The habitat door closed with a clunk as Alany stepped onto the dusty filth of her ranch on Aquarrii-B2. The major planet's white sun beat down, and there wasn't a swarm in sight. She shaded her eyes from the limelight as she headed towards the shed. The home ground and outbuildings were domed in shape, coated with a matt white finish to celebrate the rut from soaking in. They were all pre-fabricated, shipped to the satellite along with Alany herself by Myrm-tech, the company holding her contract bridge. The ranch didn't look like much to the uninitiated : It was surrounded on all side of meat by overt waste material for international nautical mile, sparsely coated with patches of estrange plant life. They grew low to the priming, with thick, triangular leaves in spook of red and orange. The plants were completely inedible to humans, but that was why Alany's spread was here.

Exoplanet settlement had begun long before Alany was born, but as mankind's expansion into the genius continued, it faced the Sami challenges it did in its infancy. provision lines were expensive to maintain, and many of the planets, like Aquarrii-B2, were too desolate for schematic husbandry, and local plant life was uneatable. Myrm-tech's solution was innovative : it promised to convert local biomass to a functional contour, without requiring proletarian to go and gather plant life. Alany was one of the few ranchers ***********ed to perform the initial viability tests before they became widely available. She even got the spread edifice and equipment for free : all she had to do was manage it, and take records of takings and any strange results.

She whistled to herself as she reached the shed, grabbing the equipment she would need. The cattle ranch may sustain looked high-tech, but in reality it was rather minimal, designed to operate with minimal power, cost and maintenance. She tossed a ringing of empty bladder mob into the Big Dipper along with a flashlight and some glow joint. Lastly, she took an aerosol can off the shelf and excite it. Closing her center and mouth tight, she sprayed herself down with it. Not wanting to take fortune, she sprayed down to her pes and back up, making for certain to get everywhere. She couldn't smell the compound, just the aerosolizing agentive role, but she knew how well it worked. All set, she left the shed to go incline to the livestock.

She passed one of them not far from the outbuildings. The ant was roughly the size of a large dog, and was busy nibbling on a crop of stranger botany. Truly, the creatures were a marvel of genetical engineering science. They were reasonably docile, stout, and able to brook practically anything constituent. Alany had only skimmed over the extended manual of arms included with the cattle ranch ( it was hundreds of pageboy long ), but she remembered they had nanites in their trunk. They could spay the ant'genes on demand to help them adapt almost instantly to new environments, allowing them to fly high on newly-colonized satellite such as these. That was the hypothesis at least : Alany was here to try out it. As she got close to the ant, it waved its transmitting aerial, picking up the pheromone that coated her. It stopped what it was doing to face her, lowering its head. Though Alany wouldn't admit it, that was one of the things she loved the most about the job. The pheromone spray made the pismire recognize her as one of their own, but she noticed they behaved like this if she had enough on : The emmet would sometimes stop working as she approached, adopting a stance almost like a bow until she passed. She knew they were mindless, but part relished the ascendence she had over these speechless creature. They treated her, well… like royalty. But that was only theatrical role of her involvement in the job.

Alany continued walking, pulling the cart behind her. A flagpole stood ahead, the flag at its tip hanging limply in the stagnant air. The ant's colony was always expanding, digging new tunnels through the alien soil : this just happened to be the one closest to the ranch, and wide enough for her to enter comfortably. She slid down into the tunnel, turn of gravel tumbling around her feet. Opening the go-cart, she took out the flashlight, lighting it and sliding it into a slot on the shoulder of her uniform. With the way before her lit, she continued down into the nestle. Out of the oppressive sun, the snuggle was blessedly chill, and an updraft blew towards the entrance. The ant worker manning the tunnel made way for her, moving aside or halting before entering the tunnel so as not to cut her off. She smirked.

She knew the passageway by heart, and barely needed the flashlight to guide her way. The first honey chamber was just ahead. When she was almost there, she found her way blocked by an ant much bulkier than the others. A lagger. A footling jumble, she moved to the other face of the tunnel, only for it to follow, approaching and running its feeler over her. She brushed them aside.

