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With a rush of indescribable joy and pleasure; I was chosen. There were tears in my father's eyes and jealousy in my sister's. Mother looked away, shoulders shaking. I turned back to the chieftain with the biggest of grins; he returned it and gave my sandy head a gentle pat, mussing my hair. I didn't mind, I'd been chosen! Nothing could ruin my good fortune.

I was pampered; bathed, manicured, scented with honey and spring nectar, then dressed in the sheerest gauze that left nothing to the imagination. It was embarrassing to be seen so fully by the tribe, and all came out to witness my emergence. So many jealous eyes roamed my almost naked form; pert breasts, narrow waist, shadowed cleft of my precious gateway... oh those eyes stared long and hard at my womanhood, trying to see beyond the gauzy veils. No man would ever possess it; I was sacred, chosen!

My smile beaming, I gave them a bit of a show, twirling. Linen billowed around me, the cool spring air and hot sun going right through it. Oh what a blissful thing to be so free and so--exposed! I was laughing, giggling, and dancing between the two elders who walked me through the village of my youth. It was the last I'd see before ascending to the sky hive; to become a queen and look down on my people for all eternity.

The pair walked me into the field beyond the village, then up the hill toward the mountain. There the sacred place lay, the gateway to the sky hive. The canyon was thick with washed out vegetation and vast pools. The spring rains had come and gone, leaving it a mess. I needed assistance getting through, and by the time we'd reached the grotto, my poor dress was muddy and tattered. I complained, but they just hushed me, told me not to worry about such trivial details.

From the grotto we climbed up, hand and footholds carved in the cliff face. It was the most difficult part, for they could not help me here. Luckily I was well practiced in tree climbing, so I managed alright; but the height terrified me! Oh how could the height be so terrible? I would soon be sitting in the sky looking down, what kind of queen would I be if I was afraid of heights? I forced myself to look back, will set against fear. My gut clenched, my throat tensed, mouth dried; yet I persisted until the elders grumbled at me to hurry up.

The rest of the climb was nothing compared to that look back; a pitifully easy passage compared to many of the trees. I ascended to the clifftop and we stopped for lunch. Not yet ripe berries, a bit of winter fat, a strip of meat--a lunch fit for a queen!

While I ate, I gazed upward at the mountain face; I'd never been so close and I could see the numerous old mortal hives strewn across its surface. Most were ancient, crumbling ruins, but a few had been created last year and were still somewhat intact. I would order my children to rebuild all the hives; honey would flow like rivers of water to my people's land!

All too soon the food was eaten and I was driven up the mountain paths. Higher and higher I climbed until I was gasping for air, faint, and trembling. I'd never gone so far in my life, nor so high; when I looked back I could see my village, so tiny in the grassy valley below. Then we reached a place where little vegetation grew and I was told, "From here child, you must ascend alone. Only you may cross into the territory of the hives until you call upon us from your throne. Fear not, be brave, and bare us all in your heart!"

I'd known this point would come, the sky was no place for mortal men and women, only during summer and fall when the hives were fat with honey could they ascend. To do so now, when not chosen, would mean death. I bowed to each of my elders and boasted, "Doubt not that I shall reach the peak and be the greatest queen the hives have ever known!" They smiled, but their eyes remained sorrowful. It was a haunting dichotomy; did they know something I did not?

"Of course you will, child, of course you will. We shall await your call come summer," they promised, then began to descend. I began my ascent.

It was well into evening when I finally stopped; exhausted beyond measure, feet and hands bloody, fingernails broken, dress tattered. Was this how I was meant to arrive? Battered, broken, and filthy? I was on the edge of disillusionment, my faith strained to breaking by my ordeal. I was ready to give up entirely simply return; but I could not, I would disgrace myself if I ever returned to the village and I had nowhere else to go.

I sat, face in hands, weeping with frustration. I might have remained that way the rest of the evening and into the night; but I heard a droning hum, bone deep and distant. I'd heard it many times growing up, always just over the horizon or too far in the sky to make out... but I'd know it anywhere. A hivedweller, one of my soon to be subjects!

My tears dried, I lifted my head and scanned the skies. There it was, a black dot spiraling above, weaving back and forth as it made its way down the cliffs and scree strewn valleys. I stood and yelled, waved, laughed; I must have caught it's attention, for it made straight for me. I began to ascend again, towards my soon to be subject, joyful and excited to meet them at last.

My desire was fulfilled almost before I was prepared! So quickly did that hivedweller reach me; his massive form swept through the air and circled twice about me faster than my head could turn. He landed with a humming and thudding of wings, butting me over in the process, face first into the dirt with a boulder in my gut. I grunted, affronted by the disrespectful actions! I was to be his queen, and he just knocked me over?

While gasping to refill my winded lungs, I could not tongue lash the foolish creature. I did not get a chance to tell him how shamefully he was acting. Mandibles closed on the back of my neck, pinched down tight and puckering skin. His backend curled under and forced my thighs apart while his Cornua tore my dress before reaching my sacred center. Harsh and sharp, they pinched my folds, pulled my pubic hair, and spread my virginal passage wide. Perhaps he was testing my virtue, perhaps determining if I should be slain for intruding, or if I was to be his queen? I wasn't sure I believed that rationale even as I thought it.

