#44

Xena was annoyed, more so than usual.

It was the combination of things, really. If it were just having to deal with the Travelers while in confined spaces, or if it were just having to support her daughters, she wouldn’t have any issues. Sure, it would be tedious either way, but she could handle the situation fairly well.

But both meant that she would have to tie some arms behind her back. Could she call back her daughters? Yes, but then it would allow the pedophilic villain and the Simurgh’d Travelers group to get out into the open, which would be such a bummer. And the same if she were to just go “fuck it” and treat the narrow bunker hallways as if she were The Juggernaut, bitch.

Could she solve both problems if she employed her big-tiddied pigeon? Yes. Would she? No.

Xena felt confident that she could handle this without employing the succulent white bird. Plus Simmy was pregnant. You can’t bring a pregnant woman into a fight. That’s highly unreasonable.

So she, of course, compromised. She went from her “human form” to a hybrid variant as she strutted toward the noise and clamor. Her limbs lengthened as charcoal-black chitin grew over her pink skin like living armor. Long, sharp talons erupted from her hands. The queen’s headcrest reshaped itself into a tall, spiked mask that hid everything above her cheekbones, leaving only her lower face exposed.

She still wasn’t the height of her true self, but as the pink fabric turned into an equally pink silk dueling cape that flowed down her left arm, hiding one of her exposed breasts, Xena was nearly at 100% of her power. Even if her exposed breast and schlong bobbed to and fro while her tail lashed behind her.

The increase in size, even if only to half her standing sixteen feet, meant less overall stress on the concrete. It also meant that when she crouched lightly and pushed off the floor… it only cratered a small bit.

Xena blitzed down the halls. Each footfall cratered the concrete and impaled it with her heel. The pink cape whipped around as she banked around corners instead of pivoting. On the bends she used the concrete walls as momentary floors while the distance between her and the true fighting shrank.

It was as she was turning a corner that her eyes widened.

She drove her feet into the ground as she tried to stop, only for her attempt to act more like a farm plough. She dug deep furrows. Chunks of concrete and snapped rebar tore free from the floor as heat and light grew more and more unbearable. Xena winced as the pinhole to the center of a sun, treated like a fantasy game’s fireball, started to blister her exposed skin. Wisps of smoke rose from her chitin. The silk of the pink cape curled and browned, a mosquito bite compared to the ball of death she was skidding toward.

Blonde locks singed down to the root as her chitin discolored then bubbled from the heat.

Xena lost balance and fell onto her back, still trying to slow down to avoid an attack that was very effective on almost any xenomorph. The remains of her cape shredded into scraps between her back and the hard floor. Her exposed blister popped and ignited as her acidic blood acted as an accelerant. It was as the hard chitin that formed the soles of her high heels caught fire that she finally used her doubled queen-sized brain and went ethereal.

And like a switch was flipped, she slid through the gap between the slowly moving pinhole and the molten floor. She passed through the range of thermal destruction as her body quickly began to heal. The charred and burnt skin softened and lightened in color, reverting to pink, supple flesh. The bubbling chitin settled and smoothed out, once again the polished grey. Even the flames from her blood snuffed out as she slid through the hall and through the floor as if it were a slip-and-slide coated in NASA-grade lubricant.

She saw the culprit of the ball of xenomorph death. A simple teenage girl dressed head to toe in black body armor emblazoned with a red sun. The outfit blended the curves of her figure, squashing hills and filling valleys. Five feet around her remained untouched by the heat as she manipulated the ball-o-death toward where Xena had once been.

Standing down the hall from Sundancer and far from the ball of fire was a teen dressed in a red-accented magician’s outfit with a red full-mask. He was watching and waiting, likely for Xena to strike. No doubt if there wasn’t a heat mirage bending the air he’d have been able to spot her in her ethereal form.

But too bad for him, Xena had a thing for women that could just kill her. And Xena remembered that the Author openly flaunted his fetish for blondes and made sure that nearly every single blonde woman was attractive. Sherrel was a prime example of that. Despite being a drug abuser and a physical abuse victim, she was sexy as sin, even before Xena healed up the damage.

Xena was also sure that Sundancer wouldn’t be too opposed to having larger assets.

The dumb bimbo queen used the British Goblin’s power and boosted in the opposite direction of her continued astro-glide through and on the concrete, rapidly slowing her movement down. All of the healing and power usage was causing her exposed member to engorge, and there was a perfect aid standing there next to her.

Xena pushed herself out of merging with the floor then deactivated her ethereal form, becoming visible to both villainous gamers. Xena couldn’t see it herself due to the masks both color-coordinated capes wore, but she could almost feel how their eyes fell upon her form and widened at her sudden appearance.

Trickster reached out unconsciously at her as Xena mimicked the pose, reaching out for a retreating Sundancer. In that small gap of time Xena noticed the moment when Trickster thought to try and swap her and Sundancer’s spots in the hope of preventing his teammate from being caught by the scary chitinous streaker. The way his face scrunched up as that very extended hand was brought back alongside his other to reach for the mother of all headaches his shard just sent him for attempting to displace the five tons of biomass without any prep.

Xena wrapped her arm around the waist of Sundancer and brought her in close.

“You’re coming with me, chica.” Xena spoke softly as Sundancer beat her fists against Xena’s head to no effect.

Trickster looked on in pain, clutching his head and unable to help. There was nobody else to replace Sundancer with besides himself. But Trickster would never risk himself for somebody other than Noelle. He slowly started to stumble away from Xena and her next victim.

