The Hive Grows
Author's Note: Once again, the original Infestation idea belongs to the one, the only, the inimitable, Von Krieger.
Also, once again, this is my own take. Think of it as an 'alternate reality' if you will.
Enjoy
The door to the girls' locker room opened slowly, allowing the head of a vixen to stick out. Jessie scanned the hallway to the left briefly before she pushed the door open and stepped out, looking right to see the area the door had blocked. "No one's out here," she said, glancing back into the room.
Lia stepped out behind her conquest, taking a casual look herself before hauling her backpack up over a shoulder and stepping past Jessie to let the door close. "Good. I don't want any questions should anyone see us together," she said, turning to face the other woman with a serious look. "Which means until school ends, we should avoid each other as much as possible."
Jessie bit her lower lips a bit, her tail and ears falling to show her disappointment. Still, she nodded her head obediently. "Yes, mistress," she replied, sighing. "I just wish we didn't have to be apart so soon."
"So do I, little pet," Lia said, stepping over to softly press her body against Jessie, while her long tail curled around and slowly slid up the vixen's side, making her shiver slightly. "But we can't let anyone find out about us. Well," she added, smiling softly then. "Not unless they want to get involved."
Jessie let out a small moan at that. "Please, mistress," she begged, her chest starting to heave up and down as her pulse raced. "Your words inflame me."
Lia chuckled a bit as she stepped back. "Well, your lexicon has certainly improved, at least," she said with an admiring tone, and then chuckled again as Jessie blushed heavily. "Relax dear one, we shall have time soon enough. Perhaps even after phys ed like today...?"
The vixen sighed and nodded, a grateful look on her face. "I would like that very much, my queen."
"Then I will see you tomorrow," Lia replied, stepping forward again, this time to plant a deep, open-mouthed kiss on Jessie's muzzle. She replied immediately and enthusiastically to the binturong's advance, opening her mouth obediently to swirl her tongue around Lia's for several long moments. Finally, Lia broke off and stepped back, smiling again at her new consort as the latter licked her lips. "Take care, Jessie."
"And you, mistress," Jessie replied with a small nod of her head before turning around and walking down the hallway, heading for the parking lot.
Lia watched her go, and waited until the vixen had turned a corner before dropping the pleased look from her face and letting it be replaced with one of worry. That was too close, she thought, feeling some disgust at what she was willing to do to save herself, while at the same time, feeling much more relief that Jessie had turned out to be a willing and open mind after all. At least she was deep down, below the surface shell. But not everyone will be as obedient, as eager to surrender. I must be more careful in the future, for I do not intend to have mind slaves in my hive.
She had no more qualms now about what she had become. The infesting of the female bully had been liberating for the binturong, allowing her to both purge years of anger and hard feelings by dominating the vixen, and also opened up a new part of Lia's own mind, one she recognized as truly belonging to herself from before the merging. It was this part that learned the infestor's trick and made Lia daydream of taking her own mother, and it was this part that reveled in Jessie's own conversion, letting the binturong realize that what had happened to her was a gift, not a curse. Without this, Jessie would still be stuck in a downward spiral, unable to focus on what was really making her unhappy. Lives have been destroyed that way. But now, she has a place, a purpose... and a queen.
Lia had to fight to suppress the urge to make a chittering noise. No, no more mistakes, she told herself, before turning to begin her walk down towards where her own car was parked. No more accidental discoveries. From now on, I must be who and what I am: an infiltrator.
Even as the binturong walked leisurely through the halls, though, she had already made one mistake already. She had shut out the world during her conversation with Jessie, and so had not picked up the shock as a pair of eyes and ears, hidden in a corner of shadows, witnessed the interaction. Nor had she noticed when the owner of these sensory organs turned away in grief and disgust, disappearing before the observation could be discovered.
Oblivious to this new discovery, Lia continued onward, finally arriving at her car to find her younger sister, Marissa, standing with arms crossed in a huff. "Finally! What took you so long?" She demanded of her older sibling.
"I got caught up doing some studying," Lia lied, hoping her sister would forget that her last class was physical education. "I might be late the rest of the week, too, so you might have to start riding the bus home," she added as she unlocked the door and sat in her car, opening the passenger side for her little sister.
"But the bus ride is twice as long and it's a fifteen minute walk from the stop to home," Marissa complained as she sat down and buckled in, mirroring Lia's own motions. "What are you studying that you can't do at home?"
The phrase 'comparative biology' ran through Lia's mind then, and she had to fight to keep a chuckle from reaching her throat. Fortunately, starting the car helped her cover up the slight noise. "Science, mainly. The school library has some good books," Lia finally replied after getting the vehicle into gear.
"What, you can't get that off the Internet?" Marissa asked while her sister navigated the car through the parking lot.
