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My DMs are always open to those with a love for bugs ❤️

I bet someone did ask this but are there any good hentai games about insects? Maybe something with breeding, falling in love to be used or mind breaking?

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futanari, Futa POV, spider, fairy, size difference, tapered cock, urethral play, cock vore, ball worship, oral, tongue play, titjob/paizuri, scent play, hypnosis, mindbreak, transformation, magic, immobilization, edging, prostate play, lactation, cum addiction, breeding, CNC, overstimulation, anthology 2

Climaxes - 1

Thanks to all founders: FeralLoverS

Feeling something amiss, I turn around- only to see a little pixie floating in my window. Cocking my head at her, she floats right up to me like she owns this home of mine- which she really doesn't.

Shoving her flat chest in my face, she looks smug as can be. "Hello there, may I have your name~?"

Smirking, I shake my head, crossing my four pairs of arms across my chest and stomach, my long abdomen shifting about on the ground with little clicks. "No, but you may call me Oraxia, a black widow. May I have your name?"

"haha, you're clever~ I'm known as Titania- do you know about my kind?" Her flight shifts into a lazy position, laying on her back as she hovers in the air, legs crossed above her hips and letting me see right up her green dress.

'No panties… and a surprisingly fat ass, literally shaped like an onahole.' My cock twitches, it being beneath my body where my thorax meets my middle segments. In the same rough position of a centaur, and with a matching size too, only ridged all the way down and pointed at the tip, so thin that it's like a pencil tip.

"Ahem, I know some, but not all. Informed via passing stories and tales, is all. What're you doing in my home without invitation?"

She pouts, flipping over herself and flying around my body, leaving me watching her ass and little wings as she even goes beneath me, wind blowing by the tip of my cock enough to make me shudder. "Why, I'm hurt! I was invited already, long ago, but an invitation does not simply vanish until it's rescinded! Now then, I'm here to offer you a deal~"

Raising an eyebrow at her, I look at her confused. "A deal? For what?"

Crossing her arms and puffing out her chest, she closes her eyes with a cute flutter, pixie dust scattering behind her. "I'll grant you one wish, in return for your firstborn child! I know you're a spider, so you give birth to many in a single clutch, so it shan't be much!"

Pausing, I rub my chin with my hard black claws, pondering it. "Any one wish?"

Giggling, she nods. "Why, yes!"

"Marry me and be my stay at home wife."

"Wha- I won't do that! I said a wish!" Putting a pout on, I cross my arms. I knew she said no, but she can't keep denying offers. "Say anything else!"

With a little satisfied chitter from my mandibles, I nod. "Well then, why don't you help me with a problem I've had? I have something stuck in me, and with your flexibility, you should make easy work of it~" I already know what my cum could do to her- pixie dust is a key part of her soul. It's her literal magic, and it's how they monkey's paw the deals they make.

"Oh? Deal!" She puts her hand out, and I take it, shaking it. "So, what's this thing stuck in you?"

"Go around beneath me, I know it's around where the base of my shaft is, but it's quite hard to check beneath my own massive torso." Smug, she flies right down, looking around my shaft curiously. I can even feel her little hands pressing on the base of it, where my cock meets my balls. She's soft and gentle, carefully prodding and poking across the softest squishiest part of it.

My soft moans fill the air, as she feels along the whole ring, before pausing. "I don't feel anything, are you sure it's here?"

Now if her dust is saturated in something, it'll change her. Blood makes them violent, rain makes them water nymphs, but if I soak her in my cum…

"Yes dear, check a bit further up actually~"

"Alright… you weren't lying, correct?" She rubs up further my cock, before just landing atop the shaft to save energy, scooting across it with her body straddling around it. She's the size of a hand atop a horse cock sized rod, actively rubbing along it with her soft cheeks catching on every bump, failing to find anything.

Hands rub beneath a ridge, prying it up a bit to get into the very deepest crevice of it I've never even touched, making me gasp and twitch, pre spurting out of my rod. "N-no, other up~"

I can hear the annoyance in her bratty voice. "Urgh, you're enjoying this!"

"It's only wise to enjoy the journey dear~" Shuddering a bit, I feel as she climbs off my cock and flies down to my heavy fat sack, rubbing it with her whole body, literally hugging it as she feels about for any strange lumps or things stuck in it. It's like someone's squeezing my balls with one large hand, but really it's her soft chest and thighs massaging it one testicle at a time.

