eYou spot a lift shaft a hundred feet from you, and break into a sprint, it should take you to an upper level.\n\n\\\u003eOne with access to the landing pads, and hopefully covered by the servo-turret defenses.\n\n\\*Slam\\*\n\n\\\u003eHope dies with that noise, as something invisible lands on the catwalk a few yards away, metal buckling under the weight\n\n\\\u003eSlowly, it becomes translucent, then fully viable, pale pinkish skin with dark pink/moderate purple armor.\n\n\\\u003eIts upper limbs are long, looming above it in the air as it stalks towards you, twitching slightly.\n\n\\\u003eThe mouth is covered with writhing, drooling tentacles, and its...her breast are bigger than your head.\n\n\\\u003eYou're not sure on whether you should be frightened or horny, leaving you with a very confused boner.\n\n\\\u003eMatters are not help by the Tyranid bouncing her boobs and making a come hither gesture.\n\n\"01000110 01010101 01000011 01001011 00100001\"\n\n\\\u003eA heavy weapons servitor slams down in front of the Tyranid, causing the catwalk to buckle heavily.\n\n\\\u003eYour ribs ache after being slammed into the rail, but the 'nid's attention is on the heavy bolter the servitor carries.\n\n\\\u003eShe pins it to the catwalk with a lightning fast movement of her upper arms, but the Servitor is not dissuaded.\n\n\\\u003eThere is a burst of bolter-fire that tears into the supports of the particular section of catwalk.\n\n\\\u003eThe 'nid's eyes widen and she gives a small shriek as they plummet downwards.\n\n\\\u003ePraise the Emperor, now, to clear the gap.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow, you barely manage to clear it, nearly falling into the abyss yourself, grunting and swearing as you pull yourself up.\n\n\\\u003eYou pull a length of rail free to use as a bludgeon, better than using your fists for something like that.\n\n\\\u003eRight, the cargo lifts, you hit the call button and the barred entrance opens, revealing a waiting car for you to take.\n\n\\\u003eYou smack the button for the level you need, sighing slightly as the doors close.\n\n\\\u003eOddly enough, a hymn to the Omnissiah begins to play from a static-y speaker...\n\n\\\u003eYou're almost to the correct level when the whole lift rocks, and metal squeals somewhere above you.\n\n\\\u003eThe lift is stuck between levels, another maintenance catwalk below, a heavy freight line above.\n\n\\\u003eThere's a loud static squeal, and the music stops playing.\n\n\"Hey, cahn someone geeve me a hahnd weeth thiiies Tyrynid Guahd? She's a biieht haefty t' hahndle on moy own heah!\"\n\n\\\u003eWell, Ironjaw seems a little to occupied to fix the lift.\n\n\"Oi, come bahck weeth moy suhvao-trousahs yah dahmned Genstaylah!\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can move, the door to the lift is pried open by a very familiar set of forelimbs.\n\n\"Stop running, I don't want you tired out.\"\n\n\"...You...talk?\"\n\n\"Oh, trust me,\" She coos, \"There's no need for words human, not for what I have in mind.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou're about to retort when an ominous stomping noise starts getting louder and shaking the lift.\n\n\"MAAANNNN!\"\n\n\\\u003eIncoming Carnifex with immense bouncing boobs and copious drooling.\n\n\\\u003eYou throw yourself to the floor away from the door the moment she collides with the upper part of the lift.\n\n\\\u003eThere is an un-fathomable series of metallic rending noises, flailing limbs, and Xenos screaming.\n\n\\\u003eIt ends with the smaller Tyranid doing her best to hold the chain keeping the car up.\n\n\\\u003eThen the Carnifex grips the chain, and gives it a yank.\n\n\\\u003eThere is a loud clink, and a collective \"Oh Shit!\" moment, before you rocket downwards.\n\n\\\u003eGood news, you're getting away from the Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eBad news, you're plunging to your death!\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to fist the E-brake just in time, the car screaming to a halt moments before it could hit the bottom of the shaft.\n\n\\\u003eWith a grunt, your roll out of the lift, and onto your back in the dusty lower level, gigging hysterically.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a minute, you get up and have a look around the sub-level you stopped at.\n\n\\\u003eIt's deserted, machinery in various states of shutdown, and a large hole burrowed in the wall.\n\n\\\u003eProbably how some of the Tyranids got into the place. You begin to search for a weapon...and freeze.\n\n\\\u003eFloating a foot off the floor is a rather serpentine Tyranid with tentacles for hands, and a tentacle covered mouth.\n\n\\\u003eShe purrs, pressing her hands, and by extension of arms, her boobs, together, batting her eyelashes at you.\n\n\\\u003eThis is all accompanied by an expulsion of pink hearts from the vents on her back.\n\n\\\u003eIt might have fallen under the description of cute if you weren't so hopped up on adrenaline.\n\n\\\u003eYou turn to run, only to hear a giggle from the Tyranid, before several slender warm fleshy things wrap around your body.\n\n\\\u003eYour arms are bound, one slips around your mouth, neck and down the front of your shirt, and the last one around your waist.\n\n\\\u003eA moment later, you're yanked up against something rather warm and sturdy.\n\n\\\u003eYour head is nestled between her fleshy boobs, and your legs held against her tail by a pair of small limbs.\n\n\\\u003eHer tentacles on your arms wrap tightly around your chest, and constrict alongside the one around your waist.\n\n\\\u003eYou grunt into the tentacle around your mouth as air is forced from your lungs, slowly but surely.\n\n\\\u003eSpots are starting to dance in your vision, the tentacle around your neck not quiet strangling you.\n\n\\\u003eShe giggles, her mouth coming near to you ear, her breath hot on your neck.\n\n\"Now human, do me a favor,\" \\*inhale\\* \"Breathe.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the tentacles loosen your hold, allowing you to take in great gulps of air...from the very dense cloud of spores now around you.\n\n\\\u003eIt's too late to do anything as you inhale sweet warm air in a desperate attempt to get some oxygen.\n\n\\\u003eWithin seconds, your body goes from exhausted, to warm, to hot and sweaty, the heat surging south.\n\n\\\u003eSome oily substance is secreted from the tentacles, soaking into your skin, leaving you overly sensitive to every touch.\n\n\\\u003ePink haze obscures both your vision and mind, and when it clears a bit, your face to face with the Venomthrope.\n\n\\\u003eYour clothes are gone, and the tip of your dick was pressed against a flexing pair of hot and wet lips.\n\n\"Go ahead human, you want this, You need this.\"\n\n\\\u003eWeakly, you thrust your hips, only for her lower limbs to force you inside.\n\n\\\u003eMuscular ridges grip on your member tightly, pulling you deeper.\n\n\\\u003eA very shameless noise leaves your throat, your brain a little too far gone to think rational, if at all.\n\n\\\u003eMindlessly, you try to thrust deeper into whatever wonderful place you found yourself.\n\n\\\u003eYour body is pressed against that of the Tyranid, her breast engulfing your head, her heart(s) thumping in your ears.\n\n\\\u003eInside her, you penis comes into contact with a tight ring of muscles it struggles to get past.\n\n\\\u003eWith a grunt, you manage to get through it with a small pop, the ring clamping behind your glans.\n\n\\\u003eYou make a muffled scream as the head encounters dozens of little bumps that jostle and brush against it.\n\n\\\u003eIt's too much...and the ring prevents you from pulling out of there.\n\n\\\u003eOverwhelmed by sensation, you more or less explode, white overtaking your senses and your body going into spasms.\n\n\\\u003eHer body goes into overdrive, sucking away at your dick as though trying to extract every last drop, your brain, and your soul for good measure.\n\n\\\u003eIt's too much, it won't stop.\n\n\\\u003eAfter an eternity, you feel a prick at the base of your neck, and everything kinda becomes numb and distant.\n\n\\\u003eYou're really tired for some reason, and gently, a nipple is pressed against your mouth.\n\n\\\u003eThe last conscious thought you have is that the nectar flowing into your mouth taste good.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Venomthrope sighed in relief as the human passed out, still suckling away.\n\n\\\u003eShe was fairly certain she'd botched something, human males weren't supposed to cum that hard and that long...were they?\n\n\\\u003eA bit of nearby hive-chatter came from nearby, causing her to turn with some amusement.\n\nOhfuckthatwashotImclosesoclose\n\n\\\u003eA translucent and masturbating Lictor was not far away, leaning on her forelimbs for support.\n\nfuckfuckImgonnagonnauahfuhisuhgiuthgiusfijsiejgoit\n\n\\\u003eVoyeurs, the lot of them.\n\n\\\u003eThen she noticed the Carnifex, somehow upside-down in the lift shaft.\n\nHelpisstuckneedsomehumanfuckneedout\n\n\\\u003eWell, that happened.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, a door on the far side of the room burst open, and a Genestealer ran out and into the entry tunnel\n\nMadhumanafterme\n\n\\\u003eA moment later, the wall the door was attach to exploded out, revealing a Tyranid Guard with a human riding her.\n\n\"Fahstah, aftah thaht trousah staylin waench!\"\n\nCatchyougenetheifmakeyouwatch\n\n\\\u003eHopefully the planet would become saner after the takeover.\n\n============================================================\n\n\\\u003eDay 35 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranid invasion had progressed to the city of\u0026nbsp; Warrnambool, one of the last defensive position on the occupied continent.\n\n\\\u003eIt held bridges and tunnels to the mainland, which were currently scheduled for demolition.\n\n\\\u003eThat being said, an evacuation was also taking place, moving the populace back to the proto-hive of Ynedys.\n\n\\\u003eThese operations would tax local PDF and civilian leadership slightly during a time of peace.\n\n\\\u003eGiven that there was an invasion, things were much more stressful.\n\n\\\u003eThe fact that Tyranids had finally stopped their probing attacks and had launched an assault on the urban center complicated matters further.\n\n\\\u003eA dozen things seemed to go wrong at once.\n\n\\\u003eAutomated guns had suddenly shut down without warning.\n\n\\\u003eReports of \"infiltrators\" and \"Traitors\" started coming in.\n\n\\\u003eSewer hatches had exploded outwards as Gaunts poured up from the depths.\n\n\\\u003eLictors suddenly absconded with key personnel in their grasp.