Annas Accidental Replication Study Ch 20

Her feedings were becoming irregular. Based on what she could hear, the hive was truly struggling. What few wasps visited her were lethargic and didn't feed her as much as they usually did. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, feeling the wasps in her depths crawling around, licking up what little nutrient was pumped into her ass from her captors and what little her own body didn't absorb.

The mites continued to breed her. As soon as she had given birth, a legion of mites would crawl into her bladder and fuck themselves silly, making her cum her brains out. She was incubating her fourth clutch of mites now, and there were far more mites in the hive than could possibly fit inside her bladder. Every breeding they would fight for dominance, establishing their own pecking order on who got to slip into her body and breed. She was constantly stuffed full of their eggs, larvae, or newborn mites. The wasps in her ass were growing as well, their bodies still soft and pliable as they grew stronger with every bit of stolen mana given off from her orgasms.

Eventually, she felt one of the wasps making its way out. Maybe it was finally big enough, or maybe it was just hungry enough to take its chances outside its host. She felt it getting closer and closer to her asshole. She gasped as she felt it push its head and thorax out of her hole, her thoroughly trained ass providing little resistance to the wasp as it clawed its way out of her body for the first time.

Pausing, it seemed to look around for a moment before deciding to climb up her left ass cheek and dry off. Anna jerked against her bindings as she felt it bite the silk coating her body, beginning to chew. Huh... she hadn't heard of them doing that before. Typically, they just flew off and did their own thing.

Maybe they were mutated? If it was, it would be ironic in the extreme. She had been heading back from a solo survey mission looking for mutations in the dungeon monsters when she was captured by the vine plant, and now here she was potentially being rescued by one that she incubated and birthed with her asshole. Anna couldn't help but laugh, the first time she'd done so in months.

Maybe she wasn't going to die from dehydration after all? If the other wasps joined their sibling in eating the silk on her body, maybe she had a chance?

After about an hour she felt another wasp crawling towards her exit. The wasp on her butt was making steady progress through the silk binding her. She groaned as its sibling made its exit. Never in a million years would Anna have thought she would gain an appreciation for giving birth to insects with all of her holes, but here she was loving the sensation of a newborn wasp crawling out of her asshole. It was an acquired taste she supposed... One she didn't have much choice in, but the constant training with the plant's aphrodisiac had forced her to love the feeling of the multitude of limbs and antennae as they slid out of her body.

Each species that had bred her body were different, and she could say without a doubt that her favourite was being bred by the Vinereavers while the Insectrix vine melted her brain out of her holes.

Second best were the mites, not that the Tenebralis wasps were

bad

per se, they just didn't have the volume of bodies to relentlessly force an orgasm out of her, or the

days

of cumming associated with the Vinereavers. It also wasn't exactly a fair comparison. Two of the three she gave birth to using her urethra, and the wasps were crawling out of a hole previously occupied by a seedpod half the width of her thigh not that long ago... she still liked it, though. And the mind-reader inside her bladder quickly stuffed itself into her passage to begin vibrating and squirming against her most sensitive spot.

The mite drove Anna to an orgasm, cumming around the third wasp crawling out of her ass. The abused hole still too stretched out to put up much resistance even with her contractions as the wasp forced its way out of her body to eat the silk binding her. Wasp after wasp crawled out of her, eagerly eating the silk holding her in place.

It didn't take more than a few hours for them to free her enough that she could move her arms. She felt weak as a kitten from being bound for who knows how long, her limbs tingling as her movements worked fresh blood into them for the first time in a while. She helped the wasps remove the silk from her body, feeding it to them as thanks for helping her.

Once her legs were free, she realized that the wasps had missed her regular feeding time. Once they had eaten their fill, the Tenebralis wasps shimmered and disappeared from sight.

She was free. Now what?

Anna slowly shuffled her way up to the edge of her cell, trying not to make too much noise or move too fast. She poked her head out and could just barely make out the mass graveyard filling the hive below. Wasps were dead everywhere, the spines of their legs holding their corpses against the comb of their hive where they had died. She looked around but she couldn't see the queen.

She sat there, doing her best to breathe quietly to better hear if anything was around. As far as she could tell, nothing was moving.

She carefully shimmied her way out of her cell, carefully turning around to sit on the edge. Her bladder was still stuffed full of eggs, and she felt the familiar urge to pee as their weight shifted inside her.

Anna took stock of what she had. She was naked, without any tools or clothing. She didn't have a weapon, and she had a clutch of mites in her bladder that would likely hatch at some point today. She didn't know where she was besides knowing she was deep

deep

in the forest. She was unconscious when the wasps had brought her here, but they were also eradicated with extreme prejudice anywhere near the inhabited parts of the 2nd layer.

The one thing she had working in her favour was her knowledge of the plants and animals here, as well as her survival training.

She sat there massaging her muscles, working more blood back into them. She stretched as well as she could while hunched over on the edge of her cell. It was a good 20 foot drop down to the bottom of the hive where a mass grave of wasps lay. Normally, workers would remove dead bodies from the hive to prevent the spread of disease. With the mite infestation, they were too delirious and anemic. The mites took this hive by storm not yielding the wasps an inch. She almost felt bad for them, massacred like that.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Anna began her climb down. The cells were quite large and sturdy, made of a rough paper like material from chewed up bark and leaves glued together with the natural secretions from the workers.

She made her way down to the bottom of the comb and paused. She was just above the mass grave of wasps coating the bottom of the hive, and she grimaced as she placed her foot down on them. Their carapaces were hard, cold, and waxy against her feet. She was at least thankful that elves had dark vision, allowing her to see in the gloom.

Shivers went down her spine with the crunch and crackle of dead wasps as their keratin protested under her weight. She slowly made her way towards the wall of the hive which was made from multiple layers of the paper like material. She started clawing her way through it, to hopefully get some light.

It was too tough for her to break through with her hands. She looked around before spotting a large wasp with its stinger exposed. She knelt down next to it and began working it free from its abdomen. It was a little larger than the length of her forearm and was very smooth. If it weren't so thin, she would have trouble gripping it.

After a few minutes of working it free, the stinger broke free from the abdomen. Trying the wall again, Anna found it worked much better than before. The point was razor sharp and easily scored deep lines through the thick material, weakening it enough to allow Anna to break through it.

Layer after layer fell away as Anna slowly cut her way out of the hive. When she finally made it, she was almost blinded from the light shining through the crack. Apparently it was daytime outside.

Taking a moment to adjust her eyes, she began working to widen the hole so she could crawl out of it.

The hive was against the base of a Wandering Oak tree, and once the last piece of paper fell away, she stumbled out into the forest. The thick jungle canopy above her shading the entire forest floor as she took her bearings.

Part of the danger of the 2nd floor is that there isn't much geography to use to get one's bearings. One part of the forest looked like the next, and the only way to know where you were was to climb the treetops and see above the canopy.

Anna didn't need to do that, though. She only needed to make it back to the center of the layer. Wandering Oaks reproduce through runners, their long spindly branches drooping down hundreds of feet to touch the ground and sprout a new tree. Just like following a river to civilization if you were lost, you could follow these runners back towards the center of the forest.

Before that, though, Anna needed to get something to eat and drink. Climbing along the runners was hard work, and in her current state she might fall off again. She was honestly lucky that vine had broken her fall the first time. Most people just take mortal injuries from the fall and are eaten alive.

She wandered around the area near the hive, and found a bush with some edible berries. They weren't quite ripe, but that wouldn't hurt her at all--they just wouldn't taste as good. Eating her fill and making sure to slurp up as much of the juices as she could, she rested a while under an oak.