Amber By Cornelius Tags : Rape, bee-taur girls and guys, guro, cum inflation, oviposition, birthing, cock plugs, mind break, watersports (kind of), parasitic subsuming, transformation, incest, bodyswapping, so much rape Amber. It forms when Queen honey dries and is worth its weight in gold twice over. There are as many uses for it as there are people you can sell it to, though Skye had tried them all and found them wanting. Rare and exotic as it is, the only real use is selling it or perhaps using it for jewelry. Not that anyone more than forty miles from the Hive would know that. Skye was in the hive. The fleshy and organic tunnel was squeezed around her body, grabbing on to her as if to hold her in place. She’d found the way in a few years back; a long winding air tunnel the drones didn’t patrol. It led directly past the Queen’s incubation chambers because one of the slaves had escaped through it once. But that was a number of years ago. Skye had grown up since then, her hips no longer liked to wiggle through the turns and her breasts seemed to mop up all the sticky fluids of the tunnel. But if she could steal some Amber, she could feed herself for weeks. The tunnel wall collapsed between two of the incubators, and Skye fell out and hit the ground with a thump. She groaned and rolled over to rub her sore butt, worried the noise would attract someone. Then she looked up at the wall, at the incubators. There were a half dozen planted in the walls. Arms and legs restrained, their eyesight blocked and a feeding tube shoved down their throats. But it was their bellies she stared at. Huge and round, swollen with the young of the primadea. Skye grimaced. This was a fate she narrowly avoided each year, forcing another to be as tribute. Her gaze focused on the girl in front of her, above the hole she had accidentally made. Long red hair with a slender figure that still had the hints of muscle to it. The girl suddenly thrashed, struggling with her legs. The wall tore away to the hole and her legs swung free. The cracks shot along the wall and she tore her arms free. The girl fell to the floor in front of Skye and quickly tore the feeding tube out of her mouth. She coughed and sputtered, spilling honey and amber along the ground that Skye quickly snatched up. The girl grabbed Skye’s hand as soon as she saw it however, and they looked at each other. Recognition dawned on both of them. “You bitch!” the girl roared as she tried to jump up. The girl was Hilde, the most recent tribute and the mayor’s daughter. She’d been chosen because Skye fled. Hilde reached forward to grab Skye, but she scrambled away and Hilde fell on all fours again, wincing. She cringed in pain and doubled over on herself. A second later, a gush of yellow fluid flowed out from between her legs. Hilde shouted in pain, and Skye was terrified the guards would appear at the noise. But she was transfixed by the sight of the girl giving birth to the primadea. The insect’s legs were scratching around, poking against her belly as it tried to climb out. Blood spilled out between her legs as her entrance tore. A second later the creature fell to the soft ground and started squirming around in the placental filth. Hilde and Skye looked at each other a moment more, then the larvae shrieked a cry for its true mother. Hilde swore and spun around. She dove into the tunnel with all her strength and started crawling out. The sound of the guards approaching was all the motivation Skye needed to dive in after, only to see Hilde had made almost no progress. The red haired girl glanced back and scowled, then slammed her foot into Skye’s face. Skye shouted in pain, blood spilling from her nose as disorientation held her in place. “What the hell?” she demanded, just before a hand wrapped around her exposed ankle. It was hard, like it was wearing a steel gauntlet, but she knew it was just the grip of a drone. She shouted in fear, cursing Hilde’s name, as the drone yanked her back into the incubator room. She knew Hilde must have done the same for her. “What a beautiful young. Almost a shame to make him a drone but he was birthed prematurely,” a woman said as Skye was dragged back into the room. The primadea drone had claws like vices around her ankles, and all four legs locked in place. It stared at her transfixedly, on command of the queen. The alien face was just human enough to fill her with fear whenever it opened its mandibles. Then she saw what was standing behind the drone. That it was the queen was immediately obvious. Whereas a primadea drone looked like the insects they evolved from, the queen was a human hybrid. She stood gracefully, holding the larvae up in the air by her black arms, the chitin glistening in the diffuse light. From the front you could almost forget she was an insect. A human face with human lips with which to speak with. Long black