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‘’You need to be absolutely sure. Are you sure?’’
Ptera was looking into my eyes so intently, I was transfixed as they sparkled in the yellow lamplight. Her eyes were a little bigger than most people’s, you wouldn’t really notice, if you weren’t staring into them while they looked back at you, imploring you to… what? To say yes? To think about the consequences your decision might have? At a passing glance, she was normal. Stunning, but normal. Casual observation just told you she was tall, hourglass shaped and beautiful. If you spent most of your time with her like I did, lived with her, adored her, you would start to notice that she was a bit more than normal. There were her eyes of course and Her particularly long, slender fingers, but that was easy to write off. It was a little harder to ignore just how thin her waist was. Or how long her legs were. It was like most of her considerable height was legs. And she never shaved, but the only hair on her was her head, eyebrows and the regular baby-hairs that everyone had covering them. No armpit hair or (as I’d noticed completely accidentally one day walking in on her) pubic hair. I would never have minded those of course, it was just interesting that she had nothing to remove the hair with, and never went to any appointments about it that I knew of.
I swallowed, nervously. We had been talking about this in earnest for about a half hour now, sat on the couch in the flat we shared. We had been talking about it without talking about it for about three months, ever since she had told me the truth about herself. I wasn’t even mad that she didn’t tell me earlier. I understood, if I was honest. How did you tell someone something like that?
‘’I’m sure. It makes sense.’’ I told her, although my voice was so shaky, it gave away my nerves.
‘’You really don’t have to though, I appreciate the offer, and it’s definitely my preference, but I can go find someone else. I don’t want you to do this out of some sense of obligation and suffer for me.’’ Were there tears in Ptera’s eyes? They were sparkling.
‘’Don’t you dare. Neither of us want you preying on some unsuspecting victim, and it’s too late to choose a consenting one. I’m right here, I want to help you. You’re my best friend and I love you.’’ At this point my eyes must have been sparkling too. Saying things like that out loud was horrible.
‘’Okay. Okay, you’re right. You’re… you’re my best friend too. Thank you.’’ God, She was beaming now. How was she so perfect?
‘’Where do you think we should then? I know once we start we’re staying put, or at least I am? So bed?’’ I was very much putting on a brave face. I felt like a virgin, absolutely giddy and terrified. I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
‘’Bed sounds perfect. I actually changed the sheets in mine earlier for it.‘’ Ah, she’d been planning then.
I stood up and walked to her door, feeling her follow closely behind me. I didn’t dare look at her, I was afraid of breaking the spell. How could this possibly be real? As I pushed the door open, I saw Ptera had indeed made the bed, were they silk sheets? I touched my hand to them, they were! Or maybe satin. How should I know? There were candles, the fancy battery powered kind with wax outers that flickered like they were real. Of course they weren’t real, Ptera hated open flames. There was a carafe of water on the bedside table, with two glasses next to it. Honestly, in my 26 years of life, nobody had ever made this kind of effort for me. Sure, Ptera was asking… more of them but still, I was impressed. I felt like swooning.
‘’This is amazing.’’ I said honestly, but my nerves were taking over again. ‘’Look, this is still definitely a yes but, do you mind, would you mind if I stay… covered up?’’
Ptera chuckled a little. ‘’I kind of assumed you would to be honest, but I wanted to ask if, once things began…?’’
‘’Oh, yes, absolutely, please do whatever’s necessary, I just don’t like sitting there naked. I don’t mind if you.. Undress me as you go.’’ Saying that out loud was also weird. This was an odd mix of romance and medical detachedness.
‘’Of course! I’ll give you a chance to get comfy. Do get comfy. I recommend no pillow though. Your neck might get sore.’’ She really had planned this all out.
