Latex ovals emerged from the tears in unreality created by the aliens' faster-than-light drive ahead of the vagrant's fleet. Within a minute, their weapons arrays had opened fire. Ion lances meant to disable shields and electrical systems cut through the empty space. Followed by salvos of infectious rubber munitions. One of the smaller vessels fell immediately, coated in a spreading darkness that rendered it almost invisible against the starry background. But the rest were reacting with the speed born of paranoia of knowing you were never entirely safe.
Through her connection with the hivemind, Shani could hear the dozens of beings joining their lustful chorus on the starship. She welcomed them before again focusing on the unfolding battle. She sent an order to advanced one of the battlegroups, exposing them to retaliatory fire but that would also shield the infected ship and draw fire away from it. They were so cruel, trying to burn through their protective shells and destroy her latex sisters entirely. All they wanted was to share their Queen Mother's boundless love.
Her latex tail creaked as it lashed and angrily snapped in the air at the injustice. She had once been a Matulian, though her infection hadn't entirely removed her former species's physical traits like her tail, feline ears, and each of her eyes were a different solid color. Not exactly uncommon, all species were resistant to one extent or another. But otherwise, the rubber catgirl was a prime example of the latex aliens. Svelte with voluptuous curves and exaggerated assets: a bubbly, heart-shaped jutting posterior sitting below the base of her tail; thick, broodmother thighs with legs for days; full and gravity defying breasts; a massive, elastic, and creaking cock; and pouty lips perfect for wrapping themselves around the engorged and erect glans.
Shani returned to the command chair, continuing to direct the raid with mental commands while she pushed her breasts against her shaft. Liquid latex leaked from her urethra and was spreading along her length with slow and undulating movements from her breasts. She could hear the rubber groaning as she pushed her fingers harder, creating deep indentations in her glossy exterior. The chair's material began growing around her, her form partially merging with that of the ship and deepening her connection with the hive. The pleasure she felt spread through the command bridge, leaving a wave of moans and shudder in its wake.
She leaned her head down, kissing the head and darting out her tongue. Fellating herself didn't distract from her command, the movements were almost rote and mechanical like a human riding a bike. But it calmed her earlier anger down and she used the pleasure to focus her mind on the battle. Their ambush was no match against the thousands of ships, but this was a war of attrition and picking away at the nomads from the edges. She extended her tongue, pushing deep inside her cleavage as she wrapped it around her impressive girth. Shani sent her left flank forward, countering the launch of fighters with her frigate equivalent oval starships. Jerky spurts painted her face and open mouths, coaxing more out by repeatedly tightening and releasing the grip of her tongue. They were getting predictable.
But they had to retreat soon as the nomad's heavier battleships were brought to bear.