Metallic Ambition

Unfortunately, a single fighter seemed to spot her, and made a beeline for Gina, firing a burst of coilgun slugs at her.

She pushed her thrusters hard and dived low, launching a number of decoys and countermeasures from her dispensers, and putting her Growler gear into overdrive; she was agile... but not that agile. She couldn't move like Assaulters could.

The fighter launched a missile and made a pass. The munition detonated near Gina's decoys, and fragments pinged harmlessly off her shell, too far away to be in danger... but she could feel the nanomachines within her reinforcing parts of her body; a PD laser from the frigate was currently trying to burn its way through her, and eventually, it would. She deployed some additional countermeasures, a cloud of M2 particles meant to diffuse the beam, and it did, but it wouldn't last forever.

She was still moving, the cloud moving with her, trying to get into the blindspot of the frigate's other PD weapons, but the fighter was coming in for another pass.

She calculated with all her speed. She predicted a trajectory for the fighter, and...

As it came in for another gun run, she took aim, and fired one of her injection bolts at maximum velocity. Her aim had to be right, or the high-speed projectile would overpenetrate the relatively lightweight fighter, or potentially destroy it, to the needless death of the pilot.

Her calculations were just right, by the slimmest of margins. The dart hit the fighter as it was turning away, which helped Gina's goal as the lateral forces helped prevent the dart piercing all the way through, embedding somewhere near the engine... it wouldn't be as quick as the other Assaulters, but the M2 load would be at least quick enough to disrupt the fighter and keep it out of Gina's hair.

Now for her real objective; the frigate.

Her particulate cloud was fading, and the laser was starting to burn her face. She was thankful it wasn't a higher-powered offensive or defensive laser meant for destroying vessels.

But she got close enough that the laser couldn't target her, and immediately, she crawled across its hull, looking for an airlock. She found one, and quickly hacked its controls, cycling the doors and gaining entry.

She didn't need to breathe, but it felt nice to be in atmosphere again.

She'd also partially hacked the ship's systems, namely security tracking. Any deeper would take too long, though she did implant a small data worm meant to disrupt any attempts at a remote or programmed self-destruct. But the good old fashioned way... that's why she needed to be quick.

Already, marines were on their way as well as UON security. But she wasn't just a Growler; aerial combat was not her forte.

As an Attacker, however, she was in her element.

She switched her gun over to M2 globs, and nailed the first marine that rounded the corner in the face. The orange goop clung to his helmet, and his feet slipped out from underneath him from the force. He tried to claw it off.

The rest of his squad opened fire from cover, but Gina was already barrelling towards them, other arm in front of her face to defect shots from their coil-assisted projectiles, the rest bouncing off her Machinium casing.

She slammed into them, and quickly threw them around, making sure they couldn't prime any suicidal grenades, shooting them point blank with her M2 globs. It was enough to break bones, but the shots would ironically heal them, and transform them.

She slammed one into a wall, knocking them out, and the last one, she coiled tight with her tail, and ripped their helmet off.

A terrified young man looked back at her. She offered a smile, and then kissed him domineeringly, silencing any screams as her tongue plunged into his throat and made him gag, but she was already rolling M2 up out of her throat and across her tongue, down into his.

The kiss was brief but aggressive, and she let the marine fall to the floor, still conscious, but dazed, making sure to destroy all of their weapons with quick stomps and tail-stabs; they wouldn't be able to shoot each other. As for their grenades, she stole one of their belts and strung them up just behind her rump, where they'd be less likely to get shot.

And so she continued, swift, rapid CQB attacks through the ship, making sure to shield her swollen belly, even if it was probably the toughest part of her 'softer' body right now.

Crew either tried to hide, or fight, a few drawing their service pistols and getting shot with M2 for the trouble, a few other lucky humans getting a kiss. She destroyed sentry turrets that deployed, and quickly found the ship's magazine.

She subdued all inside, disabled the ammunition supply systems, and quickly locked the doors down so no one could detonate explosives; someone was in the middle of doing so.

Next, she fought her way to the engine room, and laughed as a crew member tried to charge her with a large mechanical wrench as a weapon. She blocked the blow easily, and shot a very low velocity glob of M2 right into the woman's mouth.