\n\n\\\u003eAnd the gate were opening under their own power\n\n\\\u003eToo many things to be happening to be mere coincidence.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately, Guardsmen and PDF soldiers were left dangerously exposed to the Xenos hordes.\n\n\\\u003eAnd what civilians were present were suddenly bereft of protection as the 'nids closed in.\n\n\"Accelerate the demolition timetable,\" A major shouted, \"Evacuate critical equipment and personnel.\"\n\n\"Sir, what of the civilians?\"\n\n\"We can't save them all, if they aren't at the evacuation points, they get left behind.\"\n\n\"Understood sir, timetable Delta orders relayed.\"\n\n\"Boy the Emperah!\" A technician exclaimed, \"Look at the soize of thaem!\"\n\nThe Major turned his gaze, \"Alert the PDF and Guard forces larger strains are now in the vicinity of command.\"\n\n\"Suh, deedn't mayn the creettahs thaemsaelves, those boobs ahh huge!\"\n\n\\\u003eReports had confirmed that they Tyranids weren't killing and consuming people as they normally would.\n\n\\\u003eThen again, Tyranids wouldn't normally have feminine forms and insatiable desire to breed.\n\n\\\u003eCommissars had been hard-pressed to maintain order in the Guard and PDF.\n\n\\\u003eSome troopers actually wandered into Tyranid territory, and any senior personnel who executed deserters were marked.\n\n\\\u003eThe Major had seen the gruesome fates of those who had...they hadn't been killed quickly.\n\n\\\u003eThen the Major saw where the camera was, and what it was looking at.\n\n\"Carnifexes approaching the compound, engage them.\"\n\n\"Sir, automatic defenses just went offline!\"\n\n\"What is going on?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe doors to the room suddenly opened, causing a few to look at who was entering.\n\n\\\u003eIn the dim light, she looked almost human.\n\n\\\u003eAlmost.\n\n\\\u003eher eyes were noticeably large, and she had a pair of scything talons on extra limbs.\n\n\"Hiya!\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the girl threw a belt of flash-bangs into the room, and ducked down the hallway.\n\n\\\u003eMoments after the thunder and light had subsided, Tyranids flooded the room.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eOn the outer perimeter of the base, a Guardsman was doing his best not to panic.\n\n\\\u003eEveryone else at his posting was incapacitated from the Xenos foul weaponry.\n\n\\\u003eHis stubber's barrel was glowing, his flack armor dented from hits, and big E was nowhere to be found.\n\n\\\u003eWell, to be fair, he was fairly certain the Emperor was watching, and utterly confused as to what was going on.\n\n\\\u003eThe whole situation was like some semi-heretical explicit vid some deviant cooked up.\n\n\\\u003eXenos were not supposed to be attractive, let alone sexy.\n\n\"Stupid sexy Xenos.\"\n\n\\\u003eThere was another explosion from below, the squad's demolitionist having set up traps on the first floor.\n\n\\\u003eIt was probably the only thing keeping the position from being overrun.\n\n\\\u003eTossing a now jammed stubber to the ground, the Guardsman swore and reached for another weapon.\n\n\\\u003eGrasping a lasgun, he felt odd tremors passing through the ground, growing stronger.\n\n\\\u003eHis face paled, and he looked for a bigger weapon, just as something collided with the building.\n\n\\\u003eTwo massive talons punched through the wall, before a good chunk of it was removed.\n\n\\\u003eScrambling away from the new ingress and coughing on dust, the Guardsman lunged for the missile launcher.\n\n\\\u003eA torso-sized hand came down on his back, grasping him and halting him just out of reach of his goal.\n\n\\\u003eThe Guardsman tried to pull himself forwards, clawing at the floor and nearby weapons.\n\n\\\u003eSadly, the hand had lifted him off the ground, leaving them to lie just out of reach.\n\n\\\u003eOne of his squad-mates tried to help, but he managed only to fall forward drunkenly.\n\n\\\u003eThen he was outside, and face-to-face with the grinning maw of a Canifex.\n\n\\\u003eThe creatures were 4.5 meters tall, and supposedly had a mass of 8-9 tons.\n\n\\\u003eIts...her snout pressed under his chin, and the beast inhaled long and deep though her nostrils.\n\n\\\u003eAlmost with a satisfied sigh, she exhaled through the vents on her back, rumbling in excitement.\n\n\"MINE.\"\n\n\\\u003eAnd with that, the Carnifex kissed him, or give its interpretation of one. Generous interpretation.\n\n\\\u003eThe Carnifex jammed her rather length tongue into the Guardsman's mouth, rumbling softly.\n\n\\\u003eFor his part, he did his best not to choke on the hot, slimy, metallic and slightly sweet thing invading his mouth.\n\n\\\u003eThe Carnifex pushed further, making his eyes roll back as it slithered deep into his throat, still wriggling.\n\n\\\u003eWhen darkness began to creep into the Guardsman's vision along with spots, the kiss mercifully ended.\n\n\\*shluck\\*\n\n\\\u003eCoughing and gagging, the Guardsman felt his heart skip a beat when the Carnifex tore off the front of his pants.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow, despite the terrorizing circumstances, he was rock hard...and oddly hot.\n\n\\\u003eThis batch of 'nids seemed tailor made to induce this response in men,\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly the Carnifex shuddered, and took a deep whiff of his manhood, giving a small shudder\n\n\"NOW, WE FUCK.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Guardsman was guided down between her legs, her cunt practically drooling worse than her mouth.\n\n\\\u003eA pair of smaller arms hugged the man tightly to her belly and snatch, and he slid in to the hilt.\n\n\\\u003ePowerful muscles inside the ridged, hot confines clamped down like a vice and began undulating.\n\n\"FUCK, YES, FUCK ME!\"\n\n\\\u003eOutmatched, dazed, and all too hot, the guardsman buried his head into the iron-hard abdominals and started thrusting.\n\n\\\u003eShame and pleasure warred in his mind, and the latter began to win out as Tyranid spores began filling the air.\n\n\"HARDER LITTLE MAN!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Carnifex sank to her knees, massive scything talon embedding in the street.\n\n\\\u003eSo close, so close, her breath came in rapid pants.\n\n\\\u003eFinally, the human groaned out as he climaxed, and her own slammed into her.\n\n\\\u003ePlates in her throat produced a roaring scream as her fluids soaked a better part of his torso.\n\n\\\u003eFor a minute, they just stayed put, panting and basking each-others warmth and the afterglow.\n\n\\\u003eThen the Carnifex stood up, reaching into the Hive-mind for further orders.\n\n\\\u003eHer lower arms gently pumped the human in and out, she wouldn't be done anytime soon.\n\n\\\u003eBut there were likely humans in areas her smaller kin couldn't bust into.\n\n\\\u003eThe Guardsman whined as her lady bits continued milking him for all they were worth, more to break his resistance.\n\n\\\u003eSoon, every human in this city would be making a Tyranid lady very happy.\n\n\\\u003eNot yet, but soon.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eIn a different part of the city, another Carnifex was prowling the streets, looking for a target.\n\n\\\u003eFeedback from the Hive-mind was trickling in as more and more of her kin found mates.\n\n\\\u003eThere was the occasional flash of pain and despair, followed by sulking as mortal shells of others were destroyed.\n\n\\\u003eOnce their biomass had been returned to a digestion pool, they could be reborn.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately for the Carnifex in question, most of the occupants of the city were being claimed.\n\n\\\u003eMost of the PDF had been overrun by the smaller breeds, along with the Guard.\n\n\\\u003eShe stomped around a corner, spotting a squad of Guardsmen with one of the pointy hat men watching them.\n\n\\\u003eMost of the time, the pointy-hats would kill their kin for running away, for some insane cruel reason.\n\n\\\u003eThis one was different, urging his men to fall back, strange, but he was nice looking.\n\n\\\u003eShe'd take him, freeing the poor men he was keeping prisoner, and getting herself a mate.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd be shown the error of his ways.\n\n\\\u003eSadly, before she could cover the remainder of the distance between her and the squad, a Lictor landed among them.\n\n\\\u003eLong limbs knocked Guardsmen around, weapons were smashed, and the Commissar was snatched up.\n\n\\\u003eSeconds later, a tide of Guants swarmed the remaining men.\n\n\\\u003eShe grunted in frustration, legs quivering slightly as another synapse creature came in the distance.\n\n\\\u003eUnlike the smaller variants of Tyranid, she couldn't simply rush humans and more or less tackle them.\n\n\\\u003eThey were all terribly fragile and timid things in comparison to her, this was hardwired into every Tyranid on the planet.\n\n\\\u003eLost in her thoughts, the Carnifex plodded down a street leading to the coastline, where the bridge was.\n\n\\\u003eThe humans had blown it a short time ago, leaving those in the city behind, to fend for themselves.\n\n\\\u003eWas it really that easy for such disconnected creatures to abandon their kin?\n\n\\\u003eThe sounds of a scuffle caused her to halt suddenly, as her senses zeroed in on it.\n\n\\\u003eComing to an intersection, she spotted a ragged human fighting off a pair of Gaunts with a length of metal.\n\n\\\u003eHe was covered in small injuries, dirty, thin, and obviously tired.\n\n\\\u003eThat did little to deter him as he caved in the head of a Guant however, he possessed unnatural ferocity.\n\n\\\u003eAfter he'd killed the second Guant, he noticed her, stepping backward slightly.\n\n\\\u003eShe stepped forwards, chuckling as she approached.\n\n\"LITTLE LITTLE MAN.\"\n\n\\\u003eHis first swing caught her hand, but she had no trouble scooping him up, and taking his little bar away.\n\n\\\u003eEven then he did not stop fighting, his knuckles becoming blooded as he punched her repeatedly.\n\n\"YOU ARE MINE NOW, NO GOOD TO FIGHT THIS.\"\n\n\\*whack\\*\n\n\\\u003ePausing with the human before her face, the Carnifex did her best not to snarl as something beat on her ankle.\n\n\\\u003eIf some Guant though it could guilt her into giving over the male she was going to squash it.\n\n\\\u003eShe didn't care if a Warrior or even a Hive Tyrant gave her a lecture for it, the little things were...\n\n\\\u003eWere....\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eBe Anon\n\n\\\u003eBe in a Tyranid infested city on your last legs.\n\n\\\u003eThen you saw HER, a giant Tyranid monster with proportionately large breasts.\n\n\\\u003eYou'd figured this was the end of the road, and did your best to keep the things attention.