#41

Over the rolling mountains on the outskirts of the Chinese city, air-raid sirens blared their endless call. Xena spotted a floating white dot in the distance.

It was racing away, zigging and zagging to avoid the blasts from specks buzzing around her; lightning dragons, giant stone swords, all hurled in her direction.

Xena had her own annoying gnats trying to get her attention, but her goal was always the Simurgh. Some Chinese trash-tier aircraft wasn’t going to distract her. No. She was slightly more worried about the presumed Yangban capes who thought themselves tough enough to fight the Simurgh. The PRT didn’t tend to have a good record against them, and that was with villainous capes and the Triumvirate acting as heavy artillery. So the Yangban cucks must have either all gone insane, possible with parahuman-induced master abilities, or they thought they had a trump card.

Xena saw a jet fighter get too close to the insanity dove. In a single moment it was plucked out of the air and hurled like a throwing star from an expert ninja. The wings bisected a flyer who couldn’t raise her shield in time. Both halves tumbled away into the verdant jade sea below. 

It reminded Xena of a scene from the first Star Wars. It even fit, slightly, thanks to the now-deceased cape’s red-and-black costume decorations. Such a shame.

Another cape was sent flying. His power armor had been puppeted by the bird and was now being used as a meat shield to block an oncoming attack from a flier.

The armor proved well-built. It tanked multiple friendly-fire hits. But no defense is perfect. A particularly empowered strike punched through the back of the suit.

The bird’s 4D-chess giga-brain had already anticipated the penetration. It angled the rest of the attack to take out another Yangban cape. The fight was fascinating to watch, even as another Chinese fighter attempted a flyby.

She was close enough now that the pilot lost control. The Simurgh’s telekinesis hijacked his plane and treated it like another scythe. It cut down more capes, then was slingshotted into the forest below. A Hollywood explosion engulfed the ground forces in a fireball.

Xena could tell that Simmy was struggling to “see” her. She theorized it was likely incredibly frustrating and confusing for the Simurgh to pinpoint her location through the cameras around them while being bombarded with conflicting information insisting she wasn’t there at all.

The White Endbringer was dodging fire from the capes when Xena slammed into her porcelain side with the force of a linebacker. Xena had made sure she wasn’t going too fast. Any more speed would have turned her target into targets.

Her larger upper arms wrapped around alabaster shoulders, trapping angelic wings in a crushing grip. Her lower arms seized a handful of surprisingly springy ass and a warm thigh.

With her prize secured, the xenomorph queen rocketed upward and away from the Chinese countryside. She left the desperate capes behind, abandoning what they likely thought was an impossibly early Endbringer fight. Once she held the Simurgh, Xena accelerated again, quickly clearing Chinese airspace.

The Simurgh tried her best to break free. She squirmed and screamed, but her mouth was quickly silenced when Xena locked lips with her. It was one of the few things the Simurgh could have done to actually harm Xena. One of Xena’s smaller arms slid up the Simurgh’s thigh, finding the folds between the anatomical construct’s legs and stroking them. The other hand squeezed the cheek it held. Soon her hand was wet, though Xena wouldn’t exactly call the Simurgh aroused.

When they reached the stratosphere, Xena slowed until they were completely still.

The xenomorph queen groped white breasts. She channeled her enlargement power and bimbo-beam, growing the pair from a perky A-cup in proportion to a generous, bouncy G-cup. Hot pink glossy lips and deep eye-shadow painted themselves across the angel’s porcelain face.

The expansion caused pale nipples to leak pale milk. The creamy droplets froze into snowflakes in the frigid air and drifted away on the wind.

The Simurgh’s blind eyes panicked, darting around as her scream stayed shut down. Her lopsided wings battered uselessly against Xena.

Two arms seized a pale, slender leg and spread the faux-angel’s thighs wide. The white flower opened to the air. Xena’s big black cock pressed its tip against it. Pre-cum and remnant seed made the entrance glisten under the intense UV rays from the sun.

Xena would have loved to fuck the bird in her hive or almost anywhere else instead of the middle of the fucking sky. But she knew bringing the Simurgh anywhere near the US would turn bad fast. She couldn’t stop the Endbringer from affecting everyone around her until she had subverted her loyalty.