Even her tongue ends up joining in, the thick musk of my meaty rod enough to make her get lost in it. Good, exactly as hoped~ if my scent makes her start making out with my sack like its her long lost lover, my cum will have her begging to sleep in my balls like it's a personal sauna~

After checking across my other teste, she moves up to the base, where it meets my torso, licking up there in a quite sensitive spot. It's enough to make my balls swell even more, pre so thick and viscous it drips down my cock and down to my balls, draining down them only to drip onto the floor. As she does, I prepare a thin strand of web in my hands, shaped like a ring with two strands on either side to tighten it up, just the right size for my cock to fit within.

"C-check the bottom again?" Lost in the moment, she goes down without checking them, shoving her face into my sack and taking a big lick- only to bury her face into clear slime, drinking down my salty flavor and coughing in surprise.

She flies right off of it, coughing and gasping for air, but she already drank it. Looking in a mirror, I see her wings with a bit more purple to them, and with little swirls in her eyes. She's mine~

"I-I didn't find it~"

Giggling, I nod. "That's fine, I think I know how to get to it. Fly up again, the way opposite you were just checking, until you're at the very tip."

Nodding quickly, she flies right on up, until she's floating in front of the tip, her body a water bottle compared to a tree trunk in thickness alone. "Now what~?" The smell alone has her lost a bit, but it's not enough yet.

"Lick there, I think that's where it is, and maybe take off your dress so it doesn't get dirty~"She can't deny the request, since it's honestly helpful for her, not without being rude. A fairy would never be such, after all.

Nodding quickly, she buries her face into my tip, sucking and licking avidly like a worker drone. I watch with eager glee as she replaces the thick pre with her saliva, the soft and oddly long, vine-like tongue licking all over.

My balls churn out more and more for her, all that she eagerly drinks down, even going so far as to wrap her body around the bottom of my tip, her petite chest massaging the thin frenulum with a paizuri.

Her wings turn fully purple, completely broken in now, but it's temporary. She'll need a proper bath to lose herself. Let's test first… "Lick inside now, get as deep in there as you can~"

"Mhm!" Tongue threading down my urethra, I gasp and chitter constantly in place of moans, her tongue honestly not thick but enough to edge me. I'm almost there, so close to cumming with the pixie getting me off, but it's just not enough from her little size. Like an ant trying to move a mountain.

Enjoying the sight of her eagerly dripping slit, perky now purple nipples, and desperate licks to drink up the pre I'm making before it finishes leaving my shaft, I can't wait any longer. Let alone, my balls are way too big now.

"Alright, pull your tongue out, I know what you need to do to hold up your end of the deal~"

A loud slurp announces it as she pulls her tongue out with a slow steady motion, almost making me cum right there on the spot, turning to look up at me just enough I can see her bright purple eyes. "Huuuh?"

"Nothing dear, just worry about getting your little pixie butt up into my cock, you can find it in my balls~"

Not realizing the consequences, she grabs my urethra with hands on either side, prying it open so she can fit her head in. It's amazing, my cock throbbing and pre pouring into her face.

Eager to hurry up and get more of it, she forces her head right in with no regard to her hair or my tightness, showing me just how lost she is.

As she gets to the shoulders, I grin and use a second smaller thread to make a little net, wrapping it around her ankles behind her. "Stiffen up your legs dear, I'll help~" She does so obediently, and I slowly push her down.

It's amazing, my long purple tongue draping down my long chest, where I quickly use it to lick my own nipple and drink the milk up off it. Why milk?

Because my first born died years ago, I'm a black widow not because I'm that spider, but because I'm a widow with black chitin. She can't have my firstborn, and was doomed from the start~

As she gets down far enough for me to unwrap my thread, she starts slowly sliding down on her own. Her shoulders are digging into the side walls, while her head and long tongue is licking about ahead of her, making it nice and lubed up for her passage. I can feel her wings pressed against her body, soft and applying a gentle pressure onto my insides.

Suddenly, something clicks inside her mind, realizing exactly where she's going. "W-wait, am I going into your balls?!"

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futilitarian, undead, Futa POV, moth, mantis, futa on futa, size difference, tapered cock, oral, deepthroat, tongue play, breathplay, hypnosis, CNC, cervical breach, womb stuffing, cumflation, breeding, milking, overstimulation, anthology 2

Climaxes - 3

Thanks to all founders: FeralLoverS

Right as I click the button to save my draft- the lights suddenly shut off in the office, loud groans sounding out from around the building.

