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“We’ve done it, Girard. We’ve captured one, FINALLY”

“Will you calm yourself? Your jittering will knock something over again. You still have no wing awareness, you clumsy albatross.”

The hovering cricket frowned. “Well, it was you that said if I cannot sing, then at least you can make me fly.”

“Yes, and I should have asked my old friend the Sparrow to give you some flying lessons, but you know what they say about old flames, sometimes the hearth is more friendly when it's just left cold and not rekindled. Besides, It can’t be that hard if birds can do it, they are clumsy feathery buffons, just ---”

The mantis reached out to place two limbs on the hovering cricket’s shoulders. “Sit. Still.”

“R-Right. Sorry Girard.”

“And stop apologizing, will you? Let me enjoy my lunch?”

“Sure, Sure. What can I do?”

“You didn’t bring anything to eat, again? If this is your subtle way of asking for a raise, it won’t work.”

“N-No, no, I’m just having a hard time holding anything down these days.”

The Mantis dropped his chopsticks into his bento box and narrowed his eyes at the Augmented Cricket who looked forlorn sitting on the swivel stool, bored and listless.

“Seraphym. Look at me.”

Big cricket eyes looked up and the wings fluttered - buzzed anxiously. Girard leaned closer into the other insect’s face. “Yep. You haven’t been sleeping.”

“The dreams keep coming back, okay!”

“And yet you can never tell me about these dreams, what do you expect me to do about this problem if you don’t give me all the information so I can help you?”

“I don’t know.” Seraphym muttered pathetically. “I’ll just go check on the specimen or something, while you enjoy your lunch.” he hovered off the stool and fluttered on his wings into Exam Room A - where the captured Honey Bee Drone was kept under sedation.

“Look at you, sleeping so peacefully. Not a care in the world. You don’t have to worry about a Hunger that you can’t satisfy or a hunting Shade that infects your dreams and your mind with an unholy craving for … dark … sinister things.”

Seraphym glanced at the sedated drone and ran a hand over its soft abdomen then the thin but sensitive wings. He looked between the legs and saw a sharp, potent stinger there. And something tightened in his chest. “You are no Drone. Are you? Mi’lady? It will only be a matter of time before your friends come looking for you. If not the Queen herself. That would be the ultimate pay load wouldn’t it…”

“What are you up to here, all alone, Surf-n-turf?”

The Moth/Cricket hybrid looked in the direction of the Sardine-Drider. “You aren’t thinking anything of the tampering variety are you?”

“No, of course not.”

“You want a share of my lunch? Fresh grubs - just delivered from Grubbiez. I even got some brine cola as well, with extra fizz.”

“No, no, Gordon I’m fine, thanks.”

“You sure? You look a little … green and I live in a bowl of algae most of the time, so I know what I am talking about.”

“No! I’m fine. Just everyone stop offering me food, I’m NOT hungry for food, okay?”:

“Then what are you hungry for there, Surftown?”

“Stop doing that. My name is Seraphym, okay, not surfyboy or surf turf or anything like that. It isn’t that hard to say. Sehr- ah- ffff- im. Like the angelic order, but spelled with a ‘y’ because my parents are hipsters and had a sense of whimsy.”

Spooning a spoonful of wriggling grubbies into his bowl with one of his drider arms, he swam around to eat all of them as they fell. “Sure, sure, whatever you say..”

“Hey you underwent one of Girard’s procedures didn’t you?”

“Yup, sure did.”

“You didn’t have any … side effects to the treatment after it all, did you?”

“Side effects like what?”

“Oh you know around … appetite and all that?”

Before the Sardine Drider could answer, Mantis entered the room. “Well how is our specimen doing?” he asked, snapping on a latex mit over his limbs.

“Oh uhm, vitals look good, I think…” Seraphym said. And turned to tap the console that brought up the holographic display of the specimen’s vitals.

Moving into Seraphym’s space, the Mantis looked over the readings over his shoulder, “They do look good, very stable and strong.”

“Yeah, like I said.”

Girard looked down at Seraphym with a strange expression on his face, “So you said.” he repeated. And then without warning, he injected the hybrid with a syringe right into his spine - immobilizing not only him but his wings so they didn't fly off without him - like last time.

“Oh no… not … again… Girard … what … is happening…” Seraphym’s voice came out in slow motion as he fell backward into the Mantis.

Cold, emotionless, stoic eyes stared into the drowsy face of the fallen subject, as his eyes closed slowly - the last thing he saw before darkness overcame him - was Girard’s face. It should have made him feel safe, and secure, but it didn't. He felt this sense of dread and danger grip him with icy talons - his breath - fought to whisper one more time, “Please…”

And his body twitched and flopped in Girard’s arms. “Clear the drone out of here. Put a tracker in it and then release it back into the wild and monitor the readings for as long as you can. Give me some time with my other specimen here.”

