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Tik Tik gasps. It's an involuntary thing, tinged with the darkness and the history that comes with the revulsion and disgust that encapsulates her life.

Vaspaja's wings flutter, a smile forming on her lips as her poisoned claw trails along the kobold's arm and collar. "Oh, have I struck something, kobold? A deep fear, perhaps?"

"I don't fear you," Tik Tik says, a growl in her voice. "I just hate eggs."

Vaspaja pouts, pulling her claw away. "That's all too bad," the insectoid sorceress says, "Because I simply adore every last egg that I produce. I need to share them with the world. I want to make mothers of so many, so they can feel my joy."

"Bullshit."

"Such language!" The sorceress says, leaning in, her antennae dancing over Tik Tik's face.

The kobold winces but returns her gaze to Vaspaja's segmented eye, scowling.

"I've heard that kobolds were related to dogs, somehow," says Vaspaja, "But I didn't realize they were more bark than they are bite."

"Do your worst."

"Oh, is that consent?" Vaspaja spreads her wings, steepling her fingers, and flutters away from the kobold. She crosses a leg over the other, her second pair of hands squeezing her oozy tits, rolling the facsimile of nipples between nipples, those eggs within jostling in the undulating motions of their mother's ministrations. "I just love it when others submit willingly."

She licks her lips, "But I love it more when they fight it."

"The only fight I'd have with you is to see who is on top."

"Ah, the ritual of an eroarcane duel, how exciting, but only a fool would challenge or accept a sexfight without ample consideration. Don't think I don't know your skills. You're famous, far and wide, after all. But enough fangirling. Come, there's oh-so-much for me to show you." She snaps her fingers, spinning around and fluttering down the fortress.

The spider servant's eight legs pick apart the silk and redistribute it around Tik Tik's body, rolling her up in a tight bundle. It is a fast process that Tik Tik might enjoy on many other occasions. But with a mindless, perhaps even lifeless, servant, it is nothing short of a bother. Perhaps, it is much more disturbing than that, should she allow herself more time to consider it.

Once thoroughly packing the kobold, the spider rests Tik Tik upon its back and skitters towards its mistress, following through the ancient chambers of this mysterious building, its secrets so close yet impossible to decode in the wizard's present state.

Soon, they arrive in an audience chamber, and Tik Tik, her eyes the only things not covered, gasps through the webbing as the final piece falls into place.

"Oh, you recognize the architectural style now, don't you?" Vaspaja says, fluttering to the throne and sitting upon it, two hands gripping the arms. She sits up, proud and powerful, as purple energy glows about her. "This is one of the seats of power, much like the one that Estrasa, Dark Mistress of Transformation."

The spider's pedipalps snag the silk around Tik Tik's mouth, ripping it off. The kobold, through tears of pain, snaps. "You would destroy the colony to take their home just to claim it as your own?"

"My home!" Vaspaja growls, scratching into the arms of the seat, her antennae perked. "AS it should be by my magical heritage!"

But then she sits back, leaning her cheek upon the palm of her hand. "But I'm not against letting others share. In fact, I'm willing to allow those who swear their allegiance to me to continue their happy, busy little bee lives."

"Where is the queen?" Tik Tik snaps.

"Oh, do you really want to see?" Vaspaja says, her wings buzzing. "I can show you! Oh, your majesty!" Her voice reverberates throughout the darkness as a haunting echo. For a time, the only sounds are the echos of the crackles of fire through the halls of this horrible place.

But soon, there comes a stomping and a sliding, slick and wet and buzzing with no reason.

From a hall just behind Tik Tik lumbers the giant figure, her eyes devoid of life, glowing with a sickly red. When she opens her mouth, the red ichor flows out of it.

These creatures aren't real people. They aren't really people, not in the way you or I would think of them. No, they are individual mindless things part of a greater whole, a whole that is an ultimate joy to corrupt.

Vaspaja flutters up to the queen, cupping her cheek and caressing her head. "She is a beauty, a form of existence only I could create. They look so genuine when they first emerge and efficiently seed the eggs of my rule. You probably could not tell which ones among the many you've fucked were the natural children of the hive or actually one of my darling little zombees."

The zombee queen coughs, vomiting up the red jelly. Vaspaja scoops some of it in her finger and brings it to her lips. "Ah, the delectable taste of venom mixed with the sweetness of honey. It's a beautiful thing, indeed, coming from a beautiful creature. But alas..." She coos, her two hands on the cheeks. "It all must come to an end sometime, my dear." She rests her forehead upon the zombee queen's, shuddering as the blue hands on her tits pull free, dripping in venom. She jabs them into the queen's carapace and pulls back, licking her fingers as she watches the queen fall to the floor.

"Now then, a 'zom-bold' does not have the same ring, does Tik Tik? No, I can't do that to you and rob the world of such a magnificent mind. We must try something... drastic."

"And what's that?" Tik Tik growls."

"Why, you're going to help usher in the metamorphosis of the new queen, of course. They should be hatching soon."

"They?"

Just a downside of messing with the structure of a hive. You'll be our referee."