Several decks away from where the Agent was, one of the Harvesters finally completed its intense metamorphosis, having been supplied unique chemicals by the colony. Slithering out of the large fleshy chamber that had housed it, the monster then faced its creator.

Chemical signals passed through between them, an unique form of communication amongst the Harvesters, and the monster then turned around, long legs stepping over the writhing bodies of moaning females, utterly engaged by the Harvesters buried in their tunnels. Ignoring them all, the new Harvester had no such interests in them for it had been born for one and one purpose only, to stop the impertinent female that had managed to get rid of even the monstrous centipede-like Harvester. If great strength and armor was not enough to accomplish the task of capturing a female that had thus far used resourcefulness and strategy...

Then a creature that made such things meaningless would be dispatched. This time, the ravenous intelligence of the colony had dispatched a monster, for which range meant nothing, to stop the agent that had managed to elude its Harvesters thus far.

Lacking the tentacles and pheromones of the standard Harvesters and the heavy armor of the last monster to pursue the Agent, the creature instead boasted a body that was both stealthy and resilient, allowing it to move quietly without needing any further protection. Even its legs, ending in claw-like feet, were well-suited for the purpose of hunting down enemies of the colony. Unlike the centipede monster, the Thrasher that Minerva had succeed against, this one was a true hunter, silent and covert, never making any unnecessary sounds, and even held the ability to camouflage itself... Though, given the surroundings of the part of the ship where the Agent was in now, such an ability was useless for the time being.

In a way, where the Thrashers were the ultimate predators, the Stalker was the perfect predator...

As the new Harvester took off on the hunt, tracking down the Agent by following the signals of the other Harvesters that had last seen her before she had disappeared, the Crawler buried insider her flower was still hard at work, new tentacles developing from the base of the creature and now teasing against the lips of her sex. And to make things worse, several of the tentacles assaulting her body had evolved suction cups on their tips, which were then latched onto the hard peaks of Minerva's mounds, sucking and tugging on them hard now.

There was truly no end to the evolutionary potential of the Harvesters, after all, and it was this trait that made them so tenacious and so difficult to deal with. A fact the ADD was about to learn, and learn hard.

Minerva looked around desperately for some fire extinguisher outside the hanger security. Why wouldn't they have anything like that so close the door. The agent let out a soft moan as her entire body twitched from the writhing Crawler inside her. The creature wasn't going stop even though she couldn't find what she was looking for. The young woman was going to have to move forward if she was going to have to any chance to get the communications room before it was too late.

Already she could feel the creature buried in her sex evolving. It was getting rougher inside her wet flower, rubbing more of her sensitive areas, she gasped and moaned as she drifted down the hallway. She could feel the more tentacles reach out and begin to rub her nether lips. Suddenly the ones wrapped around her breasts began to change and temporarily stopped squeezing and massaging her breasts. The young woman looked down and see them begin to form suction cups on their tips. N-no!!! Please no!!!

The creature's tentacles then suddenly latched on to her erect nipples and began to suck and tug on her swollen mounds. The young woman let out a cry that filled the hallway as she drifted backwards into a wall. The redhead moaned uncontrollably as she could feel the pleasure building rapidly inside her. Her body writhed with every twitch of the creature in her flower and every tug of her mounds. She spent a moment or two caught up in the moment gasping for air as she let out loud moans that surely gave away her position.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, she opened her eyes and glanced down the hallway. She saw the cafeteria just ahead, and one more shot at gathering a weapon against these torturous creatures. Summoning up her willpower one more, and it was getting hard to do so, she pushed off and headed into the cafeteria.

It was already so near the end of its first stage, so close to the second stage of its life cycle. The Crawler, sensing that its evolution was close at hand, only picked up its pace, assaulting its host even harder.

The redhead had done extraordinarily well to resist it this long, even when virtually every other female would have succumbed within minutes. Instead, she had endured the Crawler's torturous attempts to force her into climaxing with her sheer willpower. Unfortunately, this was a strength that the Harvester only saw as one thing... Strength. It was now something the Harvester yearned for, guided by genetic programming to emulate that strength for itself, to distill it into a form that would be assimilated into the colony and strengthen the Harvesters.

It had been one of the primary objectives of the science team that had created the early versions, the proto-Harvesters; While the ability to evolve and survive was of utmost importance for the scientists, they also focused on something else.

