From Hunter to Host

"Sooo... five marazan wasp stingers with their poison sacs intact for five gold pieces, that's the deal?" Veria asked the alchemist behind the counter.

"Correct. I just need to make sure the sacs actually have enough poison in them to be still useful when I get them. Best to avoid getting stung while they still have some." The alchemist replied mirthfully.

"Right. Anything else I should know?" Veria asked as she adjusted the bow she had slung over her shoulder.

Barely five and a half feet tall, the young ranger wore a simple sleeveless green and brown hunter's tunic, a short green skirt and soft leather boots reaching up to her knees. Long red hair spilled over her shoulders, curling into soft locks at their tips, while emerald green eyes sparkled with adventurous spirit from a round, undeniably cute face with rosy skin. While her current outfit did not flatter her too much, it did show off enough of her rather appealing curves to turn some heads.

Opposite to her stood the alchemist behind the counter of her shop, surrounded by the shelves of potions, bottles and jars filled with all manner of liquids or ingredients and an odd, intense mix of scents which overall was rather pleasant. Almost six feet tall, she looked down at the ranger with a gentle smile. Raven black hair framed her sharp, sensual features and piercing blue eyes, reaching down to her elbows. Pale as porcelain, her skin was smooth and immaculate as far as Veria could see. Though the cloak she wore covered most of her body, It was obvious her bust was large enough to make Veria a little jealous. If Veria had to guess, she was not much older than her.

"Besides that you will probably find some in the Shadewoods? Not really. They aren't particularly dangerous, but their sting leaves its victims paralyzed for a while." The alchemist shrugged.

"I see..." Veria hummed as she considered the offer.

While it was neither the most lucrative nor most exciting job she had been offered, it was a fairly simple one and decent coin for what it was. Given she had no actual plans at the moment either, there was hardly any reason not to take it. None she could think of, at least. Perhaps she could use the coin to travel somewhere else after this.

"Alright. I'll do it." Veria declared, bumping her fist against her chest. "I'll get you your stinger... What was your name again?" She added with a sheepish grin.

The alchemist just smiled with amusement. "You never asked. But you may call me Nevora."

"Great! Nevora!" Veria bit her lip in embarrassment, cursing her blush she could feel warm on her cheeks. "I'll be back with your stingers tomorrow! You can count on me!"

"I hope so! Happy hunting, my dear!" Nevora bid the girl farewell and returned to sorting her stock as Veria left the store, eager to get the job done.

- - - - - - -

A few hours later, the sun had long passed its zenith and Veria cursed as her arrow missed the dog-sized wasp, burrowing into a tree trunk instead as her target buzzed away from her. "Come on, you ugly thing! I need just one more of you before I can go back!" She called out as she ran after the wasp. Her arrow could still be retrieved later.

Trained to navigate the underbrush of dense forests, Veria had managed to follow her prey fairly well, despite its speed and ability to fly over all the obstacles the human girl had to run around or hop over. Fortune seemed to favor Veria as the pursuit did not last long before the wasp vanished into a large hole in the ground. Perhaps some kind of nest? Skidding to a halt before the entrance to whatever underground cave was inside, Veria considered her options. She could follow it inside, just wait for the wasp to come back out again to ambush it, or try to find another wasp. Though the latter two were probably the safer options, patience was not a virtue the young ranger had mastered. As such, her decision was made rather quickly.

Crouching down, she pulled out a light crystal she had dangling from her necklace and activated it with a bit of magic she infused into it. While not a trained mage, she had learned a few tricks from her mentors, among them how to use simple but incredibly helpful magic items such as this one. Now equipped with a light source, she grunted as she crawled into the three, maybe four foot wide circular tunnel with a noticeable downward slope.

After almost a minute of moving in a squatting position, Veria was just starting to wonder if maybe she should just give up and turn around when she saw the tunnel getting wider just ahead of her. Some sort of nest perhaps? She thought she could hear buzzing ahead of her. With a deep breath, she pushed herself to move forward. Sure enough, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern, large enough for Veria to stand in. Inside, the air was warm, slightly humid and had a sharp, tangy smell, but so much to be unpleasant.