Gordon put his lunch aside and did what he was told, injecting the tracker into the unconscious Bee, before lifting her to a gurney to guide her out of the exam room. The Mantis put Seraphym on the exam table and immediately undressed him - “You’ve been such a good host, but now I need to drain you out. This won’t hurt a bit, and then you’ll have your regular appetite back.” He said as he mounted the cricket and stuck his ovipositor inside of him to retrieve the eggs he’d put in there previously and then ejaculated them into a saline medium to keep the fertilization process going.

Once he got every egg out, he looked down at the cricket’s prone body and swore under his breath, before shoving himself in him again - this time for his own pleasure and need. “You’ve been full for days - such a good host. You won’t mind if I take the edge off of myself just a little, right?” he pressed into him again and again, the soft chittering noises as the pleasure mounted. And the carnivorous drive to devour him rose as well. But right as he reached his apex, Gordon returned. The sloshing water of his fish tank head announced his presence.

“Did you extract all the eggs at least?” he drawled as he walked closer on his lanky, drider limbs. The Mantis - impaled deep inside the cricket’s hole, turned his head “Uh yeah, they are there in the saline… uh.. There, just take them. I’m almost finished here.”

“Right.” Gordon scooped up the saline pouch and sashayed his way out with a whistle rippling the water of his bowl like a fault line ovation to his song. And Girard watched his big ass leave the room with a groan as he thrust into the prone cricket under him - eyes still watching the retreating drider, until he was out of eyesight and then the Mantis bent low and exhaled a hot breath over the Cricket’s neck, “I just pumped another load in you - you don’t mind starving for a little while longer do you. I promise it will be worth it. “ The Mantis groaned a low sound as he pushed his eggs into the host again, sighing in pleasure as they popped out of his ovipositor one by one in the milky solution of his cum.

Gordon returned. “You put another batch in him didn’t you?”

“I had to, I was too pent up. It was time. You got it in you to fertilize ?”

“Not right now. Let him carry a sterile batch for a few nights. I’m curious what sort of visions and dreams it will give him, especially in his depleted state. You know he’s not eating right?”

“There’s a few vials of carbo-protein solution in the fridge, inject him once I’m done here, Ah… I have so many … still going, are you sure you want such a large batch to remain sterile?”

Gordon watched the stomach distend as it filled and filled with eggs. “You should have filled the drone with that load, but instead you had me ejaculate the last of my venom sacs into her. “That nectar better be worth it. Those drones are harder and harder to find.”

Girard just groaned again as he pumped his hips, “Spirits above, had I known I was ovulating I would have … unnghh.. Ahh…” he cried out, bearing down and thrusting, pushing what felt like a very large egg into the mothcricket, Gordon made a chittering noise. “Holy Boston Terrier, Girard … Hang on … let me … see what I got here…”

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“Finding the BotanTist will be worth it, Gordon, Trust me.” Girard said after he’d finished ejaculating eggs into Seraphym who was still on the exam table, his cloaca maw oozy and wet and blocked with freshly ejaculated eggs.”

“The BotanTist is a legend, a myth, a fairy tale. And these drones we find are just bees. Nectar Drones aren’t real. Girard. It’s time you stop wasting our time, money and other resources on this pipe dream.”

“Bet Grayskin will know a thing or two about this.”

“Good luck finding him. He moved out of that hovel grotto with the last tide, Rumor has it he found a cute little hamster that he’s shacking up with now. She wooed him away with talk of shiny shells and fresh pellets.”

“Great, just when I need him to be a solitary shut-in shell lord monitoring the surveillance channels, he goes and starts thinking with his procreation stick, most unhelpful.” Girard sighed.

“That drone had our last tracker by the way. If she doesn’t lead us to where the Nectar Drone Hive is, then we will have to explore another tactic, or just give up.”

Leaning forward, “You are just full of good news tonight aren't you, Gordon? Tell me something good, or I may just find myself in the mood for a drider sandwich!”

Gordon swirled in his tank and bubbles nervously appeared on the surface of the water but the sardine swam forward and met the Mantis’s eyes. “The synthetic samples of Nectar we’ve made have been producing mild to moderate mind control for approximately 16% of our Specimens so far. And I may have just enough fertilization fluid in me to tend to those implanted eggs. If you want to watch before he wakes up?”

Girard grinned. “It would be my pleasure…”