Ptera left the room, gently closing the door behind her, and I took a deep breath. In all my wildest dreams and nightmares, I had never thought that this would happen. My casual interest in entomology couldn’t have prepared me for reality, if this was reality. Maybe it was another dream, or nightmare. I took off my trousers and underwear, and folded them up a little before placing them on a convenient chair. I wondered if I needed to take off my shirt and bra, we hadn’t discussed anything that implied I would need to, no part of the process required me topless. I decided that I should probably take them off anyway, like a medical procedure I told myself, I definitely wasn’t doing it so she would see more of me, so she would have access. This was a favour. Definitely. Obviously. So my shirt and bra joined the trousers on the chair, and I pulled back the thin sheet and got into the bed. Taking Ptera’s advice (who was I to challenge the expert) I pushed the pillows a little to the side, so they were on either side of my head, and stared up at the ceiling, pulling the sheet all the way up to my armpits. It was so thin, you could definitely see every crevice of me, every curve, my erect nipples, but being technically covered made me feel better.
‘’Okay, I’m ready.’’ I called out. And the door was pushed slowly open.
‘’Are you sure? This is the last chance to change your mind.’’ Ptera asked, as she became framed in the doorway. The flickering candlelight was highlighting her body. She had also stripped, and was completely naked, but even more so in a way. I was in awe as she took a step towards me, shadows dancing over her body, like nothing I had ever seen before. Well, like two things I had seen before. Her torso was that of a slender human female, with round, petite breasts, and a thin waist, although, as my eyes travelled down her, it became decidedly less human. She had no navel, which didn’t surprise me considering my very limited knowledge of her biology. Her hips were slender, her legs as long as expected, but between her legs was completely smooth. Of course there had never been any pubic hair there, there was nothing to cover. Instead, she had revealed (or transformed?) her abdomen, her true abdomen. Following from where her tailbone would be, or was, was the abdomen of a wasp, with a hard exoskeleton and tiny hairs covering it. At the end was, of course, the stinger. It was about the length of my hand, and tapered to a sharp point. At the thickest part, it was about three fingers thick, but I noticed that as she stood watching me for my reaction, it was moving gently with her breathing. Was there more of it in there? I knew some wasps had retractable stingers. The thought of it made my heart beat a little faster. Her abdomen was so round, it seemed swollen, bulging, she looked uncomfortable. I was speechless, I Could only nod my response.
My flatmate, my best friend, Order Hymenoptera, Genus, Species etc. unknown to me, stepped slowly towards me. ‘’Are you sure?’’ She asked again, insisted. ‘’This is going to get so weird for you and you cannot back out once I start. I literally don’t make the rules.’’
‘’Yes. Absolutely yes.’’ I replied. ‘’I understand and I’m happy to do this for you. With you.’’ Happy didn’t actually quite cover it, but terrified was also applicable, so I kept it simple.
Ptera seemed to accept this. And without another word came to the end of the bed. I was craning my neck to see her without the support of pillows, but became overcome with sheer apprehension and laid back down flat between the pillows, staring at the ceiling. I felt the sheet that covered me move, revealing my feet, then my calves, then my knees. God, what should I be doing with my legs? My silent question was answered as Ptera took hold of my legs, a hand under each knee, and gently but firmly lifted them up and apart, as far as they would comfortably go. I was so glad to be covered. The sheet had formed a sort of tent over me, Even if I had craned my neck again I couldn’t have seen anything, it really was reminiscent of a medical procedure. I kept staring at the ceiling, pretending I was interested in the ugly woodchip paint, pretending I wasn’t there, pretending I wasn’t having the best time of my life. For a long moment nothing happened, I could hear us both breathing, feel my heart racing, and the long drawn out anticipation seemed to span the universe for me. Then, I felt it, something cool and thin, smooth and pointed, touched me. It was lined up perfectly. I gasped as it slid directly into me, there was no foreplay, no rummaging around, and I realised that the wait had been Ptera lining up. She really knew exactly what she was doing. She moved slowly,clearly she was being gentle with me, as she had promised. So much more gentle than any man or boy ever had been. I felt the long, smooth stinger gently push its way inside. As it went deeper, the girth of it increased slowly, not enough to really stretch, but noticeably. It was like a gentle massage from within, cool and smooth, like the crystal wand I had once experimented with. Soon, I felt the base of her abdomen butt against me, gently nudging into my labia, brushing briefly against my clitoris. I held myself perfectly still, I couldn’t let her know how much I was enjoying this, how much the sensations were exciting me, She would definitely think I was fetishizing her.