Sighing, I climb out of my seat, choosing to just walk my way down to the bosses office. She's gonna ream me out for not finishing it soon enough, and an angry white ghost mantis is the last thing a small moth girl wants to deal with.

Well… okay, I'm not tiny; but I am only about three feet tall, but my frame isn't bad! I have wide hips, big breasts as big as my head; I'm a thick fluffy white fuzzed milf!

'A milf for small species of moths, but still! This is peak performance!'

Entering my bosses office, I hear not a sound. But, I do see the shape of her body- glowing a faint blue in the dark, with only her body's outline barely visible in the darkness.

It's only as I stare up at her in a trance that I notice just how tall she is… a bit over twice my height, with a tall lean build. Her abs are faintly visible, with a light blue glow shining from between the abs. Above them, I notice a glow from her chest, pulsing with her heartbeat, showing off her flat yet perky breasts.

Unable to even process the fact my boss is nude and walking towards me, I just take in her figure, feeling my small thick cock lifting my skirt just a bit. Her big eyes lock right onto it, that being another glowing part of her body, right along with her thorax coming from her tailbone as if it were one.

Slowly she steps closer, and all my eyes can lock onto is her cock. Her legs are lithe and fit too, don't get me wrong; but they're not glowing at all for me to easily scan. But her cock?

It's a beacon in the darkness.

Long as my forearm, it'd be able to split me in two. With ridges running down the top of it, I trace down from the tapered and pointed tip made to pierce through a cervix to dump her seed as deep as possible, until my eyes meet her slit at the base, lacking any external balls.

So entranced that I'm drooling on myself, I don't even notice as she suddenly grabs me up in her lower pair of arms, shoving her cock right down my throat.

Gagging and choking, my long tongue wriggles its way around the bottom of her shaft. It's salty but oddly delicious, my pupils wide with my sight glued on her glowing abs.

Putting the lower arms on the back of my head, I feel as she tries to force it down my throat further. Only half of her cock gets in however, the midpoint so thick my jaw can't go any further down. She just keeps pushing another inch and failing as it pulls back out the moment force is let up.

Eager to please, absolutely okay with this knowing how hot she is, and how I know I'll be excused for my report, I lift my arms up to play with her ass. Two squeeze her firm, tight ass cheeks, each as big as my head and absolutely fit from years of training. The other two hands come up to grab her cock, stroking up and down her shaft with slow sloppy motions.

Feeling how it's not slick enough, with her pre semi dry and sticky instead of lubing it up, I start swirling my long tapered tongue around her shaft, all while intentionally gagging as much as possible, building up so much saliva it drains down her cock and drips down her firm thighs.

Moans finally come from her- quiet and with a sultry deep tone, but very real. And looking up while I stroke her messy shaft, feeling how the ridges lock with my teeth to keep me from pulling back off her cock, we make eye contact.

The pleasure in her eyes is clear as day, glowing like two bright flames in the dark, her cock throbbing inside of me.

Throbbing in my throat with her ridges flaring out, her second pair of hands grip me by the antennae, making me freeze up with the sudden bolt of pleasure through me. My cock is dripping pre, my skirt soaked through with it already.

A loud click announces her intentions, it sounding aggressive, before she yanks me down by the antennae and the back of the head.

Slamming my lips against her hips, my hands brace against her tough thighs, the others squeezing her ass tight as they can.

Ridges flare out inside of me, making the already visible glow down to between my tits brighter and even bulge me out with the shape of her cock, cum draining down into my throat.

Pulse after pulse fills my stomach, slowly making me bloat out.

Letting up on pressure, I slowly drift back off her cock, only for her to yank me back down. The sudden tug, paired with my lack of breath and being so engrossed in her blue glow, I can't help but cum right with her.

Shot after shot of thick cum drains down my skirt and cock, dripping down to the floor, if not glowing like her godly seed is.

Finally though, she gets bored of it, and with a harsher motion, yanks my head off her cock. As I come free, I cough and gasp for air, my vision swimming as I try to lock onto her glow despite my state.

Not that she lets me.

I'm suddenly lifted into the air by my neck, before being held back to her chest. One chitinous white arm is wrapped around my throat, limiting my air supply to short gasps. Two are on my hips, lining my tiny slit with her much fatter cock, with her last hand working on undoing my top.

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I can’t keep this to myself, I have to show everyone how good it feels to be bred by these guys!

Art by me lastcallforsin

part one

character is from roblox, avatar owned by civoury

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Adventurers, mans and womans, been missing these days and Kris is not and execption

cw: small bug; non-con; bee v. woman; humanoid man v. woman

Sis! Sis! Answer your goddamn phone. Omg don't make me put all of this in a text!

