The Bird and the Bees... err, Wasps
The Bird and the Bees... err, Wasps
By Veil
The first thing anyone would have noticed was the sound. A never ending incessant droning. A mind-numbing buzz that rattled around in your brain without pause. It was enough to drive more than one captive slave mad. For Cyan, it took all of her willpower to resist the call of insanity and unleash a hailstorm of bullets into anything that so much as came into her field of view. To do so would have blown her cover though, and she couldn't afford that. Not now, not after so many have devoted so much time, so many lives lost, all to see this mission completed.
Letting out a long, drawn-out sign, Cyan ran her wing across her head, preening back the beautiful crest feathers that matched her name. At the present moment, the blue jay was crouched with her back to the wall, occasionally peering out of the tunnel she was hiding in to look out over the city below her. It was amazing really, how anything so deep underground, surrounded on all sides by ugly rock and deprived of sunlight, could be so beautiful. A testament to the lavish lifestyle of its tyrant queen.
The entire city was constructed within a massive cavern several dozen miles high. Enormous towers constructed from ivory and jade climbed all the way to the top, doubling as support pillars. Slightly smaller, but no less impressive homes seem to stretch out in every direction, many layered on top of each other and connected to one another via bridges made from platinum that criss-crossed between the buildings like streets. Far down below, the actual streets themselves glittered, paved with sparkling silver that contrasted sharply with the dull rock that made up the sky. To top it all off, massive statues were erected on almost every block, depictions of beautiful, slender insects posed in all manner of erotic displays. Lithe wasps, their curvaceous forms the very model of grace and beauty, carved from obsidian and solid gold, inset with all manner of priceless gems for eyes and bearing their naked bodies for all the world to see.
The city was gorgeous, a symbol of wealth and power, at least at first glance. It wasn't until you looked closely that you really saw the ugly side of it, for, despite the size of the city and the enormous amount of people it could house, the majority of the populace would be found hiding in dark, filthy alleyways where the shadows of the tall buildings hid the lack of wealth that was so visible everywhere else. The massive towers and beautiful homes were frequently occupied by only a small number of people, and, in the most egregious of cases, entire towers might be called home to a single individual. The enormous statues stood in mockery of the downtrodden, a symbol of the wasp queen and the wealth that she hoarded all for herself. Mindless drones and captive slaves of every species imaginable were kept under her thumb by the constantly patrolling solders, just waiting to die, when they weren't being worked to death toiling in mines at the edges of the city searching for more precious jewels with which to expand her beautiful empire.
Above it all, the, the most ostentatious aspect of the whole city was the queen's palace, her hive, where only her subservient wasps may tread. A sphere constructed from every precious metal and gemstone imaginable, it hung from the ceiling of the cavern like a gargantuan chandelier, generating light by emitting a soft glow that reflected off of every part of the shimmering city. It was the pinnacle of the queen's hubris, her claim of godhood, that in this underground world, she was the sun itself, bathing all in her vile light. And it was at the outer most edge of the palace that Cyan hid herself within one of the entry tunnels, waiting for her partner to arrive and praying that she would not be found.
"Damnit, where is she?!" Cyan squawked in frustration. Again, the blue jay felt her crest rising, the brightly coloured feathers at the back of her head angling upwards. Feeling her limbs starting to fall asleep from crouching still for so long, she stood up straight and stretched a bit, black talons scratching at the ground anxiously. Clasping her wings together, black, feathery fingers interlocking before she pushed her hands outwards, the long, beautiful blue plumage that lined her arms ruffling and sticking outwards. Running her hands down her arms and smoothing them back out, her attention was snared when the constant buzzing suddenly grew louder.
Taking a step back, she warbled nervously, her grip on her small pistol tightening, watching as a soldier wasp whizzed past the tunnel entrance just a few feet away. Holding her breath for a few moments, she waited to see if it would come back, wondering if it noticed her. The buzzing sound growing quieter as it left the area, and she exhaled a sigh of relief. Relaxing, the armour that she wore made a slight clattering sound as she shifted. She wasn't exactly decked out in it, but Cyan still wore a thick, onyx-coloured, metallic chest piece that covered her snowy, downy chest feathers, polished to a fine lustre, as well as a matching pair of short pants that stopped at about her knees. It was meant to give her a small amount of protection, though in truth, it was nearly useless. This was a stealth mission. If any of these wasps sounded the alarm, there wasn't anything that would be able to protect her from the swarm she would encounter.
Looking out over the sparkling city again, she was beginning to fear the worst when all of a sudden a pair of limbs wrapped around her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides, and tackling her to the ground. Cawing loudly, Cyan squirmed and struggled, panicking and trying to fight her way free of her assailant's bear grip. That is, until she glanced down, and saw that the limbs grasping at her waist were a pair of avian wings with bright red feathers.
"S-scarlet?" Craning her neck, Cyan glanced behind her and found herself staring into the dark, ashen face and grinning, crimson beak of her partner.
"Hi there. Didja miss me?" Scarlet smirked, letting go of Cyan and leaning in to nuzzle her cheek affectionately.
"Damnit Scarlet, don't do that! You scared me half to death." Rolling over, Cyan lowered her head down to face the cardinal, glowering angrily at her. The shimmer of her bright blue orbs betrayed her frowning, ebony beak and the dark, intense rings under her eyes, giving away her relief at seeing her friend was okay.
"Hey, it's not my fault you don't look behind you. Be glad it was just me and not a soldier." Scarlet giggled happily, straddling the captive blue jay and pecking at her cheek. Lifting her head, she started preening Cyan's feathers, pushing her crest back down and making her groan in embarrassment.
Scarlet was a good half a foot smaller than Cyan, but didn't seem to have any trouble overpowering the larger bird. Though she wore the same meager body armour, Scarlet lacked her partner's alluring combination of blue, white, and black, being almost entirely red. Climbing to her feet, she rubbed the back of her head, sliding her own crest of crimson feathers up into a large arch that bore much resemblance to a mohawk. Running her hands down her sides, she pouted and tried to puff her chest out, her small but perky chest practically undetectable beneath her armour. "No fair, you actually look good in this."
Standing up and dusting herself off, Cyan let out an exasperated sigh. "This isn't supposed to be a fashion statement Scarlet, we're here to do a job. This isn't the time to be screwing around." Cocking her head to the side, looking down at the excitable cardinal, her cheeks flushed a bit pinkish. She was a bit bigger in the chest category, and it showed, her chestplate swelling outwards, though it wasn't nearly as great as Scarlet may have thought. All it really did was make her armour more awkward to wear, pressing against her bosom uncomfortably.
"Oh, phooey, you're just upset cause I made you worry." The red feathered avian stepped forward, wrapping her wings around Cyan's waist and pulling her in close, the jay's blush growing deeper as Scarlet pressed their beaks together, exchanging a quick, amorous kiss. As suddenly as it started, she ended it, letting go of her waist and stepping deeper into the tunnel. "Fine, I'll be serious, but when this is all over, you're gonna owe me so much hot lovings." Scarlet winked and hurried back off into the tunnel, leaving her partner behind, standing still and slack-jawed.
Shaking her head, Cyan took off after her quickly, her talons clicking against the gold underfoot. Grinning slyly, she nodded in agreement. 'After this, we'll finally have time to just relax and be together.' She thought, as they delved deeper into the hive.
