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Something That's Been Bugging Me

Ricky woke up face down on the cement floor, a dull throbbing in his forehead as his body laid there on the cold laminated floor. His muscles ached; as though he had just gotten done running a marathon as he slowly lifted himself up. As the fog that had shrouded his mind lifted he found himself in a windowless room, one that he had not seen before in his entire life. He tried to look down at his watch to see what time it was, only to find that it, along with the rest of his clothing, was no longer on his body.

"I must have passed out during that party last night." He said to himself as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Where are my clothes? And where am I?"

As much as he didn't want to go wondering around a strange building naked, the rabbit feared he had no choice as he picked himself up and started to move. He could hear the hum of the lights above him as he slowly made his way out into the strange facility he had wondered into, trying to get a sense of where he was. It was most likely not an abandoned building, he reasoned, since there was electricity and the place looked clean. It also likely was not very secure, since it allowed him to come stumbling in without any security finding him whatsoever.

"Hello?" He shouted out, overcoming his embarrassment of his nudity in his quest to find answers. "Is anyone there? I need some help."

When no one answered his reply he continued onward, hoping to find either the exit or someone to show him the way. Wherever he had stumbled into was huge, each time he turned a corner he found himself greeted by yet another corridor or room of the same polished stone. Hours passed as he wandered, though with no windows or clocks it was hard for him to keep track of time. Thankfully he did manage to find some water fountains placed throughout the hallways, which slaked his growing thirst and helped ease the pounding in his head.

Finally he came to a welcome sight, a door that didn't look like any of the others that he had encountered. It was made of what looked like steel, a large viewing window on one side of it. "Hopefully this leads to an exit." He thought to himself as he pushed open the heavy door. "Been wondering around here for hours, whatever this place is must be huge."

As the naked rabbit passed the threshold into the new room the door swung close behind him, making an ominous clang as he continued on. The more he ventured inside the new room the more he wondered if he had stumbled into some kind of laboratory, seeing what he believed to be various testing machines and specimen tubes. It began to creep him out, seeing no scientists or workers but still hearing the faint hum of machines running. There was also a faint odor that he couldn't quite comprehend, though it was vaguely recognizable as a rubbery scent.

Ricky continued to walk, his bare feet chilled by the cold metal floor. The further he got into the building the more it looked like some sort of laboratory, the stainless steel tables covered with various instruments while huge machines stretch from the floor into the pipes that crisscrossed the ceiling. At the middle of the large room was what looked like a glass tube, the bottom of it secured to the floor by a large metal base filled with various displays. As he got closer he had to stop suddenly, noticing the glint of glass on the floor surrounding it. After taking a few seconds he moved around the broken shards, moving around to the back of the tank where there was nothing for him to step on.

"Well, this doesn't bode well." Ricky said as he went around the side of the tube and saw that one side of it had been completely smashed out. As he investigated the opened container further he failed to notice the strange bug that skittered above him. Its forest green shell on its back shined in the light as it moved from pipe to pipe until it was right behind the unsuspecting rabbit, the three tentacles on its backside flickering through the air. When it was at the proper angle the shell on his back opened, gossamer wings flitting out as it sailed down towards his body.

"What the!?" Ricky shouted as he felt something heavy land on his lower back, the bug's two side tentacles hugging his hips tightly as the rear tentacle slipped in between his fuzzy cheeks and bare thighs. Before he could even react the triangular tailtip latched onto this crotch, his cock enveloped by the pouch in a very snug fit that was strangely comfortable. "What the heck is going on back there?!"

The rabbit continued to twist around as he felt something wiggle against his back, the six legs buried in his fur as he felt a cool liquid flow from the fleshy sheath that surrounded his groin up his fur. It was a matte black, just like the legs and body of the creature that was behind him, and as he watched in horror it continued to crawl up his fur and coat his stomach. On the bunny's back more of the rubbery fluid began to drip down his legs, flowing over them so uniformly that it made them look like he was wearing a pair of seamless rubber shorts that quickly stretched down to his knees.

