After having participated in being a nefarious milkmaid and making her first ever delivery, Xena quickly returned to the growing hive. Instead of expanding out and possibly revealing their presence to the rest of the world(shitty homeless drug dealers not included), her drones with help from her clones have been digging underground.

  A network of tunnels and chambers being dug without the knowledge of the city would normally be quite a challenge and the only reason why Coil could get away with it was that he secretly owned a bunker construction company. The issue with digging out an underground base was not what you would expect. It was the waste products. The dirt, stone, and cy that would need to be disposed of. Normal methods would have it shipped off to some pile out in the middle of nowhere or given to certain companies if it was of quality makeup.

  Unsalted sand was always in demand for concrete manufacturing.

  Even wildlife isn't free from this problem. Ant hills are called that for a reason, the dug-up dirt and pebbles form the colony are transported to the top and spread around the entrance of the colony creating a tiny hill.

  So, it begs the question: How does one remain hiding while digging out a massive network of tunnels and chambers in the "middle" of a well poputed city? Answer: you eat it. Now normally this would not solve the issue only really converting one problem to a stinkier problem, but xenomorph biology is fucky. Really fucky.

  Xena's species could casually live off of eating rocks and bathing in radiation and the only thing ever excreted from them is their saliva, in ridiculous amounts which can be used for construction and the ovomorph, aka eggs.

  Granted, Xena had made a concerted effort to nullify those benefits with how much she's been producing in terms of sexual fluids and breast milk. But such sacrifices are things she is somberly willing to pay.

  So, a xenomorph hive could easily have whole miles worth of sedan wide tunnels snaking their way underneath a popution's feet and they'd be none the wiser. Combining that with her clones directing her drones to not chew the cables and pipes, meant Xena could be extra cheeky.

  The smooth brain'd bimbo bitch was directing her expansion towards Coil's endbringer shelter cum bond vilin base.

  It would take some time as there were a few miles between her factory-based hive and the snake's under-construction Downtown ir. Time for it to potentially be mostly completed before the alien lizard made his watery appearance.

  She could very well hunt for the slimy bastard in his civis, and perhaps if she was more pressed for time and had true invincibility she might have. But the potential to have THE flying brick, literal gay rainbow, and dead-beat dad on her ass for fucking with their experiment in such a direct manner was a bit much for her right now.

  With her current modus operandi it gives more pusible deniability for when she finally "accidentally" stumbles onto his subterranean base while she was expanding her own.

  Granted, she was sure that any day now Coil would slither his way back to cauldron pleading for them to fix his issues when she inevitably messed with his Machiavellian schemes.

  Judging by how she hadn't heard nor seen any signs of a robbery of the BB Central Bank and the inclusion of the attack of the PRT building by the ABB, Xena could definitively conclude that she has fucked with the snake's pns and that she could no longer rely on her canon knowledge. Maybe the lizard attack would still happen and maybe Taylor would still join the undersiders but canon was dead, and she killed it. Maybe...

  Xena started to tap her plump lips with a chitinous finger.

  "Would an annoyingly smug Thinker be worth getting if given big old tiddies?"

  She contempted this philosophical question while she slowly rocked her hips into Xera's cum filled cunt. Her unoccupied hands kneaded her clone's rge ass, the occasional thumb slipping in to stretch her puckered ring revealing how it was oozing with her earlier deposits.

  "Mmmmpf... I-I think... that-that adding... another! Blonde to your roster would be goooood." Xena just loved how Xera struggled to speak as she spasmed on her cock, her sensitivity, a drawback according to her creation, shared with her own. It, along with her utter virginity, meant that for Xena and her clones, orgasm came easy and uninhibited.

  If it weren't for Xera's ovipositor adding additional space, her quim would have already been flooding the chamber floor, causing more sement to build up than what has already started to. A continuous problem that was being solved via her drones eating the growing mounds.

  "AAAAhnnn!" Xera came hard, her tunnel cmping down on Xena's cock unduting in a way that coaxed out another load of cum. The pumps suctioned to her nipples worked overtime as an influx of milk spewed forth from Xera's fat breasts. Her body turned rigid, forgetting to breathe for a moment before she gasped in a lung full of air.

  "Ha. Ha. Haah... I think that you should get Lisa soon, but maybe you should focus on the women of your harem that have yet to have a taste of your cock."

  She ground her ass on Xena's hip, stirring up her insides and making sure that her folds polished the invader. Xena leaned over her clone's back, her Queen hands grasping around the base of Xera's tits before she began to milk the cow as best as she could. Xena's T-Rex hands went to her own, retively, smaller breasts repeating the process and ensuring the suction pumps on her own teets were being adequately worked.

  Xena's pussy had rivulets running down her leg from the stimution while Xera's was trapped by the seal made from her bia and Xena's cock.

  "You really think I should use my Gremlin for release finally?" Xena spoke quietly, her tone husky. The saucy minx that was Xera moo'd in affirmation getting Xena to let out a throaty ugh letting them both feel her cock vibrating inside its current home.

  "Fine I'll take her after I'm done pumping a few more gallons from you and... into you." Saying that, Xena started to rock her hips again. Pumping in and out of Xera's pussy. Each cycle more and more of their combined fluids fell to the floor joining the cooling puddles from their ongoing breeding session. A Session that was ultimately causing issues for the rest of the hive as Xecate had to manage the chaos since the current ruler was too busy to do it herself.

  The youngest Queen was ordering drones to make more room to store the ever-increasing amount of Ovomorphs, thankful that the constant supply of new Drones meant that she had more hands to carry the drum-sized eggs to rger and deeper chambers.