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The wasp queen was an enigmatic figure. Everyone knew of her, but nobody really knew much about her. What was known was that she never left the confines of her palace. From within it, the narcissistic, self-obsessed queen birthed clutch after clutch of eggs, a seemingly endless supply of fanatically loyal followers. She fancied herself a goddess, and demanded that all be brought under her rule and that she be surrounded by beauty at all times. For that reason, males were strictly forbidden from entering her kingdom. All of her soldiers, all of her drones and handmaidens were female, even the slaves that were forced to toil for more precious minerals were all women. Nobody had any idea what she looked like, her location within the mammoth, labyrinthine palace was unknown, and even her name was a mystery, forbidden from being spoken in public and lost to the ages to all save those closest to her.
They were a resistance force. Soldiers from far away lands that feared the queen, refugees from kingdoms that the wasps had overrun and destroyed, men who'd watched their loved ones be taken away and forced into servitude, and slaves that managed to cast off the chains of their oppressor, all united as one force to oppose her. Despite their best efforts, they had so far proved unsuccessful in even leaving a scratch against the queen's empire. No matter what they did, the wasps overwhelmed them with sheer numbers and ferocity, fighting to the death without fear or hesitation for their godqueen.
For these resistance fighters, this mission was their last, best hope of victory. Since no force they could muster could hope to compete against the might of the queen's army, their hope was that perhaps a small group could sneak in undetected and catch her unawares in the last place she'd ever expect come under attack. If the queen could be slain, her army would be devastated, without command and their supply of forces cut off.
So far, everything was going well. Having infiltrated the city as newly captive slaves, fellow resistance fighters on the inside helped them to escape. Now, here they were, the final leg of their assignment. Unfortunately, it was also the most dangerous.
"Watch out!" Nearing a corner, Cyan reached out and grabbed her lover by the wrist, dragging her back just as a yellow blur blew past them, narrowly missing being spotted. Letting go of a breath she didn't even realize she was holding, she slumped backwards against the wall. "That was close."
Holding onto her knees, Scarlet panted, trying to catch her breath. They were on the move non-stop, never knowing when one of the queen's minions might spot them and ruin everything. "Damnit, we've been running up and down these halls for hours, and we've still got no idea where we're going. For all we know, we're just running around in circles!" Following Cyan's lead, she leaned back against the wall and fell down to her knees, staring at the glittering floor and cringing. No matter where she looked, everything was sparkling brightly and making her see spots.
The jay peeked her head around the corner, seeing over a dozen different passageways they could take and not a single sign as to which one might be the right one. Again, the mind-numbing droning sound grew louder, and she inched back towards the wall, still peering out with one eye hesitantly. As another wasp came into view, her eyes widened. Her voice hushed, she motioned for Scarlet to come see. "Look, there!"
Poking her head underneath the jay's arm, Scarlet narrowed her eyes, looking in the same direction. "I don't get it, what're we looking at?"
Emerging from one of the halls was another wasp. It's long, slender legs dangling beneath it as it flew on thin, translucent wings. It leaned forward as it flew, its antennae drooping low over it's worn looking face and its shoulders slouched, as if exhausted from carrying a heavy weight all day. From the rather small size of it's behind in comparison to the soldiers seen earlier, it was safe to say this was one of the workers. And in it's delicate arms, cradled against it's soft bosom, was a large, white sphere, dripping thick, viscous looking slime. An egg. Almost as soon as it emerged, it vanished, disappearing down another tunnel without ever having noticed the two birds.
"There, the passageway that one just came from, that's where we need to go!" Cyan chirped excitedly, pointing in the direction the egg bearer had just come from and already sprinting in that direction.
"H-hey, wait! What makes you so sure?" Scarlet was following right behind running as fast her smaller legs could carry her.
"Didn't you see what she was carrying?" Cyan asked, breathing heavier as the tunnel suddenly sloped upwards at a difficult angle, forcing her to use her wings to try and climb up.
Shrugging her shoulders Scarlet cocked her head, waiting for Cyan to climb up a few feet so that she could follow behind in the narrow passageway. "An egg?"
The blue feathered avian turned her head back and nodded. Grunting, she dug her talons into the golden ramp, scrabbling at it, trying to find purchase so she could climb higher. A quick boost from Scarlet gave her the start she needed to climb upwards, turning around and reaching out to lend a hand to her shorter partner. "Yes, an egg. Probably going to the nursery. And I'd bet you any money it just came straight from the queen's birthing chamber."
Scarlet cringed, sticking out her tongue with disgust and giving a cry of "Ick!" Smirking, Cyan took hold of her and hoisted her up. Gesturing deeper down the passageway with her head, they both got to their feet and took off again.
They soon came to the end of the tunnel, a fork in the road where the passageway widened out considerably. Again, the blue jay peered around the corner hesitantly, torn between wanting to cheer and curse at what she saw. Just a few feet down the left path was a unique sight in this writhing series of golden passages. An enormous set of double doors some ten feet high, encrusted with emeralds, rubies, and sapphires all along the outer edge and handles made of solid diamond. And standing just in front of the doors were a pair of stern looking guards.
Just as she began wondering how they would get past the guards, the doors burst open and another worker emerged, carrying an egg. They didn't stay open long enough to get a good look, but Cyan could clearly see at least 4 more soldiers standing guard behind it. Each one stood perfectly still, standing six feet high and a full foot taller than her. Their long, yellow and black striped legs ending in feet that looked like natural high-heels, with the heels being so thin they looked like spikes. Their abdomens were large and swollen, with a wickedly curved stinger sticking out, ready to strike without any provocation. Their forms were curvy, their waists having an hourglass shape that most women would die for, and their chests ample enough to make Scarlet fume with jealousy. Each one had a thin, angular face atop a slender neck, with two long striped antennae that bent forward and constantly twitched, and a tiny pair of yellow mandibles surrounding their mouths. Unlike their primitive ancestors, these wasps didn't have compound eyes, but rather more normal, slanted and narrow red ones with a white pupil. Each wasp also had two sets of arms, one attached to their shoulders, long and thin like the rest of their bodies, and a second pair that was much smaller, just long enough for them to cross their arms over their chests and clasp their hands together, their wrists covering their nipples and essentially using their lower arms as a brassiere. Their larger arms were yellow down to their elbows, where they turned black and stayed that way all the way down to their fingertips, like a long pair of gloves. In their four fingered hands, they tight gripped a lengthy spear, the tip of which was curved slightly to resemble their stingers.
Quickly pulling her head back into the tunnel, Cyan held her breath as the worker approached. Thankfully, it kept going straight, down the right turn in the fork, most likely on it's way to a different nursery. Still, she didn't let out her breath just yet, not with those guards just around the corner. Fidgeting a bit, she ran the feathers of one hand across the gun she carried, the other reaching for a blade she had attached to her waist. The wasps didn't seem to have any ranged weapons, her and Scarlet could probably have taken them out and tried to rush the doors, but who knows how many guards might've been inside. She only saw four, but there could be more. On top of that, she knew that wasps communicated greatly by scent. The moment even a single one sensed danger, it could release a pheromone that would call the entire hive down upon them in moments.
Scarlet watched the jay fiddle with her weapons, seeing the worried look on her face as she tried to figure out how to proceed. They both acted confident, but even going into this, they knew that chances of success were slim at best. That they had even come this far was a miracle in and of itself. And now, now they had come as far as caution could take them. It was time to throw it to the wind. Taking a deep breath Scarlet took a step forward, past Cyan and out into the open. It all seemed to happen as if in slow motion. Cyan looked up, a shocked and horrified expression on her face as Scarlet took aim and fired on one of the guards. The stiff standing wasp didn't even know what hit it, the cardinal's shot going straight through it's skull and splattering it's brains across the pristine, glittering gold behind it. The sound of gunfire rang out and echoed off the walls, and for a single, brief moment, the constant non-stop buzzing that had surrounded them since they arrived stopped and the colony went quiet.