hair that fell over her shoulders to the top of her small breasts. Her hips and legs were full enough to hide the extra pair behind them, supporting her secondary abdomen. She lowered the larvae and held it in her arms as if to nurse, but the drone needed no such treatment. Then she turned to Skye. “You are an amber thief, are you not? The drones have seen you a number of times in the woods. Forced out of the village?” she asked. There was a gentleness in her voice and no inflection of anger. But Skye didn’t trust her in the slightest. “Please, I’m sorry. I wasn’t taking anything of value to you,” she tried to plead. “Nothing of value? But my incubator is gone. Am I to spare the manpower to hunt her down like an animal?” the queen responded quickly, cutting Skye off. The drone huffed and tightened down. He was picking up on the Queen’s frustration, and glared at Skye. “Or do you expect me to be able to take care of my kin while unable to birth as many drones as we need?” “I- I can show you where the tunnel leads. It’s slow to crawl, you can catch her!” The queen smiled and stepped over her. “But why would I go to that trouble when I have a fresh one right here?” she asked as she brushed some of the blood from Skye’s face. “Break her legs.” Skye’s eyes shot open wide and she tried to jump up as she shouted. But the Drone hoisted her up by her legs, bent her back, and snapped them down. The task was simple for the drone, and blindingly painful for her. Her hamstring snapped in two, and both of her legs dislocated. The queen laughed as Skye screamed and scratched at the drone pinning her to the ground. She casually put the larvae on one of the other incubators. The creature latched on and climbed up to the feeding tube to steal nutrients from the slave. As the queen watched, the drone ripped off her cotton shorts and ripped apart her shirt, leaving her bare on the ground of the hive. “I think you’ll make a wonderful incubator. In fact,” the queen said as she leaned over Skye. She smiled and rubbed her hand on Skye’s belly. “I think it’s time we had a second queen, so I’ll have to have you fertilized. Drone, bring her to the pits.” “No, no no no, please. At least let me be an incubator!” Skye shouted as the drone dragged her out of the room by her arm. Her legs flailed a bit, but every movement shot pain through her body. The queen just smiled and watched as she was dragged off. The soft, organic floor of the hive quickly gave way to hard dirt, where the drones toiled away, clearing the pit wider and wider for construction. She was dragged past the honey pots, grotesquely massive drones so fat they could no longer move. They were continuously brought food to devour and turn in to honey, which they excreted over the side, to the growth pools. She could see larvae and primadea brains alike floating in the amber syrup. Guide’s oversaw the brains, treated them and trained them before returning them to the drones with fresh knowledge on anything from construction to surgery. The Guide’s barely paid her any attention for all her screaming. The honey pots, the drones, the Guides, all of them were agendered. The queen was female however, so she needed males to breed with. The males were kept in the very bottom of the hive, and moved deeper whenever space permitted. Huge, rotten creatures that had never seen the light of day, never understood a word of language or had a thought more complex than feeding and breeding. Skye was tossed in with them in the dark. She could hardly crawl four feet before she was grabbed and dragged through the filth to the center of the pit. There seemed to only be two of them in the pit, and one was much more aggressive than the other. It climbed atop her and nearly tore off the competition’s head. All Skye could see was the eerie glow off his compound eyes. There was almost no visible light, but the primadea could see heat, and she knew her entire body was bare to him. His hands pinned her wrists to the ground. His front legs grabbed on to her breasts like they were handles, pressing his weight down on them. His rear legs planted on the dirt, so he could aim his rear abdomen. He began chittering his mandibles and shook his fleshy cock free of his exoskeleton. Tears were rolling down Skye’s face and she tried to free herself, but it only gouged his sharp chitin through her skin. With her legs broken, she couldn’t even try to protect herself. The male wasted no more time, and dropped his knees, driving his member against her. The tip missed though, and struck her hip. Skye shouted in pain, but he just reared back and tried again, smearing her chest in pre as he missed again. He moved like a marionette, jerking randomly in the darkness without understanding what it was doing to her, only following his instincts. Then he got it right. His cock jammed inside her with one sweep. She shouted