"Yeah, like I'm going to trust my final grades to a bunch of hormone-driven, mentally challenged b-tards," Lia scoffed. "No thank you. Besides, I like reading ink on paper than photons off phosphor any day."
"And yet you spend so much time on the computer I wouldn't be surprised if you turned into a Borg," Marissa teased.
Lia felt an odd pang of recognition then, realizing that something not dissimilar had happened to her. She dismissed it, however, as she maneuvered the car into traffic and began the drive home. "Since when were you dorky enough to reference Star Trek?" Lia asked her sister with a sidelong glance.
"That's the pot calling the kettle black," Marissa replied, sticking her tongue out towards the driver. "Remember when Mass Effect came out and you monopolized the TV for a week?"
Lia grimaced at that, but soon it turned into a smirk. "Someone had to kill that bastard Reaper, after all," she replied.
"I didn't think reading all the codices with near-religious fervor helped," Marissa countered, and then smiled broadly as Lia grimaced again and then shrugged. "Whatever. Look, I need to drive or else we'll crash."
* * * *
The next couple of hours went by well for Lia, as she felt better now than she had ever remembered feeling. Her body was starting to listen to her a bit, so she didn't have to keep excising conscious mental control to keep some of the more prominent physiological aspects of her new form discreet. It's so nice not to have to constantly think of cold showers and burning chemicals to keep myself from going nuts, she mused as she tidied up her room a bit, cleaning the mess up enough so that it no longer looked conspicuous. The last thing I need is to feel that constant tension, that ever present urge to pounce on the nearest family member, rip off their clothes, stroking them all the time to calm their fear before I shove my ovipositor right into-
Lia blinked and then blushed as she realized that, although under better control, the strong impulses were still pushing her to continue expansion of her new hive. A small tingle in her skull triggered a series of memories that came from the drone that infested her, the insect's mind growing rapidly into just another extension of Lia's own conscious and subconscious. In the memories, she found information stating that infiltrator infestors had to have at least a minimum hive size of three; a triple-redundant system against discovery and/or capture and/or destruction wiping out what could be the only successful infesting on the planet.
I have to find another, Lia knew, not even debating it in her mind as she resumed cleaning her room. The urges have receded for now, but they will grow again the longer it takes for me to infest someone else. Not to mention, this new egg growing inside me will probably make the situation all the worse.
Her cell phone rang then, startling Lia slightly before she realized what it was. A glance to the screen showed it to be Deborah, and the binturong put aside her thoughts and concerns of her hive for a moment as she answered gaily. "Hiya Deb!"
"Wow," came the collie's voice, somewhat subdued but nonetheless clear. "You sound a lot better than earlier, Lia."
"Oh, that," Lia replied without thinking. "I took care of my issue, no problem. So you want to come over and study like we talked? My parents are going to be gone tonight, taking my sister over to grandma and grandpa's for dinner and some visiting, so we can turn the music up loud."
A momentary hesitation, then "sure Lia, sounds good," Deborah replied in a subdued tone. "I'll be there around 6:30, okay?"
"It does," Lia replied, suddenly unsure. "Are you okay, Deb? You sound a bit off."
"I'm fine," Deborah replied, her voice audibly rising and becoming more normal. "I'll bring some chips along with my textbooks and notes."
"Sounds good," Lia said, frowning a bit but deciding not to press the issue. I'll talk to her when she gets here. "See you tonight."
"See ya."
* * * *
Shortly before six thirty, Lia was sitting down in the living room, watching a rerun of The Simpsons on TV as she munched on a bag of microwavable popcorn as a follow-up to what had been a rather large dinner for her. Growing eggs need their nutrition, I guess, she thought with a smirk, and then touched her belly with a free hand. I know the race-memories say I can digest about anything, but I'd still rather eat a couple of plates of spaghetti than sucking down acid-liquefied rock. It has better chemicals to use for energy and growth, too. Though I guess if I need to dig a deep nest I'll have to get used to the taste of limestone.
A few noises came from upstairs then, and Lia turned in surprise to see her older brother descending down the stairs. "I'm going out," he said, heading for the front door.
"What? Where?" Lia asked, a bit confused.
"Out to Jay-Bob's, meeting the guys for a couple of games of pool," Calvin replied as he stopped by the door to get his car keys from the small table there. "Should be back before mom an' dad get home, but if I ain't let 'em know, okay?"
"Alright," Lia replied, somewhat exasperatedly as she turned back to the TV, unable to fathom why her brother would go out so much. "Enjoy yourself."
"Thanks," Calvin replied, taking his hat from a peg on the wall and putting it on as he opened the front door. The noise of two people giving a quick yelp of surprise startled Lia, and she turned again to see that Calvin had opened the door just as Deborah had raised her hand to knock, surprising both. The two shared a blush and Calvin stepped aside to let the collie in. "Nice to see you again, Deborah," he said, politely.