"That's for having bigger tits than me! Seriously, what the hell, do you all get implants at birth or something?" Scarlet shouted as loud as she could, turning her head ever so slightly and winking at the terrified looking blue jay. She immediately turned and bolted, running down the same path that the second egg carrying worker had gone, away from Cyan. Again, the fanciful doors burst open, slamming into the walls, and the buzzing noise returned, growing deafening as a swarm erupted from inside. There had indeed been more guards than she had seen, with at least twenty enormous solders and at least a half dozen workers charging down the hallway after her companion.
Still dumbstruck by Scarlet's rash action, Cyan just sat there against the wall for a few minutes, panicked. It was only when the droning sound returned to the same quiet, mind-numbing background noise as before that she realized she had to take action. Scarlet gave her an opportunity, she couldn't waste it, she'd have to worry about her friend later. Glancing around the corner, there was no sign of activity. The door hung open still, but the only wasp that could be seen was the corpse of the one Scarlet had slain. Jumping to her feet, Cyan bolted, springing out from her hiding spot and running through the doors.
The sight that greeted her inside was revolting. Suspended from the ceiling by thick strands of some sort of amber was a single wasp. It was thin, even by the insects' standards. Her limbs were positively twig-like, and the ample curves and chest most had seemed to have wasted away for this one, leaving her looking boney, worn, and wispy. Her face was creased and sunken in. Her wings were shrivelled, ragged and torn. Her legs and lower arms dangled beneath her, while her upper arms were spread out and bound by the strange amber. The only part of her that wasn't frail looking was her abdomen. It was frighteningly large. A bulbous, misshapen, pulsating mass so large and heavy that it could rest comfortably on the ground even while she was held six feet in the air.
Cyan could just stare at the grotesque scene before her, standing in awe. Her arms hung limply and the gun fell from her hands, clattering on the floor. The wasp screamed out suddenly, an anguished cry of agonizing pain. Her abdomen rippled, the muscles in it spasming and pushing. A large, white sphere was forced from the end of it, where the stinger would have been, and fell to the ground with a splat, encased in some viscous, disgusting white fluid. Raising her wings to her face, Cyan rubbed at her eyes, as if to wake herself up from some hideous nightmare. When she reopened them, they widened, shrinking the dark rings around them as she finally took a look at the actual chamber itself. It was large enough for four of those large soldier wasps to stand on top of each other and still not touch the ceiling, and was at least twice as wide as it was high. And filling the entire room, lining every wall and stacked all the way up to the roof were hundreds upon hundreds of eggs, all still waiting to be delivered to a nursery.
The insect cried out once more in distress, and the high-pitched whine broke Cyan free of her state. Shaking her head, she looked around in a panic. Scarlet wouldn't be able to distract them for much longer. Sooner or later, they'd return, and it'd probably be sooner. She stared at the gun she dropped, then up at the queen again. Leaving the gun behind, she slowly walked up towards the bound wasp, hesitantly, cautiously, her talons clicking quietly against the gold plated floor. Lowering her gaze, she reached out and ran her hand across the bug's abdomen. It was surprisingly fleshy feeling, not at all like the smooth, sleek feeling of it's exoskeleton. It squished underneath her touch, and had a slimy, somewhat rubbery texture that made Cyan want to vomit just touching it.
Grimacing, she lifted her legs and dug her talons right into the fleshy egg sac. The queen let loose a fresh wail of torment, the jay's sharp talons raking across her incredibly sensitive abdomen. Ignoring her cries and shrieks, Cyan climbed up, going out of her way to cause as much pain as she could in the process, her toes stabbing into the queen like knives. Blood mixed with the same disgusting, white slime was starting to pour from several holes in the wasp's abdomen, like a water bed that was on the verge of bursting.
Standing up straight, Cyan grabbed hold of the knife from her waist, slowly, shakily. She was actually going to do it. The wasp queen was here, at her mercy. A bullet was too good for this fat bitch, she didn't deserve to go out that easily. Lashing out, she grabbed hold of the queen's antennae and yanked back on them roughly. The wasp winced and whimpered as her head was tilted back, exposing the stick she called a neck. Holding her head still, Cyan reached out, pressing the blade of the knife against her throat. Glaring down into those red eyes, her own sapphire pools seemed to grow wet. Remembering all the friends she'd lost fighting these stupid bugs, the family that was slain when they first invaded her home, and now... Scarlet. The cardinal who had been more than a friend to her, and was risking her life right now to give her this opportunity. Crowing loudly with rage and frustration, Cyan drew the blade back, right through the thin neck of the queen wasp, and severing her head completely. Those wicked, red eyes grew dim and that squealing, crying, droning mouth of hers went silent. The deed done at last, Cyan couldn't help but notice how the wasp died with an almost... grateful look to her. With a tearful sigh, the birdie lowered her head and let a tear run down her cheek, her eyes shut.
"What have you done!?" The jay's eyes snapped wide open, an unfamiliar voice crying out to her. Looking down from her perch on top of the dead insect, still clutching the wasp queen's severed head by the antennae, she saw two of the large soldier wasps come charging into the room each bearing those same, long spears, tipped with a jagged, curved blade. Returning from chasing down Scarlet? Or new ones? She couldn't tell, the damn bugs all looked the same to her.
Instinctively reaching for her gun, she mentally slapped herself for her idiocy. She needed to be dramatic, of course, so she'd left it on the floor. One of the wasps reared back and threw its weapon at her. Chirping, Cyan rolled forward, tumbling off of the queen's corpse and landing with a thud on her knees. The spear missed her entirely and struck one of the amber binding's suspending the headless body in place. The gooey, sap-looking thing cracked and shattered from the impact, and the queen's body slumped forward as her arm came free.
Climbing to her feet, the avian looked up at the wasps expectantly. The queen was dead now. Any second, these drones would go berserk. Without the queen to command them through her pheromones, there was no one to give them orders, no one to tell them what to do. Any minute now these overgrown bugs would be little more than mindless vegetables. The wasp who was still armed took a step forward, while the other one moved to block the exit.
Any minute now. Cyan thought to herself, anxiously glancing in the direction of her gun. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the queen's head still in her grasp. The armed soldier was still coming, it had the weapon raised up now, ready to strike.
Aaaaannny second now.
With a shriek, the wasp brought her weapon down, looking to impale the blue jay like a deer caught in the headlights. "Shit!" Cyan cursed and threw the insect head at it, rolling off to the side and out of the way, just in time as the spear collided with the golden floor with a loud metallic clang. Turning away, the bird dove towards her weapon, feathers outreached for it. At the same time, she heard a distinct cracking sound coming from above and behind her. Just as her wing wrapped around the pistol, Scarlet's words from earlier suddenly echoed in her head.
'Hey, it's not my fault you don't look behind you.' Cyan whirled around and looked up, wide-eyed and shocked, just in time to see the second amber binding shatter, unable to support the dead queen's weight by itself. The bloated, heavy carcass of the insect queen fell forwards, collapsing directly on top of the startled blue jay. It was the last thing she saw before everything went black.
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"Uuhhnnh." With a loud groan, Cyan slowly came to, awakening to the sound of a constant high-pitched droning, the never-ending buzzing of the hive. Blinking, she found herself staring at the glittering golden floor as it rushed past her. Momentarily confused, she sensed that she was moving somehow. Gradually, feeling returned to her body, as she realized she was being dragged somewhere, her knees scraping against the ground and chafing. Groggily, she tilted her head back and forth, letting it roll to the side while she tried to take in her surroundings.