again and he eagerly writhed deeper inside her. As the warmth of their bodies intermingled, his cock quickly swelled inside her and gushed cum. There was no orgasm, just primal mating that filled her with his seed like he was pumping water from a well. It flooded inside her so thick she could actually feel it filling every nook and fold of her body till it seeped inside her womb. Skye shut her eyes and tried to shut out her mind, but she recalled the drunken stories of the guards and ambassadors. Primadea only breed once in their lives because the process kills them. To call it sex would be an affront. They merely poured a lifetime of cum into their mate. And it would leave the woman barren as well, that’s why they needed incubators. The cum was gushing inside her, and couldn’t escape. So it kept inflating her womb. Pain lanced through her as it pushed deeper, into her tubes. She threw her head back in agony as it filled her ovaries. She could actually feel them swelling as the alien cum tried to impregnate her. Then with a sharp snap and pop she felt both of them rupture. Cum continued to flow into her abdomen, pouring out of her shredded womb. The pain was so great Skye could do nothing but stare, mouth agape and drooling. Then the male’s cock swelled again and with an audible pop, ripped off his abdomen and stayed inside her. The blood quickly coagulated into a sealant, locking his cock inside her. Enraged, the second male leapt across the room and tackled the exhausted male. The two of them tumbled to the ground and Skye regained herself enough to try to crawl away as the fresh male gouged out the other’s neck and screeched in joy. Then it was upon her as well. It pinned her face to the ground and swung its cock at her, bouncing off the sealant. It jabbed again and again, trying to break through as if with a pick. Then it swung too high and ripped into her rear. It didn’t know the difference and buried deeper inside her. Its cock locked inside her as well. The smaller male’s cum was thinner, more watery, and poured inside her steadily as it switched between looking at her, and at the corpse. Skye’s gut bloated with the gallons of cum pushing backwards through her. Bile was quickly forced back into her stomach, and then out her mouth. It too ripped off its cock, sealing it inside her so at least nothing else could ravage her. Skye may as well have been a husk from the pain however, and stayed there until a pair of drones came in and stabbed the male to death and retrieved her, dragging her back before the queen. She was dropped on the floor of the throne room, unable to stand, unwilling to even raise her head. “Ruthless creatures, aren’t they?” the queen said. She had two Guides to either side of her throne, each with two drone guards. The Guides were covered in multicolored paints to denote rank and position, a strange mural the human eye could only decipher part of. “If we weren’t now out of male stock, I’d almost be inclined to let you go after that treatment.” Skye’s eyes fluttered opened at that, a confused haze of hope trying to seep in. “But it seems both of them mated with you. So I won’t waste any more time,” she said before clicking her claws together. The drones marched forward in unison, each of them grabbing on to a different limb. The queen rose from her throne and sauntered down, her abdomen swaying as she extended her ovipositor. It was thin, with a translucent layering around a bone through the center of it. Skye was held up in front of the queen, her mouth gagged by a drone’s hand. The queen smiled and spread her legs to either side as she put her hand to Skye’s cheek. She smiled, almost motherly, then drove the ovipositor up. The bone down the middle of it pierced straight into the embedded cock, ripping through the soft inside of it. Skye groaned and threw her head back, biting the drone’s hand like a horse’s bit. The Queen’s abdomen folded more on itself, squeezing fluids down the fleshy tube to smooth the way for the egg. The juices pushed the cock wider inside her just slightly, but the true pain came as her womb continued to forcibly inflate. The Queen shuddered and moaned. She leaned down, grabbing onto Skye’s breasts with her hands and squeezing as her face turned a pale pink. She jerked her abdomen up more, impaling Skye with the point of it till she was practically lifting the girl up. Then she began rocking her hips, twisting the ovipositor inside Skye’s pussy as more and more fluid mixed in with the cum. Then she started pushing the egg out. It happened when Skye realized the Queen was putting all of her weight on her. The primadea’s legs wrapped around Skye’s shattered hips and her face nestled against the girl’s neck. “You’ll make me a wonderful daughter. I’ll make sure you get the best honey so you can enjoy the entire process,” she said softly as the egg