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Chapter Four
Whispered voices in the forest reached her ears, causing them to flicker. She didn’t move a muscle, sending her long tongue down her mouth tube to get a taste of the air.
It was fresh from the recent rain, with a faint hint of honey on the breeze. She grinned with anticipation. If she had set everything up correctly, the new intruders were about to fall into her trap.
Her enlarged eyes gave her good vision in the twilight woods, a small stream flowing beneath the branch she had clung to. The area beside the trail had been cleared of all brush, the ground churned and cultivated, made into an enticing alcove.
She had been busy since she had packaged Violet up in her cocoon, spreading the organic carpet of rubber around the area to make a nice bed for her seeds. She had taken extra care to plant them, though it was not really necessary. Their unnatural vigor ensured that they had grown to a mature size within hours, pitcher shaped leaves quickly filling with the rubbery honey produced in their stalks.
If anyone was foolish enough to step in the sunken pool of honey she had dug into the forest floor, they would be well and truly caught. This was a superhero headquarters, however, and they would likely be suspicious of anything unusual. She would have to move quickly to secure her prey.
That was why she had weaved a large net made out of wax strands imbued with sticky honey, draping it from the upper limbs of the tree she was resting in. If they were distracted with what was happening below, it was unlikely that they would think to look up.
She twisted her head to look at the bulbous cocoon she had secured to the tree. She could sense that the precious cargo inside was gestating, but she didn’t know precisely when the new bee woman would emerge. She hoped it would be soon - she definitely was going to need the help with expanding her Hive. The honey filled orgies they would soon experience would be legendary.
But first they needed to increase the number of honey pots for storage, and grow the necessary plants to spread the rubbery mixture throughout the forest until it was inextricable. It would already be difficult for them to remove the Hives at the bay area gardens, but with her secret Hive, she would make it impossible for them to be stopped. The rubber bees were here to stay, and many would experience the pleasure of sinking into the golden honey, their bodies twisting into caricatures of their former selves. The honey must flow.
She burped, massaging her belly. She was only running at half capacity at the moment. With all the required expenditures, there hadn’t been enough time to gather more nectar from the rubber plants. All that would change once she had captured these new victims. Soon, she’d have plenty of rubber bees to tend her garden.
Her ears tilted, sitting relaxed as she took in the ambient sounds of the forest. Her arms clicked together as an audible conversation began to reach her ears.
“I don’t know why we have to be out here at all,” objected a male voice. “The cameras probably just got gummed up from random insect activity. It shouldn’t be our job to clean them off like common housekeepers.”
A long suffering sigh escaped the lips of the woman trudging next to him. Her arms were folded, and she frowned at her partner. “Damn it, Rover, you know that weird things have been going on lately. Several heroes have vanished, without a trace, and we need to make sure the perimeter is secure.”
The man paused and frowned as the toe of his boot dug into the muddy ground. “Then you should go do it yourself, Crystal,” he retorted sarcastically. “You’ve always been a stickler about rules. It would have been much easier if we just blew this off and checked in the morning. You know, when we can actually see?”
“Look,” replied the shorter heroine, her back arched. “I don’t want to do this any more than you do, but the Oracle will know if we shirk our duties, and I’m not interested in being assigned washing up duty three days in a row!”
Oola grunted to herself in satisfaction. They were unaware, and were walking directly into her trap. If she played this right, they’d have little opportunity to use their powers before they were swept off their feet and dosed with the hypnotic honey.
The two heroes slowed as they rounded a bend, ending up near the stream. “Do you smell something?” asked the man, coming to a halt. He strained his neck, lifting his nose as if it was a snout. “It’s sweet, like honey. We’re not about to wander into a beehive, are we?”
The woman snapped her fingers together, and a spark of blue light flickered around her wrist, forming into a consolidated flame. She lifted her hand high, peering around at the creaking shadows of the tree limbs. She shivered, shrinking back. “I don’t know, but I’m allergic. If I get stung, I’ll need immediate medical attention.”
Oola grinned, lifting her wings. It wouldn’t take much to startle this one. She just needed to wait for the right time.
“Aw, geez, now you’re sounding like me,” retorted the man, shrugging his shoulders. “Hey, why don’t you direct that light over here?”
They had stopped on the path next to the small clearing she had prepared. The light the heroine was producing was washing out her view of the plants, but she knew that the pitcher-like leaves were leaning towards the humans, offering them bowls full of honey for them to taste. Would they take the bait, or would Oola have to encourage them?
Leaning over the edge of the branch, she barfed out a glob of rubbery wax onto her forearms, waiting patiently as she watched the curious humans below. With the element of surprise, she could very likely nab one of them before the other could react, but which one was the most dangerous target?
She already had a sense of what the woman could do, but the man was something of a mystery. She hadn’t been very approachable in her past life, aloof and alone except for a handful of close friends.
She hated the unknown, so perhaps she should deal with the man first. Angling her legs, she remained silent, watching and waiting to see what they would do next.
The man scooted right to the edge of the rubbery pool, peering out into the blackness. “Have you ever seen plants like this before?” he asked, reaching out to grasp the thick lip of one of the bowls filled with honey.
He applied pressure with his thumb, and the lip curled towards him, some of the contents spilling onto his hand. He yelped in surprise, letting go as he took a step back.
The leaf flipped upwards, splashing its contents all over the surprised hero. He flung his hands upwards as his heel caught against a root, his body leaning backwards as he tried to regain his balance.
Unfortunately for him, he was at just the right angle for his foot to slide into the smooth side of the hole Oola had dug, sending him tumbling into the pit with a rough splash. Oola squeezed her eyes together, unable to stop herself from making a rough chortling sound through her trunk. What a fool!
The other hero lifted her glowing hand, looking around with dinner plate eyes. “Rover?” she shouted, her voice rising. “Are you okay? I’m not jumping in there after you!”
The excitement of the situation must have masked Oola’s mirth, for Crystal didn’t look up. A low moan came from somewhere deep within the pit, followed by splashing sounds. “I’m completely covered in this muck,” the man groaned.
He was going to have a lot more problems in short order, for the aroma of the honey had him in its grip. Oola watched with an expectant eye as the man’s movements creaked to a halt before he reached the edge of the hole. “It smells… wonderful!” he exclaimed, a rush of breath escaping his lips as he ducked down.
Gathering a handful of the rubbery substance, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. “It tastes wonderful, too!” he said reverently.
“Stop that!” commanded Crystal, sounding rather uncertain. “We don’t know what it is! We should take a sample and get Oracle to process it!”
“Why bother?” chuckled Rover. “This must be another one of her crazy experiments. She’s probably watching us right now to catch our live reactions.”
He took another sip and sighed. “It’s so sweet and thick. I could drink this stuff for ages. We could bottle it and serve it at the cafeteria. Maybe use it as a syrup topping on ice cream or pancakes!”
“Rover?” said Crystal in a high pitched voice. “Climb out of that mess right now or I’m going to run for help!”
“Whatever for?” Rover sighed, rubbing the honey over his chest as he stood up. “It’s warm and tingly. You really should join me, we could have a mud bath together.” He struck a pose, an inviting grin on his face.
Oola wasn’t waiting around to see whether she’d accept his invitation. Standing up on the tree branch, she scurried towards the trunk. She could tell from the heroine’s expression that she was preparing to flee, and she wanted to be in position to cut her off.
Nimbly skirting around the side of the tree trunk, she slid down a small chute of waxy rubber she had mounted at the rear for just this kind of situation. Pulling her abdomen up to her chest, she slid down onto a thick pad of rubber honey she had installed at the base.
Standing on her multitude of legs, she touched her antennae together, creating a glowing, red spark between them. With their height above her head, they would serve as a nice distraction as she closed with the heroine.
Dropping onto the path, she lifted her antennae high and looked for her intended target down the dark pathway. She frowned as she realized that there was no one there. Did the heroine possess the power of invisibility?
Her gut clenched. If that was the case, she might actually be in trouble here!
Clacking her forearms together, she scurried along the ground, her antennae drifting back and forth as she peered out into the night. The glare was intolerable, making it hard to see anything.
Realizing her mistake, she turned them off, afterimages sparkling in her vision. She paused, trying to regain her bearings. A trickle of fear ran up her back as a blast of cold air rocked the forest. Where had she gone?
A sudden spark on the path was the only warning she received as sharp shards of crystal hammered at her face, smashing into her sensitive horn. She roared, instinctively straightening up to her full height as she jumped forward, slashing at the night air.
Nothing. It was just as she had feared. The heroine had managed to hide herself, nullifying most of her advantages.
She was running out of time. If the heroine escaped, the Hive would be discovered prematurely, and she’d have to leave for somewhere else. Somewhere less suitable.
More crystals slammed into her side, and she hissed in pain, rushing off the path. Lifting her snout, she licked at the air, breathing heavily through the holes in her back.