"Calvin," the collie replied, equally polite as she stepped in and moved to the side. "Going out?"
"Most definitely," he said, and then left, closing the door behind him with exaggerated courtesy. "Have a good night," he called as the wood cut off his visage and the latch clicked into place. Deborah waited a moment before sighing briefly. "Looks like your brother still has the hots for me," she observed wryly.
Lia smiled at that, taking a bit of comfort from the normal behavior; a welcome respite from the past few days, accepting of her fate or not. "Well, if you're not interested in him, all you have to do is find someone else," she teased back. "He'll get the message one way or another."
Deborah's usual response then would have been to roll her eyes and retort. This time, however, she simply stood for a moment, before she shifted her book bag and then sighed. "Yeah," she said, dragging out the word slightly before seeming to shake herself a bit, regaining some of her usual exuberance as she turned to face towards the couch Lia sat on. "Well, you want to get studying?"
The binturong twitched an ear in surprise at the uncharacteristic behavior, and her new sense relayed that Deborah was emotionally disturbed at something. Unfortunately, her own development hadn't taken her far enough to skim the mind of a non-infested person, even at close range, and so she had no idea what was going on. "Sounds good," She said, deciding to ask later. "Go on up to my room, I'll be along in a minute with some snacks."
"Alright," Deborah replied, hefting her bookbag and turning to head for the stairs. Lia herself stood and walked over to the kitchen and then waited a moment for the collie to begin ascending the staircase. Once the familiar footfalls were heard, Lia quickly upturned the bowl of popcorn, gulping it down far faster than most anyone could swallow solid food whole. She even gulped down the un-popped seeds that always soured every bowl, before setting the bowl down and heading for the fridge. Need more food, she thought, rummaging through the fridge and kitchen to make a normal set of snacks, as well as making something significantly extra for herself.
It will be ready, soon, Lia thought nonchalantly as she quickly devoured a makeshift sandwich of cheese and leftover steak before working on the two, small, relatively dainty sandwiches that Deborah and herself tended to favor for study time snacks. She sighed, lifting up the plates and turning to head upstairs. Time used to be when I'd welcome being able to eat a crapload of food without getting fatter. Now I recognize that it means that soon, I must find another to join the hive. The problem is, who? And how to find the person who would welcome this?
Lia put the idea out of her mind as she reached the second floor. For now, the urges were under control, as was her body, and so she decided to try to maintain her old life's façade as much as she could. Besides, she thought with a chuckle. If this whole 'queen' thing doesn't work out, I'll need a backup career.
* * * *
"-So that means that chlorine has two electrons it can gain, right?" Deborah asked some time later as the two sat on Lia's bed - straightened out and cleaned by the diligent binturong earlier - looking over their chemistry books and notes.
"No, that's fluorine," Lia replied patiently. "Remember, chlorine is only one to the left of the noble gasses, so that means it gains one electron on the outer shell. That's why it's a powerful oxidizer."
Deborah looked up from where she was lying on her belly over a book and tilted her head to the side in a very dog-like manner. "Since when did you get so good at remembering this stuff?"
Since I have access to memories not my own, Lia didn't say aloud. Chemistry is chemistry, no matter what planet you're on. Instead of speaking these words, she shrugged. "Just been concentrating, I guess," she offered.
"Humph," Deborah muttered, again at odds with her normal verbal repertoire. "Yeah, concentrate."
"Something wrong, Deb?" Lia asked from where she sat cross-legged near the head of her bed. "You haven't been yourself tonight," she added, feeling somewhat ironic.
"Yeah- I mean, no," Deborah said, shaking her head briefly before looking back down at her textbook. "I'm fine, really. Let's just move on," she added, brushing aside her long brown hair from beside her face.
Lia frowned at her friend. Even without her new sense she would've been able to tell that something had seriously disturbed her normally cheerful friend, and with it she could tell the depths of the problem reached down to the collie's core. "Debbie," she said, reaching out with a hand over the notes and books lying on the bed to place it on Deborah's shoulder. The collie flinched slightly at the contact, but didn't look up, prompting Lia to continue. "I can tell there's something wrong. You're upset about something."
"It's nothing," Deborah said, moving away from the binturong to shift her position and sit upright on the edge of the bed, her head facing the floor. "Really."
"That's as about as convincing as an election speech," Lia replied deadpan, moving over so she could sit on the edge of the bed as well, a small but comfortable space between the two women. "What happened? What's got you so distraught?"
A few moments passed in silence then, with only the house's central A/C making a low hum in the distance. Then finally, Deborah sighed, and then shook her head. "I... I have a secret to tell you, Lia," she said, quietly, still looking down at the floor as she rubbed her left arm with her opposite hand. "I don't suppose it'll hurt to tell you, not now, with school almost over."
