{"sf1_id":1817757,"sf2_id":"4nAr28G1","title":"Sugar Wasp","author":"CASH25","words":15369,"posted_at":"2022-02-09T01:05:00.000Z","tags":["Female","Human","Male","Romance","Wasp"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1817757-sugar-wasp","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAr28G1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1c/77/1c7776fb-b0cc-4e03-9fb7-3faebd3bec0c","description":"A young man meets a big wasp, hijinks ensue.   \nThis Is a reupload of an ongoing story I made for /hmofa/. Now that Pastebin has gone the way of Tumblr I've moved here and will be posting all future updates here as well.","content":"\\\u003eyou take the last tray of the night out to cool  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sent everyone else home an hour ago to get ahead of the storm rolling in  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can already see the wind picking up outside  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull off your gloves and check your phone  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eonly 10 minutes till closing time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou head to the back to grab some cellophane wrap, you need to start putting stuff away in case the power goes out.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're worrying about what to do with the frozen goods when you hear the door chime  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eone more customer it seems  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou walk back to the counter freezing mid-stride as a soft buzzing fills the room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh god please not her, anyone but her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egrimacing you slowly walk up to the front, you have a feeling she can already sense you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emaking it to the register you see \"her\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea worn and muddy wide-collared trench coat with an ancient-looking hat to hide her face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etwo floppy antennae poke up from crudely made holes in the hat, they perk up as you come into view.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeveryone else thinks she's just a lunatic in a bug costume, so did you at first  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut no it's real, its all very real  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe showed you one night after closing  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe was waiting by your car   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you got close she let the coat fall to the ground  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efour segmented arms moving in unison, a slender abdomen with a deadly looking stinger  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand those eyes, those blank dark eyes staring into yours  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou think she knew you were scared, after what seemed like an eternity, she covered her face and ran off into the night leaving you alone in the dark parking lot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003estill she came back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eIts always the same now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe comes in when there are no other customers takes an unhealthy amount of candy then rushes out the door after paying  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe seldom speaks, when she does her voice is soft  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut it sounds forced and unnatural like something desperately trying to sound human  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe mainly just points or nods to what she wants letting out the occasional click or buzz  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou nervously check your phone  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits nearly time to close   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tap your foot and try to keep your eyes off her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou make candy, bugs have been a constant problem for you since ants took over your family's kitchen as a kid  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut they were always something you could deal with, something small  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enow one could bite your head off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know where she came from or why she choose your store   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou lay awake at night thinking about the first time she came in, how you were the only one on staff that day willing to talk to her   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ejust another crazy wandering inside you all thought   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally she finishes her selection  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wonder if somethings going on, she's usually much quicker  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start to ring her up when something grabs your wrist  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eone of her other arms  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits all you can do to not scream  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks at you her mouthparts slowly moving almost like she's trying to say something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe pushes something into your hand and runs out the door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking at your hand you let out a sigh  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sort the wad of bills into the register  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe always pays too much   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emaybe that's why no one ever seems to care, how they all just laugh at the weirdo never thinking too hard about it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enot that you'd ever say anything   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhat you saw is going to your grave  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou see her outside fighting against the wind  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks cold  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit takes almost an extra hour to finish cleaning up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eso much for closing time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou switch off the lights and step into the cold  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe storms really picked up, the wind could probably knock you on your ass if you let it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou manage to get to your car turning on the heat and head off towards home  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe roads are deserted but there's this feeling like you could crash at any moment  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe rain is coming down in sheets you can barely see  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esuddenly you hit a huge puddle in the middle of the road  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel your car start to slide as you struggle to keep a grip on the wheel  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou spin to a stop on the side of the road, your headlights illuminating the small lake you just drove through  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"mother fucker\" you gasp clutching the wheel and trying to catch your breath   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're about to head on when you see it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea bag from your store floating in the water a few pieces of candy dissolving around it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n no.....no it can't be  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull on your hood and slowly get out of the car  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pick up and look inside the bag, the receipts still there  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's dated less than an hour ago  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start looking around for anything else when you see it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe back of a beige trench coat sticking out of the mud on the other side of the road  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshit shit shit  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewithout even thinking you run out across the street soaking yourself completely  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou reach the coat, she's still in it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efrantically you pull her head out of the water and lean her on the curb  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's not moving, her whole body feels stiff  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull off the waterlogged coat before recoiling in shock  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egoddamn it   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't help it, her body just seems wrong somehow  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou close your eyes and pick her up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't just leave her here  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's so light, you nearly lose your grip on her as the coat starts to slide off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou trudge back to your car   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you reach the door she starts twitching and sputtering in your arms  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to lash out at you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel a rough hard fist slamming into your gut  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leaps from your arms clicking and buzzing wildly  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e Her head locks on to you and she starts to charge  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou practically leap into your car slamming the door behind you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a popping sound and look to see a dagger-like stinger protruding from your car door, missing your leg by inches  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look up just in time to see her reel back before shattering your car window raining glass on you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethen she just stops  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stands there staring at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe slowly starts backing away her stinger sliding out of your car door with a scrunch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to run away but she seems slow now that burst of energy spent  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe wobbles a bit before falling back against your car  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're pretty sure you just wet yourself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhat the hell are you going to do now?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou carefully peek out the window, she seems down for the count  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're tempted to just drive off but something holds you back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou took biology in school if she is just a big bug you know if you leave her here she might drown  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't bring yourself to do that  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeven to a bug, person, thing  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou get out and pick her up, gently sliding her into your back seat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pause and then go over to collect her coat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere's still a relatively dry bag of candy in one of the pockets  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't seem to find her hat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eheading back to the car you shake out some of the water then lay it down on the floorboard beside her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hop in and crank up the engine driving off as wind and rain whistle through your ventilated door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewell now what  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou had a giant half-drowned bug passed out in your back seat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhere were you going to go  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewas she even still alive, you can't even tell if she's breathing or not  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull off into a residential street and park on the curb  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou flick on the overhead light and turn around to check on her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou never really noticed before but she looks like some kind of wasp  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewithout her coat she's completely naked save for what looks like bandages wrapped around her chest  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look her up and down but can't see anything obviously wrong with her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith the cold and the wind she might have simply collapsed in the storm  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou remember the makeshift bug traps you made as a kid, you guess even giant wasps can't handle too much water.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sigh and look back over her still form  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's still freaky but in the dim orange light of the car her strange body almost seems beautiful  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull off one of your gloves and reach out to her but stop yourself at the last second  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit back down in your seat with a squelch, the rain forming a nice little puddle in your lap  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou put your car into gear and pull out the surviving bag of candy popping it open  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebehind you a pair of antennae start to twitch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etaking out a piece you look it over  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits some of the hard candy you made for new years, probably the last of the batch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're about to put it in your mouth when you notice something move out of the corner of your eye  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's up and she's looking right at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe tilts her head inquisitively her antenna moving around sensing the air  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks away from you and starts scanning the car, you get the impression she's still a little out of it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou move a little in your seat causing her to snap back to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe slowly starts moving closer   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hold up the price of candy in front of her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stops her antennae both point at   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n your hand  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efaster than you can blink one of her clawed hands dart out snatching away from you and bringing it to her face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea chill runs down your spine as her mouthparts split open like some kind of organic puzzle box  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea long forked tongue slides out covered in barbs  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eholding the candy in her hands she starts loudly licking it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou turn away more than a little disturbed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's going to be a long night  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n you sit there getting rained on  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're too nervous to move   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eso you sit there, just holding the bag of candy as your passenger loudly slurps them down behind you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhenever she finishes one she quickly grabs another  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally just when you think you're about to get hypothermia she finishes  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes the bag from your hand and you can hear the tearing of paper as she laps up every stray grain of sugar  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ein the calmest tone you can manage you ask if she's okay and if she needs to go somewhere  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit goes quiet  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etwo arms grab you by the shoulders pinning you to the seat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try to struggle but they have an inhuman grip to them and all you manage is to have her claws dig into your jacket  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel her move in the back, something hard presses down on your head  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou glance up all you can see is a pair of mandibles inches from your skull  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith one of her free \"hands\" she points down the road and clicks her mandibles together  