Roger's little friend
MC finds that being a furry herm is not the same as having a purpose, but finds it from an unlikely source.
Bugs! Parasites! Mental Shift, pregnancy and transformation via insemination. If you don't like it, or are a kid, bug-er off. For the rest of you, enjoy a trip into Flexible Survival-land where in this case, our Herm MC finds that being furry isn't the end all and be all it promised to be. FS belongs to https://nuku-valente.sofurry.com/
Roger was a mess. This whole mutation business was for the birds. He should know, as he’s been fucked by several varieties now. No matter how he trained, or worked to master a new mutation form, it always went badly for him.
He signed, taking yet another dose of the morning after pill after getting knocked up yet again. He really needed to see his coyote friend, Janet who possessed the ability to bend the nanites within all of them to get his appearance right once again he thought as a buzzing sound reached his ears.
“What now?” He thought, readying his chain sword, one of the more popular weapons being handed out to use against ferals. However effective it would be against a wyvern however, meant it was heavy and bulky against a nimble predator like this. Two swings of the chainsword and the wasp found an opening.
The blinding pain lasted for a second as Roger passed out to the sound of insect wings. He awoke as he was being brought to a regal insect, one among many here. He looked around desperately for a way out as he was thrust onto her dias, squirming desperately as she reached for him.
He tried to close his legs as she bared her ovipositor, pushing between his thighs, pausing at his ass, before finding his wet cunt and diving in as he desperately tried to dislodge the fleshy tube. He was held down by a pair of drones as something was fed into him. Something alive. He felt it move within him, a happy joyous feeling he absolutely didn’t share.
When the ovipositor was pulled from his cunt, he expected to be bound and bred, but the insects simply let him go. The queen gave him a loving caress, and then moved onto her own business, leaving him to join her, or leave as he wished. He chose to leave, obviously. The insects in the crowded hive bowed to him, each touching him softly as he passed with their antennae. Honestly it was the most respect he’d had since P-day. The happy feeling in his gut had calmed down as well. Whatever they had done, perhaps it wasn’t that bad he thought as he exited the hive, only noticing that nighttime had fallen, and he was without a weapon.
“Dammit” He said, turning back into the hive. That night he spent surrounded by black wasps who had no sense of privacy at all, but were gentle enough for feral insects. He found a place and no sooner had he curled up to fall asleep than a pile of the bugs surrounded him like a living blanket. He had felt the chill in the air, so it likely they wanted to be warm too he thought as he felt the smooth exoskeletons of the wasps surround him, a soft buzz lulling him to sleep.
Morning came, and he left his buggy friends behind. Though he did keep running into one or two like they were keeping track of him. He didn’t mind, really as it helped scare off the other mutants. He got into a scuffle with a sewer alligator and they actually attacked the poor thing. He laughed as reinforcements arrived and soon the poor gator was being carted off the same way he had the previous day.
“Say Hi to the Queen for me” He said in jest, but the bugs had really came through for him. He went through the Gator’s gear the wasps had discarded, and found a knife and flint for starting a fire. The bandolier was far too big for him to wear comfortably without modification though. As he worked to do just that, he felt that happy feeling from within once again as something dropped into his womb.
What it was, he could likely guess, but that happy feeling just caused him to rub his stomach. Being weak and bred repeatedly before, he was no stranger to being bred, but nothing had ever been…thankful the way he felt radiating from within him now. He patted his stomach, and hummed a happy tune as whatever the queen laid in him continued to lay, gradually bloating his womb as the day went on.
He found his hunger was fierce for sure, but he knew for sure he was being followed as food just kept being found by him now. The wasps keeping their distance, yet never far away, like ninjas assigned to care for him. He rubbed his stomach, as the feeling of thankfulness was replaced by another, one of needing a mate.