On either side of her was one of the wasp guards from earlier, each one squeezing one of her wings painfully hard with one hand as they dragged her along behind them in absolute silence. Trying to breathe, Cyan wheezed, her chest aching. When the queen's corpse had fallen on top of her, it must've crushed a rib or two, she thought to herself, wincing in pain. Looking up, she realized that she was being carried through a large, wide open chamber, fast approaching another set of double doors, very similar to the ones she had gone through before except even bigger, and if it was possible, more magnificent. They were blinding to look at, they glittered and shone so brightly.
"Wh-wha-? Where are-where are you taking me?" Still wheezing, her breath came out sounding hoarse, and she coughed a few times, her chest feeling like it would collapse. The jay turned her head up, looking for an answer, but neither wasp cared to dignify her with so much as a look.
"You wanted to zee our queen, so we're taking you to meet her." One of them spoke suddenly, jarring her awake more. It's voice was as annoying as the constant buzzing in her ear, and, in fact, matched it so perfectly that at first she didn't realize it was actually speaking instead of just making more of that annoying sound.
In fact, that mind-numbing sound was a lot louder here, she realized, and looking around, she could see why. There were more wasps in one place here then perhaps anywhere else in the colony. Rows upon rows of passive, still-faced wasp women standing armed, with weapons upright, just looking for an excuse to use them. Above, up in the air, hundreds of workers and drones milled about, carrying eggs, food, and lord knows what else through a nexus of tunnels. If she had to guess, Cyan would've wagered they were in the dead center of the hive.
"The queen? But- I killed..." Cyan grunted, a pounding headache interrupting her. She didn't understand. She'd just slain their queen, hadn't she?
As the wasps stepped up towards the door, it cracked open, swinging forward to reveal a blinding light emanating from behind it. Tilting her head low to try and shield her eyes from it, Cyan cringed, the insects not hesitating in the slightest. Stepping through the doors, the bird's eyes adjusted, and she looked forward, realizing just how wrong she had been.
The chamber she was dragged into was massive, easily twice as large as the egg chamber from before. Except there were no eggs to take up space in this one. One long, flowing, silk carpet rolled all the way to the opposite end of the room. On either side of the carpet was one long row of warriors, armed to the teeth and glaring daggers at the beaten blue jay. At the other end was a pedestal upon which was piled a veritable mountain of rose petals of every colour, with more raining down on top of it constantly. Two workers were constantly flying into through holes in the ceiling, dropping large piles of petals to rain from the sky, then retreating to retrieve more. The air filled with delicate pink, red, white, and blue leaves. And there, laying atop the pile of flower petals was the single largest wasp Cyan had ever seen.
She was easily twice as tall as the largest of the wasp soldiers that watched over her, at least twelve feet, if not bigger, Cyan was sure. Her striped abdomen was not quite as large as the insect that she had slain earlier, certainly it wasn't filled with eggs, as it still possessed the sleek, smooth appearance that all the other wasps had, but it was close, and though it wasn't out in the open, Cyan got the feeling that the stinger inside was large enough and strong enough to punch through the hull of a tank. From her high heeled feet to her upper thigh, the woman's legs were pitch black and glossy, as were her hands to her elbows, with short, white spikes sticking outwards from her knees and elbows, while her waist, neck, upper thighs and upper arms were striped like her abdomen. Her hips were plump, while her waist and neck were both impossibly slender. How they could support her weight without difficulty was a mystery. Her chest was solid yellow in colour, a pair of bare, enormous, heavy breasts that seemed unnaturally buoyant, not sagging in the slightest despite their size, each one easily being larger than Cyan's head. Unlike the other wasps, she didn't bother to cover hers, exposing her nipples, the colour of ivory, jutting outwards from her bosom, letting her smaller arms rest comfortably at her sides. Four shimmering, iridescent wings draped across her back like a beautiful, rainbow coloured cloak. Finally her head was a solid yellow, like her chest, with a single, large, black triangle on her forehead, the tip of which came to rest right between her eyes. Her face was perfectly smooth, her skull round and angled forward and down, coming to a point at her mouth. A pair of slender, undersized mandibles were on either side of her mouth. They'd have been cute had the wasp not been so large that they were still big enough to crush bone. Her large antennae started off yellow, and curved backwards, over her head and hung down to her neck, before curving out and turning black.
This was the queen, Cyan realized, the real one. Lounging on her bed of flower petals, she lay on her side, propping herself up on one elbow to rest her head in her hand, the other arm resting across her thighs, her hand laying across her loins. Hovering in the air above her were three more wasps, each holding a massive pole with a brightly coloured fan on the end, waving them languidly at the queen. Blood red eyes stared the bird down from across the room as the two guards continued to drag her along.
Coming to a sudden halt, they threw the prisoner forward, letting the avian fall splayed out before the queen. Falling to their knees, they each clasped one hand across their chest, speaking in perfect sync with one another. "My Queen, oh Light of Lightzzz, we bring before you this insufferable insect, zzo that she may be brought to juzzztice for the heinous crime she hazzz committed on this day."
The Queen waved dismissively, and the two guards stood at attention. Bowing low, they turned and rose into the air, flying off quickly lest they reap the Queen's wrath. "Sooo... This is the wench who killed my favoured consort." The queen spoke as Cyan pushed herself up onto her knees. Her voice was remarkably elegant, as beautiful as a bird's song, without the slightest hint of the droning, buzzing accent the other wasps possessed. "Well, don't just sit there looking so pitiful, get up and bow. It's not everyday that an outsider gets to behold the glory that is Queen Zivah. You should be honoured. Show a goddess the respect she deserves."
"All you deserve... Is to be crushed under my heel like the bug you are." Her legs shaking, Cyan managed to push herself up to her feet, glaring defiantly at the Queen, her crest rising up.
Queen Zivah narrowed her eyes. Faster than Cyan could have ever imagined, the giant wasp lashed out with the arm that rested at her side. So huge was she that her entire hand wrapped around the bird's body with ease, lifting her up into the air. Her wing tips balling into fists, she beat down on the insect's hand, trying to free herself, but Zivah didn't even so much as flinch. "Hmm, the Red One told me that you would be defiant. A pity, this would be so much easier had she been wrong."
"Red one? Scarlet!? What have you done with her you big ugly- AAAWK!" Cyan's voice was cut off by a pained squawk. The queen's grip on her body tightened up, her long, delicate looking fingers squeezing tightly. Tossing her head back and forth, the blue jay struggled, trying her best to break free of her grasp. A sharp, painful cracking sound made her head go still, her body rigid and her pupils contracting.
Zivah grinned and released her grip, dropping the avian back to the floor. Landing on her knees and falling forward, Cyan caught herself with her hands, sitting there on all fours, gasping and wheezing. Her arms shook and it took all her strength not to collapse. She didn't know what could've broken. She felt the pain of being crushed, she heard the cracking, but felt no searing agony of broken bones. She was just beginning to think that perhaps she was going into shock, when her armour suddenly fell off of her. A chunk from her shoulder first, then her left thigh, cracks had spread up the length of it all, chips coming off of it, and then with the clink and clatter of metal on metal it all just fell to the floor at once, leaving her completely naked.
