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. "TouchΓ©. You appear to have at least retained
something