Lia twitched her ears back and frowned, feeling confused, and sensing a great nervousness and unease in her friend. "Whatever it is, you can tell me, Deb," she said evenly, again reaching out with her right hand to place it on the collie's shoulder. "I'm here for you."
Deborah flinched at that, and she shook her head. "No, you're not," she said, standing up and taking a step away from the bed to force the binturong's hand away. "That's the real problem here, but I have to explain first."
"Explain what?" Lia asked, deciding to remain seated to give her friend the needed space.
Deborah took in a deep breath then, before letting it out in a sigh. "I never told you before but... I like women, Lia," she said, and then slowly turned to face her friend, arms crossed under her breasts. "I... I'm not sure lesbian would be the right word. I don't like women exclusively, but I don't think too much about men, unless one's especially good looking or sweet or something. But I prefer women, how they look, how they smell, and I find myself looking to them more than males..." She paused then, near tears, eyes searching the binturong's face. "You... Don't hate me now, right?"
"Hate you?" Lia asked, genuinely shocked, but not at the collie's revelation. "No, of course not, Debbie," she added, shaking her head a few times. "You're my friend, and I have more respect for you than to hate you for something as insignificant as that."
Deborah's face broke into a bitter smile at that, and she closed her eyes briefly. "Thank you," she added, opening her eyes again as her face slid back into nervous fear. "That makes me feel better about talking to you, but it still doesn't make the facts any easier."
Again Lia frowned, shaking her head. "What facts? I know that's not what was bothering you, Debbie. Please," she added, taking on a pleading look. "Let me help, tell me what's wrong, why does your orientation matter?"
"Dammit, Lia," Deborah said, shaking her head and turning away from the binturong again. "You just have to make this harder, don't you? Always helpful, always caring, always there for... for me..." The collie let out a sob then, the noise making Lia startle a bit, unused to hearing it from her friend. Then Deborah turned and held out her hands in an open gesture as she continued. "I love you, Lia. I've always loved you as a sister, but over the last year... I just..." She stopped then, and turned to the side and brought her hands up to cover her eyes as she fought back the desire to wail while her tail drooped and curled between her legs.
Lia stood up then, and moved over to her stricken friend. "Debbie, why didn't you mention this before?" She asked, concerned, as she brought up a hand to gently touch Deborah's face. The collie, though, reacted to that, wrenching away and dropping her hands, her face a mixture of anguish and anger. "What does it matter now?" She asked, bitterly. "I thought you were straight, so I didn't say anything. But then I saw you, with her."
The pieces finally snapped into place for Lia, and she instantly felt her mind slip into a guarded state, her senses becoming heightened as her body tensed. "How much did you see?" She asked, warily.
"You don't even deny it?" Deborah asked, surprised at the straightforwardness. Then she shook her head. "Fine, whatever. I saw that Jessie wasn't with her usual gang of thugs on the drive home, so I headed back to the school in case you needed help. I was almost to the locker room when I heard the door open, and I peaked around the corner while you two were so engaged with one another." Deborah sobbed again. "Of all the women in the school, her? Bitch tits? The triple-slotted cunt that's made our life at school hell for years?"
Lia grimaced at the revelation, the pain of her failure felt at all levels. Not only did I expose myself once again, but I hurt my best friend, too. Unthinking, she tried to explain. "It wasn't like that, Debbie."
"No?" Deborah asked, sarcastically. "It looked and sounded like a rendezvous to me. A kinky one at that."
"More like a rape," Lia said forcefully, her words and change in demeanor making the collie stop and take notice of her friend's oddly determined expression. "What?" Deborah asked, her ears twitching down in confusion. "I don't understand, you two looked so... so..." Her face started to cloud up again.
Lia sighed, and then grabbed the collie by the shoulders and roughly turned and shoved her to the bed. "Sit," she commanded, the tone in her voice brooking no argument. Surprised at the normally quiescent binturong's actions, Deborah just sat in silence as Lia stood for a moment, thinking. Finally, she reached a decision, and then sighed. "You're not the only one with a secret, Debbie. And I don't mean what you saw earlier, though it is certainly related."
"What?" Deborah asked, confused and still on the edge of an emotional breakdown. "I don't understand."
Lia shook her head, and then went over to the bedroom door and locked it. The sudden click of the locking mechanism was a dreadful punctuation mark in the silence, and the binturong turned and walked back over to stand in front of her friend. "Something happened to me over the weekend, Deborah," she said, evenly, before turning her back to the collie and beginning to lift up the baggy shirt she wore.