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know if she's threatening you or not but you're not going to test it   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hit the gas and speed off down the dark rainy road  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou keep following her finger going down several left turns and back roads  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have no clue how she knows where she's going, you can barely even see the road  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally you reach a dirt road in the middle of nowhere  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's practically a river of mud at this point but your back seat driver enthusiastically gestures to it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou power through, almost getting stuck several times but you make it to a grassy patch in the woods  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look out the window to see where you are  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshit  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou just drove to a fucking murder cabin  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ein the middle of nowhere  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a giant wasp who punched a hole in your car like it was paper   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour train of thought is interrupted as she lets go of you and starts bouncing in the back seat letting out a loud buzz  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leaps out of the car and runs to your side, grabbing you by the arm she nearly pulls pull you out of the window before you manage to get out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts rushing you to the door clearly uncomfortable in the cold rain  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't really do anything to stop her as she shoves you inside and slams the door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits pitch black  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can feel her moving around you deeper into the darkness  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou slowly start to step back to feel for the door when you step on something with a crunch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esuddenly you're blinded by a bright flickering light  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e your host has returned carrying an ancient-looking oil lamp  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe pushes you aside and leans over brushing whatever you just broke into a little pile in the corner  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit looks disturbingly like bone  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take in your surroundings  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's not much better looking than the outside. The walls and ceiling are coated with a brown paper-like substance, you can make out what look like old bits of newspaper here and there  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esome water slowly seeps through into a cracked bucket on the floor  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look at the wasp lady as she finishes \"tidying up\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe turns back to you and does a little .....dance? You're not sure  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes you by the hand and pulls you deeper into the house down a dark hallway  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou emerge into a much cleaner looking room   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ean old well-worn couch sits in the middle of the room surrounded by stacks of old magazines and newspaper, an antique television with a broken screen leans against the wall  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look over the piles  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits mostly housekeeping mags and the lifestyle sections from cheap local papers  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esome date back to the late 90s  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebefore you can see much else she forces you onto the couch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou gulp as she stands over you her hands clasped together  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe reaches down and pulls the bandages off her chest letting a pair of dark translucent wings fold out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe neatly folds the white cloth and puts it on one of the piles   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe shakes her wings getting the last of the water out before looking down at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher mouth starts to move in an odd way and it sounds like she's trying to suck in air  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tense up getting ready to bolt  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003et......tvvvv?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewait what?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n she walks over to the broken tv reaching into the shattered screen and pulling out an old plastic weather radio  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a click it comes to life, blaring static  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can almost hear someone talking through the hiss  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe doesn't seem to mind and sets it back down into the tv set before walking over and flopping down next to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou watch her carefully more bewildered than scared at this point  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe seems to actually be enjoying the white noise, bobbing her head and clicking her mandibles as the pitch of the static goes up and down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe shock starting to fade you begin to notice other things in the dark house  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emainly that it smells really bad  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know what it is but there's something stifling in the air  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe more you think about it the more you start to feel sick  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou cover your nose and mouth  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe turns and looks at you her head tilted   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efood?.....food!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leaps up and runs out of the room taking the lantern with her leaving you with the darkness and radio static  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a bang and something open and close before the patter of claws on old wood start getting closer  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe comes in holding two chunks of......something in her lower arms  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe smell is overpowering now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits some kind of meat and there's a bone sticking out of it you flip it over in your lap  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eone side is almost burnt while the other is raw and glistening  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou let it fall to the floor  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoblivious she digs into hers with glee, tearing off chunks and slurping them down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou really don't feel well  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewatching her eat, the way she tears the meat apart........  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit gets to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour mind starts bringing up old memories  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebooks and pictures depicting desiccated corpses writhing with maggots, poor creatures laying helpless as parasites crawled within them  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start to shiver  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe notices again, is she watching you?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecold! She blurts out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe gently puts down her meal and grabs a chunk of paper from one of the piles molding it together she puts it in front of you and awkwardly lights it with the lantern  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe sees your meat and picks it up, pressing it into your arms   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets out a noise that sounds like a laugh and holds it up to your face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits..... it's just too much   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know why you've played along with this, why you even helped her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut its too goddamn much  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe smell of old meat and burnt moldy paper fill the air  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have to get out of here  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou knock the meat away and run from the couch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ein the dark room you slip on a story magazine falling back into a bigger pile   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel your ankle twist  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou jump up but quickly trip again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear panicked buzzing behind you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eYou grit your teeth and get up running back the way you came  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't see anything  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno doors no windows no light  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're trapped  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou freeze  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou metallic clicking followed by the sound of rusty hinges  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethen footsteps  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's coming  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou back into a wall with a third sending dust and what feels like more magazines skidding around you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher light shines into view  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's here  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh god you don't want to die like this  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe walks over to you slowly  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes your hand and presses something into it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look down terrified  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eIts money  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stares at you for what seems like forever before backing away  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe nods to something behind you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe door is right next to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look back at her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethank you....sorry to.....do this...to you she says so quietly you can barely make it out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n what the hell is going on  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look down at the bills in your hand  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eold 50s and 100s the same she always pays with at the store  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou notice something by your foot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eone of her magazines  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe cover is a slightly water damaged picture of a couple sitting in front of a fireplace  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look around the floor   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethey all have something similar, a family eating together in a fancy kitchen, a young couple laying out in front of a tv  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit starts to dawn on you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewas she trying to be nice to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea thank you for saving her?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe notices you aren't moving  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ego? She says pointing towards the door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou keep looking around  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeverything here is old and worn  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere's no power, no water, she doesn't seem to understand how things work  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethis dark shed is her whole world isn't it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eYou're probably the first person she's ever brought here  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe seems concerned now, she doesn't know what's going on  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou.....okay.....did I.....hurt?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou slide down the old paper-covered wall to the floor  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebits of it crumble and fall down around you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a startled buzz she runs to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe reaches out but stops herself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esorry......I know ...I...scared you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take her hand  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n you don't know what to say  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're exhausted, nervous, and a little guilty for being so afraid  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou reassure her you're not hurt and that she doesn't have to apologize  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou give her back the money, you can tell she's confused  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou thank her for her hospitality but you have to go now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ekiller or not you really need some fresh air  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou crack the door and peek outside  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe rains died down but the wind is still going strong  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou go out into the cold walking towards your car  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou reckon if you're careful you can make it back to the main road and use your GPS to go from there  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you reach the car you turn back to the small dilapidated house  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's standing in the doorway shivering, her lantern swinging in the wind  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're struck with a pang of guilt  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecan you leave her here  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeven if she's not human it can't be good to live like that, especially in this weather  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to head in, you make up your mind  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esprinting to the door you catch it just in time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks at you startled   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou ask if she would like to come with you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher body goes stiff  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher antennae start to move and her mouth parts open and close as if she's trying to say something, but nothing comes out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wonder just how hard it is for her to talk  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're about to leave when she takes your hand and nods  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe two of you rush back to your car through the rain   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea waterfall comes out of the driver's seat as you open the door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe tries to sit next to you, but she can't seem to fit, after some struggle she gives up and lays down in the back her wings whacking against your seat as she dries herself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start the engine and get going  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hope you can find your way back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eby the time you find the road your car is even more of a mess  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emaybe you should have kept that money after all  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe storms dying down for real at least  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou glance at your passenger  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe seems oddly quiet and subdued  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wonder if somethings wrong, but you keep your focus on the road  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeventually you make it back to familiar territory  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou relax a little, you'll be home in a few minutes  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull up your darkened driveway, you made it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou help her crawl out of the back seat and onto her feet  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou lead her up to your porch, unlocking the door and holding it open for her, inviting her inside  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou flick on a light, showing off your living room, you smile a little as she nearly jumps into the air  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher wings flap excitedly but she stops herself   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou ask her what's wrong  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe turns around her mouth moving but no sound coming out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks down at her feet  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're getting worried when she finally speaks up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eWhy?......why did.... you....do....this?