As I held still and waited, I realised I was holding my breath, like a child waiting for the needle of a vaccination. The world was swimming around me as I waited for the true point of no return. I imagined Ptera, kneeling on the bed between my legs, hands beneath my knees, holding me open, carefully curling her abdomen to gain the right angle and slowly inserting it into me in a delicate, practised effort to cause as little pain as possible. I was acutely aware in the moment that she was a predator, it was in her very nature, and a sudden image of her catching and eating me came to mind, making me tense around her. I heard her take a sharp, deep breath as I tensed, felt her press harder against me, into me a little with her abdomen, and suddenly a pain unlike any other seared through me, starting I knew with the tip of her stinger.
This was it, I had been stung with her venom. The pain was immediate and burning, as she had warned me it would be. I knew that she had stung me in my cervix as she had planned, because that was where the effects were needed the most, but the extent of the wave of white hot pain coursing through me was so much more than I had imagined, radiating and throbbing through my fingertips, my toes, my arms, my breasts and nipples, my lips and eyelids, and labia and clitoris. Every part of me screamed out, but I couldn’t. In the same instant that the sting a thousand times more painful than a common Vespula vulgaris sting coursed through me, I was completely unable to move. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t curl into a ball, I couldn’t push her away. I was frozen, with a look of blank bliss on my face and my legs bent skyward towards the woodchip ceiling, screaming internally. I could breathe, my heart was beating, and I could blink, and when the pain started to subside I wondered how on earth the venom left those basic functions that kept me alive intact but stopped all others. I didn’t have much time to consider it though, because a new sensation was swapping over me. As Ptera’s stinger continued to pump me with venom and she pushed and rubbed against me, a wave of bliss began to sweep through me. As she had promised, the sting was only temporary, and gave way to a kind of numbing that seemed to only remove the painful sensations, leaving the pleasure to take centre stage. I couldn’t help it, she was rubbing against me harder now, the base of her abdomen was rougher than her stinger, and I felt it pushing insistently, grinding against my labia and clitoris, and pushing into the opening of my vagina, I orgasmed without any noise or movement, the only indication being the contractions of my walls around her stinger. I wondered in my bliss how sensitive the appendage was, did this feel good for her, or bad? Could she feel me orgasming around her, shaking and trembling inside?
I felt the hands release from under my knees, which fell only enough to rest against what must have been Ptera’s thighs. She was still inside me, she hadn’t moved since stinging me, and I knew she was waiting for the full effects to have taken over me before moving on. I felt something new suddenly, pleasure erupted from my nipple and I dared glance down, and saw an index finger gently rubbing me over the sheet. She was testing to see if I was ready. My lack of outward response and further spasm around her stinger must have been the reaction she was looking for, because She seemed to be changing position. She was edging her knees forward, now pushing my legs further apart with her thighs rather than her hands, and she leant forward until she was over me, placing a hand on either side of my body beneath my arms. I could see her now, looking down at me, her perfect face smiling down at me benevolently with her stinger buried to the hilt in me. This truly was bliss. She leaned further down, until her lips were next to my ear, and I could hear her breathing heavily. I closed my eyes and imagined her kissing my neck.
‘’Thank you for this.’’ She whispered, her breath hot in my ear. ‘’You feel amazing. You’re perfect. I need to know, do I have your permission to enjoy this? Blink twice for yes, and once for no.’’