"Don't tease me, Lia," Deborah said immediately. "After what I said I don't-" She cut herself off then as Lia finished removing the shirt, exposing the line of plates along her upper back, with the straps of a sports bra the only covering remaining. "What... What the hell is that?" The collie asked, dumbfounded enough to forget her own troubles for a moment.
"A gift, of sorts," Lia said, believing it now as she turned around to face her collie friend, who's eyes widened as she finally got a good look at the binturong's new hourglass shape, the long lines of the carapace legs stretching to her front, and the most recent change, enlarged breasts. "As you can see, there have been changes made."
"What-?" Deborah asked, shaking her head slightly. "I don't understand, Lia. What happened? Why do you look different? Why does this matter?"
"Shh," Lia said, slowly walking over to the bed and, much to Deborah's instant panic, sat down right next to the collie. Deborah tried to shy away, but Lia wrapped her strong arms around the collie, one across her lower back and the other over the collarbone. Her increased strength kept her friend at bay, and again, Lia shushed the panicky dog. "Don't worry, Debbie. Calm down, please, and let me explain."
It took a few moments for the war in Deborah's mind to find a winner; her desire for Lia, fanned by proximity, the binturong's acceptance and changed appearance versus her shock and distrust at the unknown. Finally, though, she calmed down and her body relaxed, letting Lia relax her hold in turn. "There we go," Lia said, soothingly, removing her arms from around the collie. "Now, ask me the first question you have."
Deborah hesitated only a moment before finding the one that was the most pressing. "What happened to you?" She asked, looking on with confusion, mainly, but also with curiosity and even a bit of lust in her gaze. Lia was a bit surprised at the slight feeling of the latter from her friend, as she was making sure to suppress her pheromones. But the infested binturong believed she knew the reason why and filed her thoughts away for later use as she began. "I went out to the park, like I told you, and I got caught in a storm. I took shelter in one of the emergency shacks they put up, but I wasn't alone.
"Something else, something alien had taken shelter there, too," Lia added, watching her friend carefully. "It was an insect, a very large one, and it... changed me," she said, taking a moment to catch her breath, as well as to suppress the memories of bliss, pain, and arousal at her conversion. "I became something else, a hybrid of my own body, and the insect's."
"You're joking, right?" Deborah asked. She was lightly startled then as Lia gently took one of her hands and rubbed it along the chitin plates on her back. "Does that feel like a joke?" She asked softly, releasing the collie's hand. "Those plates you feel were part of the conversion drone's exoskeleton, and now, they serve me, protecting the parts of me infused with my other half."
"'Other half"?" Deborah asked, her ears folding back in worry. "Are... Are you still Lia?"
Lia smiled at that, and reached up to gently stroke the side of the collie's muzzle with her left hand. "I had that worry myself, you know. But I learned from the insect's intellect, I received information and explanations, and now, it is nearly completely merged with my mind, becoming a tool for me to use, than the other way around." Lia paused then, and sighed briefly. "I am still me, Deborah. I do have a different body, and now a different goal in life, but I am still Lia Nguyen, and I still like all the things I liked before. Only now..." she paused again, and then shrugged. "As I said, I have other goals and likes now."
The pair just sat there in silence for several minutes, before Deborah finally shook her head. "This is... like out of some kind of movie," she said, quietly. Then she looked up at Lia with a suspicious expression. "But... If you're telling the truth, how does bitch tits figure into this?"
Lia nodded once to her friend. "You were right in suspecting something was up. Jessie had, in fact, snuck back in with a pillowcase filled with soap bars, intending to beat me down. However, she snuck up on me in the shower, when I was, ah, exposing new parts of my anatomy," she added with a blush. "She ran, and my instincts kicked in; I knocked her out, and then I had to decide what to do with her. Let her go? She'd surely tell someone, no matter what she promised, and eventually someone would investigate me and find the truth, and I would be in a government laboratory in no time.
"So I had two choices: kill her, or infest her," Lia finished, using the proper word for the first time to see what effect it had on her friend. Much as she had supposed earlier, it made the collie shiver ever so slightly. "Infest? What... What did you do?" She asked of the converted binturong.
"Simple," Lia replied, smiling faintly. I'm part insect now, and one things insects, especially queens, have is something to lay eggs; something called an ovipositor.
"For me, it's basically one, large, long extension of my vagina," she continued, watching Deborah for certain signs, and not being disappointed. "It's like a large, long, slimy dick, one that I raped Jessie with, and implanted an egg into her. Not an egg that hatches, but one that 'took' her, made her one with the new hive I'm building here. So now," Lia added, leaning in towards the collie, who was almost entranced by the binturong's dark eyes and forbidden words. "She's mine."