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't understand what she means  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI..... know you....are...afraid  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI know....I scare.......you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI can......smell  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe points up to her antennae  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a moment of silence you gently put your hand on her shoulder  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher “skin\" is hard and warm  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her you just didn't understand her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not afraid anymore  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks up at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take her to your sofa and sit down she lays down next to her head resting on your arm  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit like that for a while listening to the wind  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look down at her, you can't say for sure but you think she's asleep  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou know back in the car when you first saved her you were right  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher yellow and black body nearly shines in the light, and her large black eyes and alien face give her a strangely innocent look, like a kid in a costume  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe really is beautiful, in a confusing sort of way  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou slowly slide out from under her, finding a blanket to cover her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou cover her one last look before switching off the light and heading to bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou open your eyes. you're in your bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea pale light illuminates the room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel itchy  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esomethings wrong  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try to move but your covers hold you down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't see them but you can feel them  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elike your bed is filled with ants  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecrawling all over you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou manage to pull your arm free  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tear off the covers.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wake up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e your room is dark and empty, its still night  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou fall back to sleep  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smell something strange  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits familiar but you don't know what to call it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe air starts to feel heavy  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel hot, you feel very hot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit feels like you're pouring sweat   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno matter what you do you can't get comfortable   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wake up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits dawn  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou get up and stretch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour covers and pillow lay in a heap at your feet  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edamn you just washed them  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou toss them back onto the bed, you'll deal with that later  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewait.......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smell something, you vaguely recall a dream  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut this is real  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esomethings burning  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou rush down the stairs to the kitchen  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou nearly have a heart attack  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea giant wasp is standing over your stove  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethey seem to be turning it on and off letting the flames get as high as possible before switching them off, letting out a series of happy clicks and buzzes.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh right  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elast night happened  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try and act as relaxed as possible  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe notices you standing there and spins around  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enow that you think about it between those eyes and those antennae there's probably very little she doesn't notice  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eHey! Morning! Made food!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe got her voice back it seems and......wait did she say food?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe rushes you to the table and runs back to the kitchen returning with two small chunks of meat on the ends of a stick, so that's what was burning  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lays out a bunch of paper towels in the middle of the table and rests the stick on it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lays more paper towels out at her and your table spot   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe pulls out the stick and proudly drops the meat at your spot before sitting down with her own  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look over your \"meal\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit looks like it was some kind of small bird, looking closely you notice it looks like the head was bitten off rather than cut.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try and get up to get a plate and utensils but she holds out a hand  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecut?   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe jumps up and walks over to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes one of her long hand claws and deftly cuts the bird into chunks, she seems to have gutted it somehow at least  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks at you proudly, Happy to...help!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eat least it looks fully cooked this time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe eats hers in a single crunch and starts to chew on the paper towels  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take a bite  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's a bit bland but edible  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sprinkle some salt on it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat's better  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou glance up, she's looking at you funny  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe points to the salt shaker, Sugar?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hold it out for her to see  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her its called salt  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eSalllllllt?   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou nod encouragingly  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes it from you, peering into the small glass bottle   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eSmells....funny  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe then screws the top off and pours the whole thing into her mouth  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eso this is your life now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour dining room is trashed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere are several new holes in your walls  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour arms are cut to ribbons  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're covered head to toe in wasp vomit  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand you've spent the past 3 hours on your hands and knees on the bathroom floor playing nursemaid to a giant bug who thought eating a whole bottle of salt was a good idea  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel a weak tug on your sleeve  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou switch on the hot water again letting some more steam fill room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou need to be careful not to let it get too high  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes a deep breath of the humid air before laying back in the tub  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sprinkle some root beer on your hand holding it out for her to lick up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher tongue looks almost burnt  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wince a little as one of those sharp hairs dig into your hand but you hold steady  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's starting to get her strength back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter her initial freakout she collapsed and started spasming  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egetting her to water was just a lucky guess, you nearly drowned her yourself trying to get her to drink something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou silently pray there's no serious damage   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wipe your hand off with a towel and get ready to let some more water into the tub  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eHey......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look down at her, her voice is raspy  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI.....don't.....think I...like...salt....very.....muuuu  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets out a wheeze and tries to pull herself up nearly falling over  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou grab her and help her out of the tub and onto the bathroom rug next to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou get a damp towel ready and wrap it around her legs  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leans into you her antennae brushing against your face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI'm...sorry...about......food  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enot saying anything, you hold her head in your lap and start gently rubbing her antennae  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eOh......that......feels.....mmmm  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel her relax in your arms  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou slowly reach over, turning on the hot water filling the room with a fresh cloud of steam  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou keep massaging her antenna, smiling as they twitch whenever you find a sensitive spot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyep this is your life now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter another hour in the makeshift sauna she seems to be getting her strength back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou help her into the living room wrapping her towel around her neck and resting her on the sofa  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou head to the kitchen, sighing as you pass what remained of your dining room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou peel and separate an orange for her putting it into a bowl and resting it on the floor nearby  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her to relax while you start to clean yourself up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe nods, reaching down and trying an orange slice  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou laugh as her mandibles bite down a little too hard causing a mini juice explosion  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eletting out a few happy clicks she takes the bowl in her lap and goes to town  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're probably going to need to wash down the couch later but it's great to see she's getting back to her energetic self  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou leave her to it and go the bathroom, you need a shower  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit takes nearly 30 minutes to get the last of the salty bug vomit off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking at all your cuts you really hope you haven't contracted any strange infections  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou dry off and get dressed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003echecking the clock it's just about one thirty  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou peek out into the living room, wondering if she's still hungry for lunch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe couch is empty and your front door is wide open  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eson of a bitch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou run outside, you don't see her anywhere  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a loud bang and run over to your driveway  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou see a big yellow bug butt sticking out of your now overturned recycle bin  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eokay this is taking the whole wasp thing a little too far  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou knock on the side of the bin  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe shoots out like a bullet, stinger outstretched and buzzing angrily  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher arms full of old newspaper  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eonce she sees you she immediately calms down   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe clicks and gives you a thumbs up before rushing back inside  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou just stand there dumbfounded  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking down your driveway you see a couple out walking their dog staring at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wave awkwardly, you wonder how much of that they saw  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n you slam your door shut  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat was embarrassing  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enow what the hell is she up to  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou find her sitting on the floor in the dining room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a wet chewing noise  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou walk up and give her a light tap  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe turns and looks up at you, her mouth full of newspaper  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not sure how to respond to this  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe spits it out into her hands molding it into a ball  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leans over and presses it into one of the holes she put in the wall  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe expertly smooths it out you can already see it drying   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe hops up and proudly gestures at her handiwork  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eTaaa daaa  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003einstant paper mache huh  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat's pretty handy as long as it holds.......waaait a second  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eis that what her house was covered in  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou REALLY don't want your home looking like a giant bug nest  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou politely tell her you have some caulk in the back and that......