"There you are!" She grinned as she spotted the wasp she had been hunting next to a pool of... something.

Without hesitation, she readied her bow and fired it at the wasp before it could react to her unexpected presence. This time, her aim was true and the arrow pierced the wasp's thorax and pinned it against the earthen wall behind her. A second arrow in the head finished it off completely.

Already jubilant about her success, Veria approached the twitching corpse of the wasp and pulled out her short sword to prepare to cut out the wasp's stinger and poison gland. As she did, she took a closer look at the pool. Hundreds, if not thousands of larvae the size of her pinkie wriggled around in some gooey white substance. Veria shuddered at the sight, but decided to ignore it. Without a good reason, she would not destroy a nest of these things and as far as she knew, Marazan Wasps weren't currently a problem for the people in this area.

What was a problem for her however, was the fact the death throes of the wasp she had pinned against the wall drowned out the sounds of a second wasp coming through the entrance, agitated by the pheromones its dying kin had released. Veria noticed the threat only when it was too late already. Whirling around, she could already feel the wasp's stinger sink into her thigh and pump its toxin into her veins.

With a cry of pain and surprise, Veria slashed at the wasp with her short sword. In one clean hit which would have made her mentors proud, she severed the wasp's head from its body. Pain throbbing in her thigh, Veria pushed the twitching bug away from her and looked at her leg where it had stung her. In the soft light of the crystal, she could see the round puncture hole and the clear liquid oozing out of it.

"Fuck me..." Veria muttered as she felt a tingling sensation spread through her leg along with a feeling of weakness.

Not even remotely interested in staying in this cavern she tried to take a step towards the wasp she had killed first, intending to get her price and then get out of her, but she had underestimated how quickly the paralysis was setting in. Unable to support her own weight with a leg which felt like it was made out of pudding, she found herself slipping and with a cry of disgust, landed with one leg inside the pool filled with maggots.

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!" She complained as she slid deeper into the writhing goop, her limbs increasingly uncooperative.

Panic rose inside her as she felt her hips slowly sliding over the edge, her skirt riding up her butt. She didn't know how deep the pool was, but she did not want to drown in a disgusting pool of goop and maggots! Gathering all of the strength remaining in her limbs, she pushed herself up and over the edge of the pool. As she did, her panties caught on some root of rock sticking out of the ground, getting pulled down to the middle of her thighs. Alas, she had other things to worry about right now. She barely managed to roll over and pull her legs out of the pool, covered in gunk and wriggling maggots as they were.

Breathing heavily, she ended up on her back next to the pool as the last of her strength vanished. Unable to move a muscle, Veria fought the dread rising up inside her. She had no idea how long the paralysis would last. Would other wasps come and find her here while she was utterly helpless? Or some other predator?

Beating down these fears, she instead focused on the present. Her leg was still throbbing, but the pain had dulled surprisingly fast, being replaced with a strange, oddly familiar tingling warmth which spread through the rest of her body. Her legs and the parts of her lower body which had slipped into the pool were covered in the white, slimy goop and as she focused a bit more, she could feel the maggots writhing on her skin. She tried to cry out in disgust, yet the only noise she managed to make was a strange gurgling noise.

Unable to do anything about the maggots crawling all over her legs and lower body, nor able to ignore the crawling sensation, she took deep breaths and tried to fight back her revulsion as best as she could. What also didn't help was the strange tingling heat caused by the poison concentrating in her groin. She could swear it had made her skin more sensitive as well. With her panties no longer in place, she could feel the lightest brush of air against her folds.

Or was it really just air? Her breath hitched as she felt something different on her tender flower. One of the maggots had found its way to a place she never would have considered letting it anywhere close to. Screaming internally as her lungs only managed a tortured wheezing sound, Veria tried to force her thighs together, her arms to move so she could brush off the maggot crawling over her privates, yet she could only twitch helplessly as more followed its example.

