A/N: I really need to write more stories about Haguro and Bogue, both are quite charming and terribly underrated.

That aside, do enjoy~

The Haar

Chapter 8: Haguro and Bogue

On the eastern half of Island 13, down at the beach, Bogue stood with a bored expression on her face.

Compared to her peers who ventured into the island to provide close-in support or recon, or those that were still floating on the ocean providing bombardment support, she was stuck in the middle – close enough to the water to flee but also close enough to land to be in danger. Yet despite that supposed danger she'd yet to actually see much in the way of threat to her personally.

Not that she doubted the monsters existed, of course. Though she was at the beach that was only so she could more reliably launch her planes – but in contrast to her fellow carriers she wasn't operating in an attack role of any kind. Rather she was using her planes, which had been armed with red smoke bombs, in a spotting role – flying over the island and marking any location with monsters that she could see, enabling the other carriers to quickly target them and blow them up, helping thin the horde for their comrades on the ground.

''Haah...'' Still, despite that she couldn't deny it was getting boring fast.

At first it'd been thrilling. Now, after spotting the tenth group in a row and marking them with a dull expression, knowing they didn't even notice her plane let alone know how to fight back? It wasn't even shooting fish in a barrel, it was bombing a bucket of dead, motionless fish. No challenge, no reward.

''How long do you think this operation is going to take?'' Bogue inquired lightly. ''I wanna go home and watch some baseball. The big league is coming up later today, you know? I had to set it to record because of this...''

Standing a few feet behind her, rigging summoned but expression flat, was Haguro – her 'bodyguard'. ''I don't know. Maybe a few hours at least.''

Bogue sighed despondently, tapping her baseball against the sand. Outside of the two of them there was a couple of other Ship-Girls milling about, mostly Destroyers, but she didn't pay them any mind. Instead she closed her eyes and focused on her planes, controlling the aircraft with her mind and making it loop back around again, searching the land below for any sign of non-human movement. Nothing.

Haguro watched the Eagle Union carrier for a moment before turning away, sighing as she looked about for something to entertain her. The sandy stretch extended left and right a fair distance, growing narrower fast until it reached the small, six-metre high cliffs on either side, forming a natural ramp up onto the island. Sand turned into grass gradually and the forest began beyond it, but there was still a decent beach here. Had it been under better circumstances she could imagine having a picnic here.

'...hm?' Haguro cocked her head, frowning.

She thought she heard something, but after a second brushed it off. Probably distance shellfire messing with her hearing.

Glancing back at Bogue to make sure she was okay Haguro wandered along the beach a little more, glancing at the seashells that had washed up on the shore, some newer than others. None were alien but buried in the sand as they were they looked almost like alien artifacts she was unearthing, the amusing thought quirking her lips up, tempting her to bend down and pluck one up.

Only to pause as her fingers brushed against the sand. There it was again, that sound. She couldn't put a name to it other than it was a sound, like in the same way vibrations couldn't easily be described as anything other than vibrations. Only this time it felt like the sound was coming from under the sand itself; a subtle shake to the grains that made her pull her hand away, perturbed, then uneasy.

''Um... Bogue-san, I think-''

The sand before her suddenly erupted up in a column, forcing a startled yelp out of Haguro as she backed up. The sand fell fast but more columns erupted all over the beach, granules of gold erupting upwards – and in their wakes emerged giant bugs. They looked almost like giant Tarantula Hawks but as ants, only upsized to be shy of ten feet long and with a bulk that dwarfed Haguro's own, their black body segmented into three parts and with thin, hairy legs. Translucent wings twitched across its back and as it climbed out of the sand fully she saw the curved red-orange stinger protruding from its rearmost segment, not dissimilar to a wasp's stinger.

And then the creature shrieked at her; an unearthly sound that pierced her ears and made her wince, stumbling back – and open fire. Her eight cannons blasted the insect apart in a belch of smoke, the acidic cloud washing past her and sending Haguro stumbling back – but then there was another ant to her right. It lunged at her, mandibles snapping at where her right arm previously was had she not leapt aside, eyes narrowing as she hurriedly reloaded her guns and opened fire once more. Her shells easily tore it apart but the smoke blinded her to their locations.

