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Exoplanet colonization had begun long before Alany was born, but as mankind’s expansion into the stars continued, it faced the same challenges it did in its infancy. Supply lines were expensive to maintain, and many of the planets, like Aquarrii-B2, were too barren for conventional agriculture, and local plant life was inedible. Myrm-tech’s solution was innovative: it promised to convert local biomass to a usable form, without requiring workers 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 ranch buildings and equipment for free: all she had to do was manage it, and take records of yields and any unusual results.
She whistled to herself as she reached the shed, grabbing the equipment she would need. The ranch may have looked hi-tech, but in reality it was rather minimal, designed to operate with minimal power, cost and maintenance. She tossed a ring of empty bladder packs into the wagon along with a flashlight and some glow sticks. Lastly, she took an aerosol can off the shelf and shook it. Closing her eyes and mouth tight, she sprayed herself down with it. Not wanting to take chances, she sprayed down to her feet and back up, making sure to get everywhere. She couldn’t smell the compound, just the aerosolizing agent, but she knew how well it worked. All set, she left the shed to go tend 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 alien flora. Truly, the creatures were a marvel of genetic engineering. They were reasonably docile, hardy, and able to digest practically anything organic. Alany had only skimmed over the lengthy manual included with the ranch (it was hundreds of pages long), but she remembered they had nanites in their bodies. They could alter the ants’ genes on demand to help them adapt almost instantly to new environments, allowing them to thrive on newly-colonized planets such as these. That was the theory at least: Alany was here to test it. As she got close to the ant, it waved its antenna, 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 ants recognize her as one of their own, but she noticed they behaved like this if she had enough on: The ants 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 control she had over these dumb beasts. They treated her, well… like royalty. But that was only part of her interest 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 nearest to the ranch, and wide enough for her to enter comfortably. She slid down into the tunnel, bits of gravel tumbling around her feet. Opening the 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 nest. Out of the oppressive sun, the nest was blessedly cool, and an updraft blew towards the entrance. The ant workers manning the tunnels made way for her, moving aside or halting before entering the tunnel so as not to cut her off. She smirked.
She knew the passageways 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 drone. A little confused, she moved to the other side of the tunnel, only for it to follow, approaching and running its antennae 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 direction as Alany made her way to the honey chamber. She reached for a glow-stick, and cracked it, tossing it to the ground. The yellow glow illuminated the packed dirt walls, and the ants that lined the chamber. Here, the honeypot ants clung to the walls and ceilings swollen with honey. Workers foraged and digested the plants, then brought them here, feeding the honeypots the sugary liquid until their abdomens 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 pack to its mouth, she stroked its head until it began to release the liquid, as if feeding another ant. Gradually, the pack filled to capacity and she removed it, getting another. Deep in the heart of the nest, 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 for miles after all. She had never done much with them (some small bit of restraint held her back, even if the ants would cooperate with her). Still, some nights with the lights 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 ants, swollen so large that they couldn’t move and waited on by the other ants pulled at something within her. As she watched the next bladder pack fill, she pictured herself in their place. She wasn’t a heavyweight by any stretch: the cheap rations allotted and physical work had kept her lean: more so than she would have liked. Alany loved the control she had over the ants, but a part of her deep in her mind wanted to feel what it was like if their roles were reversed. She knew she should focus on her work, but she absently reached down, rubbing herself. Not paying attention, 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 hand free.
“Oh fuck it,” she said out loud to no one in particular. “A quick break 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 attention. 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 fingers into her needy slit. She lapped up the honey around the ant’s mouth, then kissed it. The pure honey was unbelievably sweet, and it lingered on her tongue. As their mouths met, it responded in the only way it knew how. More of the warm honey 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 moment, rubbing her chest and neck on the way up until her hand was coated, then smeared the warm liquid 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 kiss as she lay down on her back. She continued to rub frantically, arching her hips 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 exhaustion. The honey filled her stomach, and the afterglow from the intense orgasm had turned her limbs to jelly. She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
She lay there for a while, content and napping, until something tickled her face. Blinking awake, she saw the drone ant from before standing over her.
"You again!" When it didn't move away from her, she scooted out from under it, standing and cracking her back. As comfortable as it had seemed when she laid down, it turned out hard dirt floors made for poor beds. "What are you up to, guy?" She asked the drone, not expecting a reply. Grumbling, she got back to work, filling the rest of the packs with honey. It was still hot, and she didn't bother putting her clothes back on, finishing the work in her soaked and sticky underwear.