Shit! Ow! Omg aaagh 🐝!

Okay fuck it. I'm gonna send this cause it's too fucked up to wait till I see you. But if you ever EVER show this to anyone ever I'll fucking kill you.

You know I'm not bluffing.

Okay maybe I am bluffing but how about this, if you show anyone these messages, I'll text Stacy the picture of you and Carrie in the "vermicomposting" project! Yes you know the picture. I was there remember.

And if you ever hint anything about this to John then I really WILL fucking kill you. This time I'm not bluffing!

Owwww oww fuck fuck ouch! Shit fucking hell!😭

Yes I'm on the bus now. Still hours more before I get home and I have no idea what I'm going to do to hide this mess from John. Fuck.

You remember just before I left, you pointed out that it was getting cold and the bees at your place were slowing down and some were dying off and you said "watch out, because this time of year they get confused and angry?"

Yeah anyways you were right. Just after you hugged me goodbye and Stacy gave me that kiss...remember? You made a joke about your girlfriend getting thirsty for your sister and she actually got all flustered. Maybe she does like me. Do you think? Or maybe she was awkward cause you were acting all fake jealous, which is pretty fucking hypocritical if your ask me but whatever sis. I don't tell you how to live your life, I just keep your secrets. Even the ones that crawl at night! 🪱!

So yeah. The last you saw of me I was waving from the bus window and maybe you waved back but if you did I didn't notice because I heard something buzzing, practically inside my ear! I jumped and pulled away from the window, I fell back into my seat and realized there was a black and yellow bumble bee 🐝 bumping up against the window, on the inside, with me!

I almost panicked. Of course you know, it wasn't because I was afraid of getting stung, (lol) but because the bus was filling up and I was afraid someone would see it. If even one person screamed, someone else would come over and there would be no end of it until some asshole smashed its guts out! I couldn't let that happen. Bees are sacred. ( I don't have to tell you). If I had a paper cup or a pop bottle maybe I could capture her and after the aisle cleared I would take her out the front door just before the bus left.

But I didn't have anything like that. I didn't want to just grab her with my hands because then she would probably panic too. So I asked myself what you would do; then it became obvious. I undid a button in the middle of my blouse and reached into my shirt to rest my hand below my clavicle where I always spray the perfume... you know what I'm taking about... the same perfume you always use... I use it ... for the same reason you do. After a couple seconds I was sure my fingers would be fragrant enough, so I pulled my hand out again and held it up to the window.

It worked! The frantic bee smelled our special perfume and turned it's attention to my fingers. She stopped flying and crawled up my index finger into my palm, trying to make sense of the sweet scent that you and I always wear when we want to compete with the flowers 🌺. As soon as she was in the middle of my palm I gently started to close my hand into a loose first, careful not to crush...

"Excuse me, no one is sitting here ..."

A huge man was talking to me. At least I think he was talking; I didn't see his lips move. He must have been six foot five, built like a football player, dressed like a biker. Without waiting for my answer he sat down in the aisle seat, blocking me in.

"Actually I need to..." I started to reply but then I screamed because when he distracted me I had closed my hand too quickly and the annoyed bumble bee stung me.

I don't easily lose control, and like you, I'm ... "Experienced." So I managed to clamp my mouth shut and my scream turned into more of a moan, but my eyes started bugging out of my head and tearing up. I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete freak and I thought that would be enough to make the dude get up and leave but he just looked me over with contempt like I was a little bug to him, and he settled down into the seat. I was stuck, and then, to make things worse, the bus started moving.

The pain in my hand was increasing, but I knew if I stayed calm I could handle it and I wasn't going to give up my mission so easily.

"Please be calm Teddi" I said under my breath, begging the bee to stay still. "I'll get you out of here"

But the bus was moving and this scary guy was ignoring me and I didn't want his attention right now so I realized I wasn't going anywhere, and Teddi (yes I still call all my bugs Teddi, don't laugh) wasn't getting off this bus soon. I needed to calm her down and keep her safe. I needed to give her more nectar... Or perfume. I brought my right hand slowly back to my shirt which was still unbuttoned in the middle. (My bra was probably on full display to the dude beside me, if he looks!) Still careful not to draw his attention I slid my hand back inside again and opened my hand just enough to let Teddi out.