\n\n\\\u003eThen, your little brother Nito, who was supposed to be HIDING, had started hitting it with a pipe.\n\n\\\u003eAnd now he had the monstrosity’s full and undivided attention.\n\n\"I won't let you eat him, I won't!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou'd tell him to run, if you could get air into your lungs with the Tyranid's massive hand squeezing you.\n\n\\\u003eShe'd frozen, not even breathing, as she stared down at your younger brother.\n\n\\\u003eSpots were starting to dance in your vision, as your mind came up with horrible fates for whatever awaited him.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranid rapidly inhaled, her grip easing, before she began doing a little dance in the street.\n\n\"EEEEEEEEEEEE!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe squealed, and with deceptive gentleness, used her scythe arms to pluck Nito off the street.\n\n\\\u003eUpon bringing him to eye level, she leaned forward and began to nuzzle him softly.\n\n\"YOU ARE SO SMOL.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour brain is oxygen deprived, it's the only way any of this makes sense.\n\n\"Ack, brother, she gonna eat me!\"\n\n\\\u003eHer grip loosens enough to let you breathe again, as though she'd completely forgotten about you.\n\n\"Nito,\" You shout, \"I told you to hide in the mph-\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Xenos had silenced you by jamming your face into one of the massive boobs, jamming a nipple in your mouth.\n\n\\\u003eWarm, sweet, and viscous fluid begins flowing into your mouth as you try to gain breathing room.\n\n\"I think he's a little old for that.\"\n\n\\\u003eBy the Throne, your brother wasn't going to be eaten, far worse...he was going to be corrupted.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd be mentally scared by what this beast planed on doing to you, or exposing him to.\n\n\\\u003eGrowling, you glare at the thing, communicating as best you could to the Tyranid what would happen if it got any funny ideas.\n\n\\\u003eShe barely noticed you, instead utterly enthralled with your younger brother.\n\n\\\u003eUpon looking your way, she paused, and seemed to get the message.\n\n\\\u003eThat only leaves the odd question as to what all of the chirping noises are...by the Emperor...\n\n\\\u003eThat's a lot of Xenos, there are Tyranids everywhere in a circle around the three of you.\n\n\\\u003eAll of them are looking at your brother and cooing...have they never seen a child before?\n\n\\\u003eOne of the smaller ones hops forward, only for the one holding you to punt it clear over the crowd.\n\n\\\u003eGrowling with the appropriate menace for a creature of her stature, the Tyranid holds Nito with her other hand, scythes raised and twitching\n\n\"NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!\"\n\n\"Can't have two, can't have two.\" A bunch of winged ones chant.\n\n\\\u003eYou're exhausted, aching, and just recently you were squeezed and smothered.\n\n\\\u003eYou have a warm meal in your stomach and most importantly, Nito is in safe hands.\n\n\\\u003eYou'll wake back up when the world starts making sense again.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eMeanwhile...near Tyranid beachhead.\n\n\"Drive them back!\"\n\n\\\u003eGuardsmen eagerly obeyed Commissar Wolfe's orders, unleashing hell into the scouting force of Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd come here with General Powerstache to get an idea of what the front was like.\n\n\\\u003eAt least, that was what the General had said, he'd been giggling to himself a lot lately.\n\n\"General sir,\" A guardsman began before balking suddenly, \"S-sir? What is the meaning of this?\"\n\n\\\u003eWolfe turned to see the General, a few servitors lugging crates, and a Magos Biologis.\n\n\\\u003eThe General was wearing his greatcoat, medals, boots, and naught else.\n\n\\\u003eHe was also holding a saber length dildo that was buzzing rather ominously.\n\n\"Glad you asked Guardsman,\" He said, twirling his mustache with his free hand, \"I'm here to oversee a weapons test.\"\n\n\"Sir?\"\n\n\\\u003eWolfe was trying his best to make sense of what was going on, but the ground exploded in front of their position.\n\n\\\u003eTyranids began exit the hole dug by a Ravener, and were being leg by a Tyranid Warrior.\n\n\"Well now, that simplifies things,\" He snarled, \"The leader is mine, everyone else grab a power dildo and follow me in.\"\n\n\\\u003eThose not firing desperately at the advancing Xenos stared at their commander slack-jawed.\n\n\\\u003eGeneral Powerstache advanced to the lip of the trench and pointed his...weapon at the Warrior.\n\n\"What Ho foul Xenos!\"\n\n\\\u003eIt was hard to say who was more surprised by what happened next, the Guardsmen or the Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eHe cleared a ten meter gap in a single bound, driving the Tyranid Warrior onto her back.\n\n\\\u003eThe power dildo was inserted into the proper opening, causing the Warrior to screech and nearby Tyranids to stumble.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" The Magos said.\n\n\\\u003eOne of the Guardsmen shrugged, went over to the crate the servitors had brought, and armed himself.\n\n\\\u003eWith a scream, he lifted the power dildo overhead, and charged into enemy lines.\n\n\\\u003eWolfe could only stare as the Tyranid assault staled, and was routed, with men equipped with a bunch of vibrating phallus-es.\n\n\\\u003eHe briefly considered eating his own bolt pistol to escape this madness.\n\n\"I have seen much in service to the Emperor, but this...this takes the cake.\"\n\n==============================================================\n\nDay 42 of invasion\n\n\\\u003eBe Lt. Darius Rupert of the PDF\n\n\\\u003eBe evacuating another supply depot as Feminids advance across the planet\n\n\\\u003eSuffer surprise attack from Genestealers , hybrid infiltrators, but they were dealt with swiftly.\n\n\\\u003eNow you're trying to get as much ammunition loaded onto the cargo shuttles as possible asap.\n\n\\\u003eAnd to top it all off, a local noble was trying to get someone to evacuate him and his valuables.\n\n\\\u003eMatthias Ward the 13th was inbred as they came and resembled a squig in a suit.\n\n\\\u003eHe was rumored bedfellow to the late Colonel Amelia Astor Emeline Annabele Adele Sambridge\n\n\\\u003eYou had no desire to find out. All you wanted to do was escape to a fortified position.\n\n\\\u003eMarching over to the mostly intact Salamander, you asked your subordinates for a sit-rep.\n\n\"Sir, major enemy force twenty minutes away.\"\n\n\"How did they get so close?\"\n\n\"Trygons and Raveners have been digging tunnels all over the place sir.\"\n\n\"Additional reports of traitorous elements and Genestealer cults providing mechanized transport.\"\n\n\\\u003eWonderful...how long had the Genestealers been here to begin with, and how did they avoid detection for so long?\n\n\"Sir, Baron Ward wants an ETA on transport of himself and his collection.\"\n\n\\\u003eLooking at the Comms officer, you deiced to indulge the slightly heretical and sensible part of your brain.\n\n\"Inform the Baron that due to misfiled paperwork from the Administratum, authorization cannot be granted for...6 months and nine days.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Comms officer does, while you grab a dataslate containing inventory, trying to find the most valuable items to load.\n\n\"We might last about twenty-five minutes against this assault...\"\n\n\"Sir, Baron Ward states that is unacceptable-\"\n\n\"Then tell the fat bastard to pack a suitcase an get over here, we leave in twenty-four minutes.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou begin barking orders for the withdraw, desperate to deny the Xenos anything of value\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\"HE SAID WHAT! HE DARES!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe ostentatious Ward Estate trembled under duress, mostly because of the upcoming attack.\n\n\\\u003eThe other portion was provided by the spherical wobbling mass of angry nobility screaming in his quarters.\n\n\\\u003eHis servants did their best not to flinch, enduring a storm of swears and spittle.\n\n\\\u003eThe baron would be loading up his private shuttle, but a cultist had made off with it.\n\n\\\u003eHis collection of 1/6 scale Astartes models, his life's work, were stuck here with him.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few more minutes of swearing, he stopped abruptly and stood, going to where his tech-priest was working on a special project.\n\n\\\u003eAdministratum misfiled paperwork, he was about to misplace a monstrous misplacement of his own.\n\n\\\u003eThe Lt. would rue the day he defied Matthias Ward the Thirteenth!\n\n\\\u003eEntering the side chamber, he looked at the pod that had come in on a bulk freighter a few years back.\n\n\\\u003eUpon it were emblazoned two very noticeable things, the first being the Officio Assasinourm's Seal.\n\n\\\u003eThe other thing was the words, \"Eversor XXX\"\n\n\\\u003eSomeone, somewhere, had well and truly fucked up.\n\n\"Tech-priest, tell the assassin to target Lt. Anon, and eliminate any Tyranids in the area!\"\n\n\"As you wish, so shall it be done.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Tech-Priest would do his best, but the nature of the subject within the stasis capsule made things tricky.\n\n\\\u003eSaid Tech-Priest had a bit too much confidence in his own skills, doubly so to those who knew what he was messing with.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a moment, the tech-priest had finished uploading the commands, and de-activated containment.\n\n\\\u003e90 seconds later, the room was thoroughly coated in gore, oil, and scraps of armor and weapons.\n\n\\\u003eXXX heaved great gulps of air, twitching as drugs pumped into his bloodstream.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd eliminated the people who dared to co-opt an Officio Asset, and thought themselves of higher standing than the Office.\n\n\\\u003eThey had been successful in implanting their target however, PDF Lieutenant Darius Rupert, his location, and what was to be done.\n\n\\\u003eGrunting, XXX tore the oversize syringe from his arm, cursing the Ultramarine cosplay Ogryn.\n\n\\\u003eGrox Breeding Hormone...a full fifty cc's...explained why he felt so hot, and his synthskin suit so tight in the crotch.\n\n\\\u003eGripping his bolt pistol, the Assassin streaked down the halls of the mansion, gutting any unfortunate between him and the exit.\n\n\\\u003eXXX didn't bother with doors, he created new ones in walls as he sped toward his target.