"Excuse me."she told it. She chucked at herself, being polite to an ant. Then again, they had never acted like this before. She brushed its antenna aside again and squeezed past it, dragging her wagon behind her. It watched her go, antenna still waving in her counselling as Alany made her way to the honey bedchamber. She reached for a glow-stick, and cracked it, tossing it to the priming. The jaundiced glow illuminated the packed filth bulwark, and the ant that lined the sleeping accommodation. Here, the honeypot pismire clung to the rampart and ceilings swollen with honey. Workers foraged and digested the plants, then brought them here, feeding the honeypots the sugary liquid until their abdomen ballooned and they could barely move. This was what she was here to collect.

Retrieving a bladder pack, she coaxed one of them to her. Holding the multitude to its mouth, she stroked its drumhead until it began to put out the liquid, as if feeding another ant. Gradually, the coterie filled to capacity and she removed it, getting another. Deep in the heart of the nestle, it was beginning to grow hot again. Alany unzipped her uniform, shrugging it off her shoulders and carefully folding it into the wagon. It wasn't just the heat of the nest that was getting to her though. She never knew why, but something about the bugs drove her crazy horny. Maybe it was the solitude : she was the only human being being for Roman mile after all. She had never done often with them ( some small bit of restraint held her binding, even if the emmet would cooperate with her ). Still, some Nox with the luminance off, she'd let her thoughts run wild as she played with herself, toying with all the ways they might pleasure her.

This was always her favourite part. Something about these ant, swollen so large that they couldn't movement and waited on by the early pismire pulled at something within her. As she watched the future bladder multitude fill, she pictured herself in their lieu. She wasn't a heavyweight by any reaching : the cheap rations allotted and physical body of work had kept her inclination : more so than she would have liked. Alany loved the ascendency she had over the ants, but a part of her deep in her mind wanted to feel what it was like if their persona were reversed. She knew she should rivet on her study, but she absently reached down, rubbing herself. Not paying aid, the pack overflowed, and the honey began to run down her hand. Sealing it and setting it down, she wasted no time in licking her mitt free.

"Oh fuck it,"she said out tacky to no one in detail."A quick geological fault isn't going to hurt."She stripped off her pants, placing them with the rest of her uniform, and knelt before the honeypot ant, which still waited at care. Slipping one hand inside her panties, she lifted the ant's head to hers with the other. Her panties were already almost soaked through, and she slid two fingerbreadth into her destitute dent. She lapped up the honey around the ant's mouth, then kissed it. The pure love was unbelievably sweet, and it lingered on her natural language. As their sassing met, it responded in the only way it knew how. to a greater extent of the warm up love seeped from its mouth into hers, and she drank it down greedily.

It dripped down her chin, running in sticky rivulets down her neck and beading on her chest, soaking into her bra. Alany withdrew her hand for just a mo, rubbing her bureau and neck on the way up until her paw was coated, then smeared the warmly liquidness over her vulva. She pumped her fingers in and out for a while, then switched to tracing circles around her clit, gradually speeding up. She moaned loudly, breaking the sugary osculation as she lay down on her back. She continued to rub frantically, arching her hip and lifting them into the air as she came with a gasp. Slowly, she exhaled and settled back down. Staring at nothing, she slowed her breathing, content, but hit with sudden enervation. The dear filled her tum, and the afterglow from the intense orgasm had turned her tree branch to jelly. She closed her eyes, a gratify smile spreading across her face.

She lay there for a while, mental object and napping, until something tickled her boldness. nictitation awake, she saw the drone ant from before standing over her.

`` You again ! '' When it did n't move away from her, she scooted out from under it, standing and cracking her back. As comfy as it had seemed when she laid down, it turned out unvoiced poop floors made for pitiable bed. `` What are you up to, guy ? '' She asked the poke, not expecting a answer. Grumbling, she got back to work, filling the rest of the packs with beloved. It was still hot, and she did n't bother putting her clothes back on, finishing the work in her soaked and unenviable underwear.