Suddenly something sharp stabbed into her lower back from behind, sending Haguro lurching forwards with a gasp. She turned, whacking the Flying Sand Ant with her rigging, but when she tried to fire her guns they refused to work. Briefly she thought it was a jam, or that she had suddenly run out of ammo, but when she tried to take a step back her right leg gave out under her and she fell onto her side with a gasp, her blood running cold when her body refused to respond.

'What's happening?!' Haguro panicked, her biceps rapidly going numb – the same cold sensation travelling down to her fingertips. 'Don't tell me, venom...?!'

Haguro didn't get to ponder it any further however as the Flying Sand Ant skittered on top of her. She recoiled as much as her numbing body would allow, twisting and turning in some desperate attempt to escape and managing to get herself on her front, shuffling forwards like a worm – and then cried out as two sharp legs stabbed into the back of her hands. They broke the skin but didn't go much deeper, the fuzzy forelegs pinning her hands to the sand and immobilising her whilst another two hairy legs grabbed her hips, lifting it up and balancing her on her knees.

Unseen by Haguro herself the stinger protruding from the back of the insect retracted, seeming to slide back into its rearmost segment... before in its place extended a thicker, somewhat longer orange ovipositor, a slit at the tip and uneven bumps littered across its otherwise smooth surface. The Flying Sand Ant arched its body and guided the long shaft down towards Haguro, lifting the back of her skirt with one of its legs and revealing her pale thighs and ass, her black panties contrasting them sharply.

''Mn...?!'' Haguro grunted in surprise as she felt her panties be tugged to one side. 'What's it doing back there?!'

She couldn't turn her head enough to see, her neck going numb now, but she could still feel something weirdly warm poke her ass cheek – and then rub down her slit. A jolt travelled up her spine and her breathing caught in her throat, alarm bells ringing in her mind as the tip pushed against her opening-

-and Haguro let out a short, terrified wheeze as it penetrated her from behind. Her eyes bulged and her lips went limp in shock, disbelief wrapping her mind up – until the creature started pushing deeper. A spike of pain twisted her groin and she winced, a rasping grunt escaping her as she felt the penis-like appendage push in deeper and deeper, spreading her tender walls apart until it nearly kissed her cervix. Only then did it begin to pull out, the countless bumps upon its length rubbing against her walls.

And then it slammed back in again. This time Haguro couldn't hold back her cry, the sound weak but still ringing out as the insect claimed her once more, then again, again. Despite the total lack of lubrication the insect's cock was so smooth it practically slid into her pussy, whilst the countless bumps upon it rubbed against her insides in a way that almost felt pleasurable... if she hadn't been conscious of the fact that she was currently being raped by a bug.

''Hnf, nn...!'' Haguro winced as the tip hit her cervix again. ''Why... are you...?''

She didn't know why she bothered speaking; giving up mid-sentence and grimacing instead, another wince twisting her visage when he it plunged back inside of her. She tried to look about but her neck wouldn't move, leaving her staring across the sandy stretch towards the forest – but she could hear the others. Their screams, the sound of explosions, and then the shriller shrieks as the insects mounted them.

Haguro screwed her eyes shut as the Flying Sand Ant drove itself into her once more, then again and again, each thrust faster than the one before it until it was actively pounding her pussy, driving its long ovipositor into her as deep as physically possible. The rounded tip of its ovipositor pressed in against her cervix and it was all she could do to ignore the sensation, helpless as it held her close and mated with her-

-and then suddenly the ovipositor inside of her swelled – and she felt an egg push into her. It pressed against her cervix and forced itself through, the pain vastly diluted to an uncomfortable twinge but still leaving Haguro clawing at the sand as best she could, gasping as the insect laid its eggs insides of her. Thick as a hen's egg but slimier it slid up into her birth canal, followed by a second, third and then a fourth, all of them cosied within her deepest parts.

'Gross.' Haguro thought, shuddering in revulsion. 'Need to get away, get someone to take them out, I don't... wanna have them inside me when they hatch-!'

As if her thoughts were a prayer she heard a distance boom.

Then a second later well over a dozen battleship-grade shells slammed into the area around her. She went deaf momentarily, vision cutting out-

-and when it came back she was laid on her back, staring dumbly at the sky.

'...huh?'

Motion to her left lured her gaze over but she still couldn't move her neck – and relief burst up within her chest as she saw several Eagle Union Ship-Girls running up on the beach. One of them – Nevada? – grabbed her and carried her back towards the ocean, saying something, but she could only hear a high-pitched ringing sound.

However as her head lolled back, Haguro quickly realised she was a lucky one.