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Hive Tyrant snarled under her breath as yet another probing strike was thwarted\n\n\\\u003eShe'd been sent to lead an attack on this supply depot, preventing the defenders escape, taking as many as possible.\n\n\\\u003eHer infiltrators had been identified by a Lt. before they could do any major damage to the guardsmen.\n\n\\\u003eTheir Captain was out of commission, sure, but the Lt. had rallied his men and set up a line of defense.\n\n\\\u003eHe'd even thwarted the efforts of a Ravener brood and several Lictors...impressive for a human.\n\n\\\u003eStill, this would make taking the humans alive a touch more difficult, they were organized.\n\n\\\u003eWorse, her scouts, living or otherwise, found the defenses to be well manned and planned.\n\n\\\u003eRemoving that lieutenant took priority...and she had just the...individual...in mind.\n\n{{Prepare the Dimachaeron}}\n\n\\\u003eThe Hive Tyrant rumbled as she marched toward the human positions, her forces moving as she directed.\n\n\\\u003eBiovores expelled spore mines toward their target to soften it up and provide cover for the advance.\n\n\\\u003eInside a dedicated transport creature, the Dimachaeron began to stir from bio-stasis.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThings, for once, are going well, which means that everything is going to go sideways any second now.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids had run into prepared kill-zones and small minefields, though the bulk of their formation hadn't arrived.\n\n\\\u003eAnother spore mine slammed into the ground, releasing a pink haze that Guard and PDF came to dread.\n\n\\\u003eAnyone who inhaled it would start moving as though heavily drunk, and reported a surge in libido.\n\n\\\u003eThankfully, the supply depot had plenty of masks, heavy weapons, and explosives in stock.\n\n\\\u003eThat and a few of the power dildos had been shipped to your unit, and led to a surprising tactic.\n\n\\\u003eTyranid Synapse creatures were isolated and pinned down, before/during/after inserting one.\n\n\\\u003eWhile probably heretical, any Tyranid in a short radius felt it too, preventing them from fighting.\n\n\\\u003eThere was a roar as another pair of craft left ground, a Valkyrie and a supply shuttle.\n\n\\\u003eCasualties were starting to mount, those who could were being moved to the evac point.\n\n\\\u003eOther had been taken by the Tyranids, dragged into the hordes kicking and screaming.\n\n\\\u003eAnd the last fallback action had gone well, in another five minutes, all aircraft would be off the ground.\n\n\"What the frak is that!\"\n\n\"Shoot it! Shoot it!\"\n\n\"It's tearing through us!\"\n\n\\\u003eAh, the other boot just dropped, now you just needed to figure out what in the name of the Emperor had hit the line.\n\n\"West flank, start pulling back, I don't want those Tyranids to overrun the landing pads.\"\n\n\"Not Tyranids, some skull faced fraker is ripping apart everything in his path!\"\n\n\\\u003eNot Tyranids...well, that's not good.\n\n\"Sir, what are your orders?\"\n\n\"Begin final fallback maneuvers and board the shuttles, try and cover the west flank.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou give a short salute, grab your bolt pistol and saber, before heading to the west flank.\n\n\\\u003eYour about halfway there when Tyranid fire starts peppering your position.\n\n\\\u003eA pack of Gaunts seems to have broken the line, and they look all to happy to see you.\n\n\\\u003eYou hadn't been slacking off in your weapons drills, and you put three of the things down.\n\n\\\u003eProblem was, there were nine of them left and they were starting to try flanking you.\n\n\\\u003eSomething human-shaped, black, and incredibly angry slams into them from the left.\n\n\\\u003eBowlingpins.wav\n\n\\\u003eSeconds later, all but one of the Guants is dead, and is being violently violated by the thing.\n\n\\\u003eThere's no small feeling of dread when you recognize just what hit the West Flank\n\n\\\u003eAn Eversor Assassin, and it looks a little too happy to see you.\n\n\\\u003eDropping the now catatonic Guant, it points at you, before making a slitting throat motion.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow, you can hear that blubbering Baron Laughing from here.\n\n\"WRYYYYY!\"\n\n\\\u003eYo back up while firing your bolt pistol, mentally writing up your will and testament.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, you trip on the edge of a drainage trench, falling backwards as the Assassin leaps at you.\n\n\"SKREEEEE!\"\n\n\\\u003eSomething thunders up, casting a shadow over you, before the Eversor is yanked from overhead.\n\n\\\u003eLanding in the water unharmed, you stand upright and turn to see what the frak that was.\n\n\\\u003eThere was a very large Tyranid, slightly larger than a Carnifex, and with what looks like doubled up Lictor arms.\n\n\\\u003eYou waste no time in scrambling out of the trench, grabbing the creature's attention.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, Its rib-cage opens up, as the Eversor forces its way out in a grotesque parody of birth.\n\n\\\u003eTearing your eyes from the damned thing, you run between a pair of containers, back towards the landing pads.\n\n\\\u003eThe Eversor starts screaming, and the sound drops off rapidly, the 'nid probably having thrown him.\n\n\\\u003eAlready you can hear the thing stomping towards you, smashing containers aside.\n\n\\\u003eWeapons fire and Tyranid screeching are the backdrop to snarling and sundering metal.\n\n\\\u003eGlancing at your wrist chrono, you see you have 90 seconds to get to a Valkyrie.\n\n\\\u003eYour foot slips in a random patch of oil, just a pair of massive talons strike a few meters away.\n\n\\\u003eThe 'nid is perched on the tops of the containers, claws snapping at you like a pair of tongs.\n\n\\\u003eYou put two bolts in it, before it yanks the gun from your hands, tossing it aside.\n\n\\\u003eIt grips your boot, hoisting you several feet off the ground, chest maw flexing open as it laughs.\n\n\"WRYYYYY!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Eversor landed on the claws, slime-coated and a little battered, but no less murderous.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to free yourself from your boot with panic induced kicking, landing hard on your shoulder.\n\n\\\u003eThere is a lot of screaming, but you just focus on running as though a daemon is on your heels.\n\n\\\u003eThe Assassin is flung into the side of a container with enough force to dent it, but is up in seconds\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranid is assailed with toxin and brutal slashes, but it isn't even phased.\n\n\\\u003eSomehow, the dueling killing machines are always one step behind you, and you manage to reach the landing pads.\n\n\\\u003eCraft are already starting to take off, and the gateway slams shut behind you cutting off most of the screaming.\n\n\\\u003eYou sprint with everything you have left to the nearest Valkyrie\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Dimacheron had had enough of her latest, and by far most persistent and stubborn, Assailant.\n\n\\\u003eHer target had escaped, and would likely be airborne in moments.\n\n\\\u003eThe skull faced creature, for no human could take that level of punishment, seemed equal parts irate and erect.\n\n\\\u003eWell, if the wannabe wanted to fuck with her, she Would FUCK HIM!\n\n\\\u003eHer lengthy upper limbs slammed the feisty little shit to the ground, pinning his arms to the solid surface below.\n\n\\\u003eDrooling lower lips engulf his throbbing dick, before she slammed down.\n\n\\\u003eEvery time he started thrashing, she'd apply just a little more force, he was sturdy enough to take it.\n\n\\\u003eHe might have been unmatched in terms of ferocity, but he'd been merely modified.\n\n\\\u003eSHE, on the other hand, had been designed with DNA filtered through numerous battles.\n\n\\\u003eIt would only be a matter of time before he succumbed to her relentless mating instincts.\n\n\\\u003eThe roaring of numerous engines barely drowned out his cry as he exploded within her.\n\n\\\u003eHis thrashing lessened, and she knew for certain a few more ought to teach him where he belonged.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Valkyrie was lifting skywards when the gates at the far end of the pads were smashed open.\n\n\"Lt. Hive Tyrant!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou looked out the rear door of the drop-ship to behold a monstrous intelligence.\n\n\\\u003eTyranids poured through the gap, but towering above them were a pair of Hive Guards, and the Tyrant herself.\n\n\"Orders sir?\"\n\n\\\u003eOn the one hand, killing her would devastate the local 'nids, but a Warrior brood with venom cannons...\n\n\"Do not engage, just get us out of here. We can't risk it.\"\n\n\"Aye sir.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore the ramp closes, you could swear she was looking at you with a hungry grin.\n\n\\\u003eAdrenaline wears off, and you begin to laugh and cry at the same time.\n\n\\\u003eYou're alive, and your pelvis isn't being ground into paste.\n\n\"Praise the Emperor.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eAn hour later...\n\n\\\u003eThe Hive Tyrant looked at the scene before her, utterly amazed as how one little thing could do so much damage.\n\n\\\u003eThe discovery of Servitors had been shocking enough, but this thing was in a league of its own.\n\n\\\u003eCurrently, it was immobilized by bio-resin and sporting a cracked pelvis at best, and a very flaccid member.\n\n\\\u003eA Venomthrope and Zoanthrope attended it, keeping it sedated and calm respectively.\n\n\\\u003eNot far from them was the slightly emaciated, very exhausted, and very satisfied Dimacheron.\n\n\\\u003eAnother Venomthrope attending her to neutralize toxins, and a Tyrant Guard permitting the normally violent organism to suckle.\n\n\\\u003eShaking her massive head, the Tyrant reached into the Hive-Mind, alerting the others to the threat the Lt. posed.\n\n\\\u003eMoments later, she was given some interesting information; the good Lt. was related to General Powerstache.\n\n\\\u003e...He was going to be hers; she would outmaneuver and overpower him through skill of command and force of arms.\n\n=============================================================\n\nDay 48 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eBe Anthony Wallace, medical student and overworked essential worker.\n\n\\\u003eYou'd been run ragged over the last few weeks dealing with an influx of refugees and resultant minor injuries.