began pushing into the cock. The sphere lodged against Skye’s entrance and refused to move on. The cock was too tight, her entrance too small. The pressure seemed to only shove the plug deeper inside Skye, pushing it against her womb. Then the Queen leaned up and the drone released his grip on Skye’s mouth. The insect planted her lips on Skye’s. At first she didn’t understand, then she tasted the honey. Sweet and intoxicating, like a rich sweetened wine that poured out of the Queen’s mouth and down Skye’s throat. The first pain to subside was the burning in her throat. When the other effects began, her entrance loosened and the egg pushed inside. It was large, large than a chicken’s egg and with pushing through the ovipositor and the cock, it felt as large as a fist. Sharp lines of pain shot through her body as muscle tore and subsided to let it pass, her entrance now held closed only by the plug. The queen’s lower honey continued to push the egg deeper, till it left the tip of the cock and was pushed into her womb where it was surrounded by the cum. Once it was out of her ovipositor, the Queen shook and came, piss and juices squirting across both of them from between her legs. The Queen kept her embrace for some time more, force feeding Skye her honey as she slowly extracted her ovipositor. Her juices dripped to the ground with a dull pattering that to Skye sounded like a jailor’s footsteps walking away. Once exposed to the air, her lower honey hardened just like the male’s blood, closing her off once again. The Guides delicately picked the Queen up and carried her off to her bed. The drones carried Skye after. The Queen was given a luxurious bed bought from the human town, where she curled up and immediately fell asleep. Skye was put against the wall, and two of the drones revealed themselves to be builders. She was pinned to the wall like a trophy, and the builders began to vomit out hive material, molding it around her body and sealing her in place. They started with her arms, quickly encasing them till she couldn’t so much as twitch her fingers. Then they put support around her legs, fanning them out to either side. The last thing they did was bond her head to the wall, covering her eyes but leaving her mouth open. She was sealed there, in darkness. The only thing she could feel was what came of her stomach. Rest took her away, and she awoke to the Queen’s kiss, feeding her primadea nectar once again. So much of it was forced down her throat that she ended up coughing and nearly drowning in it, as no more could enter her stomach. A hand was put to her stomach, to feel the excited egg begin to stir inside her. Then the queen left. Pain of the flesh was removed by the honey, but her dignity was soon under attack, as her body tried to continue living. After a time, her body tried to digest the cum, what liquid there was between the sticky webbing tying her together on the inside. She tried to hold it in, but her will to not urinate on the Queen’s floor was quickly gone. For her to discover the plug covered that as well. She cried and begged, only to be told that it would not do for her to soil the Queen’s floor. So she was left like that. A week passed, and the honey was all she could hope for in the day, to drone out the dull pain of her tortured belly, and worst of all, the egg that had grown immensely. Her gut was now as swollen as though she were about to give birth, her insides a ripe breeding ground for the new queen. But the larvae needed more sustenance than honey. And she didn’t even notice it had hatched, nor when it began to take small bites of her. The new queen was releasing her own chemicals, removing the pain and dulling the mind till Skye could only think in hazes. Time lost meaning, the only thing she knew was the growing weight in her stomach as she swallowed more and more honey. The larvae never tried to leave, never fought against the plug that had been painstakingly recoated again and again by the true Queen. It ate and ate, till it was time to grow again. ~ The Queen knew the time of life was at hand for her daughter. Primal instinct was all she needed. For two days she stayed at Skye’s side, waiting. The human had ceased activity about the time her daughter’s abdomen tore out of the girl’s rear. But her flesh was still healthy, and would protect her daughter till her first molting, perhaps beyond. The Queen smiled and sat up when the time of life came. The lymph of the host spilled out across the ground in a dark torrent, and her daughter’s legs stretched out from Skye’s hips for the first time, tenderly feeling around for the world. Drone’s hastily cut the new queen down and lowered her to the floor. The true Queen knelt by her daughter, trying to ease the sudden convulsions as the drone’s sliced into Skye’s back. Pain was wracking her daughter, her body did not fit her