Cyan squawked in surprise, rushing to cover herself up, mostly out of instinct. Sitting upright, she wrapped a blue wing around her chest, the long feathers that matched her name draping across it, seeking to hide her own generous breast from the queen's piercing gaze, her plumed hands clenched into fists. Beneath the lustrous black metal, her soft, downy feathers were as white as snow and soaked with sweat from the exertion of her earlier activities and the heat from inside the hive. The damp feathers travelled from the inside of her thick, shapely thighs, up her flat, toned belly, across her chest and all the way up to her bill. Though her body lacked the exaggerated curves that the wasps possessed, her waist still had a nice, slight incline to it. Her bosom, finally free of the confining body armour, swelled outwards, revealing her full, round, moderately sized breasts, easing her breathing considerably, her long, smooth, ashen beak hanging open so she could inhale deep lungfuls of air. Her small, narrow shoulders slumped low in embarrassment, her blue cheeks turned a bit pinkish, realizing that there was no real reason to cover herself. This was hardly the time for modesty. Her head feathers rising, curving and angling upwards at the back of her head, she climbed to her feet, wincing and moving her arm lower to clutch at her ribs, exposing her dark, black nipples, just barely visible from within her thick chest plumage that hid most of her breasts save for the curve of the underside. The ring of black feathers around her eyes made them appear larger than they were, glaring darkly at the queen insect.
Zivah seemed to grin at the sight of Cyan's unprotected chest. "Scarlet, was that her name? Fitting for such a fine, crimson creature. Oh, if you could have heard the way she screamed as we squeezed everything we could out of her." The wasp let out a depressed sigh, as if yearning to hear the cardinal's anguished cries again. Cocking her head, she raised a hand up into the air and snapped her fingers, before letting her arm drop back down to hang lazily over the edge of her flower bed. When next she spoke, her voice had grown more upbeat in tone. "Actually, I suppose you will hear, afterall, I imagine you'll be making much the same sounds."
From the corner or her eyes, Cyan spotted movement. Turning to face it, she chirped in surprise, realizing there was more going on in this room than simply the queen and her fan-maidens. To either side of Zivah's pedestal throne was a crystal clear pool of sparkling blue water. There were about a dozen wasps within the waters and on the shores of each. At first glance, they seemed to be simply bathing and relaxing, but upon closer examination, it seemed that they were intended as Queen Zivah's 'entertainment'. The pools were squirming, frothing mass of female wasps positioning themselves in erotic display, grinding their bodies against one another in a writhing orgy.
One of the lithe insects was on her side with one leg hoisted up into the air by a second one, who was straddling the first's thigh and furiously grinding their loins together, both of them squealing and panting, their glossy exoskeletons glistening from the waters. Throwing her head back, the second wasp moaned wantonly, letting their slits slide back and forth, rubbing against one another and mingling juices. At the other end of the pool, one was sitting comfortably within the water, an outstretched arm laying along the edge of the pool. From far away, it appeared to be alone, but up close, her other hand could be seen holding onto the back of another insect, forcing the other one's head underwater and between her thighs, half drowning it while forcing it to eat her out. Occasionally her head would roll back and she would buck her hips upwards, further cramming the underwater bug's face into her drooling snatch. In the other pool, things were no different. Another wasp, another erotic display, the insect sitting with one knee up, the other leg spread, leaning it's weight back on one hand and using the other to spread the lips of her sticky flower petals, sliding two fingers in and out rapidly, digging them in as deeply as she could reach and fingering herself raw, her antennae twitching wildly, as she herself was watching another pair of the insects embracing, their larger arms wrapped around each other and holding one another close while their lips embraced, their mandibles occasionally nibbling at one another affectionately, their long, slender tongues probing each others mouths and grinding their generous breasts against one another, pressing them flat together. Their small arms running across each other's sides, groping at the other's waist, pinching and smacking each other as they both lobbied to try and overpower the other one's maw.
Distracted by the scene unfolding before her, Cyan didn't even notice that not all of the wasps were still engaged in putting on their little show for Zivah. Their sharp high heels click-clacking against the shimmering gold that truly filled every inch of the hive, their wings occasionally twitching and buzzing as they slowly, leisurely moved towards the stunned birdie. Snapping out of her trance, Cyan shook her head and backed up. She didn't understand what was going on, considering that she had been caught, she didn't even know why she was still alive. She had to find Scarlet, just find Scarlet and run. Whirling around to flee, she found her escape blocked by the guards, each one holding an arm outstretched, a spear pointed in Cyan's direction. Before she could turn again, the poolside insects pounced, grabbing hold of her wings, wrapping their arms around her legs and dragging them out from under her, lifting her into the air and dragging her kicking and screaming towards the lethargic queen.
Cyan tried to thrash about, to kick with her legs and flail her wings, but it was no use. There were too many of the insects, and they were holding on too tightly, clearly having far too much experience with struggling, resisting captives. "Why... Why are you doing this?! What do you plan to do with me?!" Cyan crowed, managing to peck one of the insect whores in the forehead when it got too close to her head.
"Hmm?" Zivah raised her head, turning her gaze from the erotic display that many of her servants were still putting on for her, sounding somewhat disinterested. "Oh. Well, since you so foolishly decided to rob me of one of my consorts, I decided it would only be fitting if you replaced her." Still lounging listlessly atop her petals, the queen waved in the direction of the harem girls holding Cyan steady, already turning her attention back to her consorts mating with each other in the pools. "Prepare her, would you please? I have no desire to rut with a dry and barren wench."
Cyan's eyes widened considerably. Twisting and turning, she renewed her struggles and squawked anxiously. "What!? What kind of joke is this? Get away from me!" The wasps however, had no interest in listening.
Two of them grabbed hold of her legs, prying them apart swiftly, while a third pressed itself against her back, it's swollen chest mashed against Cyan's back while it threw it's arms underneath hers, hooking them under her wings and pinning them, stopping her from flailing them anymore. "Ooohh, zzo zoft. It ticklezzz." The one grabbing her from behind moaned and giggled, puffing her chest out, letting the bird feel it's nipples pressing against her back through her plumage.
Her face flushed red, the blue jay cawed, still trying to buck and struggle to no avail. Two more of the insects sidled up to her, one on each side, and began pawing at her breasts. Ruffling the avian's feathers, pushing them upwards to get a better view at the dark areolas hidden within. Buzzing happily, the one on her right was content to squeeze and molest her chest, groping her tits roughly and pinching her skin between her long, sharp digits. The one on her left wasn't content with just copping a feel though, leaning her head in for a taste. Flicking her long proboscis tongue outwards, she coiled the slick, wet organ around Cyan's nipple like a snake, squeezing just as hard as a python.
Cyan grimaced, thrashing her head back and forth, lunging forward to try and peck at the left wasp's head. "No no no, none of zat, come, let'z do something more fun wiz zat beak." One of the insects grabbed hold of her cheeks with all four hands, forcing her to hold still while she leaned in. Pressing their mouths together, she used her mandibles to force the bird's bill open just enough that the wasp could press it's lips against them and force her thin tongue inside without fear of getting bitten. Cyan squirmed and kicked with her legs a bit, but couldn't really do anything to stop her as the wasp pushed her tongue around inside her beak, wrapping it around her own tongue and stroking it suggestively.
Cringing and trying to crow, the sound muffled by the forced kiss, the wasp on Cyan's left decided it had a good enough taste now, retracting her tongue back into her mouth. Nuzzling against the soft chest feathers, her antennae probing and tracing gentle lines through the damp plumage, the closest thing to smell she had, inhaling the jay's strong scent through her feelers. It was different, having been perspiring from the humidity combined with the tightly fitting chest armour. But to the wasp, it just reminded her of sex. Afterall,what better way to get a nice sweaty workout than a days long romp for her majesty's amusement. Her mandibles pressing against Cyan's nipple, they clamped down hard, pinching her teat sharply between them and making the bird squeal.