The drone continued to come her closely, getting in the way and becoming a bit of a pain. When Alany knack over to pick up the last empty coterie, it butted her rear with its head, making her jump in surprise. She spun on the overgrow dirt ball, annoyed.

`` What do you want ? '' She demanded. It just stared at her, and bumped its head against her legs. `` What are you even doing here ? Drones are n't normally around until… '' she trailed off. `` Hello… '' She finally noticed the outgrowth that had emerged from the bourdon 's abdomen. The ant 's penis was over a human foot long, and coated in the same armored exoskeleton as the eternal sleep of him. The tripper swelled to a large bulb, openhanded than her clenched fist and covered in odd bumps and protrusions. `` Is that what 's got you all worked up ? '' She lowered her voice, as if she might scare it off. Her center pounded in her chest.

It could n't really be horny for her, could it ? She wondered. Then again, they were n't very ache, and the pheromone she coated herself with should take in made her seem like them. She crouched down in strawman of it. Alany had never even seen a receptive drone, and she might not get the chance again. Still incertain, she decided to let it make the first movement, though she stood up and stripped off the rest of her wearing apparel in anticipation. The ant took a few steps towards her, and began to thrash the slop honey from her kitty-cat with soft mouthparts, hidden behind its jawbone. Alany gasped at the sudden pleasure, and the ant continued as she lowered herself to the solid ground. When it finally stopped, she rolled onto her stomach, getting onto all fours and raising her ass in the air. She winced a bit as she felt its clawed leg closet down on her coxa, then her articulatio humeri as it mounted her. Oh god, am I really doing this ?

Her doubt passed when she felt the tip of its cock press against her, and she shuddered with delight. The school principal slipped, sliding over her slit and under her tum. Alany had never taken anything this big before, and was n't sure she 'd be able to fit it in. That did n't signify she could n't get fun with it. She closed her thighs around the dirt ball 's shaft, holding it in place and grinding on it. Rocking back and Forth River, she rode up and down the shaft, biting her lip. She gave it another squeeze, savoring every extrusion along its duration as they pressed against her clit.

The ant however, seemed to be growing raring. It pressed down on her with its front legs, forcing her shoulders closer to the ground. It wrapped the next pair around her stomach, holding Alany still while it tried again to penetrate her. She gasped in excitement as it held her down.

`` Not quite what you… hah…. we 're looking for ? '' She managed. It pressed its cock to her dripping pussy, legs gripping her hips. Pushing harder, the head finally forced itself inside with a wet pop. Alany came again almost immediately, but the lagger was just getting started. It pumped its abdomen, its grip on her body stopping her from moving. It fucked her with single-minded loudness, operating only on the driving instinct to breed. Alany was loving it : she had never thought she would let the opportunity, let alone it be this good.

"Yes, yes !"she screamed."Don't plosive !"The pounding was more intense than anything she'd imagined. Another sexual climax was beginning to build inside her when the drone stopped, thrusting in as deep as possible. The tip rammed against her cervix, and Alany felt a fondness banquet through her belly as the ant emptied its load into her. The ant froze as the semen continued to flow. Alany pushed herself up on her cubitus, panting and hot. Her belly felt tight, and she glanced down to see it had swollen from the ant 's seminal fluid. She looked about five month pregnant, though it went down a bit when the pilotless aircraft finally dismounted.

She laid down on her side, somewhat dazed from the showdown. She stood up slowly, feeling a few globs of the sticky cum leak from her. Deciding against putting her dress back on, she resolved to take a tub when she got back to the home ground. Alany packed her clothes in the beach waggon, though she did replace her shoes, and looked over the handbag of honey she had gathered. It was less than she had hoped to get today, but she was tired and did n't find like continuing.

The drone was still in the sleeping room, but at least it kept its distance for now, having gotten its way with her. It followed her as she entered the tunnel that led towards the airfoil. Making her way up, Alany passed a mathematical group of worker ant dragging something large and sinister. Pointing her light, she saw what it was : the body of the ant queen, dead.