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's already done  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe scoots by you and walks over to the table laying on its side  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe reaches down under it with one hand, as if to pick it up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her to hold on a second, that thing is pretty heavy and she's going to need help  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a yank she flips it up, grabbing it and spinning it around before letting it fall with a loud think  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks at you questioningly  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewell then you guess you'll just pick up the small things then  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooks like she's recovered at least  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ealright then, you drop the tablecloth into the laundry pile, time for lunch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour new housemate buzzes around you excitedly, as you take some things out of the fridge  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have no clue what wasps normally eat but she seems to really like meat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou figure burgers would be fine  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe hovers over the ingredients, antennae brushing over them  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou push her out of the kitchen telling her you have a surprise for her and she needs to wait outside  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou shut the door crossing your fingers she won't do anything crazy while you're busy  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou keep things simple, not much seasoning in the meat, and plain buns with a little lettuce and ketchup  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou leave hers a little undercooked just in case  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethey aren't anything fancy but they should be better than what's she's used to  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou bump the door open, calling out that lunch is ready  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh....she's right there  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe tackles you, nearly knocking the plate out of your hands  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eif she was any heavier you would probably be on your ass right now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eHungry! Food! Thank you!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe snatches a burger looking it over for a second before shoving the whole thing in her mouth, sending bits of meat and bun everywhere  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits gone in seconds, she looks back to the other one  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sigh and hold it out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe practically inhales it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou put the empty plate on the table when you feel her arms wrap around you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esooo.....gooooood  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eThank.....you....salt.......made me...hungry  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smile and pat one of her hands  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehappy to help you tell her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou usually spend most weekends out walking or at the local library  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou really don't have much of a social circle beyond your employees so you don't have many commitments outside work  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat being said you doubt waking around town with a giant wasp would go over well  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhile you try and come up with a plan you feel a tap on your shoulder  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's looking up and pointing out the window  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e It's going to.....rain  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehuh, you ask her what she's talking about  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit was supposed to only be a little overcast today  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe just points to her antennae  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethinking about it you don't want to debate her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have no idea what those fuzzy things can actually do  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eok then if you're going to have a lazy Saturday what better way to spend than watching some movies!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou ask if she would want to watch some tv or something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher whole body starts to vibrate like one of those electric back massagers, letting out a low buzzing sound  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etvvvvv? With....you?   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003euh yeah, you tell her you have one in the back of the house  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets out a quiet squeal  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou blink and she's gone, you hear her call out from the back of the house  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eready!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe really likes tv  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou walk in and sit next to her   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take out the remote, she seems confused  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003estrange.....tvvvv  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou click it on, the screen lights up a no connection alert is all that appears  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh yeah, you stopped paying for tv about a year ago  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno worries you have a massive collection of old movies  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e let's see, RoboCop, Terminator, Jurassic Park, old bond films, alien, aliens........  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eso yeah you're not prepared to host a lady let alone an easily excitable wasp lady  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eok you have one last trick up your sleeve  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou apologize for the delay but you need to go get something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not sure she heard you she seems completely enamored with the no connection pop up which is now bouncing up and down the screen  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehas she ever even seen a working tv? you think to yourself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter some time digging around a closet you find it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour old converter box and a pair of bunny ears, she isn't the only one with antennae you chuckle to yourself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have to pause for a moment to consider why your brain thought that was an acceptable thing to come up with  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou walk back in, she's still staring at the screen  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a few tries the converter flashes green and you hit the input button until you find the right one  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look back she's at the edge of her seat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour channels.....are.....bright  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emine.....just.....noise  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit back down, she's going to love this  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou flip through the channels its mostly old sports clips  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethen you hear it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat theme song  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno way it can't be that show cannot be still running  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat shit was the bomb when you were a kid  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehell you secretly watched it until you were 12  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou glance over to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks like she might explode she's so excited  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecolors.....pictures......moving  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe show starts to play  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's like a kid seeing a magic trick for the first time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou know you as weird as all this is always hoped you would find a girl who liked cheesy old cartoons  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou gotta show her a movie later if she can handle it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou finish the episode and she seems to break out of her trance  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emore?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ejust then the theme starts up again   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooks like it's a marathon  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eheck yeah  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a few more episodes you notice she's looking at you more and more  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhen the theme starts up again, she slowly starts to lean over to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebefore you know it her whole body's laying over your lap her head propped up on a cushion  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooks like you're in it for the long haul now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh my god  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edid you just spend 5 hours watching PBS kids  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't feel your legs   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're still trapped   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou thought she was a bug not a cat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou gently shake her a little  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stirs, looking around before slowly climbing off you laying back down at the end of the couch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou speed walk to the bathroom  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter doing your business you take look out the window  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's definitely raining  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wonder what she'll want for dinner  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a loud crunching sound as you walk back   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's still curled up on the couch having somehow obtained a bag of rye crackers   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou notice the light in the kitchen is on  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not sure how something so awkward looking can be so quick but you're not going to question it now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes another bite sending bits of cracker flying around the room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe holds out one to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her to hold on a second   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou grab some jam, a knife, and a plate and head back   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit down next to her, taking a cracker and showing how to spread out the jam  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes the cracker and bites into it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eooooooooohhhhhhhh  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esweet!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou make one for yourself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes the jar from you dumping on an excessive amount  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe eats it in one loud crunch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enoisy...food...huh, she says licking her fingers   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esure is  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets out what you think is a giggle, before pulling you close  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou finish the whole bag of crackers  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhen you go to brush off your shirt and toss the wrapper you hear a wet rapid licking sound   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eguess you're out of jam too  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eokay time to start getting ready for bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start the dishwasher and go back into check up on her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's sitting on the couch holding the now perfectly clean jam jar in her hands  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egood sweet goop!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edid.....you make?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smile and tell her no, rubbing the base of her antenna you take the jar from her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe probably has no clue what a grocery store is  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou think about taking her some time but the mental image of you having to explain to a store clerk why your girlfriend demolished the candy aisle makes you reconsider  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewait.....girlfriend?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou shake your head, there's a dull throbbing in your skull, what are you thinking? you just met her and besides, she's like a giant 5 year old you could never.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe a/c clicks on snapping you out of your thoughts  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's standing close to you now, for some reason you feel hot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eare you okay.......you......stopped  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou blink a few times and tell her you're fine  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou drop the jar in the recycling and ask her how she usually gets ready for bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh bed......I, she cocks her head, I don't really.....know  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI just find a nice place......and.....turn off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou ask if she needs to shower or brush her teeth or anything  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe shakes her head  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno....I keep myself nice and.......clean  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not sure how but you temper your curiosity  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits probably something you don't need to know right before going to sleep  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou go and take a shower, almost immediately you feel better and more clear-headed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe heat you felt earlier just seems to melt away under the water  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n Drying off and tossing on some pajamas you go to say goodnight  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's already curled up on the living room couch, it looks like she fished that jam jar out of the bin  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's holding it like a stuffed animal  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou shake your head and turn off the lights  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wake up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou honestly can't remember if you were having a bad dream or not  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou check the clock, 12:00 on the dot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edamn it's going to be tough getting up tomorrow  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethank god its Sunday  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewait, shit  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're going to have to miss church  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esuddenly your bedroom door rattles  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou stop and listen for a moment  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear what sounds like chewing just outside your room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour door starts to slowly open, the rapidly speeds up slamming against the wall and sending a shadowy figure swinging to the ground  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou turn on your bedside lamp and jump out of bed in a panic  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's her, it's just her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe gets to her feet, her wings twitching behind her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esorry about.....that  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI saw a spider on....your door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI'd thought I'd just......