The ability to make an enemy's strengths your own. By absorbing the strengths of their foes, Harvesters were able to evolve further. In this manner, they made the playing field roughly equal between themselves and their opponents. It was the rest of their abilities that made them formidable, giving them the edge over enemies that had lost their own edge. Turnabout was fair play, after all. Here, it was what truly defined the Harvesters; they were the sum of all their parts, and having a wealth of genetic information to build upon and the ability to assimilate even more genetic information by absorbing it from other species... Even this early on, the Harvesters could become a true threat to interstellar civilization.

Like all terrible disasters, all that was necessary was the smallest of opportunities to change the course of history itself. So far, however...

It was fortunate that they were still heavily restrained by several factors. One being, their numbers were still far from sufficient to attack anyone yet; the best they could do was small-scale battles such as the ones aboard the warship. Another was, they were limited in where they could go. Those found on Shokushu were already being looked after by a certain scientist studying them, and the rest were trapped aboard a drifting warship. If they had a world to infect and assimilate, then... Well, it would be a dark day, indeed.

The cafeteria Minerva found herself in was, predictably in a great state of mess. Tables and chairs upturned, food and utensils and trays floating around in zero gravity. There was even signs of battle here, laser marks here and there, along with more of demolished weapons and torn uniforms.

There was also an overpowering smell of sex, something to be expected as the cafeteria had been the site of a large orgy, many of the crew members having been drugged by the pheromones of the Harvesters and given in to their arousal. It was only when the Crawlers had arrived that things had gone south very quickly. Though, now, there were none of the crew members to be found, most likely having been dragged off by later stage Harvesters, leaving Minerva as the only human being around. Though, thankfully, despite the overwhelming smell of sex, the pheromones were not as strong in this area, the vents having been damaged in the Harvester attack.

And thankfully as well, there was in fact another fire extinguisher by the doors leading into the kitchen. It was just unfortunate that there were sounds approaching the cafeteria. Already, behind her, the shadows of Harvesters could be seen approaching the corner of a hallway.

Upon entering the cafeteria, the first thing assault Minerva senses was the overpowering smell of sex. The agent looked around saw the amount ripped apart clothes, the tables that were overturned, the chairs lying on the ground, and the trays floating in the zero-g. It was clear, this is where the Harvesters struck first when they first took the ship. There were scorch marks everywhere, signs that the crewmembers didn't go with out the fight. However, judging by the destroyed weapons and taletell smeared juices that on the floor, it looked like those who here had lost and had been taken away by the Harvesters for who knew what.

The pheromones smell wasn't nearly as strong as it was elsewhere on the ship, but it didn't matter as the smell of sex was much stronger here. As the agent drifted to a nearby table, the Crawler seemed to sense again how close she was to an orgasm and struck, moving faster and harder than it had inside her flower. In an instant the young woman doubled over the table as she felt the intense fury of the creature. Her moans were now uncontrollable as she felt herself being driven toward ecstasy. She couldn't believe she would finally be taken by this creature on the table as her breasts were rubbed up and down across the table's surface.

It was once again when fate intervened again, the gasping and moaning agent looked up and could see the shadows of something inhuman approaching the kitchen. It made no sound as it approached, but just it still struck fear in the redhead. The young woman was able to use that fear to hold off her orgasm for a little bit longer. The agent kicked off the table and headed to kitchen desperate for anything she could use against the creatures. Instantly she saw the old standby, the fire extinguisher but something else caught her eye.

Ahead of her was a big walk in freezer, there would be something that she could use. In a heartbeat she drifted over to the freezer and opened it. The blast of cold air felt good on the agent, except the Harvester in her body suddenly drove deep inside and wrapped itself tight around her body desperately using her heat to protect it. Grabbing an insulation bag the redhead, quickly began to load it up with ice cream treats and snacks. Anything cold she could use to fight off the Harvesters.

Its prey was so near now, the Stalker knew it. It also sensed that its presence had been detected, judging from the smell of fear in the air, even amidst the stench of sex. Gifted with a superb sense of smelling that could pick out even the most faint of scents, the Harvester then closed in on the female.

Even if it had been detected, that was no problem, at all. After all, all that had been seen was its current location. All the Stalker needed to do was move, utilize its natural stealth to 'disappear' once again, which was what it was doing now. Already, the thing had vanished from where it was, stalking Minerva from elsewhere, while other Harvesters were approaching the Cafeteria, dispatched by the colony to provide cover for the Stalker. While they had only sufficient natural instincts to act on their own, it was through the colony's superior intelligence that enabled them to collaborate with each others to a degree, raising their combat effectiveness. A characteristic of the Harvesters the scientists had not planned on.