\n\n\\\u003eDespite the valiant and unusual methods the Guard and the PDF were using, they were losing ground steadily to the Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eThe saving grace of the 'nids not sending hordes of their own number at them was good.\n\n\\\u003eThe fact that the Xenos were using Imperial Guard tactics and equipment in some cases was alarming.\n\n\\\u003eFor the town of Gambrok, there would be no escape; they'd been encircled days ago.\n\n\\\u003eFor you however, you'd been dealing with far, far worse things than putting people's guts back inside them.\n\n\\\u003eAn involuntary shudder raced down you frame, as you wondered if the Tyranids were even aware of what they were doing?\n\n\\\u003eBy the Emperor, you'd had the misfortune of learning how an undying erection got treated.\n\n\\\u003eAnd then there were the other things the Tyranids did to people.\n\n\\\u003eFirst, there were the victims of the paralytic quills, and while those were easy to remove, the left noticeable side effects.\n\n\\\u003eMost notably impaired movement and a flushed face, and perhaps a bit of excessive drooling.\n\n\\\u003eThankfully, you just made sure any of the incapacitated soldiers didn't stumble to their deaths before the toxins worked their way out.\n\n\\\u003eSecond were the spore victims, anyone inhaling them felt very hot, very drunk, and very horny.\n\n\\\u003eAgain, you mostly monitored them and kept them from trying to wander off.\n\n\\\u003eOtherwise they might attempt to molest the medical servitors.\n\n\\\u003eSeveral personnel had gotten covered in bio-resin, which oddly enough dissolved upon contact with human saliva.\n\n\\\u003eIn developing a solution to this, the Magos convinced you that he was outright mad.\n\n\\\u003eAnd finally, you had removed 96 Ripplers from the crotches of Guardsmen, PDF, and idiot teenagers.\n\n\\\u003eFortunately, you were able to remove the little buggers without them biting off any important bits.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately, earlier in the morning, the lines had fallen, and Tyranids were moving from street to street.\n\n\\\u003eNow everyone was scrambling for shelter and weapons, or seeking one last moment of peace.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids didn't kill humans, mostly, but if one was threatening or had killed his fellow man...\n\n\\\u003eIt seemed the only thing the Tyranids wanted was to...fornicate with any guy they came across.\n\n\\\u003eYou ducked under a fallen beam blocking the street, gazing at the corpse of a flying Tyranid.\n\n\\\u003eIt was massive, having smashed though a building on its way down, and oozed out across the street.\n\n\\\u003eAll around the town, battle sounded off again and again, as the Tyranids advanced.\n\n\\\u003eThe streets were empty, mostly because everyone was hiding, or flying Tyranids had picked off everyone.\n\n\\\u003eIt had been tempting to wait for the inevitable back at the clinic, but you figured you could hide down in one of the old sewer pipes.\n\n\\\u003eYou've done so in the past, there were few, if any mutants to speak of, and you knew an out of the way place...\n\n\\\u003eThere was shouting and gunfire up ahead, and the screeching chittering of Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eYou stopped short, before ducking down an alleyway to escape the fighting, laspistol raised.\n\n\\\u003eYour legs ached from all the running, and you cursed your lack of foresight by waiting for the next transport.\n\n\\\u003eThere had been fighting just down the street when the men guarding the place said that you'd best run.\n\n\\\u003eBracing yourself, you exited the far end of the alleyway, and emerged into a combat zone.\n\n\"Keeps firing!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe red strobe and cracks of las-fire contrasted with the firing of Tyranid weaponry.\n\n\\\u003eYou had to flatten yourself against a wall as the foot of a Sentinel walker stomped down before you.\n\n\\\u003eHeat from the multi-las firing cause you to shrink back, but not before one of the soldiers noticed you.\n\n\"Get down civilian!\"\n\n\"Shit, I knew we lost the outer line, how far in are they?\"\n\n\"Lines are collapsing backwards, you have a gas-mask right?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou nod, pulling it out.\n\n\"Good, put it on, we're heading to the Arbites' Headquarters, don't need another person going down .\"\n\n\\\u003eRight, apparently he doesn't know you lack major medical experience, but given how bad things are...\n\n\\\u003eThe multi-las is probably the only thing keeping the Guants from pouring up the street as the squad begins to withdraw\n\n\\\u003eThen something slams down into the middle of the squad, before unfurling.\n\n\"Rippler Ball!\"\n\n\\\u003eAt those words, several of the small toothy critters wriggle forth faster than one would think.\n\n\\\u003eThe Guardsmen do their best to shoot the small things, before they can attach themselves in a very vulnerable spot.\n\n\\\u003eYou stomp on the closest one, feeling its body give and crack slightly under your boot.\n\n\\\u003eSeveral of the Guardsmen also are successful at shooting the little buggers, a few are not.\n\n\"AGH! HELP!\"\n\n\"Not Again, ho.\"\n\n\\\u003eSomething large and fleshy lands further back in the street, pouring out an immense amount of spores.\n\n\\\u003eThe pink fog wasn't lethal, but it did obscure vision and gradually incapacitate anyone who breathed it too long.\n\n\"Grenades out!\"\n\n\\\u003eExplosions tor up the street, and everyone pulled back, save for one man who was trying to free his junk.\n\n\\\u003eThe Sentinel sprayed las-fire into the smoke, walking backwards, paying little attention.\n\n\\\u003eMassive metal feet stomp all too close to you, as you begin retreating from the makeshift barricade.\n\n\"Auspex Contact! Large Xenos specimen approaching!\"\n\n\\\u003eThere is a lashing sound, like heavy flesh whips, and a half dozen tendrils are wrapped about the sentinel's raised leg.\n\n\\\u003eIt tries to aim at whatever is holding it, but more suddenly strike the multi-las with enough force to bend it.\n\n\"Move!\"\n\n\\\u003eWith a groan, the walker falls over, legs kicking as it is dragged back into a thickening wall of fog.\n\n\\\u003eMetal squeals and screeches as you and the rest of the Guardsmen run like hell.\n\n\"Emperor's mercy, they're tearing open the hatch!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe doomed machine and its crew is left behind, as your small group begins firing back.\n\n\"The frak was that?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou weren't sure, but hopefully you never found out.\n\n\\\u003eIt was a running gun battle in low visibility while wearing a gas-mask, in a fair world, the 'nid would have it just as bad.\n\n\\\u003eLife wasn't fair however\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids were never affected by their own toxins.\n\n\\\u003eThey were without number, and hey adapted to everything.\n\n\\\u003eA small flock of Gargoyles swooped down on the squad, carrying several of them off.\n\n\\\u003eThen the large thing following you though the smoke grabbed another two, yanking them back.\n\n\\\u003eAt this point, you just ran, stumbling through the streets heading deeper into the city\n\n\\\u003eYou could hear the thumps of whatever was perusing you, but the fog was too thick to see through\n\n\\\u003eThe city was getting bombarded with spore mines, and the sounds of battle were dying down.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, someone collides with you, sending you both sprawling to the ground.\n\n\\\u003eThe laspistol clatters away, and you do your best to untangle yourself from the man.\n\n\"We need to run.\"\n\n\"More Tyranids?\"\n\n\"No, the priest, he's gone mad.\"\n\n\"I assure you my sons, that I am most certainly sane.\"\n\n\\\u003eOrdinarily, that tone of voice would have been a bit too insistent for your tastes.\n\n\\\u003eNot so today, as you beheld the priest the man was running from.\n\n\\\u003eThe faithful servant of the Ecclesiarchy is wearing a smile, and holding a flamer.\n\n\\\u003eNever a good combination, under any circumstances.\n\n\"Father, please, think about what you're doing.\"\n\n\\\u003eIt's hard to read his expression through a gas-mask, but you have no doubt he's cracked.\n\n\"I am saving souls from eternal damnation at the hands of the foul Xenos child, I do what must be done.\n\n\\\u003eYou've gotten half the sleep you need and have been worked to the bone helping inured.\n\n\\\u003eDespite all this, you figure you can try reasoning with the man.\n\n\"Listen to me, you should be helping your fellow man in their time of need, not burning them.\"\n\n\\\u003eHE levels the flamer at you, the pilot light stuttering in the thick fog.\n\n\"Tis the only way I can save you, may the Emperor forgive me for what I must do, and may your suffering come to an end.\"\n\n\\*fwip\\*\n\n\\\u003eThe flamer jerks suddenly, as a pale, fleshy tentacle wraps about it.\n\n\\*fwip\\* \\*Fwip\\*\n\n\\\u003eThe priest is lifted off the ground, struggling against whatever is holding him.\n\n\"Now now, that's not a very nice thing to do.\"\n\n\"Unhand me foul beast!\"\n\n\\\u003eHis mask is ripped off by another tentacle, his face red and eyes wide with panic.\n\n\"Oh sure, hold your breath, you'll need to breathe eventually.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe fog has cleared enough to reveal the particular Tyranid, nearly the size of a Chimera,\n\n\\\u003eIt was if the 'nids had decided they didn't have something with enough tentacles.\n\n\\\u003eShe had a dozen arm tentacles, twice as many around her mouth, and the biggest pair of breasts you'd ever seen.\n\n\\\u003eThere's the whine of a laspistol, followed by the unoccupied arm full of tentacles lashing at the other man.\n\n\\\u003eA second later, he's as tied up as the priest, fully immobilized and exposed to the spores.\n\n\"Seems I will need to give you both an injection to keep you calm.\"\n\n\\\u003eEach of her tentacles has a sharp tip, which she jabs into them for a moment.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few seconds, they go limp, and are laid down on the street carefully.\n\n\"Well now, with that out of the way, I have a question for you cutie.\"\n\n\\\u003eWHAT?\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Ready for your massage~\"\n\n\\\u003eOh no, you do not like where this is going.\n\n\\\u003eA moment later her tentacles are all over you, the whip-like appendages wrapping about your body and limbs.\n\n\\\u003eYour struggling could best be described as pointless, each of the tentacles is steely mucsle in a thin package.