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI can't.......sleep  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a deep breath, you tell her it's fine  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou were having some trouble sleeping too  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her to stay put and you'll go get some water for her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wonder if she might need a bedtime story  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou walk back into your room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's in your bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take a few more deep breaths  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efuck it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hand her the water and chug your own in a single gulp  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel a little hot all of a sudden  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe opens her mandibles and daintily laps it up with her long dark tongue  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou lay on top of the covers next to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try and ignore how weird this all is  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe finishes her water and sets it down on the bedside table  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou ask if she could get the lights  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere's a struggle, you hear something fall to the floor with a clatter  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a cord pop out from a socket and the room goes dark  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooks like you'll need to explain how electric lights work too  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a few minutes you finally start to relax  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehey.....still awake?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooks like it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI just wanted to say thank you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethank you for putting up.....with me  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smile to yourself, you really can't get mad a my her even when she's.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou realize something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher voice, she's not pausing as much anymore it doesn't sound as forced  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou compliment her on the improvement  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel a buzz through the bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI've never talked this much....before  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit helps  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou close your eyes, you can't hold back anymore  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou drop the question  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"who are you?\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's quiet again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start feeling a bit embarrassed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're about to apologize when you feel the covers shift and a hand rest on your shoulder  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't see much but you know she's looking at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear her take a deep breath, it sounds a little like a soft whistle  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI was at my.......home since I was little  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI didn't move much then  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI.......remember it being dark a lot, and when it wasn't there were.........others  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethey were......big......shapes that would move around me  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand when they........left it would be dark again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebesides that I remember.......eating......growing...and not much else  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's hard to......explain but I didn't think...the same.....back then  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe pauses taking another breath, you feel her move a little closer  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas I grew things got......brighter  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI could move and sense things around me  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeverything started to feel clearer  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe big things stopped coming then  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI was confused......at first, I didn't know what I was doing or where I was  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit took me.......long time to even find a way out, and when I did I was too scared to take it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI started getting hungry, but there were these sliver things......cans  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eIt was faint but........I could smell them  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI would just crush them in my mouth, I had no idea what they were but they tasted soooo good  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand there was water too but.....but...b...  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to trail off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe tries to take another breath and you feel her body shudder  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're a little shocked, you've never heard her seem so lucid before  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear her start to talk again, but all that comes out is what sounds like a rough wheeze.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eworried you start to get up to see if she's okay but she lightly pushes you back down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esorry.....it..gets....hard.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sigh, relaxing a little  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou still have so many questions  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hit the remote to the overhead fan and crawl under the covers  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel her move a little, another one of her hands wraps around you, and you start to press up against her rough body  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's weird, and a little uncomfortable but you can't bring yourself to push her away  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a soft buzzing as you fall asleep  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wake up feeling sweaty and sore, you honestly feel kinda funny  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eweird dreams again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere's a little light coming through the blinds   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try to move to check the clock but something painfully tugs your hair  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou reach up to your head and feel a hard \"hand\" in your hair  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh right, you had a bedbug last night  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou carefully give her hand a few tugs   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit won't budge, the scales on her hands are like Velcro  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to stir, she tries to stretch nearly whacking your skull against the headboard  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stops startled, noticing you hanging off her hand  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets out what you think is an apologetic buzz and wiggles her hand a little  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits a little painful but you feel the grip loosening  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wonder just how much control over her body she has  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally you start to feel it come all the way out   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou give one last pull getting free and nearly fall off the bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe catches you pulls you back over to herself sneaking the two of you back, under the covers  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esorry about......that........my hands can.......grip.........pretty well  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou want to finish.......the.....story?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's waiting for a response but somethings off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel weird   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour whole body feels hot and the room feels uncomfortably stuffy  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe fan is still blowing but the air feels heavy it like it's getting hard to breathe  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou mumble something about needing some water and crawl out of bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit almost feels like you're drunk, as you stumble a bit before finding the door and making your way to the bathroom  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull out a dixie cup and down a few shots of tap water before taking a seat on the side of the tub  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't describe it, you don't feel sick just hot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a skittering sound and your impromptu roommate pops up beside you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou okay?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou do your best to tell her you're fine but she obviously knows somethings up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leans in her antenna brushing up against your cheek  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe moves back a little tilting her head from side to side  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smell.......nice  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou always smell good......but this is........different  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe leans back into you, forcing you to reach out for something to hold on to  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's practically sitting in your lap at this point  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe air in the small room starts to get stuffy as you feel that same heat from earlier  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's scanning you up and down with her antennae her movements starting to seem increasingly stiff and robotic  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eone of her sets of arms wraps around you causing the two of you to slide into the tub  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou barely manage to avoid hitting your head on anything  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eletting out a strained grunt to try and force her off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe tightens her hold on you pressing you into her hard lithe body   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou forgot how strong she could be  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou lay like that for some time staring into her huge emotionless eyes  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher mandibles opening and closing inches from your face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit feels like you're burning up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas calmly as possible you try and talk to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't get any response  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou ask if she could let you up for a minute  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou see her head shake a little but she doesn't let up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou grimace as you feel her claws start to dig into your back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith her free hands she starts pawing at your shirt   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou let out a gasp as her claws tear through the fabric cutting into your chest  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to get more and more animated her whole body twitching and jerking as she tears at your clothes   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou cry out for her to stop, she's practically mauling you at this point  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeven with the pain it's getting harder and harder to think, it's like you're trapped in some sort of fever dream   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel like you're almost.....excited  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ean increasingly loud tapping snaps you out of your trance  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking down in horror you see her stinger slam into the floor of the tub, her entire thorax curled up in a striking position  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit comes down again leaving behind strands of a sticky clear fluid  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's getting increasingly close to your crotch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egiving it your all you try one last time to break free  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a loud tearing sound you manage to pull your arm free, leaving most of your sleeve hanging from her exoskeleton  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou desperately grope around for something to grab onto   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou find one of the knobs and hold onto it, trying to pull yourself up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a metallic creak it turns in your hands sending down a cascade of cold water from the showerhead above  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe water seems to clear the air and you feel yourself start to cool off  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eusing your free hand you manage to pry the giant bug off your chest putting a few inches of space between the two of you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edisturbingly she doesn't even seem to notice, continuing to \"hump\" the floor of the tub  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit there transfixed by the freakish sight until finally, she starts to slow down   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith one final slow thrust her entire body shudders to a halt like some kind of huge wind-up toy coming to a halt  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eat this point you seriously don't know what to do  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eShe's clearly not well but your mind is screaming at you to run the hell out of there  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esuddenly she pokes her head up   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou get ready to bolt but she just stays there looking at you, water dripping down her face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes a minute looking around the room before turning back to you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edid....you fall?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe tries to stand up in the tub slipping in the water and landing on top of you with a splash   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel a sharp pain in your leg   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking down you see the end up her abdomen pressing into your thigh  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start to go numb  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esliding down into the tub the last thing you notice before closing your eyes is the strange oily sheen of the water  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wake up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou immediately wish you hadn't  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea combination of pain, numbness and that feeling you get when you take a bad nap hit you like a truck  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou lay there feeling like crap while your brain tries to catch up with whatever the hell is going on  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe last thing you remember was passing out in the bathroom after the giant wasp you let into your house tried to do \"something\" to you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enow you're......