Deborah shuddered at that, and she turned away, her ears folding down and face flushing red with her blushing. Lia could smell the arousal coming from her friend, could feel the pleasure Deborah felt at the idea of domination and submission, and the allure of the forbidden. "Why... Why are you telling me this?" The collie asked, not looking back at her transformed friend.
"Because you were hurting," Lia replied, honestly. "Because you thought you saw a rendezvous of lovers, which might be true, now, but it was forced out of necessity, not out of spite or hate. And because," she added, laying a hand on Deborah's shoulder, making the collie shudder again. "I know I can trust you. I had to infest Jessie to keep her from revealing what she knew. But you, I know you would never betray me like that, no matter what happened."
Deborah felt something in her wanting to get out, but she denied it, instead trying to temporize, to find something to take issue with. "So, you love her, that bully?" She asked, trying to sound cold.
"Now, I do," Lia said, sighing briefly. The noise made Deborah turn to look at the binturong as the latter explained. "While I was infesting her, I touched Jessie's mind. She's had a bit of a troubled life, and that's made her accumulate baggage. But once I burrowed below the issues and neuroses, I saw a lonely girl, just wanting attention, love from an authority figure. She could've gone on for years in a death spiral of abuse and codependency with other people like her, but I broke her of that, and I now give her the love she wants, that she deserves.
"In that way, I am not sorry for what I did, though I have resolved never to just take someone like that again, if I can avoid it," Lia continued, and then looked deep into the collie's blue-green eyes. "I would much rather have people to join my hive whom I know will be both warm-hearted and willing to accept the gifts I have to give, and the burdens that come with them."
The two sat silently for a moment before Deborah spoke. "Are... Do you..." She stuttered lightly, trying to find the right words. "Is that why you told me? Because..."
"I told you for the reasons I gave you earlier," Lia replied evenly. "I would not ask you, my friend who's done so much for me, who's been there for me, to join my hive. Because if I asked you, you might say 'yes' out of a sense of obligation to me, or from your confessed love, and not from your own desire to surrender yourself to my goals, my mission to continue my new species, to spread our form of life, to give the gifts we have to share, even to those who would normally kill us on sight.
"It is a decision only you can make, not because I asked you, but because you desire it in your heart." With that, Lia turned, and then stood up, leaving her friend alone on the bed to walk to the room's desk. The window above the flat wood furnishing was covered by Venetian blinds, but the slats had been opened just enough to catch a glimpse of the world outside. This Lia studied, until finally she heard Deborah stand up, and then slowly walk over behind the binturong. Lia turned then and faced her friend, who wore a most solemn visage. "Lia, I love you," she said, arms sliding to her side. "It's not just infatuation, it's a genuine love, a deep, abiding care for you and your welfare that has transcended every difference between us: our gender, our lives, our families, our politics, everything. I want nothing more than to be beside you, to help you, to devote myself to you. That's what love is, and though you said not to go by it, I can not make my decision any other way.
"I want you to take me, Lia. Infest me, make me part of your hive, so that I can be with you forever."
Lia felt the conviction, the devotion already present in her friend's mind, and she felt her heart swell as she stepped over to Deborah and slowly took the collie's face in her hands and graced the end of her muzzle with a soft kiss. Relish the innocence, a memory told her. It is fleeting, and precious beyond measure. Lia took the advice, slipping her arms down to wrap around Deborah's midsection, pulling the collie into a gentle embrace that the willing woman returned.
They held this pose for a few long moments, before Deborah finally drew back for breath. "I love you, Lia," she said, plaintively.
"And I love you, Deborah," Lia replied, and then slowly released the collie. "Take off your clothes and lie on your back on the bed," she said, her voice firm and she paused to lick her lips. "It's time to begin your infesting."
Deborah shuddered at the words, fear, anticipation, and arousal all working to make her pliant to orders, and desperate to feel the soft touch of her love. "Yes, mistress," she said, shuddering again as she began to strip, slowly pulling off her shirt, exposing the soft, long fur of her belly and sides, and revealing the bra-covered orbs of her pleasantly endowed breasts. She tossed the covering aside, and then unbuckled the belt that kept her shorts up, lowering the clothing down over her fluffy legs and tail until she stood only in her underwear. Her panties were soaked with her arousal, and Deborah slowly began to reach for her bra when Lia raised a hand. "That's good for now," the infested queen said. "Lie down on the bed."
"Yes, mistress," Deborah replied, and then climbed on the bed, her tail held high as she first got onto all fours, but she remembered her mistress' order, and soon enough rolled onto her back, tail held between the cheeks of her ass, splaying out her limbs ever so slightly.
Lia by this time was barely keeping a hold on her instincts, both halves of her body demanding relief from the pure arousal of watching the pudgy collie submit so willingly. However, she found the will to just stand and watch, drinking in the soft curves, her infestor half approving of the extra meat on the collie's bones - more fuel for a faster conversion. Her normal half found its own profound attraction growing out of a mutual love for Deborah, one she had held subconsciously as her previous orientation made such a paring impossible. Now, however, her friend, soon to be conquest, lay on her back, her face a delicious mix of the fear and anticipation that was making her so wet.