While the jay was distracted, more and more insects continued to swarm around her. Pushing it's way in between her thighs, one of the harem girls set itself up between her legs. Kneeling down in front of her, she pressed her face into the birdie's downy sex. Running a feeler around her belly button in circles, the narrow tip of her head nuzzling into the uneven, thicker plumage around her slit, seeking it out. Tears were running down the avian's eyes as she was abused against her will. From the corner of her field of view, she caught a glimpse of Queen Zivah, who wasn't even paying her the slightest bit of attention, completely disinterested by her consorts' 'preparation'. Cyan chirped, feeling the bug between her legs nudging at her pussy, and her tongue vibrated, much to the delight of the wasp that was lustfully swirling it's tongue around hers. Finally finding the treasure it was seeking, the kneeled wasp slipped her tongue inside and buzzed her wings, making her entire body vibrate, her tongue writhing inside of the poor blue jay. Using her antennae to brush back some of the feathers in her way, she even managed to clamp her mandibles around Cyan's clit at the same time, squeezing it between them, biting into it and pinching it hard enough to make the bird scream. Having hit that perfect sweet spot, she vibrated again, her tongue and mandibles both torturing Cyan's delicate folds at once.
Cyan twitched and bucked, trying to resist everything these filthy insects were doing to her. In her mind, she tried to picture Scarlet, tried to imagine the vacation they would've taken together had they not failed. A vision of the two embracing and preening each other's feathers swam through her head, only to be shattered as the wasp on her right decided to imitate the one on her left, biting down into her nipple. The two of them started vibrating in turn, one after the other, at least one of them always coinciding with the one that was chewing on her clit. Each of them alternating between gentle nips and affectionate sucking, and painful bites and forceful tugging. She didn't want to enjoy this, the randy little insects were entirely too rough when they were trying to be, but that tongue especially, the one that slid so deep into her folds, squirming, pushing right against her most tender areas and then vibrating.
The jay arched her back and threw her hips back and forth, grinding them into the wasp's face as her pussy started to dribble, her juices trickling down her thighs and her bright, white rear end, matting her feathers down even more. Struggling harder, the insects just had to hold onto her harder to keep her still, risking breaking her bones as she would just not settle down. The one on her back was grinding hard, rubbing her whole body up and down and using the avian's feathers to stimulate her own sensitive breasts.
Sensing Cyan's orgasm nearing, the bug in her mouth pulled out, slurping noisily as she dragged her tongue a little bit of the way with her, a string of drool still connecting it's lips to Cyan's beak. Prying her mandibles out, she leaned in, planting soft nips and licks across the blue jay's collar, tilting her head to the side and assaulting her tender neck. Unable to resist anymore, Cyan threw her head back and let out a shrieking caw that finally attracted Zivah's attention, before going limp in the wasps' grasp. The one between her legs reared back, coughing and sputtering, the bird's orgasm having flooded her mouth with more than she could swallow. Her tongue sliding out of Cyan's netherlips and hanging from her maw, the wasp slurped it back up into her mouth, wiping her chin with one arm and smearing excess goo all over it.
"She izz ready for you, my Queen." Grinning, and pulling back from the bird's neck, having left a sweet bruise just under the feathers from suckling on her flesh so hard, the wasp bowed low and licked at her lips.
"Excellent. Well, hurry up then, bring her to me." Queen Zivah smirked, eyeing the limp body of the spent birdie. Her servants obeyed eagerly, most of them backing away to make room, while the ones that had been holding onto her legs grabbed her by the wings instead. Flying up towards their massive queen and carrying Cyan along for the ride.
Her eyes half-lidded, the blue jay turned her head upwards, staring the queen down as she was carried towards her fate. She wondered what pleasure the Queen could possibly get from her when... Oh dear God... Cyan's jaw dropped, and she stared in absolute terror as exactly what the Queen had planned became apparent to her.
She hadn't noticed it before, the lounging wasp's hand had hidden it, but now as she neared, she could see a thick, amber coloured bulge that covered the front of Zivah's loins. The Queen licked her lips, and slowly, the bulge pulsed, throbbed and started to stand up. A thick pillar, curved and angled downwards, at the base it was about as wide around as both of Cyan's thighs together, growing steadily thinner until it reaches the absolute tip, a sharp needle-like point. The sound it made as the column rose up made her sick to her stomach, like an enormous slab of sticky meat being peeled off of a piece of paper. And it was no wonder why, the shaft seemed to be coated from tip to base in some sort incredibly viscous, adhesive goo, with all the texture and sickly sweet smell of drying honey. Growing harder and more erect as it stood up, it continued to rise even after stick straight upwards, bending and curving in the opposite direction. At last it stopped, an incredibly lengthy, enormously thick and wickedly curved obelisk of flesh jutting outwards from Queen Zivah's groin, pulsating and bobbing back and forth in the air. As the enormous wasp eyed Cyan like a piece of meat, a large glob of that same sticky honey that already coated it oozed from the tip and ran down the length of the shaft, all the way down to the base, where Zivah's own sweet honeypot was visible just beneath the pillar of flesh, her slit sticky as she ran a finger across it, gathering some of her own honey and raising it to her lips to suck it clean.
The Queen could tell exactly what Cyan was thinking from the look in her eyes. She laughed heartily, rolling her head backwards while her servants continued to attend to her as if their queen hadn't just grown a massive erection right in front of them. "You poor, naive girl. Did you really think Queen Zivah would birth eggs herself? Hmph, labour is such an ugly, strenuous task, hardly befitting one of royal stature such as myself. Don't you agree?" Rolling onto her back, the queen placed both arms behind her head and wiggled her hips, making herself comfortable, her monstrous length spasming, just waiting to be treated.
Cyan shook her head as the wasps carrying her grew closer. Her legs flailed and kicked in every direction and she shook her head in a panic. "No... No! Stay away from me!" She shrieked and cawed. Another pair of wasps rose up to try and hold her still, one for each leg. The one that reached for her left leg especially made Cyan freak out and kick at it. It's markings and colours made it look almost exactly like the queen, albeit much smaller. It glowered at her and threw itself at her leg, wrapping it's body around it and weighing it down, preventing the bird from throwing it around too much.
Slowly, the insects hovered lower, still carrying the thrashing and struggling blue jay. The two at her legs spread her thighs apart, and the four worked together to position Cyan so that the sharp, spiky tip of the queen's member was rubbing against her slick cunt lips, rubbing against them insistently. The bird sobbed pitifully, shaking her head and letting tears flow freely. "Stop, you can't! That monster will kill me! Please, no!"
The surrounding insects just ignored her. All the ones that had taken part in raping her barely a few minutes ago were now back at their pools, squirming and writhing against each other for their Queen's disinterested entertainment. Zivah just stared ahead, grinning wickedly. Arching one eyebrow, she suddenly glanced at her tiny double that was clinging to Cyan's leg, as if just remembering something. "Now Nyxx, you will be careful with this one. We don't want a repeat of last time. You made an awful mess of that Red One."
The one the Queen had called Nyxx just nodded her head, her antennae drooping limply with a mark of shame about her. Cyan meanwhile could just gape, her mind running laps. The red one... Scarlet... Did she go through this too? Was this her ultimate fate, skewered alive on the dick of this evil bitch who can't even be bothered with her own fucks, all because of a clumsy servant girl? Cyan wailed pitifully for her lost comrade, just as the wasps holding her thighs yanked her body down roughly, impaling her on Zivah's shaft.