If her eyes weren’t working, she’d just have to utilize her other senses to track down her attacker. All she had to do was look for something out of place, something that disturbed the overwhelming scent of honey.
With her body so large, it would be hard to hide herself entirely. She scurried around the rear of the tree to give herself some protection anyway, flicking her tongue out as she attempted to detect the heroine’s presence.
The heroine was smart enough not to cry out or look for her compatriot, which was a bad sign. An intelligent hero would make this much more difficult.
Clutching at the trunk, she reached out for the new abilities that had been granted to her as a Hive queen. If she clicked the spiracles on her back in a specific way, she could send out a sound pulse that would disturb the layers of misty honey hanging thickly over the forest.
Click. Click.
She waited patiently, using the throbbing pain as a way to center herself in the here and now. The heroine couldn’t remain still forever. She’d make a move soon, and then she’d have her.
Click. Click.
The honey shifted, farther down the path. Good, she hadn’t been followed.
Planting her talons in the tree, she climbed up the side, scowling as her abdomen brushed against some of the foliage.
Click. Click.
Yes, the heroine had heard that. She had slowed her steps in the mist, the sense of her body shifting. She was probably looking for another shot. Damn.
And yet… this was the perfect opportunity!
A rush of excitement chattered through her limbs as she reached out for the line she had set up earlier. She just needed that heroine to close the gap a little bit. Perhaps if she acted wounded?
Letting out a keening cry, she slid her enlarged abdomen over the side of the tree branch, exposing her bulbous ass. She flailed her legs, as if she was having trouble finding purchase.
Within a matter of moments, a flare of sapphire light exploded from the pathway below, stabbing a line of crystal shards into her abdomen. Damn, that hurt!
She was leaking some honey from the wounds in her body, but that would only serve to increase the seductive scent filling the woods. In the end, the heroine really had no idea what she was dealing with.
A sense of triumph burst through her belly as she pulled at the thread. The waxy net she had carefully threaded through the canopy fell softly to the forest floor, covering the entire trail.
The white threads wrapped around an invisible body, sticking to her limbs as she began to struggle. Oola chuckled to herself as the woman spun about, trying to move back towards the lab.
The thick net simply tangled up her legs, gluing them together into a single mass. Within a step or two, she lost her balance, falling into the gentle embrace of the uncountable threads.
Oola dropped on top of the woman with a painful huff. She had caused her quite a bit of trouble, and she wasn’t willing to play around with this one. Now that she had been captured, she was intent on making sure she would remain secure.
Oola slammed her abdomen over the woman’s torso, pinning her in place. The woman growled, trying to lift her arms to shoot her with more crystals, but Oola grabbed her hands with her talons, squeezing them until the woman cried out in pain.
This was exactly what she had been waiting for. She leaned over, flipping her head into position, her tongue stabbing into the heroine’s mouth. The tip swelled rapidly, pushing the woman’s tongue to the floor of her mouth while tickling at her gag reflex.
Her throat heaved, and Oola knew that she had her. Once the mouth tube had been established, there was no escape from her honey.
Her stomach flipped, gurgling as jelly exploded down her tongue into the woman’s mouth, being roughly pushed into the back of her throat.
The outside circular flap of her mouth tube clamped around the woman’s lips and chin, sealing itself in place with wax. Now, she could be as rough as she liked, and none of the honey she was injecting would escape.
Pressing her hands onto the heroine’s shoulders, she stared down at her vindictively. She had been wounded by this woman, and she had no incentive to make sure that this transformation was pleasant.
Her antennae extended, slamming into the woman’s forehead. She didn’t hold back as she had with Violet, pushing her overwhelming desires into the woman’s brain. Her eyes rolled up as the pressure evaporated her thoughts, smoothing her brain until she could think of nothing but the rubbery honey.
Oola’s mouth tube vibrated back and forth, shoving more honey down her throat as the connection solidified. The woman tried to lift her head from the ground, but it was all she could do to continue swallowing the honey without choking.
Oola forced herself to ease up as the woman’s face turned blue, giving her the chance to take a breath or two. She looked dazed, her eyes dull as her chest began to swell.
The honey was already starting to affect her, but this was only the beginning for her. Oola wasn’t feeling particularly charitable, and the Hive was going to need plenty of honey pots to ensure its survival.
She opened the hole in her chest, squeezing her muscles to expel a spurt of dark honey. It spattered over the woman’s body, sizzling where it hit her bodysuit and the waxy net cords. The net had served its purpose - now that she had captured her prey, she needed to move the heroine to her final resting place.
Grabbing her shoulders, she pulled the woman’s dangling body into her bosom, leaning back to rest on her ass. Running her hands over the woman’s back, she spread layers of honey up and down her spine as her mouth continued to pulse.
With her antennae in place, she had complete control over the heroine’s body, so she wasn’t concerned about any struggling she might do. No, she just needed to emplace her in the garden so that she could move on to dealing with the other hero.
She hadn’t seen any sign of him since he had entered the honey pit, and it was quite possible that he was snoozing near the edge. Still, he was a loose end that needed to be cleaned up - it would be foolish of her to discount his presence after this one had proved to have more bite than she had anticipated.
Lurching towards the pool, she realized that her legs weren’t working as well as she was expecting. The crystal spikes must have done more damage than she had anticipated. She would need to have a nice rest in the rubbery honey to recuperate. If only there wasn’t so much that needed to be accomplished!
Her wings buzzed as she stepped into the honey pit, increasing the glow from her antennae so that she could better see her surroundings. Shuffling to the side, she spotted what she had been looking for - a rubber pot plant, the secondary stalk curling around to the rear of a fat base in a shape reminiscent of a P-trap on a drain pipe.
In the center was a long, oval fruit in the shape of a football. Perched around it was a fan-shaped protrusion, concave like a bicycle seat. Behind that, the rest of the plant extended on a separate stem, a dinner plate sized blossom sitting closed at the end, waiting to be used. It was exactly what Oola needed.
Lifting her captive, she spread her legs apart, noting the gaping hole at her crotch where the honey had burned away her spandex outfit. Crawling forward, she moved the woman over the main stalk of the plant, lining up the dark hole of her pussy with the tip of the bulging fruit.
It looked vaguely green in the dim light, with spines running up the sides at regular intervals. Oola had never tried one of these before, but it didn’t look all that pleasant. She shrugged. The woman deserved to experience some pain for what she had done to her.
Forcing more honey into the woman’s mouth, she lowered her steadily until the bulbous fruit prodded at her inner lips. The fruit’s greenish top squeezed together, a small spurt of honey emitting from its tip as it reconfigured itself into a more slender profile.
This had the secondhand effect of lubricating the surface, allowing Oola to lower the heroine onto the stalk with ease. The corded base tensed, shoving the fruit deeper inside the woman, the length bulging as it squirted more of the honey inside her.
Crystal’s lower body shivered as the stalk rammed home, the apex sitting tightly against her cervix. The end of the fruit flowered open, eliciting a groan from her nose as it pressed deeper inside, a thin, tongue-like appendage tickling her interior.
Eventually, her muscles gave up the fight, allowing the thin tendril inside to plant itself in her womb. Given time, it would grow and expand, altering her belly until it was the perfect place to store top quality honey.
Oola let some of the woman’s weight settle onto the plant, moving her legs around the stalk until her feet were braced on some leaves, her butt resting on the semi-circular seat at the rear.
Bracing her hands around Crystal’s head, she gave the woman an additional mental push to ensure that she would remain stupefied as the plant turned her into a proper honey pot.
She slipped her antennae off the woman’s forehead as she pressed her lips tight, forming the wax plug that would be needed to seal off her mouth. It didn’t need to be quite as thick or firm as usual, since the plant would handle the rest.
She pressed the plug into place, running the edge of her tongue around in a circle to ensure the seal was tight. There.
Popping her mouth off, she sat back and watched, her belly gurgling with satisfaction. She had never seen this next part before, and it was sure to be exciting.
The large flower head at the rear of the plant levered up and over the woman’s head, irising open to reveal the brilliant, yellow blossom within. Striations of orange and brown ran through the petals, glistening honey seeping from the tips.
The leaves on the gigantic stalk rustled as it extended to its full height, leaning over the heroine like a shower head. It continued to open wider, the petals tilting to reveal a concavity in the shape of a large gourd, where the pistil would normally be located.
Crystal suddenly exhaled a groan through her nose and looked up in fright, but it was too late. The blossom rushed down, wrapping itself over her skull in one fell swoop.
She began to wriggle, but the flower was clamped over her face, wrapping tightly around her neck. It didn’t matter how much she swayed or batted at the stalk with her hands - it had locked itself in place.
The blossom turned downwards, exposing the features of the woman’s face in the back of the rubbery bloom as it suctioned itself tightly to her skin.
There were concavities and bumps where her nose, ears, and eyes had been, but none of that was necessary now. The plant was installing stalks into her nose and ears, taking complete control of her environment. She belonged to it now.