Finally, Lia could not stand still any longer, and after a few moments of appreciating the collie, she walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, not bothering to remove her sports bra and pants yet. Slowly, deliberately, she straddled Deborah's hips, making the collie whimper in need. Lia ignored the implied invite, however, and simply lowered her torso until she was face to face with her friend. "I can't stop this, once I begin," she said quietly to the woman beneath her. "And I can't change you back. Once you have been infested, you will remain infested forever. Be sure, Deborah," she added, moving a hand up to gently stroke the side of the other woman's muzzle. "And tell me."
Deborah moaned aloud at that. "Yes, Lia, yes!" She said in a tortured voice, her eyes lidded in pure desire. "Oh, please. I want so much to be with you, to be your bitch, to belong to you, to serve you."
"And you shall," Lia replied, smiling. "Now, take and hold a deep breath and open your mouth. Your mistress has something to give you."
Deborah complied without thought or hesitation, expanding her generous chest with a deep inhalation and opening her muzzle wide. Lia chittered at that, the alien noise making the collie below her shudder as the infested queen lowered her head and pressed her muzzle against Deborah's, locking them together with a deep kiss.
While her lips suckled on Deborah's, though, Lia's tongue extended, muscling past the collie's not insubstantial canine tongue and plunging down her throat. Deborah's eyes snapped open in surprise, then slowly fluttered shut as she felt Lia's tongue begin to pulse slightly, and a warm fluid began to trickle down her throat and fill her stomach. It was an unknown feeling, completely outside the realm of all her knowledge, carnal or otherwise, and part of her knew that it was wrong. Yet out of that understanding came the most pleasure, as she reveled in the feeling of surrendering to such an alien process.
Soon enough, Lia withdrew her tongue and then removed her mouth from Deborah, who exhaled and gasped a bit as she tried to catch her breath. "What... was... that?" She asked.
"A little something to get you started," Lia explained with a smile. She brought her hands up and then stroked the cheek ruffs of the collie as she spoke. "Give it about five more seconds, and then you will feel good."
Deborah looked puzzled at first, but as she finished catching her breath, she felt it. A warm sensation began to spread out from her stomach, soon filling every space in her body with a relaxing, yet demanding pleasure. "Ooooh," Deborah moaned as she began to thrash slightly. Lia quickly move and held down the collie's arms while her hips pinned her friend's to the bed. "Oooh, mistress, please," Deborah begged, whimpering. "I need to cum."
"Soon, my pet, soon," Lia replied, her voice soothing, yet teasing. Her arms continued to hold down her friend, but her long prehensile tail was free to curl down, and Lia snaked it between the two women, the short, bristly fur combing through the soft, fluffy down-like fur of the rough collie. Deborah moaned again, thrashing a bit more. "Please, don't tease me, I can't stand it!"
"You haven't felt the worst of it, yet," Lia said, her words giving the collie pause. "Wh-what do you mean, mistress?" She asked.
Lia just smiled again as she let her body release the pheromones stored in her skin, especially her tail. The sudden influx of the arousing chemicals made Deborah's eyes widen. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, please!" She begged. "I'll do anything, anything you want, just fuck me!"
"Anything?" Lia asked, teasingly. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Deborah replied, tossing her head back, showing submission as canines did, by revealing their necks.
"Well then," Lia continued, curling the tip of her tail around one of the collie's breasts and giving it a squeeze. "Does that mean that you'll do all that I command?"
"Yes!" Deborah nearly shouted. "Always!"
"And will you submit even over your own body, to let me shape and remake you as I will?"
"Yes!" The collie shouted, the words only further driving her into pleasure-induced madness.
"And," Lia went on. "Will you raise my young when I decide to have them? Will you carry my hatchlings, my little bug-mammals, feed them your milk and raise them while I fuck other people, bringing them into the hive? Will you help me infest others, taking them, remaking them by force if need by? Do you surrender to me?"
"YES! PLEASE!" Deborah shouted, the chemical-induced pleasure and purely mental effect of Lia's words joining together to break any remaining will she had. "Everything that I am, I belong to you, my mistress, my queen!"
"Then I need you to do one more thing," Lia said as she slowly lifted herself off of the collie. "Stay perfectly still, your mistress commands it."
Deborah let out a long, keening whimper, but she obeyed, remaining still as she could while her body twitched in need. Lia wasn't being cruel, however, but merely stood up long enough to remove her sports bra, pants, and panties, the latter two items had already been soaked by Deborah's juices and the dripping slime from her own genitals. Now that she was naked, the infested binturong's ovipositor slid free and filled out, and Deborah gasped as she saw it for the first time, writhing and dripping bits of its protein-rich lubricant.