The blue jay squeezed her eyes tightly shut and shrieked, while the wasp queen allowed her eyelids to flutter and groaned loudly, a loud, droning, blissful buzz. Cracking one eye open, Cyan fully expected to see that throbbing spike bursting from her stomach in a shower of rain and gore, ending her life. Instead, she found herself held steady in the air by the four servants clinging to her, the thin cocktip spreading her folds and just beginning to push inside. She honestly couldn't tell which she would have preferred at that moment. The smaller wasps all lightened their grip on her, and Cyan groaned as gravity started to guide her further down the Queen's terrifying weapon.
The jay's face was still soaked with tears, her eyes watering and streaming down her cheeks non-stop as slowly but surely, more and more of that pulsing pole pushed into her folds. The deeper it went, the thicker it became, until it was stretching her entrance far wider than any toy her and Scarlet had ever used together. She winced and cringed repeatedly, the tip jabbing at her insides sharply and making her cry out anew. She could feel it pressing deep inside now, against the back walls of her delicate sex.
The Queen grunted, feeling it go as deep as it would reach, for now. With little more than a twitch of her antennae, she signalled for her drones to keep moving, and each one nodded in sync, save for Nyxx who was a few seconds slow. Gripping Cyan's limbs tightly again, they started to lift her back up slowly, rising until just that glistening peak was left inside. All as one, they jerked her body downwards, making the bird cry out.
Cyan's arms and legs were going limp. She couldn't struggle now, all she'd manage with that would be to get herself killed in the most humiliating way possible. The wasp's erect staff absolutely revolted her. She tried to relax her muscles, to loosen them and make her sex as unappealing as possible, but it was no use. The shaft felt like it was lined with glue, sticking to her vaginal muscles, dragging her innards along with it whenever it moved and forcing her to squeeze against her will, forced to listen to the sickening squishing sound of Zivah's sticky, honey-coated length delving into her sopping wet pussy, all thanks to the drones that had taken pleasure in tormenting her.
Queen Zivah's moans were steadily growing louder as Cyan was repeatedly slid up and down her shaft. Still, there was so much left untouched. Not even half of her behemoth member would fit inside the tiny bird. With a needy grunt, the queen began rolling her hips, grinding upwards and making the blue jay wail as she her insides would be poked and stabbed. Tilting her head to the side, the queen gasped, watching her consorts mate with each other, sometimes tenderly and lovingly carressing, other times raping each other savagely. And the queen wasn't the only one that bore a special extra appendage between her legs either, she remarked, as one of her harem girls, realizing the queen's eyes were upon her, bent another one over backwards, tilted it's head back, and rammed her own sticky, throbbing length straight down it's throat, roughly hammering her hips forward and making the other wasp choke. The herm consort's head thrown back as she buzzed in ecstasy, brutally lunging her shaft in to the hilt.
Her lovely servants were always eager to please their lustful queen, a small cluster of them fawning over Zivah's enormous bust, using all of their arms and their upper bodies to massage the queen's bosom, squeezing and grinding themselves against her. Their hands feeling tiny in comparison to Zivah's huge frame, using their whole fists to squeeze the queen's, swollen, erect nipples, mashing their bodies against her, using their tongues to paint intricate symbols on her exterior with their saliva. Despite her exoskeleton, the queen's breasts were surprisingly soft and pillowy, and more than once had she allowed her consorts to sleep on top of them.
Nyxx was not the most attentive of consorts. Whereas the others were trained to perfection, dedicating every waking thought to how best they may serve the queen, Nyxx often found herself distracted and lacking in focus. So it was that while dragging Cyan down once more onto Zivah's prick, when the queen's tip reached the deepest point, the inattentive wasp didn't stop. Cocking her head to the side and wondering why she was no longer descending, even as the other wasps were trying to lift the birdie back up, Nyxx instead just tugged harder. Buzzing up and down, she jerked and yanked on Cyan's leg roughly. The other wasps just hovered confused for a moment, and the queen was too preoccupied to notice. Only Cyan realized something was wrong as the sharp, stabbing pain intensified. Cawing and squawking, she thrashed about, trying to pull herself free. Wondering why the smooth motion had come to a stop, Queen Zivah turned her head just in time to watch as Cyan's body, being jerked back and forth, suddenly sunk much deeper onto the insect's throbbing pole, the thin, sleek tip having found the entrance to the blue jay's cervix.
"Oooh... Zzzzeaaaaaggghhh!" More than half of her cock sinking deep into the avian's body, Zivah's moaned and thrust her hips upwards, trying to drive it deeper still. Cyan just shrieked and sobbed, the much much thicker lower region of Zivah's pounding spire splitting her folds and practically tearing her in two. Her cervix was never meant to be penetrated, gripping the queen's dick crushingly tight, and a trickle of blood spilled from her split pussy lips where they tore around the queen's girth. "Gggyaaah! Nnngh! Nyxxxx! Bad girl, I said be careful! Gently! Zzzzaaahh!" Staring at the small trail of crimson staining her shaft, Zivah grit her teeth, scolding her wayward consort, not that she had any intention of undoing the damage that had been done. Not now, not when the avian's body felt soooo good. Queen Zivah had felt the last bird crushed around her shaft, the wasps gripping the cardinal tightly and dragging her down until she had run her all the way through, and still that one didn't manage to be nearly this tight. She grunted and moaned, thrusting her hips upwards.
The wasps all looked at each other, uncertain as to how to proceed. Grabbing hold of Cyan tightly, they lifted her up again, once more until just the tip was left, before letting go and watching her slide down their mistress's pole. Flying down, they gripped her again and started to slide her up and down. Between the blood, and queen's own free-flowing pre-cum, Cyan was sliding much more loosely, and since she was damaged now anyway, they weren't as concerned for her safety, briskly dragging her up and down, impaling her cervix each time and pushing her down until the queen's cock was stabbing into the back of her womb, the thick outline of her member distending the blue jay's belly, bulging outwards visibly from her stomach.
Zivah reached out with a shaking, trembling hand and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of her pole. As she did, she tilted her head back and exhaled deeply as a thick gob of honey was squeezed from the tip of her pillar, spilling straight into the bird's stuffed sex. "Nyeeaah... I could lie to you birdie... I could tell you how you're going to learn to love my cock... Zzzznngh!" The queen buzzed and chirped as she continued to squeeze the base of her shaft, rapidly stroking what she still couldn't cram into Cyan. "I could tell you how you'll come to depend on having a regular infusion of royal jelly into your tight, gripping cunt... Zzah!" The wasp sighed, another load of her pre flooding the blue jay's delicate flower, seeping back out as the wasps lifted her up higher. Gritting her teeth, the queen bit her tongue to stifle her moans, smirking wickedly as the wasps prepared to drag Cyan back down. "But I'd be lying. You're never going to like this, you'll go on hating it and crying every single time, just begging me to finish it, to lose control and give you every single inch so that you can die. And if you're really lucky, one day, when you're all used up and I'm sick of you, I might grant your wish. Zzzggghhh!" The queen dug her long nails into the flower petals to her sides, raking her hand through them and grinding her hips, jabbing the back of the jay's womb over and over again. "Or maybe I'll just cast you aside for the drones to have some fun with, who knows."
The blue jay squawked and crowed incessantly, crying out in pain and misery. Her feathers clung to her body, sticking to her with sweat, beads of it rolling down her forehead and dripping from her beak, sliding down the crevice in between her breasts. That same sweet smelling honey that clung to every inch of the queen's disgusting shaft was pouring from her torn, stretched, and gaping pussy, streaming straight from the tip of the queen's cock in thick, oozing wads, pumping straight into her womb and then oozing back out from the gaping hole when the wasps lifted her upwards. She had given up now, she was certain she was going to die here, either the queen would tire of not being able to fit that whole length, or that idiotic twit would try and see if she could pull her even further down again, and it would be over.