She tried to claw it out, but Gina quickly subdued the other engine crew. With no further threats, she found a console, and stabbed her tail into it, quickly overriding all engine controls, at least temporarily, preventing the ship from leaving berth.

Her next stop was the mainframe... which was integrated into the bridge on this design. She fought through several more squads, mostly barrelling through them, or locking down doors behind her as she slowly gained more control over the ship's basic systems.

The door to the bridge had been sealed tight, welded to prevent her from hacking it. But that wasn't too much of a problem.

She took the grenades she'd stolen, strung them up next to the door, and primed one; these ships were pretty tough from the inside.

They exploded in a quick staccato of bangs. The door wasn't down, but she was able to switch her weapon to plasma mode, and with several quick blasts, was able to force it open.

She was immediately hit with gunfire from a Squad of UOF marines and a security turret. The entrance formed a funnel, where intruders would normally be swiftly and utterly torn to shreds.

But Gina's enhanced toughness and quick reactions allowed her to charge through, using speed and aggression to disrupt the defense, switching back to M2 shots and knocking several marines down. She laughed as she disarmed them and weaved between them, preventing them from locking her down, though she could feel chip damage starting to wear parts of her down.

In the middle of this fight, she let out a luxurious moan, as she outright birthed the larva in her there and then, though she relayed a silent instruction for it to stay out of sight until otherwise commanded.

Her belly deflated as a result as the slippery Machinium creation skittered away in the chaos.

Gina disabled the security turrets, and then spied the mainframe ahead, overlooking the bridge, separated by a war map and a thick glass screen with markings on it. There, a woman, presumably the captain, was busy attempting to regain control of her ship, perhaps resume any self-destruct she could manage, rooting around at the mainframe block. She spied Gina, and backed up, hands drifting towards their holstered sidearm; she was in her thirties, but rather cute, short, straight brown hair, pale blue eyes fierce with defiance and a bit of fear, and soft lips pulled back in a gritted sneer, all contained in a tight fitting light grey uniform bearing the rank insignia of captain of the UON on her shoulders and chest, a dark, form-fitting undersuit to allow for quick donning of EVA gear.

She drew her gun, and took aim at Gina's face, whose eyes were busy scanning the rest of the bridge; it was oddly devoid of other crew. Perhaps the ship was running on a skeleton complement. It would be strange if they weren't on the bridge during an attack.

"You just can't accept what you've already taken from us!" she growled. "You can't ever be satisfied, ever!"

Gina smiled sympathetically, but that didn't stop her sizing the captain up. She was rather shapely...

"You serve cruel masters who will let humanity advance only as much as they deem acceptable for their slaves," Gina retorted. "We will free all of you from that~"

The captain fired a single shot, and it grazed across Gina's brow, causing the most minute cut, quickly sealing. The pistol was an advanced design, a human in armour would be lucky to survive at such close range, assuming their helmet held.

Gina's sympathetic smile took on a dangerous edge.

"That wasn't very nice... you know, I was like you, once. I served REPAIR with distinction, I believed in what I gave up to them, in order to stop the Machina. But we're only denying ourselves evolution, ensuring our inevitable extinction because a handful of monsters cannot be content with all the power imaginable. They must always have more."

"You'll be in good company then," the captain spat bitterly, firing another shot that bounced off Gina's cheek.

"That gun can't hurt me in the time it'd take for me to disarm you," Gina warned.

"But this will," came a man's voice, appearing behind the glass screen holding a large bundle of explosives tucked against his body and a detonator in the other hand. There was enough to destroy the whole bridge, and potentially Gina with it.

She scanned closely; the fool didn't have a dead man's switch.

And neither seemed to have noticed her belly was flat again... some forethought always went a long way, in case things like this happened.

"He'll blow us all to kingdom come," the captain said darkly. "We'll all die. And I'll gladly accept that fate."

Gina was quiet for a moment, and then smirked.

"I thought you were taught not to engage with Machina," she quipped.

They both exchanged looks.