Because of the six or so people on the beach at the time of the attack, only two others were there and being carried back.

Bogue, not amongst them.

X-x-X

Bogue was harshly snapped out of her piloting when she heard the others scream.

She reacted fast, pulling out her baseball bat and prepared to clobber any monster that got too close – but she certainly wasn't prepared to see a swarm of giant ants crawling out of the sand, attacking startled Ship-Girls left right and centre. They weren't particularly strong as seen when Haguro took them out with her cannons but they came in such number that even the Destroyers rapidly found themselves overwhelmed, unable to down them faster than they closed the distance.

And soon Bogue found herself engaged in close combat. The ants skittered across the sand towards her or launched themselves forth with their wings, half-hovering and half-lunging – only to meet her baseball bat in a head-on collision. With the sickening crunch of their exoskeletons they Flying Sand Ant went flying off to the left, dazed and allowing her to finish it off with a second crushing smash. However it was just one of several; of whom besieged her a mere moment later.

''Huh?! You wanna get some too?!'' Bogue grinned cockily, throwing a baseball up. ''Batter up~!''

Her bat struck it with explosive force, sending it flying across the sand and into the head of one of the incoming ants, blowing a hole straight through it. The second ant that came from her right on the other hand found itself being uppercutted by her bat, a follow-up downwards strike smashing its head in and leaving it a motionless corpse by her side.

'Huh? Where's the third-?'

Bogue had her question answered as buzzing filled her ears, coming from above. Nary a second later half-a-dozen hairy bug arms grabbed her sides and hauled her off of her feet, eliciting a startled shriek from Bogue as she was carried up into the air – and she gasped as she was stuck on her lower back, right next to her spine. She ignored the pain though and struggled, yelling and swinging her bat as best she could, but the awkward angle it'd grabbed her at prevented her from putting her full might behind each swing.

Then suddenly they descended, and Bogue ate a mouthful of sand. Spluttering the petite carrier tried to shove the golden grains aside but the Flying Sand Ant pushed her down more like it was trying to suffocate her, its bulk easily keeping her pinned... when it began to dig. The sand rapidly gave way under her as it filtered down, the bug pushing her down with it and not letting her go as it tunnelled their way into the sand-

-and then they fell into a cave.

It was just a short six foot drop but Bogue grunted all the same as she hit the ground. The arms binding her released her and she rolled over onto her side, yelling as she swung her bat up towards the insect's face, but the creature caught it between its mandibles and ripped it from her hand, throwing it somewhere behind it into the darkness of the cave.

''T-Tch...!'' Gritting her teeth Bogue scrambled back from the bug, the sandstone cold under her palms. ''I ain't going down without a fight you overgrown bug!''

The Flying Sand Ant didn't really react, simply hissing at her once... before it surged up into the hole it'd made, going back to the surface. Sand filtered in through the gap but a web-like sinew was quickly sprayed into the gap, slowing the rate until the same seemed to compact and harden, forming a new roof – plunging Bogue into near-total darkness.

'Great.' Bogue grumbled, looking about blindly. 'Shit, I think I brought some flares, didn't I...?'

Rummaging around in the small bag she'd brought with her – mostly containing snacks and such – she soon found the long stick-like flares she was looking for, ripping the lid off one and igniting it. Immediately a baleful red glow illuminated the small cave, allowing her to run her gaze across the sandstone walls and floor. She was almost tempted to try and blow a hole through to the surface – her bat couldn't have gone far – but the risk of bringing the ceiling down on her was a decidedly unappealing one.

Suddenly she heard skittering. Immediately Bogue tensed, shifting up into a sitting position as best she could but found that her lower back was weirdly numb, the cold sensation spreading up her back. Unlike Haguro Bogue failed to make the connection and just brushed the weird feeling off, turning her focus onto the source of the noise, squinting in some weak attempt to see further in the dark.

Then more skittering, low and fast. Almost like legs.

Many, many legs.

'Wait, don't tell me...' Bogue's heart plummeted.

'This... is its nest?!'

Not a second passed before a swarm of Sand Arts, lacking wings and as small as a dog, came skittering out of the darkness towards her. Bogue screamed in fright and scrambled back but her thighs didn't tense nor did her legs seem willing to move, leaving her fruitlessly shuffling back on her ass as the creatures rapidly neared, mandibles snapping and glowing orange ovipositors protruding from their rearmost sections. The ant-like creatures didn't limit themselves to the floor either and scaled the sandstone walls with ease, several even coming up across the ceiling.