And what was worse, he could smell the change. Having been transformed (mostly unwillingly) into several species that went into heat, he recognized what he smelled. Pregnant, but in heat. It didn’t take long before a suitor came a buzzing. “Guess you are here for me, huh?” He asked the sleek drone, who landed on his shoulder. He could have fought it, but there wasn’t any hostility, it simply flew alongside him when he moved, and re-settled on him when he didn’t. Its scent though was so warm and inviting. The thing within him wanted to be bred by this bug, like really badly.
He remembered the queen, and how the insects had protected and fed him and sighed. “Ok, big guy. Let’s do this.” He said, bending over, allowing the insect to mount him. It did so, its antennae tickling his neck as it found his wet hole, causing Roger to moan as the bugs mated. It didn’t take long before it came, causing the thing within him to almost glow with happiness, And Roger was rewarded with Wasp wings, which grew from his back as his torso turned black. Honestly he liked the look.
As the male pulled out, he patted it on the head like a faithful labrador. It bowed to him and then flew off. “Guess he got what he wanted” He said to the thing within him, of which he felt a happy confirmation from within.
He was glad whatever it was within him didn’t lay yet more eggs, just radiating assurances that it was happy. His pregnant belly actually felt pretty nice, now that he had chitlin plates to cover it, not exposed like he felt any time he got knocked up before. If he had to be pregnant, he hated feeling like it made him vulnerable. And as he picked up yet another food item left by his benefactors he smiled, this time he didn’t feel alone and vulnerable.
He returned to the hive that night. Even though he was armed, there just was something special to know he was safe as he slept. The bugs didn’t mind, escorting him to the queen’s dias once again. She was there, but only took the time to rub his stomach with her hand before curling among her drones for sleep. He snuggled next to her abdomen, not an inch from her ovipositor as the hive protected him throughout the night.
Come morning, there was a pressure from within, he felt the eggs time was due, and the drones made happy buzzings around him, but one in particular kept close to him. It was hard to tell them apart by sight, but he could just tell somehow that this was his drone from the night prior. Of course the drone’s antennae touching his abdomen every few seconds might have been a tell as he spread his legs and laid. The queen was not far away, her facial plates incapable of showing emotion, but next to the drone, she was paying the most attention. Guess everyone likes to be a Grandma he thought as the thing within him urged him to lay, and lay he did, feeling the oval egg pass down his vagina, and plop out, leaving a happy tingle as it did so.
He looked over to find her getting ready to impregnate the Alligator from last night, it being brought up to the dias, just as panic stricken as he was not too long ago. So it was while he laid his first clutch of wasps, the queen put on a show as well, filling the ass of the gator. It was kind of hot, yet he could feel no malice in the act. Perhaps the Gator would be as happy as he once he too started to lay.
Like himself, the Gator was released, a drooling mess to begin with. The wasps parted ways as I escorted my attacker from the day before. “You OK?” I asked as the reptile made disgruntled sounds.
“Hell no!” The reptile said, then backed off as “my” drone buzzed aggressively nearby, responding to the perceived aggression. I let him land on my shoulder and gave him a pat, he wasn’t my mate, he existed to breed the female within me, but he was more than a pet to me I thought as I caressed his protective form.
“They respond to emotion, be happy, they are happy. They’ll feed you, kick the ass of whoever tries to fuck with you too, like a certain gator found out yesterday.” I said with some level of pride.
“Dude, I just want whatever this is inside me, out. Like now.” The gator said in a more respectful tone.
“It’ll lay eggs, and one of these guys will fertilize them. You will incubate them and lay the following morning. For that, you get protection and food, and even a place to shack up. They aren’t great conversationalists, but they do pay their rent.” Roger said, patting his belly.
The Gator sighed “This is so gonna cut into my sex life. Cuties aren’t into beta males, ya know?” The gator asked, almost in a plea to be understood as we left the hive.
“Give it a day, spend the night back here, and see if it’s something you can live with. Honestly I think I’m in, myself.” I said as the Gator slid into a nearby manhole.
“I’ll think about it” He said, pulling the manhole cover back over the hole, sealing it with a metallic thunk. The drone had stayed with me as I felt the bug within me lay its first egg of the morning.