"You want to test me, ma-- what the fuck!?" the man exclaimed, and then let a panicked cry as Gina's larva leapt onto him from above. He tried to pry it off, but his frightened shouts were silenced with a bewildered gag as the larva plunged its tail into his mouth, and got to work corrupting him.

"Hector!" the captain screamed, momentarily looking away.

Gina lunged, and before the captain realised her mistake, she was being grappled down onto computer consoles before the war table, Gina disarming her quickly. The Growler smiled and giggled as the captain struggled, Gina's shaft bumping up against the woman's thighs.

The captain spat in Gina's face.

"It doesn't make a difference, you mechanical slut," she spoke with venom. "The rest of the crew will take back control, even from you, and they'll lock you down and kill you. What even was the point of this? You can't take this ship on your own."

"Oh, no, I couldn't. But that wasn't the plan~" Gina revealed.

A look of surprise crossed the captain's face.

"But, wha..."

She was interrupted by a lot of gunfire down the hall she came from, panicked shouts and a lot of lusty laughter.

A loud bang rumbled through the ship, and then the captain looked over at a nearby screen with an external camera looking outside; one of ABYT's transports had just latched onto the frigate, and a Machina boarding party was in the process of overtaking the ship.

"No..." the captain uttered quietly.

"You humans really need to learn to recognise distraction and delay tactics, or is the UOF already slacking on training?" Gina taunted. She felt a little bad, but it had to be said; some of these military types were prone to mistakes.

But she pushed those thoughts aside and looked at the captain with a lusty look, licking her lips. And the captain's eyes widened, realising what Gina's intent was.

Without warning, Gina pushed the captain further onto the war table, the Growler climbing atop of it and forcibly pushing the hardened glass plotting screen off its mounts, making it clatter to the other side of the table, too strong for it to shatter.

With an open space, Gina was now free to start groping the struggling captain, cupping the human's breasts, crooning softly.

"Get off me!" the captain cried, desperately trying to struggle, but before she could protest further, Gina suddenly kissed her; the captain's eyes went wide, especially as she felt Gina's tongue slither into her throat, bulging it out and making her gag.

Gina exhaled a healthy dose of artificial pheromones, meant to calm and moderately arouse humans, though she also made sure to give the captain a nice, healthy dose of M2 from her throat to theirs.

Gina meshed her lips and twisted them against the captain's, but never once broke the seal so the woman would have every drop of the orange nano-machine goop.

The captain tried to desperately push Gina off, and kicked her legs against the glowing glass screen of the war table, but it was to no avail against the much heavier and stronger Machina, whose cock was already weighing on the captain's belly, throbbing as Gina began to leak from her glans, her pussy, and her breasts.

But Gina's M2 was slowly having an affect, and after she broke the kiss and trailed the whole near-foot of tongue out of the captain's throat, the human gasped hotly, their pale face flushed red.

The Machina grinned, and promptly attacked the woman's neck, licking and kissing and making the captain whine, arousal already starting to afflict her body, her nipples erecting beneath her tight uniform.

Gina trailed licks and kisses all the way down to the captain's breasts, whereupon she tore open the human's uniform, exposing a lovely set of breasts with pale pink nipples.

The captain let out a protesting whine, but that didn't stop Gina from clasping her lips around those peaks and suckling luxuriously, making the woman arch her back.

The Machina swapped between the two nipples, swirling that segmented, impressively dexterous muscle's tip against each pink cap and the nub that crowned them, sometimes flicking, sometimes pushing down, and constantly salivating M2-laced saliva that would leave the skin tingly and sensitive and only further enhance the woman's corruption.

She groped and suckled on those mounds, and even unfurled her tongue past her lips to completely coil each globe with her tongue, squeezing and massaging them, before finally moving onward, trailing licks and kisses down the woman's body, tearing their uniform as Gina went.

Until, finally, she was between the captain's thighs, which weakly attempted to close off their crotch.

But already, in parts, the captain's uniform had been moderately eaten away by the aroused leakage of the Machina, though Gina hardly waited for that to finish, promptly tearing the rest of the uniform until two tattered halves loosely hung to either side of the captain's surprisingly nubile body.

And of course, there was the human's puffy vulva, already leaking from Gina's efforts, wet with arousal.