Her vision was blurring. In every direction, all Cyan could see was glittering sparkles of gold and silver and various other bright colours. She could smell nothing but a mix of sweat and honey, even the queen's body glistened with perspiration, the wasps that tugged the blue jay up and down drenched with sweat from the workout. The abused birdie's wings had long ago gone numb, and her left leg was quivering and shaking. Her head rolling to the side, dazed, she realized it was the queen's tiny double, jerking and yanking on her left leg again, shifting her body about and trying to skewer her on the queen's shaft. Through her bleary vision, she thought she saw Queen Zivah turn her head in Nyxx's direction, thought maybe the queen said something, but she couldn't make it out. All she could hear, the most frustrating thing of all, was that stupid, droning, deafening, grinding, ear-piercing buzzing!
Cyan opened her beak wide and squawked louder than she ever had in her entire life. The wasps tried to lift her up, but Zivah thrust her hips upwards at the same time, not letting the blue jay's slick, tight pussy escape from her. The queen grunted and buzzed, her own piercing, droning cry of domination. Her cock throbbed and seemed to ripple outwards from her body. A thick, noticeable bulge traveling up the length of her tool until it reached the blue jay's sex, ripping open brand new wounds and a fresh river of blood to run down her shaft as the bulging lump travelled all the way to the tip, erupting from the end of it in a fountain of gooey honey, thick as molasses and sticky as glue. Gallons of it sprayed outwards, pumping wad after wad of Queen Zivah's viscous, golden spunk. Cyan's eyes rolled back into her head, and she let out a guttural groan, her belly expanding outwards, the honey too slow moving and syrupy to spill back out around the queen's stiff prick, especially not when it was already stretching the avian out so much that she starting to bleed, forcing it all to gather in her womb instead.
Realizing the birdie would burst if they didn't get her off soon, the wasps all tugged and pulled, buzzing and grunting as they did their best to lift the impaled jay off of her majesty's flesh pillar. Watching and worrying about finding cover from the mess as her stomach just kept swelling outwards, all five of them went flying through the air in a tangle of limbs as Cyan slid free of Queen Zivah's cock with a loud, sickening pop, leaving the Queen to lay back, thrusting her hips into the air wildly, shooting huge ropes of her amber nectar in every direction, flinging it all across the walls, her consorts, and her own body.
Her chest heaving, Queen Zivah inhaled deeply, lightly brushing one hand across her prick, still feeling it shoot a few last globs of cum everywhere. Stroking it lightly, she buzzed with content. Sitting up straight, inhaling deeply once, twice, catching her breath, she reached out towards where the blue jay had landed in a pile of other wasps. Grabbing her by the wing, she lifted Cyan up to eye level and stared at her. The bird was alive. Her sex was gaping wide open and bleeding slightly, her stomach was so bloated that she looked like she was ready to lay eggs of her own, nectar was seeping from her pussy in large globs, she was drooling from her slackened beak, and she wasn't moving save to twitch every so often. But she was alive.
"Hmph, fucked the featherduster senseless." Queen Zivah grinned, noting how the bird seemed to be conscious, but completely unaware of her surroundings and without control of her senses. Without a second thought, she flung Cyan over her shoulder, the bird landing in one of the two pools of water. "Fuck her until she returns to normal. I want her to feel every single thing I do to her."
The wasps around the pool nodded, some of them feeding on their queen's seed that covered every inch of their bodies. Turning on the plump and stuffed blue jay, the birdie just stared at them all blankly as they swarmed around her.
"And as for you Nyxx..." The queen wasp turned in the direction of her double, the smaller insect just climbing out of a pile writhing bodies. Standing on all six limbs, she shook her abdomen, making it vibrate and letting the vibration travel down her body, flinging her mistress's cum everywhere like a wet dog. "I believe that we need to teach you the meaning of the word 'gentle'." Nyxx stared up at the queen wide eyed and terrified. Turning around, she tried to fly away, but the larger wasp was too quick, easily snatching hold of her in one of her great big hands, squeezing the smaller bug hard and dragging her back, the smaller wasp scratching and scrabbling at the ground, desperately trying to get away.
Still gripping the smaller wasp tightly, holding her with her back to the queen, Zivah held the smaller wasp over the slab of insectoid meat between her legs, coated with a fresh layer of sticky, glue. Pushing her down, her body pressed against that sharp, spiky cock-tip, Nyxx buzzed her wings violently and squirmed as the queen forced her down onto her staff without hesitation. She squealed and pleaded with her queen for mercy, though like with the avian's cries, they went ignored. Laying back down atop her mattress of rose petals, Zivah smiled happily as the workers returned with a fresh batch, the petals raining down on her while she crushed the insolent bug against her cock, pulling her down and sliding every single inch of her mammoth length inside of her, leaving Nyxx to squeal as her tiny waist was forced to expand around it. The sharp tip slid all the way up into her chest cavity, her exoskeleton fracturing in places where the queen squeezed too tightly.
For the more well-behaved consorts, they were treated to use the blue jay's body to their hearts content. Throwing her down onto her back, one of the wasps straddled her face and drove Cyan's beak into sweet tasting honey pot, smothering the bird's face into her gooey sex. Others were grabbing at her hands, competing over them, each wanting to see what it would be like to have one of those feathery digits crammed into their sex as they grabbed at her non-stop. The ones that shared the same 'gift' as the Queen were busy fighting over the rest of her body. One rather well endowed wasp, at least for her size, eagerly climbed on top of the avian's bloated stomach so that she could ram her spike in between the birds feathery breasts, her weight helping to push out some of the queen's sperm, shrinking her belly slightly. Thrusting her hips forward, she buzzed and moaned lustfully, the tip of her length poking and prodding at the pure female in front of her's behind. The one behind wrapping her arms around the one in front and pushing her down further onto Cyan's beak, trying to slide her shaft between the bird's breasts and into the other wasp's asshole at the same time. Three other wasps were bickering with one another, grabbing at the jay's thighs as they fought with one another. One of them, tired of debating it, lifted the bird's rear up into the air, just enough so it could rub it's long, thin, sharp length against her still as-yet untouched tailhole. The thin spike at the end sliding through her back door like a hot knife through butter, it's wings buzzed and it's body vibrated, it's cock stirring up Cyan's rear end. The other two left out insects crowded around her gaping and gushing cunt. Each one laying down on either side of her, they wrapped their arms around the jay's belly and hugged her tightly, pushing out another load of gooey honey before they both jerked their hips forward, sliding both of their thin shafts in as far as they could. Their slender, dextrous legs had to wrap around the one ravaging Cyan's ass, but it was more than happy to share, especially considering the bird's sex was so stretched that the only way her compatriots could get any feeling from it was by both using it at once.
Casting a quick glance at Cyan, Queen Zivah saw that she still had the same blank, expressionless look on her face, just before it vanished between the swarm of wasps eager to rape her prone body. Turning her gaze to catch a glimpse of Nyxx, still impaled fully on her staff, squealing, and buzzing, and best of all vibrating around her stone-hard obelisk, the queen wasp laid her head back on a larger pile of flower petals that she liked to use as a pillow and let her eyes softly shut. Her hand wrapped around Nyxx, she began pumping her fist up and down her shaft, using the crying insect as a sex toy while she lost herself in her thoughts.
Thoughts of herself. Thoughts of how perfect she was in every possible way. And thoughts of how good it was to be queen.