Folding her arms, Oola sighed, happy to see the plant wrapping its prey tightly in its grip. The petals around the woman’s neck fluttered as they moved downwards, widening to swallow her shoulders. Given time, her entire body would be embraced, and then she would become a truly productive member of the Hive.
The stalk below gurgled as it swelled with honey, spurting its contents directly into the woman’s womb. She was already well on her way towards becoming a honey pot, and nothing she could do would change that fact now.
Nothing she could do. Groaning, Oola touched a talon to her ass, which was peppered with sharp crystals. That hurt, but she didn’t have time to address it now - she had lost track of the second hero. Where the heck had he gone?
Sighing, she turned her head, trying to ignore the sounds of the woman thrashing as she examined the rubbery pit. It was burbling, but there didn’t appear to be any rubber covered figures lurking above or below the surface.
He could have escaped, which meant that she needed to check the entire periphery for traces of his exit. It would take a mighty, strong willed person to escape the hypnotic effects of the honey, though, and she wasn’t quite convinced that he had managed to work himself free.
Dropping her hands to the bubbling honey, she grabbed a handful and spread it over her tingling ass. There came immediate relief, and she let out a sigh. Oh, how she wished that she had time for a swim!
Too bad. She hadn’t reached her goal tonight, and she wasn’t going to stop until she had. The Hive was too important.
Pulling herself out of the side of the pit, she marched along the trail, studying the edge for signs of any splashes of honey. This was rather difficult, as her struggle with Crystal had been rather messy.
Still, she could discount the spot where she had entangled her prey with the net. She also had a sense of where the other hero had fallen into the pit, so she circled wide and came around the other direction.
She stopped as she spotted a rough patch of dirt. Someone had definitely climbed up the side here, and they had left a mess of smeared honey in their wake.
Suspicious, she spun up a batch of wax in her mouth, folding her wings so that she could fit through a small gap in the trees. He couldn’t have gone far, as this direction was away from the main trail, and it would be difficult for him to push through the undergrowth.
A sudden yowl took her by surprise, a hand filled with claws carving into her side. She screeched with indignation, her talons rattling as she lifted her hands in self defense.
The wild animal didn’t hold back, her eyes catching a glimpse of a furry muzzle as the beast came at her again. Trunk wobbling, she spat a blob of waxy rubber at his face, but he dodged it, raising his claws for another assault.
It seemed impossible, but she was losing. Her bulk was too large to catch his nimble attacks, and her spit was too inaccurate to land on him before he could carve her up. Worried, she tried to retreat, but her torso became pinned between the two trees she had just squeezed through, leaving her with no room to maneuver.
Wheezing, she braced herself for another burst of pain, but there came a blur of motion, and suddenly the wolf-like creature was gone. A sharp cry came from somewhere above her, a hissing bulk whirring into the tree trunk next to her with a solid thud.
Oola roared as she spotted the dazed wolfman, trying her best to extricate her bulk from between the trees. She could feel the bark giving, but she was still hopelessly stuck.
A small figure suddenly appeared above the furry man, golden wings buzzing. The bee woman’s head tilted up, her mouth tube rattling as she hooted a short blast at Oola.
Oola replied with her own trumpeting call, then relaxed. The bee woman had told her that this was her prey, and that she shouldn’t interfere.
Oola might have been offended, but instead she felt a sense of pride as she recognized this as her newly hatched daughter. Very few traces remained of the former Violet, her bee eyes and bulging belly marking her transformation as complete.
She grinned at the woman’s bulbous abdomen and glistening sides, the curve coming off the back of her skull looking sleek. She had been turned into an expert hunter. This wolfman never stood a chance.
Violet jumped on top of the hero, slamming him to the ground. He spun about, trying to rake her with his talons, but he missed, and she used his momentum to flip him over like a turtle. Twin, arching tubes mounted to her shoulders burped, orbs of sticky wax splashing over his back and arms.
She grabbed his wrists and held them together as the wax solidified into a solid mass, preventing him from being able to slash at her. Changing her target, she fired more of the wax at his legs, binding his ankles together. Within a matter of moments, he was trussed like a game hen.
The bee woman tilted her head up towards Oola, giving her a satisfied hoot. Oola nodded her head in understanding, pulling herself out of the restriction. This hero wasn’t going anywhere. She could leave his capture and transformation up to her progeny.
As she moved away, she spotted Violet flipping the man over, revealing his unwanted erection. Violet slid over his waist, her fat abdomen landing on his knees as she spread her legs wide to reveal her wet pussy. She swallowed him whole in less than a second, her upper body leaning over to press swollen breasts against his chest, honey spurting from her nipples.
Soon, Violet would connect her mouth to his, and she would pump him full of her honey, overwhelming his rational mind. He had already splashed around in the pit of honey, which had primed him for conversion. After spending a day in a cocoon, he’d become an excellent warrior drone for the Hive.
She didn’t need to interfere with the process - she trusted her newly converted servant. Instead, she needed to heal up so that she could confront her next target. The Hive must grow, must infest this area fully before they could be eradicated.
With this mission in mind, she slid her bulk into the sloshing pit of honey, her shoulders relaxing as she descended below the surface. The warmth embraced her as her vision was eclipsed, the sharp spikes of her spiracles the only things remaining above the surface.
Her mind cleared, focusing on the sense of wellbeing the honey brought. She would rest, and her body would heal. Then, she would tackle the next hurdle.
She sighed, her body caressed by the viscous fluid as she planted herself against the bottom of the pool.
Chapter Five
Oola rubbed her tongue against the slick roof of her mouth, using her sensitive horn to listen for any unexpected sounds in the surrounding lab. There came nothing but the hissing noise of the air conditioning system and the buzzing flicker of lights. The other heroes must still be out on patrol - she hadn’t lost too much time recuperating in the pit. Good.
She rubbed at her belly, pleased with how much honey she had taken on board. She had enough to ensure the conversion of several more captives, but her new body had also generated a portion of something special - royal jelly. She could use this to create new bees for her court, or perhaps, if the timing was right, a new queen.
Her brain buzzed, searching for answers, but it had none to give. She would have to make that decision when she had a suitable subject under her arms.
There had been a lot of cases lately where she discovered that her freedom to think about her current situation was rather limited. It was almost as though the limitation was artificial, but surely that couldn’t be the case. She was a rubber bee, a queen, the top of her class!
Then, why couldn’t she think about anything other than growing her Hive and being a mother to all the other bees? Her brain buzzed, and she shook her head, confusion flowing away. Yes, growing her Hive was all that mattered!
To accomplish that goal, her next step was to seize control of this facility. To do that, she needed to corner the solitary woman who acted as a spider in its den. Oracle had fingers in everything around here, which was why she needed to be careful about disabling her cameras during this assault.
If she couldn’t block them with honey, she had to find a way to stay out of their field of view, which was easier said than done, given the size of her body. Her torso and abdomen had swollen to a much larger size since her time in the rubber pit, making it difficult to retain her balance.
She wasn’t willing to take her chances with this capture, however. She’d fill the entire room with honey, if that’s what it took to take this hero down.
Her abdomen slapped on the floor as she swooped around another corner in the darkened facility, scooting underneath a lit security camera that was beginning its preprogrammed sweep.
A female voice came through the intercom. “I know you’re out there,” she said, sounding a little bored. “I’m in the main lab. Take two rights and a left. Come and get me.”
Oola froze, but the voice cut out without further explanation. She considered: this could either be very good, or very bad, and she wasn’t sure which.
Hissing to herself, she clicked down the hard floor of the corridor, trying to decide how she should approach the woman. If she entered through the front door, there would probably be a trap. If she wasted time looking for an alternative entrance, the heroine might escape. How confident was she feeling in her abilities?
Raising on her feet, she clicked her tongue and listened for the return in the horn mounted on her head. Nothing unusual there. The woman must be bluffing.
Getting onto her hands and knees, she scooted along the floor with all the speed she could muster, spreading her wings to make her lighter on her feet.
Right, right, left. The double doors were up ahead.
She was at full speed, and wasn’t going to slow down. The element of surprise had worked for her so far, and she didn’t want to give the Oracle any more time to prepare for her. She’d trigger any traps prematurely and overwhelm them with her honey.
Smashing into a door with her shoulder, she buzzed her wings and prepped the ball of wax tumbling in her mouth. The lights inside were dimmed, but she didn’t need them to see her target, who was waiting comfortably in a curved chair at the far side of the room.
She flicked on a light, revealing the desk next to her, a collection of cylindrical tubes filled with brown and black ooze arrayed next to her arm. Honey.
The slash of light revealed a red scarf dangled haphazardly over a loose, form fitting dress. She leaned back, her eyes flashing as she picked up a device that looked like a pistol from the desk.
Oola charged, her heart pounding in her desperation to stop the woman from shooting. She raised her head back, readying her wax ball, but it was too late.