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewait where are you exactly  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's too dark to see much but you're definitely not in the bathtub anymore  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eon top of that you can't tell for sure but it almost feels like somethings on you, pressing you down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeven with how surreal this situation is you can't help but think that this is totally the part where the face-hugger comes in  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a little more time waiting for the feeling to come back to your limbs you try and wiggle yourself free  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou rub up against something soft bumping it over  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a light thud wherever you are collapses on your face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eblinking a few times to get used to the light you pull yourself out of the wreckage and try to get your bearings  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit looks like you've been sleeping in the giant wasp version of a pillow fort  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou really hope that newspaper scrubs out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egetting back to priorities, you realize you're buck naked save for some more paper mâché spread around your chest and arms with a particularly big clump on your leg  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh right....that's where she got you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eunable to fully stand you pull one of the fallen couch cushions under you and take a seat and stretch out your leg  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebracing yourself you gently pull back the makeshift bandage praying you aren't about to kill yourself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit stings but you manage to get a good look  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe wound is swollen and a little discolored but its more a small cut than the human hole punch you were afraid of  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe must have only gotten you with the tip, still, the fact such a little sting put you down is concerning in its own right  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeither way you feel slightly better now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003epressing the paper back down you relax a bit and look up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's right above your head   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know how long she's been there but you hope you aren't about to get a repeat of earlier  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etaking a deep breath you try and talk to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe words catch in your throat as you see her claws come out of the plaster and she starts to fall towards you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a buzz that shakes the room her wings fold out and she starts to fly  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's not exactly an elegant sight as she repeatedly rams into the wall as she lowers herself to the floor  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lands on top of you like a black and yellow battering ram sending you both sprawling out across the floor  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's all over you and for a second you think you're about to get shanked again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut as the buzzing dies down you realize she's saying something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyes yes yes yes yes yes  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe keeps repeating in a quiet strained voice as her hands run over your body poking and prodding you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enot dead.....not dead....not dead....not dead  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou reach out to try and calm her down but to your surprise, she recoils jumping off of you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI'm sorry so.......sorry....I...I..didn't mean...  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to pace around you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI don't....you were being so....close  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003estarted feeling weird  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efelt......good stopped..........thinking  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI didn't want to hurt you.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stops in front of you her nails digging into the hardwood floor  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhen I saw.....I thought....you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe doesn't continue, you can only imagine how many times she's run this through her head as she waited for you to wake up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecarefully you try and get to your feet  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou still feel like you've been on an all-day road trip but you're happy to move again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebracing yourself on a bookshelf you try to stretch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a few satisfying/concerning pops and cracks you stand up straight and walk over to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can tell she's nervous around you but you rest your hand on her shoulder keeping her steady  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's hard to wrap your head around all everything but you know none of this has been easy for her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e a few days ago she was living in a shack on a diet of half-cooked game meat and candy  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethen you just barged in and pulled her into your life in a world she had only ever known through old magazines and stolen newspapers  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou wrap your arms around her and tell her you're sorry for making her worry  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets out a confused buzz but she doesn't move away  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou stand there with her until she starts to relax her buzzing slowly fading out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel her arms slide around you and with a slight tug she pulls you off your feet   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe carries you over to the pile of pillows gently laying you down after setting up a little bed with her free hands  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe crouches down next to you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecan I get you anything  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're about to tell her you're fine when you realize how dry your throat is   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efeeling bad about asking anything of her you try and get up but she gently pushes back down wagging a finger at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou relent quietly asking for some water  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter some loud clattering she comes back with an entire pitcher proudly presenting it to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etoo thirsty to care you take it thanking her profusely  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou down half of it in a matter of seconds setting it down with a burp that makes both of you burst out laughing or \"happily vibrating\" in her case  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esettling down the two of you sit together on your little bed pile  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoutside the sun starts to set slowly filling the room with pinkish-orange light  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit there with her silently watching the day end   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eslowly you move up next to her taking one of her hands   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe looks down at you and before you know it you've pulled her into a kiss  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pull back blinking  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhat the hell did you just do  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eShe's staring at you her mandibles agape  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eslowly she reaches up to the spot where you kissed her   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit there stammering, trying desperately to think of something to say  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou never get the chance  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebefore you can even blink she has you in her arms holding you tightly to her hard chest  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethis time she's kissing you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher mandibles lock around your face pinching your cheeks, you feel her tongue enter your mouth  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits the strangest thing you've ever felt  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe way it feels, the way it moves, the way it tastes  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand it keeps coming, spreading across your own tongue and filling your mouth  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher grip starts to get tighter, you can feel the air being pressed out our you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou realize you can't breathe  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try and struggle but she's like a vice  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ejust as you start to panic she repeats loosening her grip and letting you fall back on the cushions  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou lay there gasping for air as she looms over you, saliva dripping down her mouthparts  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith every breath a familiar heat starts to enter your body  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can feel it in the air, that same strange humidity from this morning  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's coming from her, radiating off her body like a fine mist  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take a deep breath  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou want her more than anything in the world  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe slowly starts to lower herself over you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou let out a gasp as her cool exoskeleton presses against your exposed skin  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can hear her claws tear into the cushions around you as she pulls herself over you getting into position  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe chemical scent in the air grows stronger, you don't know how much longer you can just lay there  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas she adjusts her position the dark inner plating of her thighs starts to rub over your cock  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esmall stiff hairs teasing your increasingly sensitive tool  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher movements are stiff and slow, nothing like the manic energy you're used to from her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know if this is her way of staying in control of her own impulses but its starting to get to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally she brings her crotch down, your tip pressing into her smooth dark nether  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally giving in to your own impulses you wrap your arms around her and thrust into her depths  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eonly to have your cock slide up against her underbelly leaving a trail of warm pre  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003econfused you pull back and thrust again and again at where you know SOMETHING has to be  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe pheromones in the air robbing you of complex thought, you pull back and stare at her pleadingly letting out a pathetic whine  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe brings a finger to your lips, shushing you and gently pushing your head back down   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou swear you can hear her giggle as she starts to move again crawling up and over your prone body  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edazed, horny, and confused you start to look around, your addled mind trying and failing to get a grip on the situation  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally a tearing sound catches your attention and you look down between your legs  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyour heart skipping a beat as you see her abdomen pulling close, her stinger tearing through fabric as it nears your genitals  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try and scramble away but your back runs up against the rough stone of your fireplace  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esensing your panic she slows down bringing her lower set of arms down around your shoulders   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egently she starts to run her hands up and down your back, the tips of her claws lightly pressing into your muscles   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not sure what she's doing but she keeps at it, going up and down in smooth fluid motions you didn't even know she was capable of  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe starts to move up to your head her fingers gently gliding through your hair, massaging your scalp careful not to get her Velcro-like hairs tangled with your own  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebetween the increasing pheromone-filled air and the rhythmic massage your mind finally gives up and you relax into her arms desperately aroused yet oddly comfortable.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe caresses your head pressing you against her upper thighs, blocking out the rest of the room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel something press up against your cock and starts to slowly slide up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esomething wet starts to drip down your shaft  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit stops at your tip lightly pressing down on it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a loud schlick you enter her for the first time.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher whole body goes rigid, you let out a gasp as her thighs clamp around your head  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel the muscles in her abdomen tighten as well trapping you in place from both ends  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher insides felt alien, it was an almost cold sensation broken up by small waves of warm sticky liquid that left your skin tingling  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe begins to push down on you sliding you both off the wall and down into the covers, her smooth null \"crotch\" rubbing against your face as your cock continues to throb helplessly inside her.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher body starts to tremble, the walls of her abdomen pulling even tighter around your member  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a few seconds she relaxes and you feel her move above you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can hear something pierce the fabric around you and she stiffens as if to brace herself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethen she starts to vibrate  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits almost gentle at first, a smooth buzz running through both your bodies  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe keeps it going, getting more and more intense  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can feel your body start to protest as the room itself starts to shake  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe vibrations start to travel down her body into her abdomen   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou let out a stammering gasp any discomfort forgotten  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher walls squeeze and pulse around your cock, while the vibrations rock you to your core  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou start to moan, the vibrations turning it into a long drawn out sigh  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't know if your body can even take all this but you're well beyond caring at this point  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewith a massive jolt that causes you to nearly scream out in.....well you couldn't even say, her body hits you with the biggest wave yet before going still  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas the last of the vibrations run their course you start to climax   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit goes on for what seems like forever a warm low pulse that sends everything you have into her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas it finally ends and you lay there panting you realize all you can feel is relief  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"Police this morning have reported yet another.....\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eYou wake up to the tv blaring and something hard jabbing you in the side.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshielding your eyes from the sunlight now streaming in through the windows you fumble around eventually pulling the remote out from under you and hitting the mute button  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou flop back down only and turn away from the windows trying to get some more sleep  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etwo massive compound eyes are looking right at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh yeah you two........  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh shit what the hell did you do!?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou turn back over in a cold sweat  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eholy crap what the hell is wrong with you? You damn pervert  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou just met her! You don't know how old she is, her name, or even where she's from!   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehell you practically dragged her from her home and now you're.....she's not even.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a soft munching sound  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eglancing over you see her gently chewing on your hair, sticky drool dripping onto the cushions  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ereaching back you take one of her hands  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esome small voice is still trying to tell you this is all wrong but you can't deny you feel something for her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou relax closing your eyes, drifting off to the feeling of her playing with your hair  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou know it's silly but you quietly pray this can last just a little longer.   