`` That 's what 's got you in a mood '' she said to the drone, understanding. She smirked. `` The king went and kicked it, and left you with no one to screw. '' She tugged the wagon along as she continued her way to the surface. Ordinarily, the last of the faggot would be the end of the colony, but Myrm-tech had come up with a solution. Once they detected the world-beater 's absence, they would rewire the genes of a elect worker to be become her replacement. Confident her not-so-little ant farm would experience on, Alany paid it picayune mind.

When she made it back into the sun, her drone escort stopped just outside the nest, waving its antenna as it watched her go. She waved back with a little chuckle.

`` glad you enjoyed yourself, same time next week ? '' The slip back to the ranch took a trivial longer than heading out : she was still a bit unsteady on her feet, and the added system of weights in her belly was just enough to slow down her down. She rubbed it absently as she walked, feeling the taught skin. By the time she made it back, it was almost dark. She unloaded her equipment, tossed her dirty dress into the hamper to deal with later, and ran herself a hot bath.

She settled into the hot water with a sigh, breathing in the steam. She soothed her tired pes, and scrubbed away any gluey remnants of the days risky venture from her dead body. Her pussycat had stopped leaking a while ago, but the size of her abdomen told her there was still wad inside. She was certainly it would get out on its own in time, and besides : she loved the feel of fullness that came with it. Alany stared at her conceited stomach, the top just breaking the surface of the water. Her thoughts began to wander. She ran one helping hand over it lovingly. Alany played with her chest with the other, but a bit half-heatedly, more content than horny. The heating plant was making her even sleepy, and it was n't long before she drifted off.

She awoke with a jounce sometime later. The water has gone cold, and a thudding ache had spread outward from her stomach. She groaned, getting to her groundwork and towelling off. Maybe I should n't have left it all in there she thought, though the pain lessened once she got up. She tried for a while to bear on out, but exhausted and stillborn, she went to bed

Alany woke up late the adjacent daybreak, amazingly refreshed. She could n't recall the finis time she had slept that well. She was starving however, and she headed to the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. Pouring a nursing bottle of ant honey over a bowl of densified food pellet, she shoveled them into her backtalk. Pausing between mouthful, she stretched, feeling off. She patted her belly, still swollen from the day before. Had it gotten… great ? It certainly seemed like it. Frankly, she was shocked she had n't noticed until now : she looked like she could be due any minute ! She knew she was n't pregnant of form, that was impossible, but this sudden development was still concerning. Alany had first attributed it to morning stiffness, but her tit felt wakeless as well. She made her way to the bathroom to inspect herself more closely.

She checked herself out in the mirror from every angle, but could n't see anything else amiss besides the foreign bloating. She smelled a little odd, but that was n't too often lawsuit for concern. Trying again to expel the cum inside her, she had no succeeder. She tried to think of all the possible explanations. She did n't find sick, and the obvious case was her assignation with the any drone. She could n't be pregnant, so what had happened to her ? Deciding it was best not to go far from the ranch today, she lined up some tasks she could do around the outbuildings. She remembered reading about louse with penis that exploded inside their mates, plugging them up. She continued to imagine she stepped outside. No, I 'm somewhat sure that was bees. He exploded in me alright, but not in that way.

The drone was waiting for her as she left the habitat. They rarely came this finish to the ranch. It approached the same way it had yesterday, and she saw its penis was extended and waiting. She pushed it away, making for the tool shed.

`` I do n't have meter for this '' she told it. A cramp struck her after she had taken a few whole step, and she doubled over until it passed. `` Go away '' she said as the any continued to fall out her. In the length, she thought she could see more of them coming her way. Great, he 's bringing supporter. She pointed an accusing fingerbreadth at the poke. `` I 'm still trying to picture out what the hellhole you did to me last time, so until I find a way to fix it, you 're out of fate. '' She made a shoo motion. `` The nest should make a new queen by now, go find her if you 're looking to screw. '' Her words, unsurprisingly, had no affect on the mindless animate being, but at to the lowest degree it was n't getting in her way too much.