The woman raised the device to her neck and squeezed the trigger. The vial mounted inside emptied, her eyes pulsing a golden yellow as her arms went limp. She gave Oola an amused smile as the injector clattered to the floor. “I’m not dangerous to you. In fact, you want me, don’t you?”
Oola’s hands flexed at nothing, her brain suddenly confused. The woman was smelling good, as if her entire body had been dipped in honey.
She made a soft hooting sound, tilting her neck as she tried to better evaluate the situation. The woman was right. She did want her, but not in the same way she had desired to convert the other heroes.
The Oracle leaned back, sighing. “I spent a lot of time thinking about this, but given the seriousness of the situation, there didn’t seem to be a better option.”
Her lips creased into a snarl. “They’ve really done it this time - unleashed something alien upon this world that it has never known. An invasive species that knows nothing but how to expand and grow.”
She sighed. “Well, if you don’t have enough time to stop them, the only answer is to join them, and try to figure out an answer from the inside.” She stretched her face into a fake grin. “The only problem being, from all my research, once you’ve been transformed, there’s no good way to communicate. With any luck, I’ve cracked that particular conundrum.”
She spread her arms and legs wide, revealing that her dress was more like a cloak. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, pussy bared. “Well, then, take me. Make me a bee.”
Oola chewed her wax, scanning the room for other threats. There didn’t appear to be anything. The woman was serious.
Her psuedo-dick sprung up from her mons, suddenly aroused. The smell was really getting to her. What had the woman done?
Belly gurgling, she took a hesitant step forward as the woman stood. “What are you waiting for?” she taunted. “Don’t you find me irresistable? You want me, don’t you?”
Oh, yes. Yes, she did.
Her lips fluttered as she loomed over the Oracle, eyes staring intently at the woman. By all rights, she should lock lips and feed her that royal jelly she had been storing, package her in a cocoon, and change her into another ally. Somehow, though, that felt wrong, as if she was being coerced into doing so.
Her arousal would not be denied, however. Her dick was at full mast, and this woman’s juicy pussy was right there. The pressure in her skull grew until she gave in, dropping to her knees in front of the Oracle.
The woman scooted her ass forward in the chair, presenting her gaping hole to be plundered. She seized hold of Oola’s dick, pulling it down so that the swollen tip easily slid inside. She made a little coo, tilting her hips to give Oola better access. The lubricated end slid deep, until the woman was speared half way down her dick.
The Oracle shuddered, breathing out her pleasure. “Oh, that feels good. It’s no wonder so many have been turned into bees so quickly.”
She ran a hand below, giving Oola’s dick a good squeeze. “You’re going to fill me up to the brim with your honey, and then you’ll make me one of you.” Her eyes continued to glow that unearthly golden yellow. “But I’ll be more than just a brainless bee. You’ll see.”
She grunted as Oola grabbed her sides, pulling her out of the chair. Oola hooted at her, a little annoyed at how talkative she was being. Didn’t she know her mouth was about to be plugged? Maybe she didn’t care. How strange.
Well, she wasn’t in any particular hurry. She might as well let the heroine talk. No harm in that, right? Besides, the pressure around her penis was wonderful, and the woman seemed perfectly willing to be a good fuck.
Wrapping her hands tightly around the Oracle’s sides, she began to run her up and down her pole, the head of her dick twitching with anticipation. Rubbery honey was already leaking out the end, painting the woman’s tunnel a thick brown with the extra lubrication.
The Oracle tossed her head back and sighed with pleasure, as if she was riding an everyday lover. “I knew this would feel good, but keep working it, yes!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you carry me over to that mirror? Then we can both enjoy this to the fullest!”
Oola buzzed, displeased with how the other woman was manipulating her, but her instincts were pushing her forward. She needed to take this woman and turn her into a bee. The Hive must grow.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge. She hooted through her mouth, her legs clicking against the vinyl floor as she moved both of them over to the glass wall indicated by the Oracle.
As they approached, it shimmered, overhead lights turning on to highlight their bodies in the sudden mirror like sheen. Oola grunted, her lips flexing as she pressed her length into the Oracle’s body.
In response, the woman groaned, clutching at her breasts. “Damn, I’m on fire!” she exclaimed. “Keep ramming that thing in. Fill me up with that honey!”
Becoming more annoyed, Oola seized the woman’s dress with her talons. The filmy fabric began to tear as she applied pressure, which felt pleasing. This woman deserved to be nude. Her body would be coated in honey and she would be completely cocooned, turning her into another bee woman.
But what type? It would be silly to make her a honey pot, and putting her in the ranks of the drones seemed like it would be a waste of brains.
Her proboscis wobbled as what remained of her mind worked, trying to figure out how to proceed. She had spent enough time as a bee now that her former life didn’t factor into her decisions. Everything was colored with her desire to expand, and questioning that was not allowed.
To accomplish that goal, she needed all the intelligence she could get. That being the case, her decision was obvious: this woman was getting the royal treatment. In time, she might even be promoted to queen and split out to start her own satellite Hive.
Mind made up, she applied more force to the Oracle’s dress, hooting as it tore down the back. The sleeves parted to either side, drifting to the floor as she ripped it all the way down to the woman’s ass, splitting it in two.
The Oracle didn’t seem to care, bouncing and sighing as she worked at her nipples. “That’s right,” she groaned. “Keep fucking me, damn that feels good!”
Honey leaked from her pussy, sliding down her thighs as Oola’s dick lurched. Oola hummed to herself, grabbing the woman’s shoulders and pulling their bodies together.
Her nipples glistened, smearing honey over the woman’s back as Oola laid her nose trunk over the Oracle’s shoulder. The woman’s red hair fluttered as she stared into Oola’s compound eyes. “You look so alien,” she whispered, “but I can’t help but think you’re beautiful. Probably a side effect of the serum I just injected.”
She grinned. “That honey is damn addictive, you know. I couldn’t stop myself from tasting some of the samples, and it wasn’t by accident. It has psychoactive properties - I don’t think anyone without the proper protective gear would be able to avoid doing so.”
Her back arched and she let out a soft coo, another spurt of honey gushing from her pussy as her nipples strained. “So, I developed a serum to help me keep my mind after the transformation. Go ahead, do what you need to do. I’m ready.”
Oola kept humping, rocking the woman’s body as she finished her deliberations. The royal honey was burbling in her chest, ready to be used. She only had to force feed it to the woman, but that required a slightly different procedure than pumping it through her trunk.
She groaned, squeezing her oozing breasts against the Oracle’s back as her belly rumbled. Reaching around her stomach, she slid a pair of arms between them, spiking her talons into a solid chunk of honey that was being expelled from the circular hole in her chest.
Sliding it between their bodies, she lifted it into the air, waving it around in front of the Oracle’s face. Her eyes lit up as she spotted the amber wedge, lips trembling. “Is that royal jelly?” she asked, looking intently at how the dark, viscous honey trapped the light coming from the overheads.
Her throat trembled. “Give it to me,” she demanded, a strange fervor in her eyes.
Oola didn’t see any reason to deny her. She moved the talon in closer, and the Oracle leaned forward, pursing her lips.
The wedge pressed into her mouth, and she bit off a chunk, leaning back and closing her eyes as she rolled it over her tongue. “Yum,” she declared, running her hands up the gap between her breasts, rolling her honeyed flesh through her fingers.
Chewing quickly, she closed her jaw and swallowed. Her eyes lit up. “More,” she demanded, looking at the remaining royal jelly with a burning desire.
Oola hummed, placing the rest of the jelly within convenient reach. For a pleasant while, she continued to fuck the heroine, comfortably feeding her the honey that would fundamentally transform her body.
As time went on, the Oracle’s eyes began to glow again, this time whirling with a mix of various colors as the honey soaked into her mind. “Delicious,” she declared, swallowing as much of the thick mixture as she could. “If this was sold from a restaurant or bar to select patrons, it would be simple to entice them to join us,” she groaned, wiggling her breasts in ecstasy.
“Just imagine, putting together a recruitment pipeline that wouldn’t require us to steal people off the streets! We could find people with no other options, determine whether anybody would miss them, then make them disappear. It might not even be that difficult!”
That sounded like a plan a villain would put together, but Oola was in no position to complain. The Hive must grow, and if this woman could help her to do that successfully, she would give her anything she desired.
She presented more honey, and the Oracle continued to eat it. “It’s so sweet, yet I just can’t seem to stop myself!” she exclaimed. “I should be feeling full, but I can still pack so much more in!”
She paused, her eyes swirling. “Oh, I can feel my belly expanding. It’s growing larger, like I’m being prepared to store even more, like a battery, or a jug.”
Oola ignored her muttering, grunting as she kept cramming honey into the woman’s face. Her other talons extracted more honey from the hole in her belly, curling around to rub it onto the heroine’s chest.
As the honey dried, it firmed into a rubbery layer, adhering to the Oracle’s skin. She didn’t need to make the layer perfect at the moment, as it would be applied more evenly in the cocoon, but this was a good way to give the woman a taste of what her future would be.