As the Stalker moved, as silently as always, through the back corridor in an attempt to head off the female, two Raiders had already entered the cafeteria through the ventilation shaft and were already drifting toward the door, tentacles pulling them through the lack of gravity.

And within the freezer, something had happened. Faced with the sudden change in the temperature, the Crawler was shocked into a panic and tried to push itself into the female in the hopes of keeping itself warm, but it was useless with its current length. Instead, it grew helpless as the cold quickly got to it, tentacles falling away from Minerva's body and dangling down uselessly between her legs, barely even able to move themselves. And with the tentacles growing colder, much of the creature's vital systems had already been moved away from its body and into the tip of its length.

As a result, it was soon stunned by the cold, no longer even able to move anymore, making the task of dragging it out much easier for Minerva, though it would still be just as pleasurable for her considering the barbs still inside her.

Minerva could feel something happening to the Crawler inside her sex as tried to push deep inside her causing her to let out a loud moan. Still she sense something was wrong with the Crawler as it struggled to wrap its tentacles against her body. The slowly one by one the tentacles began to fall away from her nubile body and began to hang between her legs. They continued to move by just barely. The agent was astonished that to see it succumb to the cold so quickly. The young woman reached down and grabbed the creature with both hands. She slowly pulled it out moaning as she felt every barb brush against her sex on the way out. Disturbingly her own flower clamped down on the creature as she finally pulled it out. Now fully exposed to the cold, the Crawler curled up into a ball and the agent threw it off to the corner of the room where it wouldn't harm anyone ever again.

The young woman then reached down and picked up her bag of ice cream. There was at least one other creature now in cafeteria, the agent was sure of it. She wasn't sure she even stood a chance but she had to hope her next plan would work. For now though she would have to come out of the freezer. Clad only in her knee high socks, the freezer was too cold even for the recently freed agent.

As it was thrown into the corner, the curled up Harvester trembled against the cold, its body fast failing it in the extreme temperature. The female's warm haven had been its last haven in the freezer, and denied that it had no chances of surviving. As small as they were, Crawlers faced the greatest dangers when confronted by the cold, wherein others could endure it longer. Before long, it ceased to be, missed by no one; after all, there were still countless Crawlers to replace it.

Minerva, on the other hand, was one of the precious few left on the warship still free. And the only one, at this point, to have not only endured this long but successfully extracted the Crawler out of her before it could subdue her, despite being dosed with pheromones heavily and having been on the verge of a climax. This made her far too valuable a commodity for the colony, and it was with renewed vigor that the Harvesters now sought her, the two Raiders pushing through the kitchen doors with the Stalker still out of sight. Still, with the task of providing cover, the Raiders still had a job to do. When they entered the kitchen, they could still detect the female, both by following the fading pheromones of the dead Crawler and by sniffing out the Agent's wet sex.

Not staying together, the two split up, one heading down another direction as the other moved toward the freezer. Still retaining a worm-like shape, the Raiders were much larger than the Crawlers, but not quite as large as fully-grown Harvesters. They had yet to complete their harvesting, after all.

Instead, the barbs upon their bodies had grown into full-fledged pointed legs, enabling them to move faster than ordinary Crawlers, and the most noticeable thing about them was the mass of tentacles waving around their bodies, all of them evolved into various and specialized forms, though many of them still appeared as they could certainly beat down the Agent and restrain her. While not as ferocious and deadly as the Thrasher, the Raiders were more than equal to the task, given that their kind had largely captured most of the crew on the ship.

It was now simply a matter of whenever the Raiders could keep Minerva engaged long enough for the Stalker to get the drop on her, or whenever Minerva could get out of the trap. A test of her resourcefulness, if anything.

Minerva could hear the the death throes of the Crawlers as it trembled and shook next to the ice along the wall of the freezer. The agent felt relieved to finally defeated a foe that had tormented her so long. Her body was beginning finally to come down from the pleasure she had felt just so soon ago. Still the redhead could still smell the pheromones in the air, keeping her body at least a little aroused. And there was still more creatures coming after her.

However now the young woman had her senses back again and was taking full advantage of them. She could hear two of the creatures moving on opposite side of the kitchen trying to flank the naked redhead. And they sounded like they were deliberating making noise at approach. Which probably meant that they hiding the approach of the third, the one that made no noise as it approached her in the cafeteria. It was hard to imagine it would be so quiet out there while being so noisy in the kitchen.

