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The soldier lies on the ground, her back upon the soft grasses and bedding of moss and leaves that line the floral forest floor. Straddling atop her is Tik Tik. The kobold peppers kisses all along her thorax, leaving no spot untouched by her probing mouth, tongue, and digits.

The forager watches this display, her fingers twitching, her eyes shimmering, her mouth open as hot breaths emerge.

"So, are you your own person?"

The beetle's words cross the forager's consciousness. She glances over at him, standing as tall as she can, two hands over her chest and two on her hips. "Does that matter?"

"Maybe," Cynwrig says, catching the erotic scene of the kobold and the soldier, "or maybe it doesn't. I'm curious if I should be as pissed off at you as the soldier."

"Just like I should be as pissed off at you as I am at the kobold?" the forager retorts.

"I've met your kind before," Cynwrig says. "They took away my home for their own, and the way they worked in unison was like they were all parts of a greater body. Do... you recognize me."

The forager frowns at that. "Should I?"

"Eeeah!?"

The two bugs spin around to watch the kobold and the soldier. Tik Tik is up on top of the bee. The kobold's tail delves into the bee's nethers, pumping quickly and sustainably.

The soldier's antennae stand on end, her compound eyes shimmering and swaying, all four hands gripping the ground as her body gyrates against the stimulation.

"Very excitable, yes, yes," Tik Tik teases. "Must not have much experience."

The forager bites her lip, rubbing her arm.

Cynwrig nods. "Tik Tik is something else. I've never met anyone quite like her, even out in the great big world beyond the insect kingdoms."

The forager steps forward, grabbing one hand of the beetle guardian.

Cynwrig blanches. "W-what are you doing?"

"Sorry, but I can't help it. If... if she can do it, I can too!"

With surprising strength, the bee pushes the beetle to the ground, his body making a slight "flumping" sound as it hits the forest bed.

Four hands grab four wrists, and a striped body sits upon the blue iridescence of another. A face comes up to face as large unblinking eyes stare into the same sort of eyes. "Are you like Tik Tik?" The bee asks.

"I... don't understand," Cynwrig says.

The forager's antennae dance and tickle around, brushing up against the beetle's. Cynwrig shudders, pushing his hips upwards against the straddling lady. Even though he tries to hide it, he cannot anymore, and his smallish manhood pokes out at the forager's unused sex.

"You've done this before, haven't you? Like she has?"

The kobold has rolled to the ground, arms wrapped around the soldier's chest. Her legs wrapped around her legs, her tail thrusting in and out at a feverish pace, the soldier gasping and bumping along the penetrative act, her long tongue dangling out.

"Ah, well, no-not quite like that," Cynwrig admits. "I kinda, uh, well, am not that lucky or skilled."

"No?" the forager asks, her antennae drooping.

Cynwrig takes a deep breath, his antennae raising up, rubbing against hers. "N-no, not quite. I... I'm not a strong man, and I'm weak, and I'm passive. That's what that queen liked about me. That's why I resent my weakness."

The forager lets go of his arms, his hands placed upon his shoulders and chest. "Why are you worried about your weakness? Each has strengths and weaknesses; no drone would ever fight as you have."

"W... what's a, ah... Oh...!"

His concentration is broken when she wiggles her abdomen enough to allow him to enter her. She sighs, her wings fluttering in a buzz, rocking her hips, letting him delve deeper into her. Her legs are heavy as they are weighted down by the nectar baskets, leaving Cynwrig pinned entirely. He grasps her sides and shoulders, keeping their antennae locked, rubbing and probing around each other as their bodies connect in ways they never experienced before.

The soldier is down on her knees, her cheek against the ground, rubbing against it as Tik Tik, now behind her, thrusts her fingers, wriggling and spreading digits through the sloppy mess between her legs, watching the two in their more intimate dance.

The kobold giggles, sighing in contentment as the bee's body constricts and contracts around her fingers. The soldier collapses in an orgasmic trance onto the ground.

While licking between her fingers, the kobold sits back and glances toward Eshere. "Get that all down so far?"

The slime scribbles upon her paper, using extra appendages to hold and turn pages as she records every detail with great speed and perfect accuracy.

"I can't tell what they're saying. The buzzing is not quite in my vocabulary, but the way the two look is just... well."

"Bee-utiful?" Tik Tik asks. She holds out her fingers. "Here, Eshere. Maybe taste and can learn more."

"Thank you, Miss Tik," The slime says, "But I need a more personal touch.

Tik Tik licks her fingers, slurping the sex off them as she watches Cynwrig and the forager cuddlefuck their way towards a new friendship. "We may have to find you another bee," the wizard says. "Both are already occupied and used up, hehe."

From under the kobold, a segmented arm raises up, the soldier bee trembling as she points toward the top of the foliage toward the canopy of the floral forest. "T... there..." she lets out before she collapses in a blissful stupor, her chest rising and falling, the once extended hand resting languidly upon her thorax.

"There?" Tik Tik asks, standing and covering her brow with her hand. Through the shade of the trees and her fingers, the kobold gazes towards the sun-warmed plants, waving peacefully on a pleasant day. "Ah, yes, there! Eshere! There bee!"

A yellow head pokes out from the flower's petals, gazing down with an almost sylvan attitude towards these newcomers.