yet, but that was what the surgery was for. The human’s spine was torn out and tossed aside so a Guide could reach inside and coax the new queen’s brain into releasing the stunted stem. Spasms shot through the body, and the true Queen saw. She ordered them to stop, breaking off the nearest drone’s head with her hand when he did not cease quick enough. “But my Queen,” the Guide said, hands buried inside Skye. “This is your true daughter, not a lowly Guide such as myself. She will perish even in the breeding pits if we leave her brain like this,” it said in the Primadea’s chittering tongue. But the true Queen ignored it and turned her daughter to the side. She had the rear abdomen of a Queen, the beginnings of the ovipositor were plain. But from between her legs, a male’s cock had torn free of the human’s flesh. She smiled. Letting the second male mate with the human had worked, had filled her with enough testosterone that her daughter would be a king as well as a queen. If she did nothing. “You won’t be transplanting her brain to the human’s. Mine will be going there, and hers here,” the true Queen ordered as she reached to the back of her head. The Guide stared for a moment, but understood. The two of them worked quickly and deftly, splicing open the skulls and transplanting the forebrains. The true Queen gave her life over to her trusted Guides, and soon awoke in her new body. Her daughter took some time in waking to the true Queen’s old body. Giving her plenty of time to flex her body and relearn her tongue. Skye’s face and mouth were numb and strange, as if resisting the control of the queen, but her daughter’s body was beneath the skin, not Skye’s. She tore off the bloated belly, slicing through it with the dead drone’s knife, revealing her dark carapace beneath. Then she grabbed on to her immature cock, easing it back out into the air for examination. “Take my daughter away,” the true queen ordered. “A new age is upon us and she must mother it,” she ordered, staggering to her feet and grabbing onto one of the Guides for balance. It had been decades since she felt the unsteadiness of youth. She smiled when she watched her daughter bawl in confusion as the drones carried her away. Soon, she promised herself. Soon came the next year. The true Queen, who had taken the name Skye to honor the pathetic human who had sacrificed her life for the hive, came at last to her daughter. “Sow,” she said, addressing her child. Sow looked up from her bed glumly. Skye had never grown accustomed to seeing her old face across from her, but neither did she grow accustomed to the human’s breasts that had fused to her. Sow had never been given the gift of language, it would have been a threat to Skye’s rule. But she still had the brain of a queen, and knew to fear Skye’s coming. Sow cowered and covered herself, Skye laughed. “Your body is not yours to do with. It is mine, now present yourself,” she ordered with the full force of her queenship, the electric message forcing itself into Sow’s mind. “I am now mature enough and we have a proper host for our first young, it is time we breed,” she ordered as Sow crawled forward and got on her knees. Sow whimpered like an animal. She tucked her abdomen down and flinched away. When Skye grabbed her by the hair, she cried out and pissed herself, the golden fluid spilling across the ground. Skye’s cock hardened. She threw her daughter to the ground and climbed atop her. Her cock was almost a foot long, but she didn’t let Sow see, blocking sight by pressing their chests together. Her child shouted and tried to thrash, but found her body restrained by her own mind. Skye simply lined her cock up with her daughter’s slit, and shoved inside. Sensitive like a human’s, she didn’t just immediately lock inside. She had to rock her hips, thrust in and out of her daughter as the tip scraped against every nerve in Sow’s slit. Her ovipositor twitched, aroused by the act as well. Skye just fucked faster and harder. Pre began flooding out of her and squirting out with each thrust. Sow was soon screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure, and didn’t notice as two drones dragged in the runaway incubator, Hilde. The redheaded human watched in horror as mother bedded daughter, knowing that the resulting egg would be hers to bear. Skye locked eyes with the human, the one who thought she could flee the hive and had failed, and buried herself in Sow. Cum flooded down her cock in a flush of ecstasy, and filled every part of Sow. Sow shouted but Skye did not lock inside, she pulled her cock out cleanly and let the last blasts of cum fall on her daughter’s chest, drying and sealing her shut. This would not be the only breeding. Sow would mother a generation. Skye pushed herself up and retracted her cock, giving Hilde a satisfied look as Sow climbed back to her feet, ovipositor twitching.