“Your mate is hungry.” I said to him, giving him a pat before he buzzed off, leaving me alone for the time being. I was just glad the Alligator hadn’t made a big deal about his gear I’d taken. But likely he’d soon get the spoils from another who attacked him today. I didn’t stay hungry long, the bug bringing me a can of spam. I opened it, giving the wasp pieces of the meat brick, rather like feeding a labrador, really. He didn’t mind that I took the majority though, before buzzing off once more.
As yet another egg was laid in my gut, I gave it a pat. “Your boyfriend is something else.” I said to it, oddly feeling agreement as it caressed my womb. I found myself looking forward to being mated later that afternoon as I picked through the leftovers of the world being torn apart. My drone kept me safe, and I joined in as a team once as a few Vixens tried to rob me. I had not yet tried to fly, but could tell the fight wasn’t going well for us two against 5 vixen nurses.
I concentrated thinking about the need to fly, and to protect my friend and my eggs too, and I was airborne, my translucent wings vibrating like an old Harley-Davidson as they lifted me off the ground. The Vixens could only growl at me and the male as we made our escape. He fell in alongside me as I flew over to a rooftop and landed there, panting.
“Wings, really do come in handy” I panted out, as the wasp did the more typical male thing and probed my belly with his antennae as the Vixens shouted insults from below. I gave him a caress, it was so odd to be able to touch his compound eyes as I cupped his face as I regained my breath. “She’s fine, We’re fine,” I said, and for the first time in a very long time, meant it. I was fine. A small epiphany of sorts.
I flexed the wings on my back, leaving the earth and the Furry menaces behind. It felt good to do so, though I needed to be careful as not every foe was land bound here. Noon, and early evening came, my belly now full of eggs, and the lick of heat came to my loins. The drone didn’t leave me alone now, and his feelers spent more time between my legs than on my belly. The female within me let me know it was time, and I bared all, feeling his arthropod legs grip my chitlin as he probed then found my egg filled hole.
He thrust within me once, held himself against my cervix, and came. I of course felt the joy from the female in me to the point of coming as well, this time the warmth coming from my ass as the drone pulled out, my ass seemed to follow him, as my guts did a nauseating glorp backwards into what used to be my tail.
“Oh wow!” I said, flexing my own stinger at the tip of my new abdomen. The female within me was ecstatic and I wasn’t that far behind her honestly. This…was useful. My wings also enlarged slightly giving me a caped look. And truly I felt…stronger. I hugged my abdomen now noticing that my stinger was easily lickable, as was my cum oozing hole. As my female’s mate watched on, I gave it a lick, causing me to tingle all over, but also grow antennae like the wasp I was becoming. I was disheartened when I was clean, and the drone having flown off already. The female within me was content though. And my new ass felt wonderful stuffed with eggs. And each egg a tiny but growing spark of life. I felt a sense of pride as I alighted within the hive once again. I wasn’t surprised to find the Gator, already within. “Dude! You were so right about these guys! And look at you! Looking more like a queen than when I seen you last, for sure!” And there it was, I was one of them. I ran my antennae over his scaled belly, causing him to laugh, but felt the tiny queen within him give a greeting to me. I was touched.
He also had a drone flitting around him, a brother to the one taking care of me. We touched feelers as he radiated contentment with his mate. “The queen chose well.” I said to it.
“That’s Rocky, he’s a nasty fucker to whoever messes with me.” The Alligator said, shame striking me to the core as I hadn’t named my own drone. I looked at him, somewhat guiltily and touched his feelers in apology. He just beamed his contentment in his choosing me in return.
“My Knight kicked your ass the other day, but now, I have this!” I said, showing off my stinger.
The Gator all but drooled seeing it. “I hope mine’s that long too.”
“Keep your queen happy, and she’ll keep you happy. Who knows, you might end up with the longest stinger in the hive!” I said, remembering the futility of my own former weapon due to its size, sending assurances to my inner queen I was happy with my stinger size. She radiated happiness and sleepy contentment back to me as me and the Gator curled up on the dias for our night’s rest.