The Machina grinned, and rolled her tongue firmly up the woman's pussy, splaying the labia apart and tasting the soft, delicate pink flesh in between, curling up and down, pressing a kink to the woman's clit on the upwards strokes and gently flicking the nub with the tip of the tongue whenever she doubled back and went down.

It was at this point she gripped the captain's thighs to keep them in place, the human starting to struggle and whine, gasping and grabbing at the smooth glass of the war table.

Gina switched tactics, and focused on the captain's clit, clasping her lips upon the bud and suckling hard, tongue firmly rolling around it, pushing against it, tracing the tip between the clit and the hood, whilst slowly working her jaws and lips away at the woman's vulva, as if trying to drink from it.

Shrill cries left the captain, unable to feel anything but pleasure thanks to Gina's skill and her M2, her saliva slowly sensitising the pretty pussy she was presently devouring.

She picked up speed, rapidly waggling her tongue to the captain's clit, or between her labia, the swift tongue movements edging the human towards the limit... but Gina didn't want to make her cum just yet.

So the Machina slid down a little, and started rolling her tongue against the captain's entrance... and promptly invaded the pussy with every inch of length she could provide, kinking the segmented muscle, undulating it like rolling waves, and writhing it like a maddened snake as Gina's lips clasped tight to the human's soaked vulva.

The captain practically screamed in stimulation, arching her back as she tried to wrench herself free, to no avail.

"Stop! It's too much!" the captain cried, but further protests were warped by a loud moan. Gina had found the woman's G-Spot, and proceeded to attack it mercilessly, plunging her tongue in and out of that passage without relent, twisting her muscle to get some extra girth to spread the captain's walls. She swirled her muscle against the woman's cervix, making sure to lather plenty of M2 saliva upon it, and constantly pressing a kink in the tongue to the human's G-Spot.

Naturally, they did not last long, and with a cry that was musical to Gina's ears, the captain arched their back and spasmed violently, a surge of fluids failing to escape Gina's clasped lips, the Machina wriggling her tongue aggressively to intensify the orgasm to overwhelming levels, the captain thrashing and almost looking like they were having a seizure.

Their eyes rolled upwards, and their shuddering moan excited Gina, but she finally relented and pulled her tongue free of the captain's quivering pussy, untwisting and retracting back into her mouth.

She licked her lips and watched the captain's bust heaving as they panted, trying to recover from the mind-blowing climax they'd just endured.

Of course, they were hardly done.

Gina grinned deviously, and crawled back onto the table, grabbing the captain's legs so that she could keep them held up by Gina's own thighs, her cock now throbbing with immense need.

The captain yelped in surprise, and then her eyes widened in panic as she realised what was about to happen.

"N-No, you can't!" she pleaded.

Gina pressed a finger to the woman's lips, shushing her softly, as the Machina gently ground her cock against the woman's slit. The thick length would be much for most humans, and this was after Gina had shifted its size, just a little. But after that intense cunnilingus, Gina's saliva would ensure the captain was just that little bit stretchier.

"Here I go~" Gina crooned, and rocked back, aligning her tip with the captain's pussy, still trying to shake themselves free, but only teasing themselves inadvertently rubbing their vulva to the Machina's steely glans.

A few moments of that Gina allowed, enjoying the small, sharp whines that left the aroused captain. But she did not have endless patience; slowly, she began to push inside, making the human cry in stimulation as she was stretched.

Gina seethed in pleasure, pushing in to the halfway mark... and then slamming home, balls slapping against the captain's cheek, making the human practically scream in stimulation; it should've hurt, and there was probably a bit of pain, but the M2 in Gina's saliva and what she fed the captain before was already beginning to affect the human's cells.

The most obvious example of this was the fact the captain took all nine inches of cock, the smallest Gina could make it. Especially given Gina's glans had impacted the woman's cervix, nominally a rather traumatic thing.

But she'd grown a bit stretchier, the nanomachines in their limited numbers prioritising a change to how the human's nerve receptors translated certain sensations, causing an intense sensitivity, as well as increasing the elasticity of the tissue to better accommodate a Machina's size and enhance resilience in general before more thorough reconstruction and assimilation commenced.