Ricky began to panic as he felt what he could only assume was the head of the bug against his back, two thin tendrils pushing through his fur further up before he felt the touch of their tips against his skin. "Wait!" The bunny screamed futilely before the two green spike-tipped tendrils stabbed right into his spine, causing his back to arch as he felt something get pumped straight into his spinal cord. "GAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhh...."

His screams quickly died off as his body became paralyzed, the strange substance flowing upwards from his spine up into his skull. He could feel it begin to filter inside his head, flowing around and seemingly through his brain as the rubbery substances continued to flow up his body. All he could do was stand there, jaw slightly slackened and his ears back as strange flashes of memories began to bubble up in his mind. The bunny saw that he had a specific purpose, to build a new hive of creatures like him. As he began to accept these thoughts as his own he felt a tingle in his groin, his cock stretching outwards as the red rubbery tail that covered it began to merge and mutate the sensitive flesh.

Ricky continued to struggle against the mental inhtrusions into his psyche, ignoring his bodily changes as he could feel the latex carapace harden and fuse to his skin. But it was a losing battle, as his vision began to blur the slurry of chemicals and synthetic material continued to pump into his skull. His nerves were frozen, already under the bug's sway as the shiny goo spread past his chest and up towards his neck. The world around him began to blur, unbeknownst to him a bronze color had begun to filter through his pupils and spread out. One scene began to multiply into many, his world segmenting as another presence made itself known in his mind. The word 'host' came into his mind, letting him know exactly what he was about to become as the latex began to flow out from his chest in front of him.

As the latex continued to coalesce in front of him he felt his mind becoming more at peace with his situation, letting the bug on his back continue to alter his brain. The rabbit felt better and better the more he succumbed, hardly even realizing that the latex had formed into an insectoid-like mask right in front of his eyes. His mouth opened slightly as the mask began to lower onto his face, Ricky powerless to do anything but watch. At this point though he didn't even mind it, almost wanting it to cover his face now and help him complete his metamorphosis.

It didn't take long for Ricky's wish to come true, as the rubbery green material crawled up over his shoulders the edges of the goopy mask reached out like tentacles to merge with it. His breathing quickened, not only from the anticipation of what was coming but from the hard, gunmetal grey plate that grew over his abs. The latex bug wasn't just covering his body, it was altering it. His hands and feet became wicked claw tipped appendages, his arms and legs slimmed unnaturally as his entire bodily structure was changed.

The shimmering fluid continued upward over his skull as the mask fit itself over his blunt muzzle, the flexible material bulging slightly as the grey latex swept over his ears and turned them into thin antennae. The hold over his body was suddenly broken, Ricky able to move once more. His segmented fingers gripped his head as he felt his skull reshape, the bulges in his mask smoothing out until it was back in its natural shape. Thick tubes connected the 'mask' to the bug behind him, the body of which had become nothing more than a hard lump on his back. A pair of gossamer wings sprouted from the lump, the insect's mind now completely integrated into the host that had only a few minutes ago been a lost rabbit.

The new Ricky straightened himself as the changes finished, looking at his own hand and the wicked claws that now tipped them. Instinctively his tongue darted out, which glowed slightly as the prehensile appendage wrapped around them. It was amazing how powerful his new body felt, like he could lift a boulder with only one hand as he started to walk. He thought that the bug's influence on his mind had ceased, but instead the latex creature's instincts had imprinted themselves completely over his own and now drove his thoughts and actions. The more he got comfortable with himself the more he realized his true mission, to build a hive and give more people the chance to experience the same gift he had just received. After a few experimental flaps of his wings he flew up, searching for a way out to spread.

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"Sir, it seems that your capture method is a success." The voice over the intercom said. "The subject and the experiment have successfully integrated and is now wondering facility D."

"Wonderful." Raven said as he sat on his desk. "This is how you turn lemons into lemonade."

"Should we go in and restrain the subject?" The voice asked.

