The first one they bring her is tall and strong, body nearly vibrating with tension. He reeks of fear and she grins as he is inseminated, gagging and thrashing. Her grin falls away in moments and she hisses violently, swiping at him with her claws. His body attacks the embreyo, face twisted in pain, and kills her proginy.
The second is taller and stronger and looks human but smells wrong, like Other and the painful touch of electricity. She coos as his ribcage is torn wide, her young sliding powerful and triumphant from his insides, slick with sweet red.
And then, they bring her the prize. Small and not weak but not strong, unresisting. The funny little pumping organ refuses to pound and it disappoints her, as does his impassive face. She growls, urging the little one to break free and it does so with a spray of green that bubbles the steel beneath their feet. She rears back, surprised.
He is one of them.