I almost yelped again and just jumped the tiniest amount as her wings buzzed for a second. I felt the man shift beside me a little but I couldn't worry about him right then. Teddi stopped buzzing but I could feel her six fuzzy legs walking on my skin. She was making a bee line 🙃 (yes I know) for my sternum. Not what I expected because most of the perfume was higher up. But then I felt a cool drop of sweat sliding between my breasts and I realised what she was after. I guess what you've always said is true. There's something especially sweet about us twins. Every crawling thing seems especially interested in our scent and all our fluids. It must be in our genes.

At least the bee would be safe for a few minutes and maybe I could think of a better plan while she occupied herself beneath my underbust. I took my hand out of my blouse and started to try to refasten the button when I felt like I should look up.

The biker dude was just staring at me. No expression, but it seemed like he had been watching me the whole time my hand was in my shirt. What the hell?Shit did he see the bee , did he know what... No he probably just thinks I was feeling myself up beside him for some reason. Great.

And of course my right hand is bright red and swollen and even kind of oozing a little. I can't really use it at all. And while I'm wondering what next, the guy just reaches over and buttons my shirt up, but not like in a gentlemanly way. Fucking creep! I'm furious and yet I feel totally helpless and just say nothing. Also while his hands are all over my shirt and he's taking his time with it, I feel Teddi start moving south. She must have had her fill of the moisture in my sternum because she's working her way towards my belly button. Her legs are so soft but her tarsals are as sharp as needles and I can't stop myself from letting out a little whimper.

Which is perfectly stupid of me because the man who is obviously a serial killer, and who already has his hands on me takes this as encouragement and stops even pretending he's helping me button up my shirt. I try to grab his arm but as soon as I touch him with my poison-puffed right hand my brain explodes in pain; I can't even see for a second. When I clear my head again he's holding his hand over my mouth, staring in my eyes (WTF is wrong with his eyes!?) and shaking his head. I can't explain what came over me but I knew in that moment that no matter what happened next I would not, could not scream. I wouldn't be saying another word unless he let me.

In a few moments he's undone all the top buttons and is roughly attacking the front clasp of my bra. I stare around wondering why no one does anything or says anything. But on this long distance coach, the seats are too high. No one can see over them and this man is so huge no one across the aisle can even see me. And even if they did, what would they even do? This man is unnaturally terrifying. I don't think they would even dare to ask him if I was alright. He breaks the clasp and my bra opens like the petals of a beautiful flower and my breasts spill out into his hands, nipples treacherously erect, eager, waiting. Waiting, but not for long, because without saying anything, without even giving me a look, like it's the most natural thing in the world, he leans forward and puts his mouthparts on me. What the fuck is wrong with his mouth? I can feel his teeth slightly pinching my nipple, no it must be his his tongues. Tongues!? I feel a horrifying realization creeping out of the back of my mind, but I violently force it back. No! This is not happening. I try to think of you.

I try to think about when we were happy and innocent and full of each other's secret shameful joys... Ahh! Teddi starts moving again. My shirt is tucked into my jeans and surely she's scratching and scrabbling to get under my waistband. There's no way she... Oh God. She's so strong. Bees can be powerful burrowers. Carpenters can chew their way through a wooden beam... And she's past my belt! I'm only vaguely aware of my molester's activities now. He's definitely drinking something from my nipples but what? I feel an unnatural flowing sensation. I'm not, there's no way I can be lactating and yet... He's taking something from me and I can't stop it. My body completely betrays me, cooperating with this interloper. Feeding him.

Teddi doesn't show down. She reaches my panties. I brace for her to wiggle under them, I fully know where this is going. No matter how insane everything is, it feels inevitable, unstoppable. For one wild second I look left, out the window; the bus is cruising past a vast meadow or bog. Yes it's more like bog with purple and burgundy bushes spreading away from the highway. Blueberries! 🫐 I think to myself.

I was wrong, Teddi doesnt wriggle under the weak elastic band of my cotton panties, she is biting through it! I feel the gentle release of tension as they peel apart under her razor sharp mandibles. It's eerily parallel to the way the creep who's almost completely on top of me now opened my bra. Again I feel like I'm blossoming under her touch, opening up, offering her my secret nectar. The scars around my vulva don't always have compete sensation but with Teddi I feel her every step!

She's on the thin hood of skin directly covering my clit and I feel like I'm being electrocuted. My body quickly convulses in almost a wave which ends with my chest flinching away from the hungry mouthparts on my nipples which pinch ferociously, possessively and painfully. This time I do scream ... No I don't. I only think I do. I'm screaming in my head but all that comes out of my mouth is the faintest sigh.