Drawn towards her womanhood by the scent wafting from it, more and more maggots even crawled out of the pool to swarm over Veria's helpless body, slipping underneath her clothes and tickling her overly sensitive skin. Driven by instincts, the maggots crowding around her nethers were not content with simply sitting around it however.

Horror flooded Veria's mind as she felt the maggots starting to prod at her folds and body responding with unwanted arousal. Only then it clicked in her mind and she realized why the tingling sensation was so familiar to her. It was exactly how she felt when she was particularly needy. Was that damn poison some kind of aphrodisiac as well?

Whimpering pathetically, she felt the first maggot pushing into her tunnel. It was a strange, revolting sensation, but as more followed suit and they burrowed deeper into her velvety insides, Veria's body reacted to the pleasure despite herself. Shuddering in pleasure as much as in disgust, she squeezed her eyes shut. She did not want to think about how or why the incoherent moans coming from her throat sounded as lustful as they did.

In the meantime, others had discovered another entrance into her body. Wriggling between her plush ass cheeks, they tickled her tight ring, as relaxed as it was. While it would be difficult for them to squeeze inside, the maggots were covered in the same goop they emerged from and it served as a wonderful lubricant. Soon, Veria could feel not only her womanhood, but also her ass being invaded by the creatures.

More and more entered her, delving deeper and deeper. While the ones in her rear continued on unhindered, those who had chosen her other entrance eventually found their way forward barred by another barrier. Veria thought she would go mad as she felt dozens of maggots wriggling against her cervix, making her shiver and twitch despite the paralysis. She had never felt anything so deep inside her and despite how deeply ashamed she was to even think about it, she couldn't deny how good it felt.

For how long the maggots gathered there at the entrance to her womb, tickling and stimulating it, she could not tell. What did know, despite desperately trying to deny it, was that it was slowly but surely driving her closer and closer to the most intense climax she had ever felt. Not that she could do anything about it either, being forced to lie there and let herself be violated by maggots of all things. Even when she finally could hold it back no longer and her orgasm washed over her, all she managed was a depraved groan and uncontrolled trembling.

It was also the moment her cervix had finally loosened up enough for the first of the maggots to push through it and wriggle into her womb with some effort. Lost in the haze of pleasure, Veria only vaguely understood what the brief discomfort she was feeling meant. Then more followed the first and with each maggot that followed, the next one had an easier time getting inside until first two, then three, then four managed to enter at once.

Panting and twitching as she endured the unwanted, yet powerful climax, Veria felt her urge to fight against her own violation crumble into shameful resignation. There was nothing she could do. As she felt herself getting invaded by more and more maggots, her middle slowly expanding from the sheer amount of them, she remembered stories she had heard, of monsters capable of breeding with human women, either by inseminating them to create half-human bastards, or by implanting their spawn into them to use them as incubators, letting them feed on their host's magic to grow until they were ready to be born. Usually without actually harming the mother so she could be bred again. Horror stories among adventurers, meant to shock and disgust rather than be a legitimate warning. Or so she had thought until today. She would have laughed in despair at the thought that she, a ranger of all people, was getting impregnated with maggots. Her only solace was that if the stories held some truth to it, they would not kill her, but instead just leave her body once they were grown enough. A shameful memory she would bury as deep as she could.

While she pondered her future, the invasion of the maggots continued. Those who had squirmed their way into her womb rubbed against it, inflicting inhuman pleasures on her she could have never imagined. Soon she could feel another orgasm approaching, with no end to the paralysis in sight. She was going to be here for a long time...