The Oracle didn’t seem to care, slobbering as she choked and swallowed down as much honey as she could, her throat bulging as a continuous stream was fed into her swollen stomach. Her hips flexed as Oola continued to work her pussy, a large puddle of honey forming on the floor.
“I’ve almost had enough,” groaned the Oracle. “I need to climax. But first, take me into the next room. I have something to show you.”
Curious, Oola let her penis drop free, the long stalk slapping against the floor. A gush of honey rushed out of the woman’s pussy, adding to the mess. She made a sad noise, but Oola wasn’t interested in bending to her every whim.
If the Oracle wanted to show her something, she’d view it, but she was still suspicious that this was going to end in a trap.
She rose on her legs, her long dick lifting horizontal as it swelled with more honey. It was ready to climax. The next time she took the woman, it would be the last.
The Oracle sighed, licking her lips as she lifted an arm to point towards the back of the room. “Over there,” she said, resigned that her ultimate pleasure would have to wait. “I’ve put together a nice little crèche for you to use. Come, let’s go take a look.”
Bemused, Oola shuffled along, ignoring the smacking sounds the former heroine was making with her lips. Her abdomen smeared honey along the floor as she carried the woman up to a set of closed glass doors.
They whisked open with a hiss, warm air caressing her shoulders. Lights snapped on in a large room, highlighting a bank of hexagonal aluminum holes built into the far wall. A concave pit was carved into the center of the floor, a drain at the bottom. Around the sides, there were booths containing odd looking chairs, with metallic tubes hanging from the walls.
Oola paused, hooting her discomfort as she took in the sterile atmosphere, but the Oracle seemed undisturbed, raising her arms. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked. “I developed it myself after discovering what was going on at the seaside. It’s a self contained breeding room for bees! I first put this together with the intention of studying the Hives further, but when I realized that they were closer than I had anticipated, I decided to tackle the problem from within. I’ll become a bee myself, and then I’ll figure out a way to stop them from taking over the world.”
Oola’s wings buzzed. She didn’t really care about that last part. She was far more interested in what she could do with this place.
The hexagonal booths could easily be filled with wax and capped to make them individual cocoons for gestating more bees, and the pool in the center could be filled with excess honey.
Shuffling up to the pit, she hefted the woman high in the air, her dick rising to rub against the woman’s pussy. She hissed, choosing one of the waiting tubes. Yes, she’d fit quite nicely in that one.
She grabbed her swollen length, twisting the end up to fit into the Oracle’s wet hole. Wiggling a little, she pressed in, thrusting deep into the heroine’s gaping tunnel.
Oh, yes, she was definitely ready for this. Both of them were.
The Oracle jiggled on her dick. “Are you going to finish me off now?” she asked, craning her neck. “Please, don’t leave me waiting. I need it.”
Oola made an amused noise, grabbing at the woman’s body and pinning it to her chest. She shuffled her abdomen around, laying the fat end against the edge of the pit.
Grunting, she squeezed, a thick stream of brownish fluid squirting around her stinger into the bottom of the pool. The Oracle gasped. “Is that… a honey bath?” she asked with reverence.
Her body shook. “I want to try it. Can I?”
Oola rattled her body, making a negative noise through her nose. The woman would have to wait until she was done with her.
She began to shift her hips again, reaming out the woman’s pussy. The Oracle sighed, closing her eyes in pleasure. Exactly what she was hoping for. This was her time to strike!
Her mouth tube flipped around, popping over the top of the woman’s lips. Her tongue slipped inside, swelling with inevitability. The Oracle’s eyes opened, giving her a knowing stare and a quick wink. She didn’t seem to fear this at all.
Well, then, why not give her what she wanted? Her tongue continued to expand, swelling into the Oracle’s cheeks as she built the wax plug that would shut the woman up while she underwent her final transformation.
Her trunk flexed, pumping honey into the woman’s throat as her eyes flashed with desire. Her dick was tingling, the tip pulsing to alert her that she was out of time.
The Oracle gurgled as the honey filled her belly while Oola’s penis exploded, gushing into her womb. Honey spurted from around her lips, the wax seal not fully emplaced.
Oola didn’t mind. Any excess honey collected in the pit, helping to fill it up. There was at least a foot or two already, with more honey gushing from around the dick planted in the woman’s pussy.
The Oracle’s body danced as the honey coming from her lips slowed to a trickle, the wax drying as the plug finished sealing her up. Oola popped her lips off the woman, sticking out her tongue to clean up her chin.
The Oracle didn’t appear to be seeing much any more, her body bouncing as she twisted and jerked, lost in rapture.
Oola grunted, satisfied with the result. She lifted the woman off her dick and jumped into the pool, both of them sinking to the bottom.
The honey lapped around their necks as Oola cradled the woman. She sensed that this one was going to be extremely important for her future, and she wanted to ease her transition.
Folding the woman in her arms, she began to spin the wax cocoon that would be her new home for the next couple of days. The Oracle had conveniently provided a nice tube to pop her into when she was done.
She hadn’t been certain whether it was a good idea to use it at first, but she was really starting to like the idea. A prefabricated Hive would be so much easier to fill. There were going to be a lot more occupants in the near future, and she would need a good structure to temporarily store them in.
The Oracle’s eyes popped open, sparkling under the influence of the honey. She gave Oola a loving look, and Oola replied with a tender call.
Yes, the two of them would definitely work well together.
Chapter Six
“What the hell are we doing out here?” breathed Kraig through his mask, tromping down the dirt trail, his rubber gloved hands slapping against his thick suit.
“Someone has to gather samples,” retorted Fanny, her form shapeless under thick rubber. She breathed heavily, hoses rattling from the front of her mask as they wound around to a set of tanks on her back.
“All part and parcel of contracting for a villain organization. What are you complaining about, anyway? We’re getting plenty of hazard pay for this.”
She hefted a long tube in her hands, showing off the flared end. An articulated hose ran around her side to another tank sitting over the small of her back. “Besides, this should be simple. All we gotta do is collect some sludge from the bottom of a pond in this forest near the hero enclave, and then we can get outta here. Not that difficult.”
“Yeah, but why all the extra protective clothing? I can’t see shit in this helmet,” complained Kraig.
Fanny shrugged. “Deal with it. We shouldn’t be out here long, and our cover story is good. If anybody questions our presence, we’ll claim we’re with pest control. Simple.”
Kraig made a noncommittal noise, studying the device in his hand. “The sensor says we’re close. Maybe around the next bend.”
He shut up for once, which was a relief. Fanny was going to request a reassignment when she got back. She hated whiners.
Silent, the two of them moved down the path, using the dim light from their helmets to guide the way. As they rounded the corner, the path became thinner, squeezing between two drop offs.
“We’re here,” announced Kraig, snapping his device shut. “Wherever here is.”
Fanny shrugged, pressing a hand to her helmet to turn on the broad spectrum light. A thrill ran down her back as the light shone over a wide pit, filled to the brim with a golden brown substance. It looked like molasses, but she knew that they had struck gold.
“Look at how much there is!” she exclaimed, hissing as she took a step closer to the edge. The fan on her suit whirred as it worked to filter out the cloying sweetness of the bubbling honey. “I’m only going to be able to store a fraction of this!”
“That’s all they asked for,” grunted Kraig. “Let’s make the collection and get out of here before something strange happens. I’m getting a spooky vibe from these woods.”
“Okay,” nodded Fanny. “I’ll start the pump while you look around to see if anybody is prepping an ambush. With any luck, we’ll be gone in a matter of minutes.”
Focusing, she examined the settings on her vacuum. From the instructions she had been given, all she needed to do was toggle this set of buttons on the cylindrical device and stick the end into the pit, waiting for the flow indicator to show green.
The vacuum began to whirr, and she knelt, shoving the business end under the burbling fluid. Glancing at the dials, she nodded. Everything appeared to be going well so far. All she had to do was watch the tank gauge so that she could turn off the pump when it indicated ‘full.’
“Fanny!” hissed Kraig, nudging her shoulder. “I think you had better take a look at this!”
“Can’t it wait?” she groaned. “I don’t want to be distracted here!”
“Just turn your head, dammit! You’re going to want to see this!”
Checking to make sure that the pump flow was still good, she sighed, shifting her body so that she could see what her partner’s helmet lights were illuminating.
Her belly immediately jumped as she spotted the two humanoid shapes mounted on thick stalks near the front of the pond. It appeared as though their bodies had been wrapped in black, polished rubber, skin tight, revealing all of their physical characteristics.
The woman had her hands drawn behind her back, which was arched, pushing her melon sized breasts outwards, her mouth opened in a soundless cry as her head tilted back. Her eye sockets and mouth were covered in the tight rubber, hairless head wrapped tight. The substance flowed over and into her ears, separating them out from her head.
Her lower torso hadn’t been spared, either, her legs pulled aside and to the rear, exposing her mons, where a rubbery cock was pressed into her snatch, coming from somewhere deep within the plant. If she looked closely, she could see it pulsing under the thick layer of rubber, causing the woman’s swollen belly to shake and roll.