I couldn’t believe it, she could feel me around her, and she wanted my permission to enjoy it. My permission to enjoy the whole experience. I looked into her eyes as she pulled back to hover over me, and slowly, purposefully blinked twice. A smile burst across her face, and she immediately bit her lower lip a little.
‘’I’ve been waiting to do this since I met you.’’
She leaned forward again, this time directly towards my face, not to my ear, and pressed her lips to mine. She brought a hand up, stroked my cheek gently, then used her thumb to open my jaw a little, while pushing past my lips with her tongue. As she kissed me, tenderly licking my immobile tongue with hers and tasting my mouth, I felt her abdomen throbbing against me. I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or because she was enjoying herself, but I came again around her. This time I knew she felt it, she gasped quietly mid kiss, and pulled back, only to move forward again to fulfil my silent fantasy of her kissing my neck. First she gently brushed with her lips, so soft against my skin, if I had been able to shiver I would have. Then she began to run her tongue up and down the flesh, tilting my head back to expose more flesh to work with. As though to test the effectiveness of the venom, I felt a new sensation, pressure and intense pleasure, and I knew she was biting me. Thanks to the venom, all I could feel was wave after wave of bliss as she nibbled on my delicate, sensitive skin. I did wonder for a moment how much damage she was doing to me that I couldn’t feel, both with her teeth and with the sharp end of her sting within me, but the intensity of the bliss I was in soon overrode all those worries. I closed my eyes and let us both enjoy the experience.
When Ptera was satisfied with my neck, she seemed to return her attention to the task at hand. I knew she was desperate and uncomfortable, and honestly I was flattered that she was taking the time to enjoy the experience with me. I kept my eyes closed rather than risk making awkward eye contact, as I felt her push the silky sheet up past my belly to reveal most of me. Now only my breasts were covered, and I appreciated her doing her best to respect my initial wishes, One of the few boundaries I had placed on the situation. She moved one hand to rest on my stomach, where we both knew my uterus was, and I felt her other grasp around the base of her sting, rubbing smoothly around the wetness of my folds. I felt things move inside me, felt the pressure move back and forth, pressure that would definitely have been pain if not for her venom. After a few moments of feeling around, the tip of her sting seemed to find a place that allowed it to move just a fraction of an inch further forward, and I knew she had found her mark. The venom had dilated my cervix enough for her to easily find the entrance with the tip of the stinger, and now that she had seated it gently within the small opening, she withdrew her hand from the base to my disappointment. She placed the now free hand on my stomach, joining the other, and seemed to pause, while I revelled in the feeling of her touch.
The pressure within me grew slowly, she was so careful, so delicate with me, as she pushed her sting deeper and deeper by the milimeter. My breathing sped up, matched by my heartrate, as she slowly plunged herself deeper inside of me. The base of her abdomen had not moved, and I knew that she was extending her sting inside of me, directly from her body into mine. As it grew in length, it also grew in girth, The previous manageable, pleasant thickness becoming rapidly bigger, and the taper extending smoothly past my cervix and into my waiting womb. The girth at the base of her was now about the size of a fist I was sure, stretching the entrance to me, where I knew the internal structure of my clitoris lay, stimulating it in a way I had never experienced before. I would have been spasming around her still, but it was simply unmanageable with her size within me. Her hands were moving gently, rubbing and pressing on my stomach, especially focussed on pressing in one particular area, where I knew the tip of her stinger must be. I silently gave thanks for the venom coursing through me, where there should have been paint here was only pleasure, where there should have been burning there was only waves of warm wonder.
When she seemed satisfied with her location within me, I felt her still and her body begin to tense. It was happening. The whole reason for all of this happening to me, it was here. Her hands pushed gently down on my stomach as her abdomen quivered against me, and she huffed, and gave a delicate grunt. I could feel something moving in her stinger. No, that was the wrong word, every stinger is just a modified ovipositor. A fluke of evolution, and she had evolved to lay her eggs in me.