Cut off the agent now had little options left, she opened the bag and placed a small pint of ice cream on her foot, the sock doing little to protect her from the cold container holding the icecream. Each hand picked up a couple of ice cream bars as she steeled herself the attack. No matter what she had to endure the attack and move on, the young woman had to report what going on this ship to ADD. She just had too.

As the Harvesters moved around the kitchen, tasked with the purpose to distract the female, the Stalker had all but disappeared, virtually falling off the map with the genetic abilities it had been gifted with. The pleasure of battle would be left to the two Raiders, yes, but the element of surprise was of utmost importance. Thus the colony had decreed.

Instead, with the Stalker practically invisible at this point, the Raiders were more than visible, being completely within the Agent's line of sight. They could sense the cold on the Agent, though they were unsure as to what it was. Still, unlike the Crawlers, they knew no fear, being more resistant to the cold. Instead, after passing between each others chemical signals, one of the Harvesters remained behind as the other began moving ahead, edging closer both to stall for the time and to exercise caution against whatever the female was planning to do. She had endured a Crawler for so long, and had even managed to defeat one of the mighty Thrashers.

This was no ordinary foe, and the colony had demanded her presence, unharmed. And what the colony demanded, the Harvesters were more than willing to provide. And it was for the colony that the Raider suddenly jumped into action, barbed legs pushing against the ground for a lunge at Minerva, front legs clawing the air in front of her.

Minerva watched as the two creatures came into view. They were completely different from the Crawler which had been tormented for so long, they were larger and far more menacing than that creature that nearly caused the agent to lose it. Each had a mass of tentacles and looked like they could move far faster than the creature that had attacked her earlier. Normally she would be scared to death and somewhere inside her, the redhead sure she was scared, her mission was so important that she knew she couldn't allow herself to fail. There was no where to run and no where she could hide before they found her, the agent would have to fight these creatures off if she was going to have any hope of reaching the communications room.

At first the Raiders just sat there as if they were they were studying her. It was clear to the agent that they were trying to find a weak spot to exploit against the beautiful red head. Worse the young woman was sure there was a third one in the room, though she had no idea where it was. However she had little time to think further about it, as the Raider began to move toward her. It rapid closed the distance between it and the young agent, leaving its partner to wait and observe.

The young woman was angry that this creature had dared to attack her alone, it had wrecked her careful thought out plan. What is it they say about the best laided plans...Okay, YOU ASKED FOR IT! As the creature jumped up and lunged at her, she kicked up the pint of ice cream in its face and then moved out the way. She hoped to get clear in time so that in its own pain, its own momentum would force it into the freezer behind her. But just to be sure, she would twirl so she could hit in the rear, with one of her ice cream bars. That should finish the job...if she is lucky.

Squealing angrily, the Raider was confronted by the chilliness of the ice cream, never expecting anything so small to be that cold! Further surprise staggered the creature as it fell into the freezer, the cold getting to it faster than the ice cream. Already, it was becoming sluggish as it tried to wipe the ice cream off its body with tentacles.

On the other hand, the other Raider had gotten onto the top of one of the aisles, legs crawling over stoves and cooking tools as they clattered in its passage. By now, this one was being manipulated by the Stalker, even closer than ever, though very much out of sight and silent as ever. The moment of surprise was nearly upon Minerva. Instead of attacking from range as most Harvesters would have done upon seeing the defeat of their comrade, the Raider was instead pressured into sacrificing itself in order to allow for the Stalker's victory.

Instead of fighting with caution, the monster made the same posture as the other had and leaped at Minerva, this time using tentacles and claws in an attempt to catch her, though it was simply a feint. It was the way of the Stalker, a feint within a feint, always the same strategy. Already, the Stalker was moving into position, far out of sight for the Agent to see.

Minerva was surprised that her trick had worked so well as the Raider began to thrash about in pain from the coldness of the freezer. Already she could see the creature beginning to slow significant as it was being hampered by the cold. The redhead had little opportunity to watch her small victory, as she heard the sound of clattering nearby. The young woman turned, her still aroused breasts jiggle in reaction as she tried to find the source of the clattering.

Already the other Raider had moved up to on the aisles, find a good perch to launch its attack. As it prepared itself, the redhead looked up alerted by the sound of the pots as they are pushed off by the creature as it prepared to lunge of her. For a moment, time seemed to slow down as the agent and the creature stared down each other. For a moment nothing moved apart from the thrashing creature in the freezer, the young woman and the Raider simply stared at each other as if each were studying their opponent, trying to find each other weakness, each other strengths.