- - - - - - -

After what must have been hours, Veria's eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped her throat. Feebly raising a hand, she reached for her face to rub them when she realized she could move again. She still felt weak, but she could move. At some point, she must have passed out after what must have been dozens of orgasms. A knot forming in her throat, she placed a hand on her bloated middle. With her tunic held up, she could see a noticeable baby bump, one she would have to work a bit to hide. She could feel the maggots squirming inside, agitated by her movements, but not nearly as much as before. Still, it sent a shiver through her spine. Both her womanhood and ass were stuffed full with the little creatures, not just her womb. Reaching between her legs, she could feel them bundled together, sticking out of her ever so slightly.

Sitting up, she lifted her skirt to look at the maggots struggling to stay inside her. Unbidden, a thought so depraved it made her shudder crossed her mind. Rather than try to dig out the maggots from her womanhood or otherwise force them out, she reach for her panties and pulled them up, covered in the goop as they were. They snugly fit against her hips and over her overcrowded entrances, supporting the maggots and ensuring not one of them would slip out of her while she wore them.

Unsure why she had just done that, Veria pushed herself up on shaky legs, keeping one hand between her legs, feeling her new guests against her palm through the thin fabric. It felt incredibly wrong, depraved and utterly taboo. Yet it also felt so good, so fulfilling to feel them inside her. To know she would nourish them and help them grow. To be a mother, even if it was to wasps.

Only a few stray maggots still clung to her legs and her abdomen as she looked around. Despite how many of them had wriggled inside her, the pool was still full of them and the white goop. With great care, she brushed those still on her body and clothes back into the pool.

Biting her lip as another wave of pleasure washed over her, then Veria wobbled over to the corpse of the wasp she had killed but not yet relieved of its stinger. Quickly getting to work on it and the one who had ambushed her, she packed the poison sacs into her pack and crawled out of the cave again, thanking every god under the stars nothing else had found her while she was getting violated by the maggots. Stars which shone on her from a clear sky once she emerged from the underground. Apparently, she had been out for six hours or more. With a sigh, she started to walk back towards the town she had come from, but not without burning the way to the cave into her memory.

- - - - - - -

"So, you are back so soon indeed! And with six stingers no less!" Nevora beamed as she inspected the six organs placed on the counter before her. "Even if one of them is a bit less full than the others."

"I accidentally squeezed it when packing it up." Veria lied with a deep blush.

Having her bag slung over her shoulder and keeping it before her belly to hide how distended it was, the ranger did her best to stay still and ignore the squirming in her panties and her womb, stimulating her in ways she could barely endure without moaning loudly. Still the maggots spread her petals and her ass wide as the maggots stayed cramped inside her, kept from leaving by her underwear.

"I see..." Nevora eyed Veria with a curious, but also intrigued gaze, letting in linger on Veria's middle long enough to make the girl squirm a little. Eventually, she gave her knowing smile. "I suppose accidents happen."

Unable to form a coherent response, Veria felt her cheeks burning even harder as she hugged her bag to her chest and pressed her thighs together to fight the shameful excitement she felt. In the meantime, Nevora counted out seven gold coins and placed them on the counter.

"For your swift and satisfactory service." the alchemist declared with a wink. "Say, do you intend to stay in town for a little while longer? I will need someone with your expertise in a few days, once I have concluded my experiments with the wasp poison. Enough time for you to rest and... recover from this little hunt. If nothing else, I will require more fresh samples, for the same pay, or perhaps even better. How does that sound?"

"That sounds... intriguing." Veria drew in a deep breath as the maggots' squirming intensified for a moment. "I'll... probably be around for a bit longer then."

"Wonderful! Come by whenever you feel... unburdened again. I would assume it will take a few days, perhaps a week at most." The alchemist grinned, waiting a bit too long before she added. "...until my experiments are concluded, of course."

"Of course..." Veria answered slowly, wondering how much the raven haired woman actually knew or suspected. "I will see you then!"

With that, she grabbed the coins, stuffed them into her pack and rushed out of the store before she imploded from embarrassment. Next, she was going to hole up in her room in the inn and stay there until the maggots inside her were ready to be born. Perhaps she would try to find that cave again some time...