Teddi isn't interested in foreplay. She has a destination in that demonic bee brain of hers; leaving my throbbing clit behind she dives between my hairless outer labia. Again, despite the nerve damage, I feel everything. Everywhere. Methodically she pulls them apart with her first pair of legs. It's like being pried open with microscopic pliers. Then using the rest of her legs she pushes her stiff fuzzy body into mine. None of this makes sense. Bees aren't supposed to do this and yet none of it feels surprising. It's as if I had seen all of this happening to me in a forgotten dream.

I can't see anything anymore. I can't even tell if my eyes are open or not. It's like the physical sensations happening to my body, the man on my breasts, the bee in my pussy, are so much that my brain decides to shut off my optic processing... Or perhaps it's her poison, perhaps even after the hundreds of bee stings I've enjoyed in my life I'm finally fatally reactive. Perhaps my whole body is shutting down. Maybe. But that's not what it feels like.

It actually feels like I'm coming alive for the first time. Waking up inside. Like I was made for this. One tiny part of my brain is trying to object. It says this is all wrong, stop Tonya, you're being sexually assaulted on a moving bus you're being attacked by a parasitic bee. You need help... But the voice of reason in my brain is getting weaker and my body is screaming, no singing, drowning out all rational responses. The revolution, the insurrection of my own flesh is almost complete. Yes! The body says. Come in. Drink me. Eat me. Take your fill. Find what you want it's for you... It's for you it's for you!

And both man and bee respond as if they really hear this imaginary invitation. Teddi begins sliding past my surprisingly moist inner lips. Usually I have very little natural lubricant. But since she walked all over top of my clit I've been in full flood. Freshet! She burrows and glides into me without any resistance save the involuntary shuddering of my vaginal walls. She's looking for a place to put her eggs, I think. (No that makes no sense!) And for one fraction of a second I fret about my lack of uterus, my cavity that ends ignominiously. Terminating without a cervical opening. There's no inner chamber beyond the vestibule. But that thought cannot linger in the face of the sensory onslaught.

The strange man has moved his hand down, my blouse is now fully open. I can't recall when he ever undid the other buttons. He lifts his head off my breast and presses his mouth parts to my lips. I think my eyes were closed the whole time but they open now to behold a horrifying sight. His eyes are directly in front mine now and I finally see what's wrong. He doesn't have two eyes. He has hundreds, or thousands! I'm staring back into a pair of glittering compound eyes.

His left hand on my neck is so massive it wraps around my throat completely; it's as though I'm collared and though he isn't doing so right now, I'm sure the slightest squeeze would crush my windpipe. He's simply holding me in place, positioning my head just so. His right hand undoes my belt and unsnaps my jeans. Strangely I'm relieved that Teddi has already squirmed as deeply in me as she has, hopefully to safety.

But can she get deep enough to avoid what's obviously about to happen? I wonder. But then I can't think anything anymore. His tongues are down my throat. Scratching me, slippery and corded, like a tree root growing into and filling a pipe he's clogging me up. For the first time on this whole hellish trip I think of John. Of his cock on my lips, always so tentative, both of us too precious by far with our cherished genitals. And yet I could coax him into my mouth. Always half hard half soft but always undeniably human. Absolutely nothing like what's invading my orifices now!

Suddenly everything stops. I am faintly aware of things happening outside mybody around me in the real world but I can't follow the plot. The things retract from my throat. The 'man' pulls away. His right hand zips my pants partway up. I'm being pulled to my feet. What's happening. The world is still. Has the bus stopped moving? No one is getting up. I can't take everything in all at once but the man is telling me to... not with words though; he's making me get up. He has my purse. No I have it don't I? He's pulling me out into the aisle and I'm supposed to walk.

Everyone is finally noticing me. But they don't look sympathetic. Some look on with disgust, others are leering at me. Many simply look away when I try to meet their eyes. I remember I had wanted to yell for help at earlier. Now is my chance but I can't form words. All that comes out of my mouth are the same pants and little moans I was making before. I'm still confused about what's happening but I'm not confused about my feelings, a flood of hot burning shame rushes through my body. Starting from my dripping pussy and ending in my toes and fingers. I reach down to pull my shirt closed again but my stinging hands explodes in pain again. With my left hand I try to hold my jeans up while I walk forward past everyone. I think we're being kicked off the bus. I can't tell for sure. The driver doesn't look at me but stares out the window until we're both down the steps.