Finally, the creature dove down on the agent her nearly nude body being a prize in of itself. The agent quickly dropped to the floor, her back hitting the metal floor. She held her legs in a bent position in front of her reach for the creature to land on her feet. The agent then attacked her two arms rapidly diving at the creatures mass, intending her bars to cause massive shock to the creature. She would use that and his own moment to redirect him into the freezer behind her with one swift push of her feet.

The Agent's strategy went off perfectly well, the monster shaken up by the cold of the ice cream bars, but as a famous military leader had once said... If a plan was going right, then it was probably a trap. In this case, it was truly what was going on. The Stalker was now in position as the Harvester flailed against the very thing that it was most vulnerable to.

It wasn't until the Raider was forced into the freezer through its momentum being used against itself, and like the first, the cold caught it in a mire of sorts, drastically slowing it down as it tried to conserve its body heat in order to fight longer. Like the first, the second Harvester now tried to get out of the freezer, though it was also quite sluggish already. At their current stages, they were far too weak to shrug off this much cold.

At this point, though, the Stalker had finally launched its attack as Minerva was on the floor, pouncing on the Agent. Pinning her down through its size, the Harvester did not make any sounds as tentacles began sliding out of its back sheathes, wrapping themselves around her legs and body. If she did not act soon, she would end up captured once more, and everyone else aboard the vessel doomed to sexual servitude to the Harvesters, though at this point, they did not mind it any longer, as fueled by lust as they were.

Minerva watched as the Raider flew upwards unprepared for the suddenly redirection by what appeared to be a helpless female. The creature's tentacles clawed helpless for something to grab onto but everything was too far out of reach for the Harvester. Grim satisfaction appeared on the agent's face as the creature hit the ceiling of the freezer. It's body slid down the ceiling kicking up ice crystals along the way. The creature looked like it was in great pain and she could see it thrashing about as it attempt to get up and away from this deadly trap she laid for them.

As Minerva admired her handiwork, she suddenly felt something land on her at heavy land on her body pinning her to the floor. The woman looked up in complete shock at this creature, it was different from her other attackers. Unlike the others monsters, it was sleek and black, with claws that enabled it move quietly and unseen by its prey. She could only watch as its back begin to open up and tentacles silently pull out and move to entangle her nubile body.

She could feel her skins excitement as it wrapped around her legs and body. The agent knew she had do something quick or she would be captured for sure. The agent took a guess where its most sensitive area was and attacked jamming an ice cream bar directly into that spot. With luck the creatures grip would weaken and she could free herself. She had to be quick, as her own body heat was beginning to soak into the bars.

The guess, while a good one, had not paid off at all. Her luck finally failed the Agent as the Harvester slapped the ice cream bar out of her hand, making no noises but somehow it felt as if it was growling at her for attempting to do so. Tentacles continued to wrap themselves around Minerva's body, unfazed by the female's attempt.

Within the freezer, the two Raiders had degenerated back into their bodies, tentacles laying around them limply as they tried to curl up into balls, shivering against the cold that had finally won out against them. It was only a small victory for Minerva, as she was left to deal with only one Harvester, this time a creature faster than the Thrasher. Though it did not possess the same level of strength as the Thrasher, it was still enough to hold its prey down. The head of the Harvester suddenly opened up into three sections, revealing an inner mouth and the fact that the head was in fact simply armor, that there had been no weak spot in the first place. Yet another feint for the perfect predator to use against its prey.

Within its inner mouth, a tentacle began to slide out of the tunnel, appearing quite slippery and coated in slime. This was, in fact, one of the more dangerous Harvester weapons, a drug that could raise the sensitivity of the body and held powerful chemicals that were highly addictive, making it difficult for females to resist. Though, for Minerva who had since then come down from her arousal, it was simply a method for the Stalker to make her climax, and by climaxing, lose. The tentacle moved along her throat before sliding over her mouth, now attempting to force its way past her lips, slime already oozing out of the tip and over her mouth.

And at the same time, tentacles forced her legs up into the air as the Stalker repositioned itself, placing a familiar sight in between her thighs. Being developed from a Crawler, the phallus of the Harvester was identical to the thing that had been buried inside her, writhing and squirming in the open air. Before long, the phallus was already positioning itself at the entrance to her wet flower, sliding into Minerva roughly as the Harvester pushed itself into the Agent, only to begin sliding the tool in and out of her body, still trying to force the tentacle into her mouth.