\n\n\\\u003eThat, and there are a dozen of them, rubbing and squeezing your body prety much everywhere.\n\n\"My my,\" She croons \"Whatever have you been doing? You have so many knots. So tense.\"\n\n\\\u003eWell, not everywhere, she seems to be avoiding your crotch for the moment.\n\n\\\u003eStill, her \"massage\" feels good, not that you have any experience with such a luxury.\n\n\"Most of the girls wouldn't hesitate to pounce on you without so much as getting your name, let alone consent.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou'd reply, but you were a little preoccupied with all the squeezing along your legs and feet.\n\n\\\u003eWait, What?\n\n\\\u003eNow that you're paying attention again, she's slipped off your boots and socks with her motions.\n\n\\\u003eYour clothing is also being slowly sliced up by the little blades at the ends of her appendage.\n\n\\\u003eThat, and feels like the filter's clogged on your gas-mask...she's producing a cloud of those damned spores.\n\n\"Now, I think you silly little mask isn't working, if your thrashing is anything to go by...let's see that cute face.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can protest, the mask has been neatly sliced off your face, which comes under immediate assault by caressing tentacles.\n\n\"You are sooo cute~. What's your name?\"\n\n\"Wallace,\"\n\n\\\u003eAlready a few breaths in and the spores are doing their work, you feel drunk, you feel good, you feel hot.\n\n\\\u003eThere really wasn't much you could do anyhow, and the Tyranid was polite enough to not obliterate your pelvis on sight.\n\n\"Aww...that's adorable. All you need to know about me, is that I am yours. All you have to do~oo...is ask.\"\n\n\\\u003eIts obvious what she is referring to, she's stripped you down to your boxers\n\n\\\u003eShe could physically force herself on you like the rest of the 'nids, but she doesn't have to.\n\n\\\u003eIt would be as easy as injecting Tyranid brand aphrodisiac into your bloodstream and you'd be all over her.\n\n\\\u003eYour dick is so hard it hurts, everything feels hot, and she is nice....smells nice...\n\n\"Please\"\n\n\"Don't try holding back, just relax. Resisting won't help you, you're already mi~ne.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer mouth tentacles descend on your junk, causing you to lurch.\n\n\\\u003eEvery nerve in your body is played like the strings of an instrument, and she has mastered it.\n\n\\\u003eBy the time you regain some semblance of coherency, you're resting against her immense skull as she gently hums.\n\n\\\u003eYou're limp as a wet noodle, and a nap is fully in order, not like you can do anything else.\n\n\"SOMEONE HELP!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe frak?\n\n\\\u003eYou shift and spot a Guardsman doubled over almost, hands trembling around his crotch.\n\n\"IT WON'T STOP SUCKING, IT HURTS!\"\n\n\"Nurse,\" you slur, \"I need some supplies.\"\n\n\"Oh don't worry, I'll handle this.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eBe Commissar Wolfe\n\n\\\u003eBe at a command meeting in Hive Sydney.\n\n\\\u003eBe witness to many acts insane and heretical, and somehow actually working.\n\n\\\u003eBe nursing a cup of recaff as General Powerstache goes over defense plans.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, the General lurches forward, his mustache bristling.\n\n\"What's happening?\"\n\n\\\u003eGeneral Powerstache stares out into the distance for a moment while his facial hair makes alarming twitches.\n\n\"The penultimate battle approaches, may the Emperor protect us all.\"\n\n================================================================\n\nDay 69 of Invasion\n\n\\\u003eTo say the planet of Australias hung on the edge...well...that would be a lie.\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids had control of most of the planet, almost all resistance had been subdued.\n\n\\\u003eNow, only the Hive of Haarlock's Wager (Joseph Haarlock Sucks at Cards) was putting up any decent fight\n\n\\\u003eOther population centers were being ignored at this point, having little to no strategic value.\n\n\\\u003eGiven that General Powerstache was defending it, well, it was in good hands as any.\n\n\\\u003eThough his plans were about as complex as his extended family tree, they worked.\n\n\\\u003eIn these circumstances, it was only a matter of time before the defenses began to fail, and the 'nids swarmed inside.\n\n\\\u003eAt this point, it was all a matter of spite, the planet wasn't really worth much, just a penal colony.\n\n\\\u003eWith the Fall of Cadia, and the rampant incompetence of the sub-sector Governor, help would not be coming.\n\n\\\u003eThe Astropathic Choir reported full warp shadow, so they couldn't get a message out if they tried.\n\n\\\u003eGiven that the Hive city was under siege for over 2 weeks by Tyranids, it would be an impressive feat.\n\n\\\u003eThat is, if the 'nids weren't handicapping themselves, they weren't spamming the defenses like normal 'nids.\n\n\\\u003eThey bombarded the city constantly with a variety of biological munitions, destroyed defense emplacements.\n\n\\\u003eHowever, they dare not repeat their initial assault on the hive walls, lest they enter range of a very heretical measure.\n\n\\\u003eA good number of captured Tyranid synapse creatures were spaced out along the inner portion of the Curtain walls.\n\n\\\u003eUpon approach, the power dildos the 'nids were hooked up to wen into overdrive, incapacitating any approaching 'nids.\n\n\\\u003eThe general lead several offensive thrusts to keep the 'nids from overwhelming the remaining defenses.\n\n\\\u003eToday was no different, as a wedge of Leman Russ tanks and Hellhounds moved along the outer trenches.\n\n\\\u003eNear the front of the formation was Rupert's Salamander, his upper body sticking out of the hatch.\n\n\\\u003eA few Tyranid groups were scattered about the various craters in No-man's-land, but nothing major.\n\n\\\u003eRupert's facial hair suddenly bristled, a viscous grin forming below it.\n\n\"Seize the moment, a Hive Tyrant is nearby\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Vanquisher tank rumbled forwards, Wolfe scanning the area with the storm bolter and augmentic eye.\n\n\\\u003eThe 'nids were crawling all over the place, the probing assaults on the edges of the hive city had ended yesterday.\n\n\\\u003eThere wasn't a giant leader among them however, a few warriors moving forward in cover of trenches, sure.\n\n\\\u003eIdly, he gunned down one that had exposed itself a moment too long.\n\n\\\u003eWhich begged the question of where the Hive Tyrant really was?\n\n\\\u003eThen the ground 200 meters out burst open and caved inwards, three Trygons roaring in triumph.\n\n\\\u003eThey were backed by a Ravener brood and a small swarm of 'nids, right before the armored spearhead.\n\n\\\u003eDefensive batteries and spotter on the curtain wall of the Hive quickly zeroed in the location.\n\n\\\u003eThrough the cloud of dust and spores marched several Tyrant Guards, and a Hive Tyrant.\n\n\"A magnificent specimen, don’t you agree Wolfe?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Commissar for his part didn't bat an eye, he was a little too used to the insanity now.\n\n\\\u003eThat should have worried him, but instead, he sized up the distant target, before making a query.\n\n\"You admire the...horror General?\n\n\"Indeed, her head will go nicely in my Trophy Collection...Aim low.\"\n\n\\\u003eWolfe smirked slightly, glad that his General still has his sensibilities...even if he was...eccentric.\n\n\"Load Turbo Penetrator men...target the Hive Tyrant...aim low.\n\n\\\u003eThe gunner grinned, bringing the Vanquisher cannon to bear as requested, before firing.\n\n\\\u003eA rocket boosted shell tore from the barrel, cutting across the gap in an instant it seemed.\n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, it seemed the Xenos' psychic barrier would remain intact, before it shattered.\n\n\\\u003eCommissar Wolfe snorted, hammering away at targets with the storm bolter.\n\n\"Not that low Gunner, target the Tyranofex on the right, high explosive!\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eBe Lt. Darius Rupert, distant cousin of General Powerstache\n\n\\\u003eBe guarding one of the few open gates leading into the hive.\n\n\\\u003eBattlefield casualties are high, but deaths are almost non-existent, for the first time in ever.\n\n\\\u003eThe 'nids really wanted the D apparently, and more than a few men didn't seem to mind this.\n\n\\\u003eThe Hive gangers who volunteered to help guard the gates seemed a little eager to face the Tyranids.\n\n\\\u003eApparently, a shortage of Commissars made people speak their minds a touch too much.\n\n\"Oi, Bossman, this is tower.\"\n\n\"Go ahead tower.\"\n\n\"Since when did the Ultramarines get here?\"\n\n\\\u003eThere were Ultramarines here? Surely word would have gotten out about the Angels of Death.\n\n\"Tower, Elaborate.\"\n\n\"Well, looks like a bunch of Rhinos with Ultramarine colors and symbols on 'em.\"\n\n\"Hail them.\"\n\n\\\u003eStandard procedure was to inspect every incoming vehicle in the prepared kill-zone of the gates\n\n\\\u003eThis prevented the 'nids from sneaking inside with the help of collaborators or Genestealer hybrids.\n\n\\\u003eThe \"defense\" grid that the General had assembled from captured synapse creatures was fairly short range.\n\n\\\u003eDid not stop the Tyranids from firing long range weaponry at the remaining defenses.\n\n\"Boss, I couldn't get anything out of the Smurfs, but I was able to get word from the cargo trucks behind them.\"\n\n\"What did they say?\"\n\n\"Said that the Marines cleared the path, and that they're carrying refugees.\"\n\n\\\u003eSomething didn't add up, the Astartes' arrival would be a momentous occasion, not a secret.\n\n\\\u003eThat, and they would have arrived at the Hive's star-port if they had armor...not the Tyranid Zones.\n\n\\\u003eYou give orders to prepare to stop the oncoming transports for inspection.\n\n\\\u003eSadly, the first Rhino decides to start hosing your position with bolt rounds.\n\n\"Close the gate.\"\n\n\\\u003eAt that moment, a Krak missile flies forth and hits the control tower, leaving it a blazing wreck.\n\n\\\u003eThe Rhinos come to a stop when they smash into the barricades, plowing the road open.\n\n\\\u003eThen the \"Marines\" pile out. screaming about their Spiritual Liege.\n\n\"Hostile Ogryn at the gatehouse, somebody close the bloody doors.\"\n\n\\\u003eAs you duck behind cover from the wild spray of heavy weapons fire, you curse under your breath,\n\n\\\u003eApparently, Baron Matthias Ward the 13th wasn't just content with sicking an Eversor on you.