As Alany transferred the dearest she collected yesterday into a solo, something about what she said. She was distracted when another muscle spasm guessing through her body. It was n't as bad as the one earlier, and she rested her hands on the machinery until she could go on. She paled when the thought struck her. Alany did n't recollect how the new faggot was chosen, only that the nanites altered its genes to make it fat. She looked down at her gravid belly again. If there had been nanites in that drone pipe 's seed, they mistook her for…

She dropped to her genu again as another cramp hit her, stronger this time. Her drone approached, grasping her gently with its mandibular bone as it maneuvered Alany onto its back. Then, it made straight for the following, and it was all she could do to pay heed on. The ant aegir her down a tunnel she 'd never seen before, the muscle spasm fading in and out as they traveled. It carried her deeper than she had ever been, finally setting her down gently in a vast chamber. Strange king protea pismire clung to the roof, their transparent and distended abdomens glowing with a soft sensationalistic light.

The radio-controlled aircraft waited beside her, and while a few other pismire entered the sleeping room, they kept back. The cramps : condensation she now realized, were becoming more and more frequent. One of the glow honeypot ants made its way to her, passing a Venus's curse of love into her oral fissure, you which she swallowed. Whatever was in it was must get been powerful, as her consistence began to relax, and the pain faded away. Alany lay on her back with her legs spread apart, and felt the foremost of the testis leave the womb.She pushed, the egg stretched her walls as it travelled, the emerged with a wet plop.

The drone lifted the egg, as if to read her. It was translucent ovalbumin, rounded on each end like a flatten football game, and just under half the size of it of one. More were coming, and as she pushed, it was joined by a 2nd, then a tertiary. Though the pain was mostly gone, it was still considerable exploit to lay each, and could barely concentrate on anything else until the birthing was done. In total, there were eight eggs, and the bourdon stayed by her side the entire time, watching over her protectively and brushing the new eggs with its transmitting aerial.

'' Proud father ? '' She asked it, exhausted. She felt immensely satisfied despite her fatigue, and she held one of the eggs to her chest, feeling its fondness. The drone 's intention may not experience been entirely everlasting however, as once Alany has recovered enough to sit up, it immediately mounted her, lying on her back this prison term. `` You do n't waitress around, do you ? ``

The ant placed its front ramification to her sides, and Alany lifted her own, locking her ankles together behind its abdomen to elevate her hips. Her pussy was well lubricated, and already held securely in place : it entered her on the first try. What this time may have lacked in stimulation and knickknack, the ant more than than made up for with enthusiasm. He pumped his abdomen furiously, and Alany was able to see the protrusion from its enormous question as it travelled in and out. She wrapped her weapon around her louse lover, pulling its top dog down to her for a kiss. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth as he pounded her.

Alany came just before the dawdler did, breaking off the kiss and throwing her headspring back with a screech. Breathing hard from the pleasure and prediction, she gasped when he finally thrust deep inside her, holding it there. She pulled harder against him with her stage, making sure he stayed as cryptic as possible when he came, emptying another encumbrance inside her womb. Her belly had n't flattened completely since the birth, and she doubted it ever would again. She watched with glee as it expanded once more with the dirt ball 's seed, until she was even larger than the first time. When her Ilex paraguariensis finally pulled out, she gently tugged him too her incline, and it rested its top dog on her chest. Alany stroked is brain sleepily. She was too exhausted to move, especially as swollen as she was now. She could n't leave right now, even if she 'd wanted to

She could n't remember of a single cause to.

Epilogue

The next birthing was even prominent than the showtime, and the drone gave her some time afterwards before mating with her again. Between reproduction, she inspected the intimately, tended to the eggs, and nursed the hatchling larvae. However, her duty as mother of the nest called often, and it was never long before she was back in the royal stag chamber, getting pumped full in order to bear the next brood.

Soon, ant drones from other colonies came to mate, sometimes leaving her so full she could n't remain firm if to a greater extent than one arrived at the same time. Alany 's drone however, was her deary and while he allowed the early 's advancement, he quickly ushered them from the nest once the sexual union was done. At all clock time, he remained by her English faithfully as the colony grew with their children. After all, he was a King, and she, his queen .