The Raven chuckled. "Oh no, guide him down to the tunnel system. Security down there has been rather lacking... wait... do we have camera systems that we can install down there rather quickly?"

"Of course, what did you have in mind?" The voice asked.

"Just that I may have a brand new experimental military product that will be coming out soon." The Raven replied. "Set them up and then leak out the possibility of a failed security sector in the tunnels, that should draw the usual crowd in for a dry run."

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"Well, we are lost." The young stag said as he shined his flashlight down the hallway, looking down what seemed to be yet another corridor identical to the last. It seemed the brown stone corridors had been purposely designed to be a labyrinth, twisting and turning to the point where they didn't even know what direction they were facing anymore. "I told you this was a bad idea Gerald."

"Hey, at least we haven't been shot at or captured Typhus." The bull replied, trying his best not to look panicked as he tried to punch up their coordinates on his GPS, getting nowhere. "The fame and prestige alone for sneaking into the Factory is worth the go, and if we actually manage to nick something from it then we'd be all set for the next decade. I know a few people out there would pay top dollar for some of the secrets contained within."

"You know the rumors about what happens to people who get captured, right?" Typhus said nervously as they went down yet another hallway. "You should really be more nervous about this."

The bull just shrugged as the two thieves continued to press further into the facility. As they got further inside they started to see something they did not expect, thick strands of gossamer webbing that went from floor to ceiling. Considering the cleanliness of everywhere else it was unusual to see such an area in disarray anywhere near the Factory. There was also a musky odor in the air, like they were in a male gym locker room, as well as the faint odor of rubber.

While Gerald continued on, focused on the treasures that lay further within, Typhus stopped for a second to inspect the webbing. Unlike most webs that he had seen the thick rope appeared to be one single strand, which would have meant it came from a very large insect. It also seemed to be where the smells were emanating from, taking a finger and rubbing it against the white strand. His finger sunk slightly into the material, and before he knew it his entire hand was coated in the sticky stuff.

But when the buck tried to pull his hand away, he found that it was stuck fast to it. There was little to no give to the webbing, the strand stuck firmly to the ceiling and floor with the consistency of rubber. In his panic he tried to use his other hand to pull the webbing off, though that proved futile as both hands became stuck to the web like glue. "Gerald, a little help here!" He shouted down the hallway.

"Oh shit!" Gerald shouted, seeing his friend and accomplice trying desperately to pull himself free. "A trap down here? The security is supposed to be lax!"

"Just cut me loose!" Typhus shouted back. The bull pulled a buoy knife out of his belt and tried to cut the strand, only to have the blade stick to it like taffy. Once his initial plan failed he tried to help him get pulled free, only to have the same result.

"Sorry mate, looks like you're thoroughly buggered." Gerald sighed. "I'll go back to try and get some tools, hope that you can hold out until then." As the bull started to turn and leave he saw fear in his friend's face.

"Hey hey, don't worry, I'll be back." The stag didn't respond, his slower jaw quivering slightly as Gerald noticed that he wasn't even looking at him. "What is it?"

Gerald slowly turned around, the buff bull clenching slightly as he braced himself for whatever horror he would find. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the seven foot anthro insect tower over him. "Buggered indeed." Ricky hissed, the mask the creature wore actually turning up at the corners into a smile as he clamped down on the bull's shoulders.

There wasn't even time for him to scream as he was shoved up against one of the walls, his body sticking instantly to the thick, latex strands that covered it. Gerald felt his body sink into the stuff, his arms and legs completely encased in the layer of white as he struggled against the bug creature that continued to push him in. Typhus could only watch as his partner continued to fight, yelling out obscenities at the creature before it leaned forward and pressed the lips of his mask against the bull's own. Anger turned to shock, and as Gerald's body began to visibly relax the stag could see something bulge inside his friend's throat.