The drone continued to follow her closely, getting in the way and becoming a bit of a nuisance. When Alany bent over to pick up the last empty pack, it butted her rear with its head, making her jump in surprise. She spun on the overgrown insect, 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 aren't normally around until…" she trailed off. "Hello…" She finally noticed the appendage that had emerged from the drone's abdomen. The ant's penis was over a foot long, and coated in the same armored exoskeleton as the rest of him. The trip swelled to a large bulb, bigger than her 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 heart pounded in her chest.
It couldn't really be horny for her, could it? She wondered. Then again, they weren't very smart, and the pheromone she coated herself with should have made her seem like them. She crouched down in front of it. Alany had never even seen a receptive drone, and she might not get the chance again. Still unsure, she decided to let it make the first move, though she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes in anticipation. The ant took a few steps towards her, and began to lick the spilled honey from her pussy with soft mouthparts, hidden behind its mandibles. Alany gasped at the sudden pleasure, and the ant continued as she lowered herself to the 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 legs press down on her hips, then her shoulders 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 head slipped, sliding over her slit and under her stomach. Alany had never taken anything this big before, and wasn't sure she'd be able to fit it in. That didn't mean she couldn't have fun with it. She closed her thighs around the insect's shaft, holding it in place and grinding on it. Rocking back and forth, she rode up and down the shaft, biting her lip. She gave it another squeeze, savoring every bump along its length as they pressed against her clit.
The ant however, seemed to be growing impatient. 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 drone was just getting started. It pumped its abdomen, its grip on her body stopping her from moving. It fucked her with single-minded intensity, operating only on the driving instinct to breed. Alany was loving it: she had never thought she would have the opportunity, let alone it be this good.
“Yes, yes!” she screamed. “Don’t stop!” The pounding was more intense than anything she’d imagined. Another orgasm 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 warmth spread 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 elbows, panting and hot. Her belly felt tight, and she glanced down to see it had swollen from the ant's semen. She looked about five months pregnant, though it went down a bit when the drone finally dismounted.
She laid down on her side, somewhat dazed from the encounter. She stood up slowly, feeling a few globs of the sticky cum leak from her. Deciding against putting her clothes back on, she resolved to take a bath when she got back to the habitat. Alany packed her clothes in the wagon, though she did replace her shoes, and looked over the bags of honey she had gathered. It was less than she had hoped to get today, but she was tired and didn't feel like continuing.
The drone was still in the chamber, 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 surface. Making her way up, Alany passed a group of worker ants dragging something large and black. 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 queen 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 death of the queen would be the end of the colony, but Myrm-tech had come up with a solution. Once they detected the queen's absence, they would rewire the genes of a chosen worker to be become her replacement. Confident her not-so-little ant farm would live on, Alany paid it little mind.
When she made it back into the sunlight, 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 trip back to the ranch took a little longer than heading out: she was still a bit unsteady on her feet, and the added weight in her belly was just enough to slow 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 clothes 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 feet, and scrubbed away any sticky remnants of the days adventure from her body. Her pussy had stopped leaking a while ago, but the size of her stomach told her there was still plenty inside. She was sure it would come out on its own in time, and besides: she loved the feeling of fullness that came with it. Alany stared at her swollen stomach, the top just breaking the surface of the water. Her thoughts began to wander. She ran one hand over it lovingly. Alany played with her chest with the other, but a bit half-heatedly, more content than horny. The heat was making her even sleepier, and it wasn't long before she drifted off.