The flare in her hands kept them at bay momentarily. Key word being momentarily as one of the Sand Ants fell on her head from above, eliciting a shriek from Bogue as she dropped the flare and grabbed the insect by its sides, trying to pull it off of her head – only to find its ovipositor in her mouth as it plunged it between her parted lips, the glowing shaft shoving down her throat and making Bogue audibly gag.

With the flare by her feet there was nothing left to deter the Sand Ants. Ravenously they skittered over her, mandibles pinching at her clothes and tearing them apart – her skirt pulled this way and that before it was ripped into parts, their mandibles scratching her ribs and small breasts in the process. Her hat was discarded easily and her shoes were gnawed on until they could be pulled off, her socks coming off at the cost of deep cuts on her feet. Her black skin-tight shorts were the last thing shielding her modesty but the Sand Ants went for them with fervour, cutting them apart like their mouths were scissors and uncaring of the small but numerous cuts they left on her pale skin, quite a few marring her groin and inner-thighs when she tried to close her legs to the monsters.

Until soon her panties were off, a Sand Ant mounted her prone form – and Bogue shrieked as it slammed its curved appendage down into her vagina.

''MMPH!'' Throwing her head left-and-right Bogue frantically tried to dislodge the bugs from her, gagging and retching around the ovipositor slamming down her throat, a noticeable bulge present in her throat as it went down it.

The bugs weren't content with just having her pussy though. With a coordination born of instinct the bugs rolled Bogue over onto her stomach, presenting her peachy ass to the swarm and allowing one of them to mount her rear too – rearing its appendage back, swaying, before slamming it into her other virgin orifice. It went in dry, its ovipositor lacking the bumps its older variants had but making up for that with vigour, plunging itself into her tight asshole with ravenous fervour.

Though their ovipositors weren't particularly thick they were long and rock-solid, stretching Bogue's pussy and ass as they violated her. There was no pause for breath, no slowing as they adjusted their positions, just senseless, non-stop fucking that left Bogue crying out – when she wasn't gagging, that is. The luminescent shaft going down her throat threatened to choke her and when she opened her eyes all she could see was the underbelly of the ant-like creature, or the swarm of ants surrounding her, some of them even climbing over her and running their hairy bodies over her naked form.

'This can't be happening, this can't- mn!'

Even thinking was hard; her thoughts constantly interrupted by the ovipositors thrusting into her pussy, ass and mouth, the disorienting sensations only made worse by the barrage of skittering sounds coming from all around her. She could feel some of the bugs trying to squeeze in with the others, pushing for space as they tried to get their cock-like appendages in her too, reminding her of the fact these creatures would continue to mate with her for who knows how long.

The thought burned itself into her mind; a deep, nauseating terror swirling within her as she simply laid there, tears streaming down her cheeks and unable to even move as she was pounded. It wasn't even really pleasurable for her; their dicks dry as they raked her walls or went so deep down her throat it felt like she might be sick, her head light and the risk of fainting so very high, the only thing stopping her being the instinctive urge to try and stay awake, lest the bugs do who knows what to her in her sleep.

Suddenly the bug fucking her mouth sped up, its body humping her face faster and stuffing its ovipositor down her gullet, and from so close she could see a slight bulge travel up its ovipositor – and then suddenly she felt sticky fluid gush down her throat, slimy and thick. More than that however she felt thick eggs push down her throat, immediately making her gag, but the weight of the eggs forced them down further and further until she had no choice but to swallow them.

One, two, three, four, five. Five eggs.

Suddenly the ovipositors in her pussy and ass slammed in all the way – and more eggs pushed into her violated holes too. Her lower half was terribly numb but there was no hiding the feeling of her cervix opening up as one egg after the next entered her baby chamber, her mind paralysed with terror as she was impregnated, her asshole not spared either and filled with them too.

Then the moment the three Sand Ants pulled out, three more replaced it, inserting themselves into her and violating her holes gleefully.

There must've been a hundred or so Ants in the cave, Bogue dimly mused, unconsciousness claiming her.

She wondered how many hours it'd take before they were done with her... if ever.

[END]

A/N: I guess you could say Bogue's quite bugged that she got swarmed so easily~ Badum-tss~

See you next time in Chapter 9: Hanazuki and Miyuki~