That was not the case, or at least, he didn't care one way or another about the state of my virginity. In fact, I'd barely aired the thought when with a sticky squelch I felt his cloacal back end evert. Hard and soft bits slammed brutally into my hymen, tore it like a wisp of cobwebs. With breath still struggling to return, I opened my mouth to scream yet remained mute. I felt myself tear, a sick, horrible sensation, a wet looseness between my thighs that spoke of irreparable damage.

His penis slammed against the back of my vagina as it everted and swelled to firmness. His abdomen didn't budge, his claspers held my flesh tight. My internal passage gave way instead and caused my stomach to bulge grotesquely as he filled it. He didn't thrust as I'd watched dogs or ponies do. He sank in and sat for a few seconds, trembling above me as his wings fluttered.

There he remained as I acclimated as best I could. Pain strobed through my ruined vulva and bulging gut. It was akin to the worst menstrual pains I'd ever felt, and beyond. Then he throbbed as his abdomen bucked and bruised my folds. Within I felt an explosion; could hear a pop like a branch breaking of hammer hitting a beam. My belly bulged further, violently, as semen poured into me with the force of a dam breaking. My violator shuddered in the process, throwing himself backwards into the air as semen began to jet from my folds, and from his tattered hole, drenching my nethers, stomach, and running all the way up to the back of my neck!

It was over, just like that. One moment he was atop me, the next he was tumbling backwards down the mountain side; yet within me he remained, his phallus frozen and hard, plugging my entrance. I was in such pain, but even still, I reached back and tried to pull it from me, but it was lodged, the exploded end in my belly, hooked. Every tug threatened to rip my internal organs apart! With suffering and disillusionment filling my heart, I fell asleep.

Morning came and with it a realization of my fate. I'd been deluded, tricked into this! There was no throne awaiting me, only more of the same as I'd already experienced. My stomach had already grown, expanded painfully with numerous splits. The drone's penis remained lodged in me, glued there with the dregs of his ejaculate and my own blood. I just stared at myself in horror; I knew what birth was, for I had helped my mother bare my little sister. That was the fate of a queen, to birth; somehow I'd imagined that I'd be ruling over my subjects, directing them, not birthing them! Everyone knew the stallion couldn't sire on a woman; yet here I was, most assuredly growing within!

The sun was barely above the horizon, just beginning to shine on the top of the mountain peak when the drones stirred again. A different one it seemed, for when he came to me, his genitals were intact. Resigned, I screwed up my courage and laid back for my would be lover with open thighs. A part of me hoped to die under him, for there was so little room left inside, he would surely rip me in twain!

He settled over me, heavy and thrumming and I awaited my fate. It was not to be; his claspers ripped at the previous drone's broken penis apart and spread me painfully wide, but not splitting. Then his spire sank into me as he shuddered. I watched it this time, repulsed and fascinated as his cloaca blossomed, engorging from within and everting between his cornua as they held me open. I shuddered as the sticky flesh oozed into me, and then threw up in my mouth as a stream of hot, reeking mess gushed out around him, deflating my swollen gut tremendously and spewing a dozen feet beyond my parted thighs wetly.

He sank to the hilt, vanishing in my sloppy, disgusting hole and settled there for a time. I watched, tense with anticipation of what was to come. When it did, I was not prepared for the violence. His abdomen swelled, split in places with crackling pops, then a moment later his penis exploded inside of me, bulging my poor abused gut until I looked pregnant. Nothing spewed out, the pair of penises lodged within sealed me completely. But he on the other hand shattered; his cock ripped apart and off as the pressure increased, his abdomen split and ruptured, spraying the back log of semen directly over me.

My body was painted, sex, stomach, breast, throat, and face in insectile semen. I tasted it on my tongue as it splattered in through my shocked open mouth. My eyes burned as it landed in them. I didn't see him fall away, but felt the weight of him as it was removed, and could hear the sputter and splatter as semen drenched the ground around me.

He was only the first that day, there were a dozen drones awaiting on the mountain, awaiting their queen. I began to ascend, soaked head to toe in insect semen, the scent driving others wild as they caught it. I mated over and over until exhaustion left me spent upon the rocks in a pool of ejaculate.

Days passed and no drones came to me. Exhaustion gave way to starvation and dehydration. Pain in my stomach gave way to numb burning aches as infection set in. Delirious thoughts kept me going, I had to reach the mountain top, had to! There was something important up there; so I climbed on shaking limbs, dragging my scabbed, bloated stomach in the dirt.

I did in the end reach it and felt a momentary joy as I looked down at the world below. My village was so small, just a tiny splatter of farms, houses, and roads. I did not have long to enjoy the view though, for I felt movement within reminiscent of my little sister, kicking in mother's womb. Each of these movements however was accompanied by a painful cramp and burning. There were more kicks though after a time, so many more. I laid there in the afternoon sun, staring at my bloated gut as it moved, hundreds of squirming bodies under the skin, writhing.

Feeding, I realized, on me... I began to weep as the pain continued, as the larva spread through my flesh, consuming muscle, ligament, and fat. I was too exhausted, too broken to even claw at my aching belly, so I just watched with head propped up against the rock, helpless. I died in the night, never witnessing the birth of my children; hundreds of queens departing in all directions to found their hives upon the mountain; fertile with the leftover semen of the drones who'd sired upon me.

Even my bones were eventually consumed leaving little more than a tuft of hair and flap of skin on the mountain face. Had I thought to look, I'd have found hundreds of other remnants, chips of bones, bits of hair, shriveled knots of skin... all the queens chosen to climb the mountain. I never made it to the sky hive, no one had; the mountain peak was where we died so that the hivers could be born.