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eokay you're starting to get restless now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e slowly and carefully you slide out and away from your bedmates grasp  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003echecking to see if you woke her or not you wave your hand in front of her face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe gives a cute little twitch but otherwise doesn't react, last night must have taken a lot out of her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand yourself you realize all too late as you try and get up, nearly falling over as what seems like every joint in your body tries to give up on you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking around you spot the miraculously still upright water Picher  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou chug the remainder of the lukewarm water and take a quick breather before pushing yourself up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elimping to the kitchen you wipe the remaining sleep from your eyes and try to put some breakfast together  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter looking around for a bit you give up on making anything fancy and grab a pot and some oatmeal  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea few moments later and you have some hastily cooked \"porridge\" complete with two very large scoops of cinnamon sugar minus the cinnamon along with two tall glasses of tap water  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou promise yourself that you'll cook her a real meal next time and make your way back to your little love nest  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's sitting up now doing something with her.....oh..ohhh  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eblushing you set the food down on the coffee table not sure what to say  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efor once much to your surprise she doesn't immediately pounce on you or the food, seemingly content with.....exploring her body  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou can't help but watch as she runs her hands over her \"vagina\" letting out a happy buzz each time a finger slides inside  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emoving a bit closer she finally notices you   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"you knooooow what's weird?\" She asks without even looking up  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"I didn't even know what this felt like until now\"   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esuddenly she's on her feet and right up in your face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\" and then there's this thing,\" she says as you feel a long, slick, wet claw glide around the base of your rapidly hardening member  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eoh yeah pants, you knew you were forgetting something.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe brings her face close, spreading open her mandibles and letting her unnaturally long tongue slide out  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe flared tip presses against your lips its hairs tickling your nose  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou close your eyes and go in for a kiss   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"WHAT IS THAT!?\"   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou jump in surprise, as you quickly come back to reality  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's standing over her breakfast any lewd advances completely forgotten in the face of food  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou tell her it's all hers and start to try and explain what oatmeal is but she's already sticking her entire face into the bowl  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas the wet sound of rapidly disappearing oatmeal fills the room you quietly excuse yourself to go get ready for the day  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esheepishly covering up your fading erection, embarrassed both at being beaten out by a bowl of oats and at your increasingly romantic feelings towards your houseguest, you make your way back to your room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efalling into your bed you look up at the ceiling  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou stretch yourself out over the mattress trying to work a little of the soreness out of your bug battered body  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a buzzing sound next to you and for once it's not a giant wasp  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edigging through your sheets you find your work phone vibrating   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eits Monday  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e you were supposed to open up today  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking at the time you see its nearly noon  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etrying to ignore the pit in your stomach you answer  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally dude, what the heck?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI've been calling you all morning!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eembarrassed to the extreme now you think of an excuse the best you can  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eSteve I'm so sorry, I came down with something yesterday and I've been pretty much bedridden since  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI'm sorry I didn't call you sooner   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere's a brief moment of silence  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewell shit, you picked the perfect day for it.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehuh? Why what's going on?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe police were here when I showed up, they have the whole parking lot shut down.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou sit up surprised  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhat happened?! Are we in trouble?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno but I think the front of our store is evidence right now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's hard to tell what's going on since they won't let me close but it looks like a bad accident or something  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand while they won't say much I have a feeling the cops are going to be here for a bit  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're not sure whether to be relieved or worried but there is some minor relief in knowing you won't be a bother to your co-workers today  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eanyway I've already given the others a call and told them not to come in today, you rest up and get better  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ehopefully this will all blow over by tomorrow  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou say your goodbyes and hang up, still not sure how to feel about all this  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou hear a skittering sound and look up, your door is open  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe bed shakes a something lands behind you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou get yoinked into a bug hug and fall back onto the bed, a happy buzzing filling the room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebefore you can say anything she slides something warm into your lap  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI saved you some  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking down at the half-empty bowl of oatmeal you smile reaching around to hold one of her now very sticky hands   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have a lot to do today  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lets you up to finish your breakfast, moving around on the bed until she's sprawled out next to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try and turn away from her as you eat in a halfhearted attempt at modesty  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enot wanting to be rude you try and think of something to talk about only to be quickly distracted by a soft clacking sound  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eturning back you see she's started to \"clean\" herself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eslowly running her hands through her mouthparts over and over again while she licks off the last of the sticky residue  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou find it oddly mesmerizing  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're watching something that a few days ago you couldn't have even dreamed of  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eblushing at the strange sight, you pull your eyes away and try to focus on your food  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher body is just so strange, so mechanical. It's not flexible it's not maneuverable, it's not expressive, it's not......human   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut still there's a mind behind those large blank eyes that moves it so effortlessly and with such grace that you.....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethere's a tap on your shoulder and you hear a quiet voice  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003euh....a little help, please  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou jump up and turn around using the now-empty bowl to cover up your \"goods\"   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's laying at a weird angle her three free hands covering up her face  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe points down to her legs where her spikes and claws have gotten hopelessly tangled in the sheets   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you burst out laughing she lets out a little cry and tries to roll away only serving to turn her into a bug burrito  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit's not funny she pouts in a crackly voice as you sit down and start to unravel her still chuckling to yourself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit was a good morning  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter the two of you finish your breakfast shenanigans you finally go about getting your day started  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have your clothes on, washed your face, took some generic acetaminophen, and put up the dirty dishes.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're ready to be a functioning member of society  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enow to see if you can help a giant wasp lady do the same  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe two of you spend some time cleaning up after yourselves, washing the sheets, and getting to work on the mess in the living room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe seems almost sad when you start to disassemble the collapsed pillow fort  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit was a good little nest, she says watching as you sort out the damaged and soggy cushions   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou finish and she picks up the huge stack and starts to carry it back to the laundry room  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe turns back to you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e I'll make an even better one next time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eOnce that's all wrapped up for the time being you reach the most difficult chore of the day  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egrocery shopping  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhich means leaving her here alone  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a quick break for drinks you take her by the hand and lead her around the house   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethis time showing her everything, doing your best to make her feel at home  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esatisfied, you head to the door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you're about to leave you stop and look her in the eyes  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter an awkward pause you tell her you need to get something off your chest  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elisten, I've loved having you here the past few days but I realize this was all kind of sudden  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI just sort of pulled you into my home without asking you permission and I wanted to say sorry for that  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eif you ever feel uncomfortable, or homesick please tell me and I'll do whatever I can to get you back  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eI don't want you to feel trapped here   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter another awkward silence she leans in, pinching your nose with the tips of her mandibles  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eonce its clear you got the message she relents pulling you into a bear(bug?) hug  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou've done so much for me you silly little pink thing and I've been such a.......bother, she says glancing back at her stinger  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eanyone else.....look....just don't start saying stuff like that ok?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou plant a kiss in between her inner eyes and apologize  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe slowly lets you back down  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou know if either of you exchanges any more sappy lines you'll spend the rest of the day laying around cuddling  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eand as appealing as that sounds you do need to eat some real food  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou look her in the eyes and promise her you'll be back as soon as possible before walking out the door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou pause a moment in the driveway taking in the dismal state of your car door  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou get in and take a (thankfully) dry seat, starting the car and pulling down the driveway  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou see her in the window as you pull out onto the street, you give her a wave as you drive off.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe fresh air flowing in as you drive perks you up a bit  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you pull onto the main road it occurs to you you've been feeling a little foggy today you just haven't really noticed it  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea side effect of whatever your \"nestmate\" was pumping out into the air yesterday maybe  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou push it from your mind and try to focus on the road but your thoughts keep drifting back to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewas it okay to leave her all alone I mean......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eNo, you have to stop thinking like that  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe can be a little off sure, but she's not stupid and she's not just some wild animal  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou know she can take care of herself  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have nothing to worry about.......  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe stands there watching as his car disappears from view  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe house is quiet, she is alone again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit is a strange feeling, the sudden lack of stimulation after days of insanity  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea small part of her realizes she hasn't moved in quite some time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher thoughts slowly dim as she stands there, fixated on the road below  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003esomething moves next to her breaking the trace, a large roach making its way down the wall  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003einstinctively, a hand juts out crushing the bug with a wet pop  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe hastily scarfs the roach down licking her hand clean  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter a nice stretch she looks around still coming out of her daze  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eA small digital clock sitting near a box full of old travel supplies shows the time  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe grabs her antennae in frustration, she had been standing there for nearly two hours  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe rushes into the other room trying to get her mind going again  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe paces around the living room cursing her own lack of focus  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea few days with another living creature and already falling into passivity and instinct  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"ooookaaaay okayyyy\" she says out loud, stretching out the words to flex her throat muscles.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"stay........focused....  