Xena carefully clamped her hand around Sundancer’s slender neck and kept her struggling as the oxygen was cut off from her. Her kicks and punches slowed as she lost consciousness. While she waited for the girl to go under, Xena did the right thing and used her powers to enhance Marissa’s form. Like she did with Yuri not so long ago, Xena hit the villainous cape with her bimbo-beam and asset enlarger.

Sundancer’s body armor shrank down as her breasts, ass, and hips grew. The skin-tight black spandex-like material grew more elastic and conformed to the new curves, as if it were shrink-wrapped. The armor plating shrank and curved to become more impractical as it went from protection to accentuation, ensuring her bodacious bosom was cradled and her flaring hips and ass were accompanied by a waspish waist. Her combat boots and leg armor turned into thigh-high stilettos that gave the girl a solid extra six inches of height.

By the time the transformation was done and the now thick red lips and exposed pale lower face gave their last gasp, Xena had grown a full chub from the power usage and finally placed the bimbo-fied girl into her inventory.

That done, Xena looked down momentarily at her leaking cock. She was running out of time if she wanted to take care of the Travelers without help from her large boobie.

Xena would have to be efficient about her power usage in the following encounters. She lazily caught up to the stumbling Trickster.

“Why run? Your gang is not getting out of this and neither is the Snake.”

“FFFFuck off. You-you monster!” Trickster tried to tell Xena off, but the debilitating shard-induced headache was making it hard to speak, his own voice causing his temples to throb.

Xena snorted at him.

“Oh, Francis. I’m the monster? It was you and your group that sold off your friend into the Yangban, and it is your group that actively enabled Noelle to eat people.”

Both people in the hall froze as Xena stopped talking.

“Huh, now that I say it out loud... I am kinda a monster, ain’t I?”

But Xena’s revelation went ignored by Trickster.

“How-how! Do you know our names?”

“Oh that little thing? You can blame Coil for that. See, he and I had a deal. You know the whole quid pro quo type? I do something for him and he gives up you guys to me on a silver platter.”

Xena was lying out of her ass but she felt it was kinda funny as a sort of last petty attack on the pedophilic bastard to burn bridges.

Xena spoke as if she was informing Francis about a conspiracy.

“But you see, Coil sent a bunch of mercs to attack me and ended up causing the Empire to attack me. So here I am getting revenge and my payment.”

Trickster stumbled and fell onto the concrete, the headache still killing him, metaphorically. The real death would be happening later when she turned his last seconds on earth into agony of the chest and gave him a quick and final headache.

Xena took the chance to grab the nape of his neck and pull him in alongside his fellow into her inventory. Both capes would find it far too difficult to escape due to their current cognitive impairments. She began picking up speed as she continued down the hall, this time taking the corners more cautiously as she didn’t feel like sunbathing again.

Xena’s horniness was being tempered by the feeling of knowing that her daughters were, in fact, being killed. A dark smile shaped her lips. They may have been getting killed, but their blood would make a COD player’s eye twitch from the PTSD flashbacks to all those players who used Martyrdom.

And Xena was sure Noelle was experiencing their pain, and she was sure that the girl was not enjoying that feeling.

The remaining Travelers tried to slow her down. A few desperate handfuls of rubble turned into shotgun blasts, a half-formed projection from Genesis that was torn through as if it were made of papier-mâché, something ballistic that bounced off her chitin now that she wasn’t sandbagging. She treated them as obstacles rather than threats. One by one they went into the inventory or were left broken on the floor waiting to be carried away after the raid was done.

By the time she reached the large central chamber, her cock was leaking steadily and her thoughts were starting to fray at the edges. Every power use was stacking the cost higher. She could feel it building in her core, that dangerous, sweet pressure that promised to knock her on her ass if she wasn’t careful.

She didn’t care.

The doors to the chamber had already been torn open. Inside, the air stank of blood, bile, and something vile like burnt plastics mixed with harsh cleaners. Noelle, Echidna now, really, stood in the middle of the room, her body a shifting mass of flesh and half-formed limbs capped off by burnt and melted carbon. Several of Xena’s daughters were still twitching on the floor around her, their blood pooling and smoking where it touched the concrete. A few more were half “eaten,” the obvious first attempts from the malformed cape to deal with the new threat, only to find out that they gave major acid reflux.

Noelle’s many eyes locked onto Xena.

“You,” the monster rasped. The girl’s still-human half looked tiny compared to the rest of the body, like a vestigial limb. “You’re the one who’s been killing them. You’re the one who took the others.”

Xena stepped fully into the room, charred pink cape scraps still clinging to one arm, schlong heavy and dripping between her thighs. A slow, mean smile pulled at her lips.

“Yeah,” she said. “And you’re next.”

AN

No P-word shilling today guys, for there will be no early chapters on there for The Black Queen Of Brockton Bay. It is with great reluctance and regret that I have to announce that this story will be on hiatus. I've been having difficulties with writing this story ever since the Simurgh "fight" and multiple times I have wanted to just go full "and Xena conquered the world, The End." but each time I have had the hesitation due to wanting to expand on it instead of abruptly ending it. I probably should have just done that it would have likely been a better solution than what I am doing now. So I do apologize for leaving it on this.

For those wondering how this will affect the writing cycle, well I will be using the two weeks to write any of the numerous plot bunnies that have plagued my mind.  Over The Top and Smashing Through Hero Academia will still be consistent uploads, but the other ideas will be written on a Vibe by Vibe basis.