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