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egrabbing the remote she flicks on the t.v. and starts going through channels  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003estruggling to hold onto the smooth plastic, she accidentally digs a claw into one of the rubber buttons and down into the plastic below with a crunch  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe tv pops to a strange station, a nearly blank blue screen with a small black box in the middle  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"oh.....shit\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efearing the worst she frees her digit as carefully and non destructively as possible and runs over to the small television  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"work....don't break....oh please......don't break\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecautiously she tries pressing a few buttons, inadvertently turning up the volume  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\"oh!\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit was a music station  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas the room filled with the soft music of instruments she had no names for, her panic subsided  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eplacing the remote down, she crawls onto the couch contemplating her situation  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe lays there listening to the tune  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's different than the music she used to listen to in her home, more complex and melodious   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit gives her something to think about something to keep her mind going  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit feels so odd living like this. So relaxed and unburdened by the outside world   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit would be so easy to lose it all, the skills she spent her whole life learning,  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eto let it all go and fall back onto instinct   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut no, she has never fully understood what she is but she knows that passivity does not suit her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe has the beginnings of a real life now, a life with another living thinking creature  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher whole conscious existence she has forced herself to be better, the pressure of survival and isolation pushing her to find something better  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003enow that she has it she will not let complacency overtake her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe holds a up a hand, the afternoon sun making the chitinous pads on her palm seem almost translucent   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe still had so much to learn, about herself and the outside world   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eso no she would not stop here  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe would keep reading, keep practicing speech, keep learning, keep advancing   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe would make this new life work, she would not be a burden to her savior, she would go to bed each night pressed against his warm soft body knowing all was right In the world  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ea name, her mandibles twitched as she flexed her \"vocal chords\" I need a name  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eit was weird going back to the \"real world\" after the pure insanity of the past few days  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elooking around at a red light you see people, human people going about their day  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eno giant bug monsters, no near-death experiences, just the regular sights and sounds you've known you're whole life  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you drive on, you try to keep your mind off of just how insane your life is now  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eout of the house and away from it all it almost seems silly now, like some crazy fever dream  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003elike you'll get home and it'll all be back to normal, your sofa will be in one piece, your walls won't be covered in paper mache, and there won't be a makeshift bandage wrapped around your leg  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou'll eat dinner, go to bed, and go to work in the morning the exact same way you've done for the past six years  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou take a turn into the grocery store parking lot  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut no here you are going shopping for two, a very sweet, very strange girl waiting for you at home  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smile to yourself as you park the car  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethinking about her is almost addicting, her smooth cool body pressing against you, the cute clicking sounds she makes when she messes up trying to talk, that little glint her eyes get when the light is just right...  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ereally, despite everything you just can't help but feel like you're the luckiest guy on earth  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eokay, crackers   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003echeck  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ecanned salmon   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003echeck   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeggs   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003echeck  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003emilk  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003echeck  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou go down your shopping list as you push your cart up to the cashier   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou have tonight's dinner all planned out and have a pretty good idea of what the meal plan for the rest of the week is going to be  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethat poor girl isn't going to live off raw meat and old candy on your watch!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eafter checking out you go out to your car optimistic for the evening ahead   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhile loading up the cooler in your trunk you momentarily consider what state your house will be in when you get back but you decide it really doesn't matter at this point anyway   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou're in this for the long haul and you're going to need to learn how to roll with the punches   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003estill, on the way home you stop in at the hardware store and spend about an hour grabbing all the essentials for basic home repairs and upkeep   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas well as some more esoteric items that might come in handy later  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003efinally you pull back up your driveway almost a full hour later  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003etraffic had been horrendous getting home, it seemed nearly every major road to your house had a wreck and a small army of cops running around   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ebut hey you made it back and you're about to cook a beautiful woman the best meal of her life!  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhat could possibly go wrong?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egrabbing as many of the bags as you can in one go you carefully unlock the door and step inside   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ethe house is dark and the living room tv is on some kind of classical music channel   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou flick on the lights as you head to the kitchen, surprisingly the house seems completely untouched   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou weren't expecting her to trash the place but with how excited she seemed you thought she'd at least go exploring   \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ein fact you can't find her at all as you peek around the house on your way back to the car  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003egetting the rest of the groceries to the kitchen and locking up you notice the door to your room is open a crack and go peek in  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's curled up peacefully in your bed several books wrapped up in the sheets  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003earound her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou slowly open the door and tip to up next to her  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e it's nearly pitch black in your room, the only light coming from the half-open door and a what little can escape the blackout curtains  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003edespite that however her body seems to have a soft shine to it as you kneel down next to the bed  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eas you try to bring yourself to wake her up one of her hands lifts from the bed and softly caresses your cheek  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeven as her head lies still you can feel the attention of her eyes shift to you as she draws your head into her arms  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewelcome home....I missed you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eShe hovers around you while you work to get dinner started, trilling excitedly as she sticks her head over your shoulder.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eYou run a hand over one of her mandibles as you reach for some oil causing her to playfully nip at you  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\" what are we…..eating? s..something sweet?\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\" you'll see, and I can almost guarantee it's nothing you've seen before.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe rubs her hands together looking over the bowls and ingredients.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ezzzzzz, she picks up the box of crackers, “not candy…\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou smile and shoo her away telling her you'll let her know when it's done.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe takes one last “sniff\" of the box before slowly backing out of the kitchen.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou feel her staring at you behind your back, her antenna just peeking out from behind the door frame.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou don't think she takes her eyes off you the whole time she's there. With each new ingredient, you prepare you can hear her creep back into the room desperate for a peek or a taste.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eeventually you hear the door shut and the sound of claws on wood. You don't see her again until after you start frying when she pokes her head in and asks where the towels are before quickly scurrying away.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou try to ignore the implications of that question and finish up, getting the food onto a plate and padding off the excess oil with some paper towels.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003ewhile the main course cools you chop some broccoli and drop it in a bowl with some butter and water before covering it and sliding it into the microwave.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eonce you have everything ready you walk through the door food in hand to what will hopefully be a grateful wasp woman “dinner is served!\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eshe's already at the table when you come out, sitting perfectly straight and still, a very wet-looking towel wrapped around her face.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eyou rest the food on the table, trying to figure out what she's doing.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\" uhhh, you hungry?\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003eher whole-body twitches and tenses up, the towel slides down, revealing a cascade of drool dripping down her mouth bits  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n \\\u003e\" YES\"  \n\n\\\u003eseeing she's about to burst you waste no time in filling  \n  \n  \n  \n a plate for her before she decides to scarf down everything in sight\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eyou try to warn her to wait and let it all cool, but  \n  \n  \n  \n it's a lost cause as she's already tearing into two of the croquettes at once  \n  \n  \n  \n seemingly oblivious to the heat\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eafter polishing off the salmon patties she quickly turns  \n  \n  \n  \n to the broccoli, pausing for a moment to examine a piece before chomping down  \n  \n  \n  \n and finishing off the rest of her plate.\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eafter a second of licking the plate clean, she seems to  \n  \n  \n  \n realize she's out of food and slowly turns to you, face covered in fish and  \n  \n  \n  \n broccoli bits\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eyou assume she's trying to give you the wasp version of  \n  \n  \n  \n puppy dog eyes\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eyou pass her the serving plate and decide to take this  \n  \n  \n  \n brief lull in the violent consumption of food to try and suggest she slow down  \n  \n  \n  \n a bit and maybe try some hot sauce or tartar sauce with her meal\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eafter wordlessly watching you demonstrate it she seems  \n  \n  \n  \n to grasp the concept but the part about slowing down doesn't seem to connect,  \n  \n  \n  \n as she quickly goes back to chowing down after trying the condiments you set  \n  \n  \n  \n out for her\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eby the time you're done with your plate she's just about  \n  \n  \n  \n cleared off the table, finally sitting back and flexing her wings out behind  \n  \n  \n  \n her\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003e\" all good?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eafter a few moments of weakly twisting her hands she  \n  \n  \n  \n around she managers to give a thumbs up, whatever mechanism that allows her to  \n  \n  \n  \n speak apparently inoperable in the face of all the food she just vacuumed up\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eyou smile, deciding maybe its best to hold off on  \n  \n  \n  \n dessert for now\n\n  \n  \n\n\\\u003eyou offer a hand to help her up and the two of you move  \n  \n  \n  \n to the living room her whole body appearing to deflate as she gets comfy next  \n  \n  \n  \n to you on the couch\n\n  \n  \n\\\u003ewith a single scrape of her hand she sides all the food  \n  \n  \n  \n stuck to her face into her waiting mouth, her mandibles snapping shut with a  \n  \n  \n  \n satisfying clack  \n  \n\n\\\u003e\"that…….was great\"\n\n\\\u003eYour over stuffed companion doesn't hesitate to take advantage of the moment, her arms draping around you almost as if she's about to hoist herself up on top of you\n\n\\\u003eYou shift slightly just before she can really dig her claws in\n\n\\\u003e\"So, what would you like to do now?\" You ask in an attempt to stave off a completely immobilizing cuddling session for a few more moments\n\n\\\u003eit's her turn to pause, her head lifting from your shoulder\n\n\\\u003eafter a few moments of silent contemplation she abruptly let's herself slide facefirst into your lap, her whole body twisting to get comfortable\n\n\\\u003e\"Outside?\" She says as if asking a question, her voice sounding half asleep as she stretches out over both you and the already abused sofa\n\n\\\u003e\"You want to go out?\" You ask, trying not to sound too concerned.\n\n\\\u003e\"Like go for a walk or something? I mean we definitely could but-\"\n\n\\\u003eOne of her hands brushes against you cheek, still smelling faintly of fried fish\n\n\\\u003e\"No no, dark soon go then.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't worry, it'll be.....fun\"\n\n\\\u003eher body goes still after that last, somewhat ominous, remark, the sudden silence in the room already beginning to make you feel unsure of what to do next\n\n\\\u003eyou're happy she seems to be getting better at speaking at such a rapid pace but you wonder how much of the English language she actually understands\n\n\\\u003eyou're not entirely sure if she's asleep or not but you're already at this point where it feels wrong to break the silence\n\n\\\u003eshe's laying over you, her body still as a statue, her abdomen sticking out into the air like some armored balloon\n\n\\\u003eyou wonder just how warped your mind has become when you realize that the only thing in your head at that moment is just how lucky you are to have such a beautiful woman in your life.\n\n\\\u003eslowly, you rest your hand on the end of her thorax, her wings fluttering ever so slightly as flesh meets exoskeleton\n\n\\\u003eYou've always been the kind of person who could never sit still for long after a meal, but now you probably could have sat there all night, feeling the warm life pusling beneath your lovers hard shell as the light dimmed outside\n\n\\\u003eits not long before you find yourself laying back, eyes drifting shut as you relaxed under her light weight form\n\n\\\u003eit wasn't exactly the most comfortable position but the idea of moving now was more alien to you than the girl in you lap had ever been\n\n\\\u003ethe hardest part is resiting the urge to cuddle her head, not wanting to disturb the sensitive antenna swaying atop it\n\n\\\u003eas you sit there drifting off with her you realize you can hear something, a soft sort of grinding going on around you\n\n\\\u003eyou try and focus on it as you flutter in and out of consciousness but by now you're too far gone\n\n\\\u003eyour last thought before you finally drift off to sleep is that it makes wonderful white noise"}