The worst part was that the woman still seemed to be alive under the restrictive layer, her body vibrating with what looked like paroxysms of pleasure. Her breasts bobbed, twin streams of oily brown spurting in arcs that landed in the pit below.
Was this where all the honey was coming from? Fanny shivered. She wasn’t certain she wanted to know that much about the production process.
Her gorge trembled as she shifted her view to the next unfortunate victim. This one was most definitely male, his body restrained in a similar fashion, tight latex exposing his features.
The most prominent of these was his exposed dick, which was fully erect. The tented head sprouted at least ten inches from his torso, covered with the same rubbery coating as the woman’s breasts.
It twitched, a spurt of rubbery honey joining the storage pit below. He probably wasn’t as productive as the woman, but he had been encased just the same.
Gulping, she stopped examining them, realizing that both of them had honey oozing from their mouths. That must be why they wanted to tilt their heads back - to ensure that they would retain most of their precious cargo.
Why that was necessary was beyond her. Certainly the pit below seemed to contain plenty of honey, and if they spilled some, it wouldn’t be a catastrophe.
She shivered. She was starting to get the sense that they might be in danger.
She spotted a waxy lattice dangling between some of the upper tree limbs as Kraig moved, but there was no evidence of other lifeforms, beyond the sound of leaves rustling together.
Glancing back at the pump, she realized that her hands were sweaty. This was an unholy place. They didn’t belong here. They should leave before it was too late.
She shook her head. No, they had to complete the mission, or they wouldn’t get paid. If they didn’t get paid, then she wouldn’t be able to pay the rent, and then she’d be homeless, or worse.
“I don’t like this, Kraig,” she said, her hands trembling. “Better prepare yourself for a fight. I’m about three fourths of the way there.”
“Got it,” said Kraig in a strangled voice, reaching for the shock gun in his belt. “We don’t have superpowers, you know. Our best bet is to run.”
“Don’t I know it,” muttered Fanny, watching the gauge with a nervous eye. Almost there.
A loud electronic beep filled the clearing, directing their attention to the far side of the path. A round, metallic ball rumbled down the center, slowing to a halt a good distance away from them. The top popped open, an articulated arm coming out from somewhere within.
On the end was mounted a small screen which the robot tilted towards them. A smiling face of an older woman was on display. “Greetings, villains!” the woman said, as if this was an everyday occurrence.
“I regret to inform you that this territory has been claimed by the Hive, and anything within its demesne is subject to be cocooned and converted into indentured servants.”
Her face glitched. “We haven’t yet worked out the requirements for release yet, as my queen hasn’t yet agreed to a deal.” Her face stretched into a wide grin. “It’s only a matter of time, however, so rest assured that there’s a good chance you won’t be a bee forever!”
“Fuck,” muttered Kraig, raising his arm to take a shot at the robot.
A bolt of lightning streamed from the end of his gun, impacting the tree next to the metallic sphere, shards of wood exploding all over the place. Fanny raised a hand to her face to protect against splinters, though they bounced harmlessly off her faceplate.
“Stop that,” ordered Fanny sharply as her vacuum dinged and turned off. “We have what we came for. It’s time to get out of here. Stop playing with that thing.”
The robot beeped. “I’m afraid it’s not me you should be wary of,” it said, rolling into cover behind a tree. It stuck its display out, the glitching woman giving them both a cruel grin. “You’ve awoken the Hive. Now, reap the whirlwind.”
A loud buzzing sound filled the clearing, making it difficult to think. Kraig and Fanny spun around, shocked to find that their exit route was filled with a legion of bees, floating in the air. Their compound eyes flashed as they stared at the intruders, abdomens wiggling as their talons reached out for them.
“Shit!” exclaimed Fanny, stashing the vacuum at her side as she spun towards the robot.
Kraig took a few potshots at the bees, but they simply buzzed out of the way, easily avoiding the slow, sparking shots from his pistol. “They gave me the wrong type of gun!” Kraig complained, retreating towards Fanny.
“Don’t tell me that,” she cried out, feeling a little dizzy from panic. “We gotta get out of here!”
The robot rolled into the center of the path, the display showing the woman with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked down at them with a sneer on her face. “You two chose the wrong employer.”
A weaved sheet of waxy material dropped from above, draping in front of the robot. Fanny scooted to a halt, her heart in her throat. “Don’t touch it!” she shouted. “It’s a capture net!”
Kraig wasn’t as lucky as her, his final step placing him on top of some of the sticky material. He tried to pull himself free, but it acted like glue, wrapping around his boots and clinging to the surface in an awkward mess. He turned towards Fanny, looking red faced behind his mask. “I think we’re screwed,” he choked out.
“Very astute of you,” came an acerbic voice from the robot. “Now, this can go one of two ways. You can drop your cargo and surrender to me, or I will let the eager bees have their way with you.”
The robot didn’t appear to be joking. The bees were slowly closing the net, thick dicks jutting from their lower torsos in a lewd fashion. Did she really want to be fucked by one of those things?”
No, absolutely not! She reached behind her back and took off the harness containing the honey tank, letting it fall to the ground. “What do you want us to do?” she asked, looking in askance at the buzzing horde.
“Take off your helmets so that I can identify you, then I shall take you in for processing,” declared the robot. “Better hurry up, they’re looking hungry.”
Growling to herself, Fanny wrestled with the outfit, trying to figure out the neck latch. She had only put this suit on a few times before, and she wasn’t very familiar with how it went together. That wasn’t much of a problem in an enclosed dressing room, but in the middle of a stressful scenario, it was almost too much to handle.
There. She clicked the latch, lifting it free and tossing it to the ground.
She immediately realized her mistake. The smell of honey around her was intense, and combined with the buzzing in her ears, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her lungs filled with the taste of honey, and her body vibrated, her toes squeezing into her boots as arousal flooded her core. Her body needed release of some kind, and she didn’t know what to do.
The woman on the screen gave her a knowing look. “I know, dear, it’s a lot to take in. Truth to tell, you were doomed the second you stepped into this forest. You might as well give in to your desires. Everything will be so much simpler if you do.”
Fanny turned away from the woman, surprised at how much her speech sounded like that of the supervillain she had contracted with. What had happened to the heroes?
If she was hoping for Kraig to help her, she was sorely disappointed. The man’s neck muscles were straining, his hands working to strip the suit down to his waist. “She’s so beautiful,” he groaned, staring out over the pit of viscous honey.
Did he mean? No, he couldn’t.
Gulping, Fanny glanced at the woman being held captive by the plant growing out of the middle of the pit. Her eyes seemed a little wider, though still just as blank, covered by polished black rubber.
She was straining forward, her breasts producing more of the sticky fluid as she gestured at Kraig. “No!” interrupted Fanny, trying to break free of the strange, hypnotic malaise that had seized control of her mind. “You can’t!”
By this time, Kraig had stripped down to his knees, pulling off the sheer outfit he was wearing underneath, revealing his sculpted body. He wasn’t paying any attention to her, fully consumed with getting naked for the encased flower lady.
Fanny licked her lips, taking another breath of the sweet honey. Stripping herself was starting to sound like a good idea, too. Perhaps she should follow his lead?
Her fingers began to move on their own, disconnecting the arm pieces and unzipping the shoulders. The suit fell off her body as her eyes darted to the second figure in the pit. The male figure.
His dick was thick and aroused, squirting lots of that yummy honey from its tip. If she planted its length inside her, he’d no doubt fill her up with plenty of that goodness. The tickle in her thighs turned into licking heat as she imagined the sensation of rocking her body on that fat cock.
Her vision blurred for a moment as Kraig tugged his legs out of his boots, which were still stuck to the waxy net. He didn’t care about any of that, his arms raising as he began to sprint for the pond. When he reached the edge, he jumped in, raising his legs in a cannonball.
The tremendous splash when he hit the surface sent splatters of the golden brown honey everywhere, spots showing up on her upper body and around her lips. She unconsciously sent out her tongue, giving it a little lick to confirm what she already knew - the substance was seriously addictive, and there was no way she’d be able to prevent herself from tasting more.
Kraig was climbing onto the woman, their hands linking together as she helped to pull him up. Through the haze of honey, she could see that the thick cock which had been plundering her pussy had retracted, leaving a gaping hole behind that leaked more of the brown fluid.
The way her breasts were straining was more than enticing enough for any male, and they were spraying honey all over Kraig’s chest as he moved into position. She didn’t need to be a clairvoyant to figure out what was going to happen next.
Wrapping his legs over hers, Kraig let his dick drop down as the woman stroked his sides. His hips rocked forward, his length vanishing inside her dark tunnel as he let out a loud groan. Bodies braced together, he began to fuck her with short bursts, doing his best to give her what he could in this awkward position.