\n\n\\\u003eThe doors slowly began to close, as the growling of engines came closer.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, the convoy of cargo trucks had arrived, and were speeding through the gate.\n\n\"Someone track those trucks down, and alert all forces inside the Hive, perimeter has been breached!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou managed to plink a few las-bolts into the back of the vehicles, but too little too late.\n\n\\\u003eBy the time anyone found the trucks, they would be empty of whatever was in them.\n\n\\\u003eIn the meantime, you had more pressing issues to attend.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Tyranids had managed to surprise the Armored spearhead, and a fearsome battle ensued.\n\n\\\u003eRupert for his part faced another Hive Tyrant and her Guards, all of them leering at him.\n\n\"Xenos filth! Come to me now!\"\n\n\"Oh, trust me General, it will be you who cums to me.\"\n\n\\\u003eRuppert's face went pinkish and his mustache gave a violent spasm.\n\n\\\u003eHE closed the distance rapidly, cutting down several Guants, hamstringing a Guard.\n\n\\\u003eHis backup power dildo was jammed firmly into the folds of the second Guard, putting it out of commission.\n\n\\\u003eIt was only then that he began his duel with the Tyrant.\n\n\"Take a good look men, this is how I deal with Xenos...as well as traitors...and cowards....all much the same to me really.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Hive Tyrant chuckled.\n\n\"How? Jamming a metal phallus into them?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe opened his mouth, paused, sidestepped a thrust from her bone-sword and jabbed at her wrist.\n\n\"Must you make everything perverted Xenos? Do you derive a sick pleasure in doing so?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe two leader continued their duel as both sides did battle around them\n\n\\\u003eAs it began to drag into the five minute mark with no signs of stopping, the Hive Tyrant ground her teeth in frustration.\n\n\\\u003eThis was an old man she was fighting, admittedly one that had stolen her heart, but by the Norn Queen!\n\n\\\u003eHow did he have his much energy and mobility? This much stamina?\n\n\\\u003eShe was going to be testing that latter attribute out in great detail later...\n\n\\\u003eHer focus slipped, and she put a bit too much force behind her next strike.\n\n\\\u003eWith a whistle, the bone-sword thrust forward with tremendous speed, sinking into the ground.\n\n\\\u003eThe Generals' head jerked and he staggered, as though he'd been struck.\n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, the Hive tyrant froze, thinking she'd injured her future mate.\n\n\\\u003eGeneral Cornelius Rupert\u0026nbsp; felt at his upper lip with a trembling hand, feeling nothing but smooth skin.\n\n\\\u003eA few meters away, a very familiar chunk of facial hair lay in the mud.\n\n\\\u003eShe all but fell to her knees in relief, before becoming confused at a rapidly darkening sky.\n\n\\\u003eA growl from her beloved opponent(and soon to be mate), sent chills running down her rather lengthy spine.\n\n\\\u003eHis expression was one of absolute fury, and his eyes glowed with a crimson light.\n\n\"I have underestimated you! No more. I will end the blasphemy of your existence here and now!\"\n\n\\\u003eHuffing, the Hive Tyrant swung a bone-sword, intending to knock the man off his feet and end his rant\n\n\\*clang\\*\n\n\\\u003eRuppert declined dodging, halting the force of the blade entirely, before forcing it in the direction from which it came.\n\n\\\u003eHe then lunged, forcing the Hive Tyrant to backpedal, taken off guard by his sudden strength.\n\n\\\u003eThe power-sword became a blur, parrying and blocking the four organic blades repeatedly\n\n\\\u003eSoon, the Hive Tyrant found herself on the defensive, having to devote considerable focus on her opponent.\n\n\\\u003ePerhaps, she'd made a rather serious error in her plan to seduce him.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe Astropathic Choir was resting inside their tower deep within the hive.\n\n\\\u003eThey were tired, having gotten little sleep due to the influence of the Hive-Mind\n\n\\\u003eThe constant sensation of chittering voices and numerous claws touched their minds.\n\n\\\u003eThat, and a ravenous sexual hunger that never quite seemed to abate, and worse, began affecting them.\n\n\\\u003eBeing an Astropath, and thereby a psyker by extension, made relationships a little difficult.\n\n\\\u003eThis resulted in a room full of pent up, sleep deprived individuals who desperately wanted some alone time.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately, they were to be kept under heavy guard in the Psychically shielded room until...whenever.\n\n\"Ahg, I can't take this anymore! When will this end?\"\n\n\"Calm down, we either drive off the 'nids or we get out minds fraked out of us.\"\n\n\\\u003eOne of their number was close to the door, which is why he paid attention to it rather than the ensuing argument.\n\n\\\u003eThere was a series of muffled thumps and cries, and then silence, followed by the clanking of locking mechanisms.\n\n\\\u003eThe doors opened, and everyone in the chamber felt their hair stand on end, and a crawling sensation run up their spines.\n\n\\\u003eSeveral Tyranid Zoanthropes filed into the chamber, grinning madly\n\n{{Allow us to introduce ourselves}}\n\n\\\u003eSeveral floors up, arcane mechanisms activated, as the \"Bonding\" commenced.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eAfter half an hour of sustained fighting, the Hive Tyrant fell to the ground panting.\n\nInnumerable, but slowly regenerating wounds criss-crossed her body and limbs.\n\n\\\u003eGeneral Cornelius Rupert stood over her, his greatcoat reduced to tatters.\n\n\"You were strong, but strength is no match for intelligence and resolve.\"\n\n\\\u003eFor a moment, there was silence, then she began to laugh.\n\n\"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that.\"\n\n\\\u003eGeneral Powerstache looked confused for several seconds, before the hair on the back of his neck stood\n\n\\\u003eFrom the Astopathic spire, there was a flash of pinkish lightening.\n\n\\\u003eEveryone within 10km felt a sudden surge of heat in their loins.\n\n\\\u003eThere was a sudden surge of pleasure, and everyone went over the peak\n\n\\\u003eRupert spasmed as his loins erupted, his eyes rolling back up into his head.\n\n\\\u003eHe collapsed not far from a panting, and very satisfied Hive Tyrant.\n\n\"Ahhhggg, How can this be the end? I've commanded men for a century, Achieved so much glory...not like this.\"\n\n\"Oh please,\" She huffed, \"Don't be....so...dramatic.\"\n\n\"I cannot live with this shame.\"\n\n\"Oh...you'll survive...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe presented her sizable ass to him, a hand reaching back and spreading her cheeks.\n\n\"Tell you what, best two out of three, whoever cums first loses.\"\n\n\"I shall...claim victory...in the name...of...The EMPEROR!\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eBe Lt Darius Rupert of the Imperial guard.\n\n\\\u003eMere moments ago you were fighting for your life against a squad of Ogryn.\n\n\\\u003eThen some manner of warp fuckery happened, and you came so hard your vision went white for a moment.\n\n\\\u003eFortunately, it would seem that your attackers were also not immune to whatever happened.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately, it seemed that every Tyranid on the damned planet was heading to your location.\n\n\\\u003eThat, and several confused Ogryn were now looking at you.\n\n\\\u003eYou barely manage to duck back into cover as high caliber rounds and insults.\n\n\\\u003eThere is then the sound of numerous weapons running dry, and something large stomping in your direction.\n\n\"Oi, Waz Dat?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou peer over your cover and spot a Hive Tyrant barreling down on the Ogryn's position.\n\n\\\u003eA group of Ultramarines that size would have wiped the floor with her.\n\n\\\u003eShe turns them into mincemeat.\n\n\\\u003eYou then have her full and complete, undivided attention.\n\n\"Well now,\" She croons, \"Just the man I was looking for.\"\n\n\"Me?\"\n\n\\\u003eWith a flourish she planted all four blades into the ground,before spreading her arms wide.\n\n\\\u003eClear fluid is leaking from her lower lips in copious amounts.\n\n\\\u003eYou can barely keep the Las-gun level, your body shaking from...well, everything.\n\n\"Aww, your defiance is just adorable, but we both know how this ends.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe had a valid point, and the las-gun drops to your side.\n\n\"Is it too much to take me out for dinner first?\"\n\n\\\u003eAt this, she turns into a stuttering nervous wreck for all of ten seconds before you laugh.\n\n\\\u003eShe scoops you up a moment later, glaring at you as hr boobs spill around your shoulders.\n\n\"Oh trust me Lieutenant, I'll be educating you on how to respect a superior for a week.\"\n\n\"Can't,\" You mumble, \"Emperor know's there's going to\u0026nbsp; be meetings.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe glare holds for a second before she gives you a kiss with lots of tongue.\n\n{{Oh that won't save you. You're mine now, and I intend to savor you tonight}}\n\n{{Willing or not}}\n\n==========================================================================\n\n420 Days after Invasion...\n\n\\\u003eThe cruiser exiting the warp near the Austrailas System would normally be considered a little odd.\n\n\\\u003eThe fact that it bore the heraldry of the Ordo Xenos and Inquisition would be downright alarming.\n\n\\\u003eFor those aboard the Cruiser, the situation they were investigating was bizarre to the extreme.\n\n\\\u003eAbout a year back, the Administratum and Deparmento Munitorum ad noticed an oddity in the tithes\n\n\\\u003eA Feral world, Austrailas, had begun shipping in some form of liquid ration in large quantities.\n\n\\\u003eThese rations were a blend of sugars and proteins, easy to consume, and long lasting.\n\n\\\u003eA more in-depth analysis by a Magos Biologis had revealed the presence of Tyranid Enzymes.\n\n\\\u003eThis was cause for alarm, and investigation by the Ordo Xenos, who dispatched a relatively unpopular individual to deal with the situation.\n\n\\\u003eBacktracking it to a backwater sub-sector, he'd learned there had been a warp-shadow presence, which had faded away\n\n\\\u003eFor over a year, the sub-sector Governor had sat on a report of a Tyranid invasion on a bio-mass rich Feral world.\n\n\\\u003eSaid sub-sector Governor was executed for a slew of charges, along with the planetary Governor and a few unfortunates.