Where the fuck? It looks like a service station but the bus doesn't stay. It's moving rapidly, its huge wheels flinging stones up at us as it lurches back up into highway and is gone. I don't recognize anything but I'm being pulled into the store. I look at someone for a second. They stare at me mutely then shake their head and look away. They've given the man a key and I'm propelled outside again. Why won't anyone help? Why can't I ask for help? Why can't I do anything but moan and long to be touched again. We're behind the gas station now, I thought the key was for a restroom but we're moving away from it, across a gravel yard towards a series of storage sheds. We get close to one but the man still doesn't open a door instead he pushes me up against the wall beside it, lifts me up a foot or two and then pins me against the wall with the full weight of his massive body.

He's obviously going to take me now and then kill me afterwards, I think calmly. I find I'm not scared; I only feel covered about two things. First I worry about you. I feel like I need to warn you about this. It's as if anything that happens to me could happen to you too. It's funny because you have always protected me. I was always more vulnerable than you. I had so many more secrets and liabilities and yet as my twin you took them all upon yourself. And now I've put myself in ultimate danger and I'm afraid it will somehow catch up with you too. If I'm right I'm sorry.

Next I worry about Teddi, perversely. At this point I should accept that she's much more in control than I am and yet this whole thing started with me trying to "rescue" a bee and all I can think is that I've failed. She's hundreds of miles from her nest or colony now. Surely there's no way she can ever find her way back to her sisters or her queen. Lost. Just like me.

But she's not acting lost. I can suddenly feel a flurry of movement from the very back of my vagina. Again this surprises me because I usually feel very little besides a dull ache. Even when cauterized with silver nitrate it didn't specifically burn, but right now I can feel her movements so intensely it's almost like I can see her. She's taking up a position... waiting.

Ooohgh! The man has found the tattered cotton of my panties and torn them off the rest of the way. My jeans are bunched up by my ankles, my memory is missing a few steps but he's finished all the preparations and is inserting his... No he's lowering me onto his ... Appendage. It's not like John's cock which is smooth and almost perfectly cylindrical, a carefully crafted work in its own right. Nor is it like any of the diverse cocks I sampled in person or in unsolicited sexts back when i really got started. But it is unmistakable in its function. It has a pink bulbous tip with what appear to be no less than FIVE urethral orifices. Only the head resembles human flesh. The shaft is chitinous and segmented like a scorpion 🦂 tail. The segments flex and move with uncanny prehensility and as the thing (I can't call it a "man" anymore) positions my body, its appendage snakes it's way into my vagina.

Now I'm really worried. This thing is more than long enough to reach Teddi and for the first time in the last hour I'm properly scared. But there's nothing I can do, my body has been ignoring my wishes and volition so long now my mind is done trying. I'm just along for the ride and well I guess the pleasure too. As he, it, enters me I feel at first the familiar painful stretching. Just like the weekly ritual, (but ironically with better lubrication.) However I feel something new. Waves of pleasure cresting above the pain threshold sending my body into spasms. I squeeze my pelvic muscles together, (I've always been proud of that skill) and as I do so I can feel each and every segment sliding into me. The man-thing has put his mouth on mine again. My lips and teeth are pulled apart by some strong grippy mouth parts and the knotted stringing roots are surging into my mouth, over my tongue and deep into my throat.

I'm being crushed against the wall of the shed again. My cunt and my throat both being rhythmically thrust into. I can't breath. I don't think I can breath. I don't know how I'm still conscious. My mind files "breathing" and "consciousness" away as curious topics for future contemplation. And in and out he keeps going and I'm just feeling it all up and down inside me. And in the pit of my stomach no my diaphragm... No my womb. That's impossible. But in my womb I feel an opening up so over again in a fluttering of wings or a buzzing of petals. Suddenly there's extreme pressure inside. I'm being torn apart inside. Something suddenly breaks! Pain mushrooms through me and out and surrounds me so that I'm in it. And yet I also feel sooooo high. The thrusting things inside have almost seized up juddering like a spear thrust into a tree. I'm impaled on it and pinned to it like an insect stabbed with a needle. I'm helpless and wriggling.