She reached up to grab the back of his skull, forcing their heads together as her breasts bounced off his chest, spraying honey everywhere. Soon, his lips were securely fastened to hers, his throat bobbing as he drank deeply from the supply of honey leaking from her mouth.
Fascinated by this sudden display of raunchiness, Fanny couldn’t stop her legs from bringing her to the edge of the pit. Her own destiny loomed suddenly in front of her, and she found herself helpless to turn away.
Crouching down, she jumped off into the pit before she could change her mind, her belly lurching as she waved her arms on the way down. She smacked the surface of the fluid with tremendous force, her body sinking below before she could react.
She was surprised at the warmth of the pool, pleased to find that it wasn’t that deep. At least there was no danger of drowning in it, though her silly brain was already trying to convince her that she should stay under the surface for a while.
Pushing off from the bottom, she rocketed upwards, taking in a deep breath as she breached the surface. A good amount of the tasty syrup had already infiltrated her mouth, and she greedily gulped it down, wanting more.
A pair of hands grasped hers, helping her up out of the pond, but she was a little confused, as her feet were having trouble finding purchase. She was at the edge, wasn’t she?
No, she wasn’t. Her heart quailed as excitement tickled her loins. It was the encased male statue that was helping her up, pulling her into position so that he could plant that juicy dick in her swollen pussy.
Shivering, she blinked her eyes, trying to clear out the remaining honey so that she could better see what was going on.
Her feet were curling around the stalk of the plant, and if she put them in the notches between the leaves, she should be able to support her weight better. There.
From here, she could move her hips over the top of the male, planting her crotch on his pubes. Her body tingled as she folded her arms around his back, pressing her bare breasts into his rubbery chest.
This felt so taboo, so wrong, and yet it was so right. Her body was aflame, needing to be pleasured, and this captured male would do it for her. Do it to her.
One of the man’s rubbery hands grabbed at her ass, holding her steady as the other maneuvered his dick into place. She could feel the tip as it squeezed inside, a jolt of the dark honey spurting past her lips to decorate her interior.
This only served to increase the lubrication, allowing the man’s length to slip more easily inside, her body moving down over his as the two of them were brought closer together. She let out a sigh of pleasure as their hips met, the top of his cock skewering her pussy.
She could hear coos of pleasure and masculine grunts coming from Kraig next to her, but she was solely focused on the man. His cock was in control of her pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to suck on his lips, dive into his mouth, and drink the small pool of honey that was gathering there. What was stopping her?
Bracing her hands over the man’s rubbery shoulders, she leaned forward, intent on getting a mouthful of honey. As she approached, he pursed his lips, pushing the honey closer to the surface.
She closed her eyes as their lips met, sucking whatever she could from his mouth, drinking down the sweet nectar. Spectacular.
Eyes open again, she studied his mouth, desperate for more. She was relieved to find a glisten deep in the back, the honey welling up from deep within his body.
Closing in, she took another drink as the man rocked back his hips, his rubbery length slipping down the length of her pussy.
She moaned as he grasped her upper arms, ramming his dick all the way back into her core, another spurt of honey coating her insides as her muscles spasmed with joy.
This was better than regular sex, as the tingling pleasure suffused her body with every thrust, her ass wiggling as the male began to increase his rhythm. Pushing up against him, she locked her mouth over his, plundering his depths with her tongue as she sucked and licked up all the honey she could, trying to drown herself in the substance.
Her head was becoming increasingly dizzy, but she didn’t care, as the thrusts kept coming and the honey kept flowing. She began to hum, trying to match the buzzing in her ears as her mind began to evaporate.
She drank and drank, her belly beginning to bulge as it was filled to capacity by what she was being fed, but she couldn’t stop herself. It didn’t seem to matter how much she burped or her belly burbled. She was insatiable!
Creak, thrust, creak, thrust. The sex was so yummy, she wanted to have it all.
She giggled to herself, feeling dumb. The sweet hunny must be suppressing her intelligence, but she found that she couldn’t care any more. Didn’t care about anything but being a sex toy for this honey statue.
She’d rock on his dick and fuck him until her womb was filled to the max, and then she’d do it some more. Whatever remained afterwards didn’t matter. She’d do anything for more pleasure.
Eyes dull, she glanced over at Kraig, licking her lips. He looked just as dumb as she was, his body mindlessly jamming into the rubber woman. He groaned, his ass relaxing as his body spasmed. An orgasm.
The thought rippled through her mind, and she smiled. Orgasming was nice. Orgasming was good.
She burped, feeling the nice friction of the male’s dick reaming her interior. There didn’t seem to be much else to do.
She orgasmed, too, feeling the male’s girth as he exploded inside her. Her thoughts fled as her stomach expanded, being filled with warm honey.
Chapter Seven
A large bee woman descended from the shadows, grinning as she watched the two villains being welcomed by the honey pots. It was inevitable that they’d become new honey pots, as she had never intended on letting them leave the forest.
The mastermind behind all this could not be allowed to find a way to control them. Only she would have the privilege of unlocking the secret behind this invasion. Only she could find the cure.
Sighing, she dropped her swollen abdomen against the ground, waiting patiently as the spherical robot moved down the path in front of her. It paused for a moment, giving her a cheerful beep before it rolled into her arms.
She clutched it, giving it a little stroke. This was an invention she had built with her own hands, before those hands had changed into these less useful talons. She’d need to come up with a way to manipulate fine objects again if she ever hoped to progress with her research.
Fortunately, her Queen didn’t seem to care about her extracurricular pursuits, more interested in expanding and consolidating the Hive. It wasn’t her fault - it had probably been programmed into her by the honey.
To grow, consume, and convert was a pulsing need within her, too. She couldn’t deny it. That was why the bees were so destructive - there didn’t appear to be an evident end to how many they wanted to create.
They could only stay under the radar for so long, however. Eventually someone would discover their presence and start to fight back. That was why it was imperative for her research to bear fruit. She needed to understand what they had become if she ever had a hope of curtailing their worst desires.
For now, however, she was content to watch, grinning as the intruders eagerly fucked themselves on the willing honey pots. The woman’s belly was bulging, her lips eagerly suckling from that of the encased male as sweat poured down her body.
The honey was sticking to her skin, giving it a rubbery sheen that the sweat streaked over, her pussy bobbing over the honey pot’s dick. It wouldn’t be long before the two of them interfaced together completely, her insides painted brown with honey. Her body would then be encased in a similar fashion to his, the two of them locked in a loving embrace.
They wouldn’t become permanent statues, however. Eventually, they’d have to be separated and the newly born honey pot planted on a waiting stalk, her pussy being filled by plant matter. She’d then act as a new trap for anyone unfortunate enough to wander into the Hive.
This might seem like a horrific future, but the life cycle of the plants waxed and waned. Given time, she’d be let go and allowed to seek out a mate. Perhaps it would be the male she was fucking now, or another juicy honey pot that caught her fancy down the line.
They would make plenty of honey together, acting as mobile storage batteries so that Hive could recruit more bees or transport their precious cargo to a new location with little notice.
They might even be able to procreate in the normal way, who knew? She certainly had no idea how the honey would affect the natural human life cycle, or if they were even still fertile with so much honey circulating through their bodies. Another research project to consider.
She pressed her swollen belly against the robot, frowning as she watched the male making long thrusts into his honey pot. Her loins tingled, her rubbery dick engorging. She moved a little, trapping the end between her belly and the robot.
This was getting her aroused, and she didn’t really need that - there was another loose end to tie up. Sighing, she pressed a button on the robot, and the overwhelming buzzing noise in the clearing disappeared.
The numberless bee women vanished, leaving only a handful perched on a tree limb at the back of the clearing. She chuckled to herself at how the two villains had panicked at her illusion. In this case, it was just as good as the real thing.
They might eventually have enough bee women to fill these woods, but the number was actually quite limited at the moment. Many of them had left on a mission, and some of the others had been recruited to maintain the hexagonal egg cells in the lab, which had been working out better than the Oracle had anticipated.
Many of them were filled now, and in a matter of days, they’d have plenty of help. That wouldn’t help them now, however.
Sighing, she stretched her limbs and stood, turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. Her breasts had grown quite large since her transformation, polished black and filled with plenty of honey. She had tasted herself a few times, and it was seriously addictive.
This wasn’t playtime, however. This was serious business.
She pressed her talons into a depression on top of the robot, waiting as it beeped, a small circle opening in its side. A projector whirred, a three dimensional image appearing on top of the honey pit.
It started out a pale shade of blue with a connection error, and she tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. The connection interface on her skull glowed a faint purple. “I know you’re out there, watching,” came her voice from the robot. “Show yourself.”
The projection glitched, forming into a glaring head as a skinny body contained within a metallic exoskeleton slowly revealed itself. “I didn’t expect such intelligence from a bee,” he proclaimed, his throat bobbing as he examined her.
“We’re full of all sorts of surprises,” the robot said dryly. “You assumed that my transformation would kill my intelligence, didn’t you? But you weren’t counting on me preparing for the transition, were you, Trank?”