\n\n\\\u003eThankfully, the Inquisitor's superiors had the foresight to prevent him from declaring Exterminatus, Calato thought\n\n\\\u003eThe Dark Angel had left his chapter to serve among Deathwatch centuries ago, leaving all their nonsense with them\n\n\"Hey, Calato, what'cha doing?\"\n\n\"Fixing recaff for the Inquisitor, like I've always done for him, since he can't get a butler to do it.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Space Wolf leaned against the wall, arms crossed, chuckling at his companion\n\n\"Beats being near his quarters listening to him rant and rave, does he even sleep anymore?\"\n\n\"With how much recaff he's been drinking Lynius, I doubt it, though why he was reinstated is beyond me.\"\n\n\\\u003eHeavy thumps heralded the arrival of two more Deathwatch Marines, an Apothecary and Rune Priest \"Ah, Wilford, Volund, all we need is Cyrus and it'll be just like old times.\"\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, a door opened, and out staggered a very twitchy Inquisitor, muttering at a frightening pace\n\n\\\u003eWordlessly, Calato passed him the mug\n\n\\*minecraft sipping noise\\*\n\n\\\u003eThe now empty mug was returned as Inquisitor Kryptman sat at the briefing table\n\n\"Alright, I am slightly better now, though, that is not saying much.\"\n\n\"Inquisitor Kryptman, shouldn't you be resting?\"\n\n\"I would, if I could get some sleep, but the thought of what awaits us...what horrors have been unleashed...\"\n\n\"I could give you something for that, valarium root should ease your mind.\"\n\n\"The offer is appreciated Apothecary, but I must not show weakness at this time. Especially as we are now entering the Austrailas system, where Tyranid activity is suspected.\"\n\n\\\u003eLynius shifted, looking at his boss\n\n\"So these are the guys who cried Tyranids are invading, then said everything was fine, and are now exporting some Tyranid Bio-whatsit as part of their annual tithe?\"\n\n\\\u003eWilford grunted, before holding up one of the aforementioned liquid rations\n\n\"This is a combination of proteins and carbohydrates in liquid form the likes of which I have never seen before.\"\n\n\\\u003eCalato groaned\n\n\"What is so special about it again? I'm sure that the Imperium can make something like that easily.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Apothecary's head turned sharply\n\n\"And yet few of them come close to this. I was able to finally figure out what the purpose of the Tyranid enzymes are for. While the substance does take care of all nutritional requirements, if the person drinking it has been under prolonged physical stress, say combat for example, it promotes rapid regeneration and growth in all major areas in the body. Bones, organs musculature, I've never seen anything quite like it.\"\n\nLyn \"Big whoop,\" Lynius said, rolling his eyes, \"Probably just makes us easier to digest.\"\n\nWil \"Actually, there is one side effect that I'm not entirely sure what to make of.\"\n\n\"Explain,\" Kryptman asked, no longer twitching, and swaying slightly.\n\nWil \"It seems to promote growth in the genitals...I'm not sure why.\"\n\nLyn \"Well, if that's the case,\" \\*clunk clunk\\*swipe\\*pop\\*succc-c-c-c\\*\"Huh, this shit's pretty tasty.\"\n\nInq \"Did you...just drink...the....heresy?\"...\\*thunk\\*\n\nCal \"And down he goes, about time really.\"\n\nVol \"What vile trickery is this?\"\n\nCal \"Relax Volund, I just gave him decaffeinated recaff...I call it Decaff for short.\"\n\nWil \"Interesting, might be a market for that, if the Administratum would permit it. Volund, have you picked up on any warp shadows?\"\n\nVol \"Yes, I can feel them along the systems edges, the warp is less turbulent as well....strange.\"\n\nLyn \"So they're hiding like our new squad mate?\"\n\nWil \"Darius is preparing the shuttle for deployment, I'll fill him in on the details. You mentioned something strange Volund?\"\n\nVol \"The light of the Astronomican feels as though distorted through a lens...as though something has brought it into focus.\"\n\nCal \"Well, we'll save that for when we actually reach the planet...I'm going to return Kryptman to his quarters.\"\n\nLyn \"You do realize Kryptman s going to be fucken pissed, right?\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\"I feel amazing\"\n\n\\\u003eFive Astartes looked at the Inquisitor, their expressions hidden behind their helmets\n\n\\\u003eKryptman was actually happy, which told them that things were bound to go terribly planet-side\n\n\\\u003eCalato shifted slightly, looking at the deployment ramp, wondering what they would encounter\n\n\"Landing zone sighted, touchdown in 30 seconds.\"\n\n\\\u003eDaruis marched towards the front, leveling his heavy bolter, while Wllford shook his head at the Lamenter\n\n\"Relax, we have a reception waiting for us, not hostiles.\"\n\n\"Given my Chapter's luck, I don't want to risk it.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Deathwatch Squad nodded in agreement as the lander touched down on the pad\n\n\"Hey, Calato, on a scale of one to Scattor, how do you think this one will go?\"\n\n\"Seven at worse, just because I'll need to book another session with the mind cleanser.\"\n\n\\\u003eDarius gave Willford a questioning look, which got him the answer \"poo golems\"\n\n\\\u003eThe hatch opened and the tropical air of Australias washed in, the party stepping out\n\n\\\u003e Two groups of nervous and sweating guardsmen awaited them\n\n\"I understand that you are Deathwatch, but the Apothecary is right, relax, I am sure everything will be fine.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Inquisitor looked back at the marines, who had stopped suddenly and were staring beyond him\n\n\"Greetings, Inquisitor Kryptman.\"\n\n\\\u003eKryptman turned his head back around to...bytheemperor...\n\n\\\u003eA pair of smooth, pale breasts the size of his head were at eye level, straining the Commissar's coat\n\n\"My apologies Lady Commissar, but you should see a quartermaster. You are almost...out of uniform.\"\n\n\"I appreciate the complement, I find this helps keep the men focused on important matters.\"\n\n\\\u003eThere was the clacking of bolt rounds being chambered\n\n\"Inquisitor Kryptman, that's not a Commissar, that's a Lictor....with boobs.\"\n\n\"...I'd still hit that.\"\n\n\\\u003eKryptman looked up at the tentacled face of the...the...the...\n\n\\\u003eHe'd frozen, and started doing an odd jerky twitch\n\n\"Darius, guard the shuttle, we're going to get some answers.\"\n\n\\\u003eWith that, the Dark Angel picked up his very ridged superior and started marching towards the Starport's terminal\n\n\\\u003eThe Lamenter could easily hear Lynius pestering the Lictor with questions, even from a few dozen yards\n\n\"So, why are you a Commissar exactly...I'd think you make for a better scout or assassin?\"\n\n\"The men tend to behave themselves if their superior could be anywhere and unseen, it puts the surprise in surprise inspection.\"\n\n\"Huh, makes sense...\"\n\n\\\u003eMarching around the perimeter of the lander, Darius did what every Devastator would upon setting up a position\n\n\\\u003eIdentify his lines of fire, and the possible routes to his position the enemy would use to advance\n\n\\\u003eIt only took five minutes, and then he settled into his short patrols of the area...waiting for the Inquisitor to give further instructions\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n...One Week later...\n\n\\\u003eKryptman closed the door to his quarters, shuffled over to his bed, fell face first on it, and screamed\n\n\\\u003eUpon meeting General Rupert and Hive Tyrant Elizabeth, the truth had come out...it was\n\n\\\u003eThis was probably the REASON Exterminatus existed...this planet had heresy everywhere\n\n\\\u003eAnd yet, at the same time, his collection of Xenos anatomy for personal private research had never been this full\n\n\\\u003eHumans and Xenos were supposed to kill each other, that made perfect sense, but no, here, the openly consorted.\n\n\\\u003eNever before had emotions run so rampant all he could do was stand there and twitch in frustrated outrage\n\n\\\u003eThe source of the liquid rations was actually Tyranid breast milk of all things...\n\n\\\u003eHe'd IMMEDIATELY ordered the Deathwatch to spread out and document ever, single, bit of Heresy they could find.\n\n\\\u003eVolund had stumbled across the Church of his Radiant and Guiding Light, created by Emperor worshiping Tyranids\n\n\\\u003eThe fact that it went by the unofficial name of\u0026nbsp; \"Convocation of the Lamp\" did little to cool his boiling blood\n\n\\\u003eThe population of humans and Xenos somehow co-existed and went about life as normal as one would expect from such a world\n\n\\\u003eAnd the space wolf had disappeared for the better part of a day, returning the next morning in an oddly cheerful mood\n\n\\\u003eThen, the Hive Tyrant had the audacity, the outragocity, to ask for more men being sent to the planet\n\n\\\u003eNow the edges of his vision were going dark!\n\n\\\u003eOh, wait, breathing, he needed to do that, that was important\n\n\\\u003eHeaving in great gulps of air, Kryptman sagged against the side of the bed\n\n\\\u003eHow in the Warp was he supposed to write this report?\n\n\\\u003eThis entire situation called for Exterminatus, yet his hands were bound a the souls of men were dammed\n\n\\\u003eThen he heard a chittering next to him, causing him to look up from his apathetic spiraling rage\n\n\"Great, now Ripplers have infested my quarters...one with a very large mustache.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe Rippler suddenly went ridged and fell over, the facial hair giving a few twitches\n\n\"And now it is dead, good I suppose...\"\n\n\\\u003eHe trailed off as the mustache Pulled itself off the Rippler's face and \"stood\" on the floor of his quarters\n\n\"What in the name of the Emperor is-aug!\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\\\u003eThe doors to the bridge whooshed open half an hour later\n\n\"Helmsmen, set a course for the nearest planet being besieged by the foul Greenskins.\"\n\n\\\u003eOne of the bridge officers stood up, looked at him, and froze\n\n\"Inquisitor, are you feeling well?\"\n\n\"I am fine, but we must leave immediately, is there any planet nearby that meets such criteria?\"\n\n\"Mordak 3 sir, what are you planning exactly?\"\n\n\"To take command of the local forces as Inquisitor General, and drive the foul Xenos out. Get us moving, there\n\nis much glory to be won!\"\n\n\"Sir, was that mustache there before?\"\n\n\\\u003eKryptman smiled, twirling a finger around one end of said facial hair\n\n\"Always has been.\""}