"It's beautiful, Master..."

Constance and her mate Drax gawked at the sight before them. An abandoned monastery, partially broken and overgrown with vines and moss, built upon the side of the hill. A twisting tree had grown around one of the monastery's tower, supporting and seeming to be keeping it from crumbling.

Ever since they arrived in the new world, Coven and the others had been looking for a place to stay. There were tribes of monsters that offered the aliens their hospitality, and there were great cities inhabited by rather xenophobic humans. Despite the options, they all agreed that they should look for a lair in the wilds, away from regular civilization.

"Ooooh, an abandoned structure, overgrown and consumed by nature," said Viscerin. "I should have guessed that you would hunt for something like this, dad. It's so you."

While Coven was still searching for a lair for them, they had been staying under the courtesy of a small tribe of nagas, who were curious about the aliens and allowed them to stay in their village.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Coven with a smile. His hands were behind his back and his tail was swishing left and right. "I can imagine how comfortable it is to live in there.... Buut there's one problem."

"What's that?" asked Drax.

"It's already inhabited." Coven replied bluntly.

"By what?" asked Viscerin.

"A zerg broodmother."

"A broodmother?" Constance repeated with more bewilderment. "How did it get here? Are we in zerg territory?"

"As far as I know, she and her clutch are the only zerg here for miles around."

"So what are we going to do about it?" asked Viscerin.

"We challenge her for the lair of course."

With that said, the group entered the monastery ruin through the front door. Coven pushed on the two heavy wooden doors to open them inwards. Zerg presence was immediately apparent as a group of zerlings scampered away from the opened door and retreated into the other rooms and pathways of the monastery.

However, something else faced the intruders rather than ran away. The broodmother of this clutch descended from above on a green rappel-like web and faced the visitors.

"Away from my realm, intruders!" she said. "Lest your essence will feed my clutch."

"Broodmother! I have come to challenge you for the lair!" Coven proclaimed as he pointed at the zerg. "Face me one on one! If I win, we take the lair. if you win, we will leave your clutch in peace."

The broodmother smirks. "Very well, you insignificant welp. Face me, and face the Swarm."

Little did she know of Coven's own capabilities. Though he promised an unarmed combat, natural weapons are allowed. He pitted her array of high-velocity spines and biological explosives against his own mutation powers. He grew blades of sinew and bone in place of his arms and rushed in to quickly finish the broodmother off.

Coven was victorious in the duel. He survived with several slashes and spine wounds that quickly regenerated over the course of seconds. The broodmother, meanwhile, was not so fortunate. She laid on the floor, many of her limbs cut off and vital arteries severed with the deep gashes that littered her body.

Coven wanted to leave her to die, but then she spoke her final words.

"Wait, foul conqueror... You have defeated me fair and square, so you are deserving of this lair more than I... But I beseech that you hear my final plea..."

Coven turned around to face her. "Speak, then."

"I know that you are one similar to me; you consume. Evolve. Adapt and assimilate. My life may be fleeting, but that doesn't mean my clutch should join me... Please, assimilate my essence. Take my place. Let my clutch be yours if it means ensuring their survival..."

Coven approached her, clearly considering the offer. She seems to know him well, and the dangers one can face in this new world are vast, varied and considerable. If the clutch survives, perhaps their own will be ensured as well.

"Very well. I will take your place," said Coven.

He held onto her neck as an array of tendrils rose from under them and enveloped them like a chryssalis. Within, a drastic change occurred.

The Broodmother was gone, and Coven had emerged with a completely new visage.

The surviving zerg obbeys the call of a new mistress.

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A major announcement! My quest to seek a new visage for myself has concluded! The result is what you see before you!

The sergal had been drifting away from my interest for quite a while. I desired a new form, I desired to change. And I chose to embrace the zerg, after being reminded of their glory. So I am now a zerg-ish broodmother creature. Yaay!

Apologies to those who prefered my serg visage. To make you feel better, I do desire to keep it as a disguise form of sort.

know tthat this form ismore capable of more lewd interactions too!