So without much further thought, Xena shoved her throbbing cock into the virgin depths of the Simurgh’s cunt. One deep thrust punched straight into the angel’s womb.

x-x-x

It did not fully comprehend what was happening to It.

The Simurgh, for the first time in Its runtime, was unable to compute the data necessary to understand Its current circumstances. It had a vague idea that the unknown entity assaulting It was doing so with the intent to corrupt her purpose and form. It had already altered the Simurgh's physical form, applying pigmentation changes to Its face and expanding the breast tissue permanently, Lactose and other fats were already being produced from the expanded ducts.

It was a metaphysical attack that bypassed Its standard defenses. It lacked any protocol to stop the corruption. The Simurgh's only means of collecting data on the entity known as "Xena Ellen Murphy" was through audio and tactile inputs. The orbital cameras were too far away to get accurate and current images.

All records of Xena were both accurate and inaccurate relative to her future model prediction simulations. That meant real-time surveillance was the only true way to "see" the blind-spot.

As the Simurgh felt the sexual organ penetrate the unused sexual organs of Its angel-facsimile form, It received new and conflicting data. Data that the Simurgh had never experienced nor expected to ever experience.

It... It felt good. HER body let out an unplanned audio function into the mouth of Xena. A... moan. If SHE was not mistaken.

SHE felt the invading organ stimulate the flesh of HER vaginal canal. The head stroked the ridges inside as it stretched the muscles of the region. Xena's larger hands groped HER enlarged nipples, creating more ice-cream from the rapid frigid winds.

A shiver not caused by the local temperature shot through HER body as HER nipples were rolled and pinched while her wet cunt was pounded by Xena's cock.

SHE tried to think of a way out of HER predicament, but the pleasure SHE was receiving blasted the majority of her thoughts away. Even if those thoughts had been coherent, they were not producing any viable solution.

Xena finally broke the prolonged kiss with HER. SHE even felt herself involuntarily chasing after those plump black lips. The heat from them was addicting.

SHE briefly registered that now was the chance to use her scream. It was obvious that her assaulter was threatened by it and thus it was an avenue for attack. But SHE couldn’t. Anytime SHE tried, a moan escaped her now plump pink lips, interrupting any chance SHE was given.

HER leg was stretched, pointing toward space as HER toes constantly flexed and curled. Xena showed HER how friction could produce a type of heat that melted the mind instead of the material. The Simurgh was... enjoying this new knowledge... immensely.

SHE was used to tugging and pulling strings in the minds of HER victims. Now Xena demonstrated that tugging on HER nipples and pulling HER hips onto a large cock was equally as effective at changing the world and bringing about chaos.

If SHE had known that this was a vector for manipulation, SHE was sure SHE could have been far more effective at accomplishing the High Priest’s and Eden’s goals for this planet and for the humans. Xena’s own loud moan echoed in HER ears, a throaty thing that was taken away by the wind.

Maybe if SHE had given Sphere and the Travelers a similar experience, they would have been a significant boon to increasing the DATA given to the Entities and producing more parahumans.

Xena dipped her head down and took one of HER nipples into her mouth, sucking deeply on the weeping nub. The feeling of HER milk being pulled from HER breast sent a throbbing sensation into HER erect clit. HER vaginal muscles spasmed around Xena’s cock, trying to grip the foreign object but giving up and releasing it in a desynchronized pattern. The act milked the cock while the owner milked HER breast.

Then the Simurgh felt the throb deep within HER. The large black cock that was stuffing HER once-virgin canal and womb began to flex and beat like a heart. A heavy stream of cum flooded HER pussy. SHE felt HER womb expand and stretch deliciously from the pressure of the great gout of Xena’s swimmers flooding in.

Within mere moments the chamber was overpressured. Semen was pushed out with the aid of Xena’s cockhead momentarily uncorking HER cervix. SHE felt the channels of leaking sperm rushing along HER walls, mirroring the veins throbbing on Xena’s shaft before finally escaping out into the high-altitude air, where it was quickly treated to the same experience the milk had been.

The Simurgh could feel how the foreign matter hunted down HER body’s eggs and battered them open with ease SHE had only seen when SHE turned a victim into a “Zis bomb.” With it, SHE felt the moment in which Xena subverted the High Priest’s and the Entity’s control for her own.