"You may remove your panties and bra," Lia said, granting her new convert that ability. Deborah didn't waste a second, and she fairly ripped the offending cotton coverings away, leaving the white-furred, generous orbs on her chest and her reddened, dripping pussy in plain view. Unbidden, she understood to lie back down, and as she did, Lia climbed back on the bed and straddled her again. Her ovipositor came to rest on top of the collie's swollen cunt lips, and she whined a most canine whine as she lost all ability to speak, only able to beg with her eyes.
Finally, Lia could take no more herself. "I love you, Deborah," she said, sliding her hips back enough so the tip of her ovipositor nestled against the soaking wet cunt of her friend. "Welcome to the hive." With that, she shoved her ovipositor forward, driving the hard, writhing mass deep into the tortured canine, pressing up until the end of it rested against Deborah's cervix.
Deborah screamed in pure pleasure, finally snapping free of the orders given to her by Lia and rising up, wrapping her arms and legs around the chest and hips of the binturong. The pulsating mass between her nether lips felt so good, so right, that she had no other thought in her mind than utter worship of the one it belonged to. Lia's own pleasure reached new heights itself as she felt the unadulterated adoration and love from her friend, and before she knew it, she was already pulling back, fighting the collie's deathgrip embrace to get just enough space so she could withdraw, and then slam her ovipositor back into Deborah's needful channel.
They went on like this for some time, thrusting against each other in wordless bliss. The bed became soaked with their sweat and their drippings, and the room filled with Lia's powerful pheromones, driving even the queen into a state of nearly feral rutting. Harder and harder she hammered into her new servant, her new sister of the hive. Deborah had long since screaming, all strength in her gone, save for her legs and arms, still wrapped around her queen, staying there despite the half dozen orgasms she had as Lia slammed her warm, slippery mass even deeper, the slime having done its part by making the prey's birth canal pliable and ready.
Finally, Lia felt the egg in her abdomen shift, and she nearly came right there upon feeling it begin its journey. "My egg is coming, Debbie," she grunted out. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good. You will love it, my pet."
"Yyyessss miissstresss," Deborah managed to grate out. Lia had stopped thrusting, but with both of them pressed together to keep the tip of the infested binturong's ovipositor in her womb, the collie could feel the lump as it moved down and into Lia's pelvic area. "Give it tooo meee."
Tears poured out of Lia's eyes, and she suddenly shot upright, breaking the collie's weakened grip on her shoulders as the egg entered her birth canal. "Here it comes, pet," she said, before letting out a long noise that was a mix between a moan and an insectoid chitter. The firm orb slid slowly at first, but the instant her groin muscles had it, Lia climaxed, screaming in unimaginable pleasure as she thrust her ovipositor against Deborah's hips one last time, making it easier for the round egg to slide along her ovipositor, entering the collie's vagina, and triggering an equally mind-shattering orgasm for Deborah.
They remained in this state for what seemed to them to be forever, before finally, the egg popped out of Lia's ovipositor, coming to rest in the womb of her new sister below her. Instantly, her ovipositor surged again and a seemingly vast amount of fluid flooded Deborah's womb, filling her to overflowing, as the milky white fluid leaking out around Lia's ovipositor attested to.
Not that either of the two noticed. Lia barely kept herself from falling straight down on top of Deborah, having only enough strength to slowly lower herself to rest on her new convert. Deborah, meanwhile, was only semi-conscious, and Lia felt through their new connection that the infested collie was drifting off to sleep. But Deborah managed to raise her had and look Lia in the eye one last time. "I love you, Lia."
"I love you too, Deborah," Lia replied, chittering as she brought up a hand and idly stroked the collie's head until she fell asleep.
* * * *
"Sweet mother of fuck," Calvin muttered in the afterglow of orgasm. He stayed still for a few minutes to make sure he hadn't been heard, and then slowly stood up off of his bed and headed for his dresser to find a towel so he could wipe off.
I didn't even know they went that way, he thought, still huffing, mind in shock after coming home early to the sounds of moans and screams. He had raced upstairs, thinking the two girls were in trouble at first, but he soon recognized the sounds of pleasure, and had promptly retired to his room. Hell, I didn't think Lia... But... Damm, man. He finished wiping himself off and then sighed. And Debbie. Dammit, why are the good ones taken? Or are dykes?
Shit, smells like a whorehouse in here, he thought, recognizing pheromone scent from the two females in the house, as well as his own. Better turn on the fans and vent before mom and dad come home, he reasoned, and went off to keep his and his sister's activities secret, not knowing how ignorant of the latter he truly was.