That night, I dreamt of my own hive, my sons and daughters before me in a sea of contentment and purpose guided by my hand. I felt a link with this hive as a gossamer thread, but a stronger one with the newborn workers I had birthed yesterday. They let me into their hearts, and I theirs in an exchange of identity and will, me sharing my experiences and they, their will and hopes. I held nothing back in that dream, my inner queen glowing brightly as the moon. She was so beautiful and strong, and she loved me. I could feel it through the link and accepted it like a sunrise. I loved her, and she loved me. My Knight was like my guiding star, loving us both. It was a nice dream.
When I awoke, I felt the gossamer threads my dream had shown me. My queen radiated her love to me, and I returned it to her and her children, my joy in their existence causing a visible ripple among the wasps surrounding the dais. I touched my Knight, and he caressed my abdomen, his progeny within me ready to be birthed. The hive queen sent me a beckoning, and I followed her to the heart of the hive, where brood chambers had been built for incubating our eggs. I watched her as she started to lay, one per cell like the wasp she was. But there were thousands, and I could feel she had paused, waiting on…me.
I buzzed up to an open portion of the nest, and stuck my butt into one of the cells, my queen making happy encouragement within me as I laid one egg. I could see the hive queen doing the same, and I repeated this with the surrounding structures, one egg per cell. No mess on the floor, like I made the day before for me! I finished, looking back on the tiny lives I had helped create, feeling their joy in just existing as the workers tended to their needs. The Hive queen shared her joy with me as she laid, her abdomen much larger than mine as of yet, carrying a larger brood within. I sat there, watching her lay as Knight brought me my breakfast, more canned goods, of which I opened and sat some aside for whoever was hungry. Once as empty as I, the hive queen joined me in eating breakfast. My appetite had spiked again, knowing the queen within me was readying herself for another round of eggs. So I tucked in, as ravenous as the hive queen, and as eager to expand the hive as she.
That day, as eggs were made within me, I searched for places for my own hive. My brood demanded such eventually. The hive queen happily expanded her own domain, but my purpose was always to become a new queen to establish her own hive eventually. My dream from last night was a call for this, to expand, to breed until there was no place left to expand to. My inner queen shouted in joy as I accepted this as being right, and I encouraged her to fill me with greater amounts of eggs. Knight followed me, our search having gone outside of the home hive’s domain. We encountered many interesting places, but one place in particular called to me, it wasn’t the most populated place, but felt…right. The mix of mutants and available food, plus the irony too. Yes, I would settle in Twenty Nine Palms.
I bared my ass to Knight, who mounted me, feeling my need to commemorate the occasion. He had never mounted me for anything minus reproduction, so this was new for both of us as he seeded me in the aircraft hangar that I chose as my future home. The Navy F-18 super Hornet parked within looked like it could still tear through the sky. I felt it a good omen as he fucked me under it’s wings. My inner queen danced within me as Knight came.
That night I communicated my find to the hive queen who shared in my joy in spreading our hive to the world. Knight and I had fucked several times that day until my body was all Wasp. I was truly one of them, my eyes the strange, unblinking orbs of a wasp, but I could see and feel much more than before. My inner queen had undergone a metamorphosis as well, now several times more potent than before, yet her presence within me dimmed as we merged mentally. We were now a single being with two minds. I found the Gator had changed as well, though still sporting his former reptilian head. We slept together, his mind touching mine, and finding a sister in the other. We awoke, embraced in each other’s arms, seeing the other’s changes fully in the morning’s light.
“Wow, you look…like one of them now. Kind of Jealous, really.” He said, showing off his insect ass. I swatted it playfully, noting his larger than average stinger.
“Guess you got what you wanted, huh?” I said, teasing the stinger until a squirt of venom graced my palm as the former gator squealed.
“Dammit man, buy me dinner first, huh?” He grinned, and I did my best to do the same.
“No promises.” I said on my way to the expanded nest to lay, the former Gator following as together we made plans for the future.