After less than a minute Gerald had been completely subdued, hanging limply from his bonds as the shiny white material began to ooze up over his body. Ricky's claws made short work of the thieving outfit he wore, running his latex plated hands over his muscles. To Typhus' surprise he could see the bull's member twitch, filling with blood as it began to stretch outward. The bull let out a soft moan as the white ooze continued to crawl through his fur, the bug creature taking a step back to admire his work as the rubberized webbing coated his victim's body.

"Let us go you freak!" Typhus shouted, kicking at Ricky though the bindings continued to keep him in place.

"Now why would I do something silly like that?" Ricky replied with a laugh, approaching the stag as the last of the captured male's features disappeared under the layer of white and became thoroughly cocooned. "Especially to you my deer, since I can smell the subtle hint of excitement of your body when you became caught in my web. Does something about being restrained like this arouse you, perhaps a secret fantasy that I could help you with?"

Typhus shivered as he felt the bug's finger against his neck, unable to move as Ricky moved around him as though examining him. Despite his fears he found his pants beginning to tighten, mentally cursing himself for showing his arousal and confirming the bug man's taunts. "Let me help you get more comfortable." Ricky smirked as he took a claw and slowly slid it down his clothing, not rushed like with his partner but with a deliberateness that made it more like a lover's touch.

"What... what are you going to do?" The stag asked as he stood there naked in the dark tunnel.

"Expand my hive." Ricky replied simply. "Your friend would have resisted me to the end; therefore he will be a mere drone. You, on the other hand, have far more options should you choose to be a willing subject."

Typhus swallowed hard at what was implied, especially as felt his captor lick against his cheek, its tongue glowing slightly in the darkness. There was nothing he could do to stop it, and strangely enough a growing part of him didn't want to. The glimpses he caught of the bug creature revealed its unnatural beauty, its carapace shining off the light of the flashlights that had started to flicker out as it turned to face him. Its claws cut through the webbing above his hands, releasing him from the ceiling. Unfortunately he was still thoroughly connected to the floor, and the other male grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down until his bound fists connected to the hard cement and stuck him fast.

"Final test, my newest hivemate." Ricky said as he leaned down and stroked his jaw, pointing his muzzle towards his crotch. "Accept it and embrace your new fate, or resist and find yourself in a state of mindless working."

The stag gulped nervously as he looked at the hard member in front of him, then at the creature's 'masked' face as it eagerly awaited his next action. He had never even entertained the thought of enjoying another male like this, though he began to wonder if this even counted considering the anatomy of the other male. A side glance over to the white latex web cocoon were his friend was captured brought a certain validity to the bug's demands, if he didn't comply it would likely be that he would be joining him very shortly. He felt the clawed, rubber-textured hand of his captor rub between his horns as he made his choice, parting his lips and leaning forward.

At first he thought Ricky's cock would be as hard as the rest of his body, but the chitin plates that covered it were actually as soft as his own as the entire length was pushed into his mouth. As he felt the tapered head press against the back of his throat his eyes widened slightly as he felt something slide out of the creature's tip and rub against his flesh. Once it seemed to finish with its cursory probing it suddenly darted forward, causing him to jump slightly as he felt a prick of pain followed quickly by a numbing sensation that began to spread outwards from the initial injection site.

Typhus's eyes began to glaze over as the bug's potent mix of chemicals surged through his blood and into his brain, turning his conversion from a fearful process into a very enjoyable one. Ricky flipped the stag over onto his back with surprising strength as his cock remained firmly in the other male's muzzle, who began to lap and suck on it in a hazed euphoria. The stag's legs twitched slightly as his entire body was paralyzed by the venom, all except for his own member which began to grow hard as it lifted up from his abs. Ricky felt his own surge of joy as the buck's body submitted to his own, muscles growing relaxed as he pushed in and out of the stag's warm maw.