The supervillain waved a metallic claw at her, octopus arms whirling in the air. “Touché. You appear to have at least retained something of what makes you you. I wonder what will happen after you’ve spent some time being a bee, though? Will you be able to retain your superior arrogance, or will that all be washed away by the inevitable sweetness of pleasure?”
The Oracle shuffled, uncomfortable. How could the thin man be so astute? She was having some trouble staying away from the other bees. It would be far too easy to indulge and lose herself in the ecstasy of honey.
“A personal attack? That’s a low blow,” she retorted, trying to flip the script. “Besides, this isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
The man’s eyebrows raised. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. You might have captured some of my low level minions, but that means nothing in the scheme of things.”
“Of course it doesn’t,” said the Oracle, her voice purring through the robotic interface. “They were simply the first course.”
Trank frowned, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about? There’s no way you could get to me. You’re simply not smart enough!”
“Intelligence is not required,” chuckled the robot. “Only knowledge.”
This seemed to disturb the thin man, and he glanced down at the console in front of him. When he looked back up, his face was pale. His eyes grew wide as he began to understand the depth of his mistake. “No,” he breathed. “You haven’t.”
“I have,” confirmed the Oracle. “I’ve known of your current base location for quite some time, but I’ve sat on that knowledge, waiting for an opening. You’ve been dying to get some of our honey, and now we’ll give you more than you ever wanted.”
The man gritted his teeth together, his hand curling into a fist. He swung it through the air, causing one of his tentacle arms to slam into the console. His face twisted into a savage grin. “You’ve wounded me, my dear, but a wounded animal can be far more dangerous than you could ever imagine!”
“You’ve forgotten something, Trank,” taunted the Oracle.
An eye bugged out of his face as he contorted his lips. “Oh? What’s that?”
“We’re animals, too,” she hissed, raising her clawed hands in anger.
A large figure appeared behind the man in the display, smashing against his exoskeleton. Trank was bowled over, his arms whirling around to face this new threat.
The display blurred as the action became more intense, claws rippings, tentacles slashing. The Oracle relaxed, fully confident that her Queen would gain the upper hand.
Surprise was a potent weapon, and there was no reason to think that it would be otherwise this time. The bees raiding Trank’s base had focused their attack on his headquarters. They would carry away targets of opportunity and bring them back to the Hive for conversion, but their main mission was to take out the supervillain.
Her grin grew as she honked through her proboscis. He might have prehensile arms, but her Queen was filled with tons of sticky honey.
She was already beginning to utilize it as a weapon, spraying it from her breasts and chest, soaking the supervillain with its cloying sweetness. The thin man squeaked, trying to smash it away with one of his arms, but was only successful in coating it in a thick layer of the sticky substance.
The longer the battle went on, the worse it would get for him, as the scent intensified. Sooner or later, he would succumb, like all the rest. None could hide from its mind altering effects.
His motions were already slowing, but he hadn’t given up yet. His legs scuttled, trying to scoot him across the floor towards his escape capsule. The Oracle clacked her legs together in glee, honking as she saw the realization on his face.
The capsule door was jammed, filled with a thick layer of honey that even his titanium tentacles would be unable to remove. He was well and truly trapped, his mechanical mastery no match for the invading bees.
The Oracle sat back and watched as her Queen sprayed him with her honey, gluing his exoskeleton to the wall. The large bee approached carefully, her compound eyes watching his waving arms warily. Lifting her proboscis, she spat carefully aimed blobs of wax that folded out into tiny nets, wrapping around the clawed ends.
At this point, it was just target practice. Her Queen had all the time she needed to defang this monster, and he knew it.
Well, he might have known it if he wasn’t already beginning to succumb to the suffocating sweetness of the honey that had been sprayed across his face. His mouth opened and closed reflexively, an odd expression appearing as he began to suckle on the thick fluid.
The Oracle sat back and grasped her pseudo-dick, giving it a good stroke as she watched her Queen closing in. It would be over soon, the invalid plucked from his metal carapace and fed full of Her honey.
Being converted into a bee might actually be an improvement for the feeble man. He wouldn’t need that silly exoskeleton any longer after his transformation. Given time, he might actually like his new rubberized body, after she gave him the injection needed to preserve his intellect. She was going to need help if they were to conquer this threat, even if he was a supremely evil bastard.
Her Queen batted the supervillain’s arms away, planting the end of her proboscis over his face. The connection began to throb, thrusting honey past his lips and down his throat.
He scowled, batting at her with his remaining arms, but they appeared weak, without much intent behind their movements. His eyes were crossing, body going slack. He was already in the thrall of the honey.
The Oracle watched with satisfaction as his stomach began to expand, his throat bulging as the thick jelly was rammed into him. Her Queen wasn’t taking any chances with this one.
Sighing, she clicked off the display, satisfied that her plan had gone as intended. He would soon join their brood, serving as another upper level minion.
She glanced down at her throbbing dick with regret. Seeing the beginning of a conversion always made her hard, but watching that pallid body being violated by her Queen didn’t appeal. She’d need another form of stimulation if she wanted to get off properly.
A buzz of wings next to her gave her a startle. She shifted her ass, taking a good look at the new arrival.
The male bee sported thin antennae that projected far from his angled head, compound eyes studying her with lust. His proboscis wobbled over his chest, broad shoulders capped with sleek pauldrons made out of the rubbery honey.
His abdomen was well muscled under a layer of skintight rubber, but down below a swoop of yellow expanded outwards from his torso. The polished surface extended below his privates, extending out back into a bright abdomen.
His legs were similarly encased in rubbery honey, ending in sharp talons that dug at the earth. Most importantly, he had a thick, erect dick, glistening under the light being emitted from her robot. He was clearly ready to rock her world, if she would let him.
A wide grin grew on her face under her proboscis, and she gave him a long honk. Her pussy was already growing wet, her pseudo-dick bouncing as she climbed to her feet. She could masturbate any old time - getting fucked by a male bee suddenly seemed much more appealing.
She moved up on him, tracing her fingers down his rubbery chest. The application of honey in the egg cell during his metamorphosis had changed the formulation of his skin, giving it a slick, polished appearance that she found quite attractive. This was probably due to how her brain had been altered by her Queen, but that was neither here nor there.
The bee man wrapped his arms around her back, squeezing her body against his. Her enlarged breasts deformed against his chest, brown honey squirting out to color his pectorals. He didn’t seem to care, his proboscis nudging against hers.
She tilted the end so that his long tongue could nudge inside, the interior of her tube tickling as he licked at the edges. She pushed her own tongue down the tunnel until the two of them collided, licking and suckling at each other as they commingled each other’s honey.
His wings buzzed, and she buzzed hers in response, looking into his multifaceted eyes as he grabbed at her dick. Sighing, she groaned as he gave it a sharp tug. She knew this was just a distraction, as he had his own dick that wanted some play.
She lifted herself up on her toes and slid her feet apart to give him some more room. A long sigh of satisfaction escaped her nose as the tip of his rubbery length teased at her swollen lips.
A slick goo spurted from the tip, mixing with the honey that oozed from her wet hole. Together, they created a sloppy, wet mess that invited him in further.
He didn’t wait long, for which she was grateful. There was nothing she hated more than a tease.
Her snatch expanded as his fat length slid inside, her tunnel flexing as it flowered open. His wings buzzed again, a huffing sound echoing from his spiracles as he linked his hands with hers.
Her pseudo-dick was trapped between them as the male bee began to rock into her, increasing the stimulation on her length as the two of them mated. She hadn’t fucked this bee before, but he was quickly becoming her favorite.
She studied his face, looking for identifying characteristics. There were few to be found under the thick, rubbery mass of honey that had layered over his face. The small holes at his nose flared as he began to pick up the pace.
Wheezing, she pressed her body into his, increasing the friction between them as they jostled together. Honey spurted from her breasts, soaking both of them as their tongues twirled.
Unable to contain herself, her pseudo-dick began to dance, the wide opening at the tip of the head growing as honey blasted onto their bellies. He lined up her squirts with his thrusts, trapping the length between them as she screamed out her pleasure.
Both of them bathing in the honey, he let out a cross between a moan and a grunt, slowing down as his dick twitched inside her. She nodded her head, and their lips popped free, spattering more honey over the ground as he began to fill her up.
Muscles twitching, she leaned her head back and honked, lost in the pleasure of being a rubber bee.
The Hive would grow, as it must, and she would find the answers to her questions. Through her breeding, they would multiply, converting more heroes and villains to their cause.
The world would tremble at their presence, rejoicing in the sweetness of being rubberized by the honey they produced. Her antennae twitched at the amused thought of commodifying their production.
Humans, buying honey off grocery store shelves, would never know how their minds were being transformed, twisted into supporting the Hive. Not until it was too late.
She honked, grasping the cone-like shape of the bee man’s head. Time for another round. The honey must flow.
END Rubber Bees