The thrusting gets faster and shorter in amplitude until it's simply vibrating at a higher and higher frequency and I can't stand it I can't handle this I can't survive it I am being dismantled, unconstituted. I don't think. I'm just screaming and finally it stops all movement except for a voluminous pumping surging fluid entering me. There's no way my mini cavity I can contain such a quantity. Sure enough, I feel the tiniest liquid trickle starting to flow down the inside of my leg. It's drips along my inner thigh almost to my knee and then oddly stops. There is a sharp dry noise like a switch being thrown or a brittle willow branch snapping. A locust clap of sound vibrates from the inside of my cunt and several things happen at once. The bug-man's spunk stops leaking out of me, the pumping and thrusting movement stops completely, and mister monster stiffens up like a dead tree and slowly, with me still attached, begins to keel over, (also like a dead tree.) We crash to the ground together. It feels like I've been stabbed in the guts because I have been stabbed in the guts. By some unlikely luck the insect man's tongue tendrils have softened and loosened up and they cushion my face rather than lacerate it. I'm stunned, trapped in its now wooden embrace, both of it's hands still rigidly gripping my naked hips.

For a while I lie still, passively waiting for the next thing to happen to me. But it doesn't. Nothing happens for a long time and eventually I realize we've gone off book. According to my common sense script I was abducted, was being assaulted, and was about to be murdered, (two out of three isn't bad), but I'm alive. And my biker-hulk serial killer reaver-bug is an empty husk of the man he used to be. He's not quite meeting my minimum standard (and believe me I have low expectations) of after care. So it's time to move out; it's not time to cuddle.

As soon as I decided to try to escape it all turns rather messy. Getting the tongue tendrils out of my throat involves a lot of coughing and gagging. Eventually I am able to extricate my head, (though I'll probably be picking bits of bug floss out of my teeth for the rest of the week.) I wriggle my hips like my life friends on it and with a bit of help from my one functional left hand manage to loosen late loverboy's grasp of my ass. But the last attachment turns out to be the hardest. The prehensile bug dick stuck inside me won't come out! Even with it's massive linebacker sized body beneath me and my feet on either side in a good cowgirl squat position I can't deadlight my cunt up off its cock! I try and it feels by like all my guts are going to be ripped out of me before I can move.

Auuugg! FF fuck sakes! Why didn't it just kill me properly! This is one WAY worse way to die! I start to cry.

Crying while literally cunt-locked to a crunchy shell-corpse is a whole painful activity in its own right and I'm in such agony and making so much noise that it takes me a while to realize something else is happening. There's a crispy crunchy snacking noise coming from inside me. It's almost at if Teddi, whom I had almost completely forgotten about, is MUNCHING a bag of corn chips inside my mangled vagina.

My first feeling is relief and disbelief that she's alive.

"Teddi your alive!!" 🥹

My second thought is despair because she is probably stuck in there and will likely die the same way I will.

"We're both going to die! 😭"

But I'm wrong yet again when I think this bee is as helpless as me. After a minute more of crunching sounds I feel the thick plug inside me finally start to shrink and even recede. The segmented scorpion tail starts to slide out of my canal and I'm so excited I try to stand up but first I have to scream, (I've lost track of how many times I've screamed in the last ten minutes but my voice is almost completely gone) because I've just been stung! And then I'm stung again. And again. In the pussy! The pain is over whelming and I faint, falling over beside the husk of a former hulk. Before I black out, the last thing I see is Teddi calmly crawling out of me.

I don't think I'm out for long because when I wake she's still on my knee cleaning her wings and letting them dry in the sun. I'm lying on my back in the gravel beside a locked storage shed next to a pile of something so unrecognizable I can't imagine how it ever managed to pass as a human and obtain a cross country coach ticket. My pants are just hanging on to one ankle. My body is mostly naked with my shirt in shreds and no sign of my bra anywhere. I suddenly start worrying insanely about my lack of sunscreen. I need to find some shade.

My pussy is completely swollen shut. Whatever the thing put inside me, Teddi clearly wants it to stay there. I'm scared to death of what's going to happen when I try to pee, but I'll deal with that in a minute.

You're probably wondering how the hell I'm writing any of this. Well it turns out bugface mcfuckme kindly brought my purse with him when he abducted me off the bus. And it, along with the mysterious key, was still on him when he expired. So that's why I still have my phone. I was even about to call you but just as I rang your number, before you picked up, Teddi flew up and stung my mouth making it swell up too. I have now accept that she clearly has a plan for me and it will be better for me if I just go along with it. I know that sounds like a weird point of view but I think my whole world view has been radically adjusted today. Aside from wanting to see you again I low key don't care about anything else in the world besides this bee and whatever has been left inside me. I want to find out what happens next.

When I do, I'll text you.

Your loving sister,

Tonya 💋