The sight of the naked, restrained male in front of him and his mouth on his cock made it impossible for Ricky to hold back long before he could feel his climax coming. Instead of letting his thick latex seed get spilled into Typhus's mouth he quickly pulled out, the white fluid coming out in a torrent as it covered his captive's head and chest. It quickly reacted to the air, hardening and encasing the other male from the chest up, a vague outline of a deer head and shoulders left as his orgasmed subsided. He took two of his claws and poked holes in it where his nose was, allowing him to breath as he moved over to the bottom half of the other male.

Typhus shivered as he was suddenly plunged into darkness, the hardening material on his upper body causing him to tremble slightly in pleasure. Even though he could feel that the lower half of his body was still exposed to the air he could tell the process of metamorphosis had already started. He could feel his horns begin to grow rubbery, some of his rack dissolving as other parts of the bone began to straighten out. The enzymes in the strange webbing had also attacked his fur, melting it into a slurry on his head and chest that formed his brand new carapace. He could also feel something else; a mental connection forming between him and the one that was changing him. If he could have he would have smiled in the darkness, being instructed on his new purpose as he stretched his legs out as commanded.

Outside of the cocoon Ricky had grown hard once more as his tongue slathered a different kind of chemical over the stag's fuzzy balls. The short fur had fallen out as his sack became layered in purple latex against his body, becoming an internal part of his anatomy as the prehensile tongue wrapped around his shaft and stimulated the captive deer even more. With his entire upper body encased Typhus could do little more than wiggle and squirm under the creature's ministrations, especially as he kneeled in and pressed himself between his thighs.

With the initial conversion already out of the way Ricky was far slower with his mating, the intial breeding instinct pushed aside for the pure pleasure of filling another male's tailhole. His lubed up tool slid easily inside the male deer, once more his cock tendril sliding out. This time it struck right on the other male's prostrate, and if Typhus could he would have screamed out from the sudden pleasure he felt as his own cock began to swell and dribble. Unlike the stag's usual pre it was far thicker and smelled faintly of the same rubber as the webbing that caught him, starting to cocoon himself with his own changed cum.

Ricky could feel his own body enter into the final phase of transforming another, grabbing the stag's still furry hips as he thrust himself as deeply he could. The buck continued to cum from the stimulation, as he would until he had completely encased himself as the creature silently rolled his hips back and forth. He knew he would not be pushing his usual sticky cum into the male, instead it would be a solution of chemicals to complete his internal changes. Already he had a mental image of what his new creation would look like, building on the desires of Typhus to create an ideal form.

As Typhus was forced to lie still while the thick length slid in and out of his velvety tunnel he saw the same image of his new form. He had always wanted to be one of his guild's enforcers, the thickly muscled males exuding their power over anyone who was lower on the food chain then them. He was jealous of them, and now that honor was about to be gifted to him. in the state of euphoric ecstasy he was in his identify and personal freedom seemed like small prices to pay for the body of his dreams.

With his own body in near constant orgasm he almost missed when Ricky finally came, feeling the grip on his waist tighten and the bug's carapace mash against his own hard cum covered crotch. His insides felt like they were being liquidated, though in reality they were merely being reshaped in order to sustain his new body as his form began to expand underneath the layers of webbing that not only covered his upper body but his legs and hips and well. Every muscle in his body began to expand, stretching and building up as the cocoon became even more confining, which caused even more pleasure and build even more layers from his transforming cock. The most noticeable change came from just underneath his arms, the skin bulging out there and worming between the layers of pliable white latex until it formed a second pair of arms underneath it.

Ricky sent comfort and graditude through their psychic link, churring slightly when he immediately felt them reciprocated by the changing male. It would still take a few hours before his final body would be ready. As he watched the vague shape of the buck begin to reshape his antennae began to twitch, picking up the vibrations of more potential candidates coming down one of the other hallways. His wings flapped and propelled him down the hallway, dodging and weaving through the strands of latex webbing he had put up. Along the way he passed other lumps, some of them still looking like the species they were before they decided to venture into the tunnels, others almost nearly complete and even showing some of their new carapace. Soon the tunnels would be filled with his kind, an ever expanding hive given enough victims.

And what a wonderful hive it will be...