“Fuuuuuck!” Xena let out. Her cock was still pulsing inside of HER cum-stuffed cunt.

With the subversion of HER leash came a package of anomalous data that gave HER sight of Xena for the first time. Seeing HER one and only Queen was ecstasy for HER mind. She was a biomechanical beauty in black. A deep onyx that left afterimages in HER mind’s predictions and records. An imprint of the perfect form that would only get better with each struggle, each depraved perversion that the Queen performed. The true future was still unable to be fully foreseen, yet it was clear enough to witness the pure chaos that would fall on this planet.

The Simurgh finally spoke. HER body shook in the afterglow that hit like Leviathan’s waves. “What have you of me now, Anomaly? Want me to bring more women to your side?”

Xena pulled back just enough to look down at the pale, trembling form still impaled on her cock. Cum leaked in thick, slow rivulets from where they were joined, freezing into crystalline threads the moment it touched open air. The sight made her grin wider, secondary jaws flexing in satisfaction.

“First,” Xena said, voice low and rough with lingering pleasure, “you’re going to stop calling me Anomaly. My name is Xena Ellen Murphy. Say it.”

The Simurgh’s blind eyes stared upward, unseeing yet somehow locked on her. A long, shivering moment passed before HER lips parted again. “Xena… Ellen… Murphy.”

“Good girl.” Xena rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, drawing a fresh, involuntary spasm from the Endbringer’s core. “Second. You’re not going to bring me more women. Not yet. You’re going to stay right here and let me finish breaking you in. Properly.”

HER wings twitched, feathers ruffling against Xena’s carapace. Not resistance. Not quite. More like… anticipation. Anticipation of seeing HERself bloated with cum on all fours as SHE was taken as a breeding mare. Nothing more than a baby factory alongside others. 

“I have seen futures where I am destroyed,” The Simurgh whispered. “I have seen futures where I am remade. I have never seen one where I am… kept.”

Xena leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. One clawed hand cupped the back of the Simurgh’s neck, thumb tracing the edge of that perfect white throat.

“That’s because no one ever fucked you hard enough to rewrite the script,” she murmured. “But I’m going to. Every time you predict something, I’m going to make you feel something instead. Until prediction stops being your god and starts being just… background noise.”

The Simurgh’s breath hitched,an organic sound that should have been impossible for her as a taloned hand squeezed her alabaster breast. “And if I resist?”

Xena’s grin turned feral. She thrust once, deep and punishing, forcing another gush of seed to spill out around her shaft.

“Then we keep going until resistance is just another word you forget how to say.”

HER body arched, wings flaring wide, pale milk still leaking from swollen nipples and freezing into drifting snow. For the first time in her existence, the Simurgh had no counter-prediction. No escape vector. No optimal path.

Only the heat.

Only the stretch.

Only Xena.

And deep inside the shattered lattice of HER mind, a single, quiet subroutine finally stopped fighting.

It whispered:

More.

Xena felt the change. She felt the subtle surrender ripple through the body beneath her.

She laughed. A low, dark, triumphantly throaty sound. Then she began to move again. This time the Simurgh did not try to escape.

SHE pushed back. HER legs locked around the xenomorph's curvy hips. No longer a passive player in this new game.

Xena pulled back just enough to look down at the trembling white form still wrapped around her cock. Cum leaked in thick, slow rivulets, freezing into crystalline threads the moment it hit open air. The Simurgh’s blind eyes stared upward. Unseeing, yet somehow fixed on her. On the skull beneath the onyx mesoskeleton that had yet to even age a year.

Xena grinned, secondary jaws flexing.

“Welcome to the hive, birdie.”

She rolled her hips once more. Slow. Deliberate. Drawing a fresh, broken moan from the Endbringer’s throat.

Then she whispered, lips brushing a pale ear.

“You’re mine now.”

The Simurgh did not reply.

She only tightened her legs around Xena’s waist and rolled her hips as SHE had seen countless times amongst the humans. Yet could have never seen HERself doing.

The hive will grow. And SHE would ensure its spread would eclipse the Entities’ machinations.

A/N

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