She awoke with a jolt sometime later. The water has gone cold, and a dull ache had spread outward from her stomach. She groaned, getting to her feet and towelling off. Maybe I shouldn't have left it all in there she thought, though the pain lessened once she got up. She tried for a while to push out, but exhausted and unsuccessful, she went to bed
Alany woke up late the next morning, amazingly refreshed. She couldn't recall the last time she had slept that well. She was starving however, and she headed to the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. Pouring a bottle of ant honey over a bowl of densified food pellets, she shoveled them into her mouth. Pausing between mouthfuls, she stretched, feeling off. She patted her stomach, still swollen from the day before. Had it gotten… bigger? It certainly seemed like it. Frankly, she was shocked she hadn't noticed until now: she looked like she could be due any minute! She knew she wasn't pregnant of course, that was impossible, but this sudden development was still concerning. Alany had first attributed it to morning stiffness, but her breasts felt heavy 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 couldn't see anything else wrong besides the strange bloating. She smelled a little odd, but that wasn't too much cause for concern. Trying again to expel the cum inside her, she had no success. She tried to think of all the possible explanations. She didn't feel sick, and the obvious cause was her tryst with the any drone. She couldn'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 insects with penises that exploded inside their mates, plugging them up. She continued to think she stepped outside. No, I'm pretty 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 close 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 don't have time for this" she told it. A cramp struck her after she had taken a few steps, and she doubled over until it passed. "Go away" she said as the any continued to follow her. In the distance, she thought she could see more of them coming her way. Great, he's bringing friends. She pointed an accusing finger at the drone. "I'm still trying to figure out what the hell you did to me last time, so until I find a way to fix it, you're out of luck." She made a shooing motion. "The nest should have a new queen by now, go find her if you're looking to screw." Her words, unsurprisingly, had no affect on the mindless creature, but at least it wasn't getting in her way too much.
As Alany transferred the honey she collected yesterday into a solo, something about what she said. She was distracted when another cramp shot through her body. It wasn't as bad as the ones earlier, and she rested her hands on the machinery until she could continue. She paled when the thought struck her. Alany didn't remember how the new queen was chosen, only that the nanites altered its genes to make it fertile. She looked down at her gravid belly again. If there had been nanites in that drone's semen, they mistook her for…
She dropped to her knees again as another cramp hit her, stronger this time. Her drone approached, grasping her gently with its mandibles as it maneuvered Alany onto its back. Then, it made straight for the next, and it was all she could do to hang on. The ant bore her down a tunnel she'd never seen before, the cramps 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 honeypot ants clung to the ceiling, their transparent and distended abdomens glowing with a soft yellow light.
The drone waited beside her, and while a few other ants entered the chamber, they kept back. The cramps: contractions she now realized, were becoming more and more frequent. One of the glowing honeypot ants made its way to her, passing a dose of honey into her mouth, you which she swallowed. Whatever was in it was must have been powerful, as her body began to relax, and the pain faded away. Alany lay on her back with her legs spread apart, and felt the first of the eggs 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 show her. It was translucent white, rounded on each end like a flattened football, and just under half the size of one. More were coming, and as she pushed, it was joined by a second, then a third. Though the pain was mostly gone, it was still considerable effort to lay each, and could barely concentrate on anything else until the birthing was done. In total, there were eight eggs, and the drone stayed by her side the entire time, watching over her protectively and brushing the new eggs with its antennae.
"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 warmth. The drone's intentions may not have been entirely pure however, as once Alany has recovered enough to sit up, it immediately mounted her, lying on her back this time. "You don't wait around, do you?"
The ant placed its front legs 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 foreplay and novelty, the ant more than made up for with enthusiasm. He pumped his abdomen furiously, and Alany was able to see the bulge from its enormous head as it travelled in and out. She wrapped her arms around her insect lover, pulling its head down to her for a kiss. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth as he pounded her.
Alany came just before the drone did, breaking off the kiss and throwing her head back with a scream. Breathing hard from the pleasure and anticipation, she gasped when he finally thrust deep inside her, holding it there. She pulled harder against him with her legs, making sure he stayed as deep as possible when he came, emptying another load inside her womb. Her belly hadn't flattened completely since the birth, and she doubted it ever would again. She watched with glee as it expanded once more with the insect's seed, until she was even larger than the first time. When her mate finally pulled out, she gently tugged him too her side, and it rested its head on her chest. Alany stroked is head sleepily. She was too exhausted to move, especially as swollen as she was now. She couldn't leave right now, even if she'd wanted to
She couldn't think of a single reason to.
Epilogue
The next birthing was even larger than the first, and the drone gave her some time afterwards before mating with her again. Between breedings, she inspected the best, 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 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 couldn't stand if more than one arrived at the same time. Alany's drone however, was her favorite and while he allowed the other's advances, he quickly ushered them from the nest once the mating was done. At all times, he remained by her side faithfully as the colony grew with their children. After all, he was a king, and she, his queen. -->
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