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Operation: Motherload.

Vaya can taste them in the air with her tongue, so long and slithering in the dark enclosed space. How cruel it was for her food to torture her by only feeding her a morsel, then shutting her in this box. She was supposed to play with her food, not the other way around!
The box she was in was strong, without any noticeable seams. Her compact muscles could usually pry open any cell door, or grate, or crew quarters wall panel. This had nothing for her claws to slip into, no lock for her tail to pick.

Suddenly her casket hit something hard, causing her to lose her balance. Then sparks rained down around her, her sensory organs perceiving them as volatile energy that disoriented her. It did not last long, everything went silent.
Vaya investigated again, finding the upper panel loose. While it was hot to the touch, the Xenoletch had been filled with hotter fluids before. The panel was pushed aside easily, and she was assailed by so many new sounds and flavors.
The ground was soft and moist, the air thick with steam. Vaya could taste the sweetness of rot and bitter swamp water. She tasted the air long and hard, her nethers beginning to drip as she found the faint salty taste she craved.
Mossy wood gave to her claws as she climbed, leaping between branches with ease. She had adapted to any environment, even the vacuum of space could not keep her from her prey. It was such a shame they didn't last as long without a breathable atmosphere as she did.
But this wasn't her normal prey, this tasted...familiar, potent, delicious. Her visual perception could see his electromagnetic field in the distance, the wavelength of it resonating with some deep part of her she never knew existed. It drove her to move faster, more recklessly, a branch she leaped to failing to hold her weight.

Thankfully her prey was not startled by her sudden descent. It had been busy thrusting into some poor animal it had found, a wolf in the middle of hunting a female in heat. The scent of canine estrus was carried by the humid air, driving him to claim the male instead. The creature liked canines, they felt so familiar.
However, what fell from the trees smelled better.
The flesh of Vaya's breast felt good in the creature's hands, providing a good handhold as it found the first hole. It was incredibly tight and warm, he felt it undulate around his cock in such a different way. He could tell that she enjoyed it, as he felt her claws rub against his chin, coaxing him further.
Vaya couldn't believe her luck! Not only did she find her prey, but it was eager to feed her. As it greedily fucked her skull, the muscles that comprised her brain tissue spasmed and wriggled around that hard and beautiful cock. Every sensation of pleasure only made it thrust harder as her very thoughts made her brain cells squeeze around him.

The creature felt his knot swell, expecting his prey to squeal in protest. Instead, Vaya panted and pushed her head back into his pelvis, the air filling with the scent of her cunt juices. That was the last push for him, the scent so familiar and good that he had to let go.
Thick, hot seed gushed into Vaya's main belly, the creature's knot filling the one in her skull. Every bit of her vibrated as her orgasm rippled through her. She had never been so full from one ejaculation, this male seemed almost made for her.
Especially since his hips began thrusting again before his cock had finished providing her with her first meal. Vaya's tongue hung from her mouth, tasting the air constantly. She could tell more of these beautiful creatures were coming, creatures, she knew came from her somehow.
And when they arrive, mommy will be happy to let her lovely boys fill her hungry belly…

Action report: Xenomorphic Research Initiative.
Date: *REDACTED*
Location: *REDACTED*

In response to the recent outbreak of a group of genetically grown organisms, codenamed: Whore-hounds, X.R.I command approved operation: Motherload. This involved capturing and then transporting the original Xenoletch organism, codenamed: Vaya, to the last known location of the pack.

According to research data, the Whore-hound's DNA is mixed with predatory canine strands and the mother organism, Vaya. This created a very powerful, very sexually active pack hunter. After their escape, it had been concluded that the mother organism could attract and subdue them. This is because the urge to mate would combine with familiar genetic memory to make Vaya, in blunt terms, irresistible.
Hypothesized conclusions have been proven positive, as the first encounter with one of the Whore-hounds resulted in immediate copulation. Scouts report other Whore-hounds within a 100-acre radius of the swampland are now converging, drawn by her scent.

Due to Vaya's extra orifices, the rest of the pack could be subdued within a few days. The next stage of Operation: Motherload can commence shortly after, tranquilizing the Whore-hounds when sufficiently fatigued. Once they are retrieved, Vaya will remain at the location for several weeks, to attract any stragglers.

End of action report.