The first egg was moving smoothly through her, and through me, towards the tip. This wasn’t her first time, she knew exactly what she was doing, her body had done this many times before, she had told me. The pressure from her hands pressing into me was creating more feeling within me at her tip, and I wondered if she was doing that for me, or if it felt better for her. The lump within her moved steadily forward, I felt an increase in the blissful pressure as it must have been passing my cervix, and then quite suddenly it was free of her, and lost within me. I don’t know how I knew it, or how I felt it as an individual sensation, but I did. I wanted to feel it with my hands, but of course I couldn’t move. Luckily, it felt like Ptera read my mind, she picked up my hand and moved it to my stomach, pushing my fingers for me against the small, spherical shape within me. I heard her giggle a little, she sounded absolutely giddy, and if I could have smiled, I would. She pressed my hand to my stomach alongside hers as the second egg began to descend, and the procedure repeated. The movement, the increase in pressure, and suddenly, a shape within me, right alongside the first. Then she moved my hand between my legs. God she really did seem to be reading my mind. She wrapped my fingers around the base of her stinger, so that I could feel the next sliding from her body and along into the space we shared. It was amazing to feel it bulge move under my fingers. To my surprise, the next seemed to come immediately after it, and I realised that the first few eggs had simply been the gates opening. Ptera returned my hand to my stomach and let it lie there, placing her own hands on either side of me again. Her abdomen began to move, to throb and rub against me instantly, I realised it was pumping. She let out a low moan, as I felt my stomach begin to swell. She had warned me of course, that there could be two to three hundred. I had thought that I was mentally prepared. I was of course wrong.
Ptera pumped and rutted against me as my stomach swelled and swelled until my limp hand fell from it entirely. I suddenly had the round stomach of a pregnant woman, and an immense pressure inside of me, like I was about to explode, to tear open and have every egg spill out. I was horribly afraid, not of the pain, or death, but of failing her. Of not being enough to hold all of her eggs, of letting a single one touch the bedspread. The fear was consuming me and mixing with the most intense and wonderful pleasure as she continued to pump inside of me, pushing insistently against me, rubbing smoothly along me. She breathed so deeply, moaned so softly, I knew that this pressure had been inside her until now, growing daily, and now I was here to take it in, to relieve her of it. I felt the ovipositor moving within me as it released eggs, jostling them against each other and against me, and suddenly, I felt it stop. Ptera gave a small push, and one final egg was released to join its siblings. She stayed inside of me, panting and leaning over me, then, I felt her kiss my stomach. She lifted my hand back up and started using it to gently manipulate and move the eggs inside of me, while her sting still sat within them. It was amazing, to feel these objects that I had allowed her to take control and put inside me, to move them around each other like marbles. She played like that for some time, resting and playing with her handiwork, until I heard her sigh deeply and felt her carefully place my hand by my side again. Then, she pulled the silken sheets to cover my swollen belly, and back over my knees, they way it had been at the beginning. I thought everything was over then, and she would retract, but instead, I was surprised when she instead continued to pull the sheet down, to expose my breasts. I felt her hands on my skin, softly caressing the flesh, moving in circles with her fingers, one hand on each mound. Only as she was stroking my nipples, did I begin to feel her retract, so slowly, even more slowly than she had entered. She began to tease my nipples between her fingers as she reached my cervix, and there she paused slightly, before taking each breast fully in her hands and working them in a rhythm as she withdrew in one motion now. She was out of me, but she kept working my flesh for some time until it seemed she was satisfied, and I felt her weight leave the bed.
I heard her walk to the side of the bed, and opened my eyes as she rolled me onto my side carefully, crawling into the bed behind me and holding me gently, her soft skin against me, her warmth soothing me. She stroked my hair, my face, and my swollen stomach silently, and kissed the back of my neck. We were both exhausted, and in absolute heaven.
‘’Thank you.’’ she whispered to me. ‘’We’ll lie here until the venom wears off and we can push them out.’’
I breathed a sigh of relief that I would be able to lie with her until her unfertilised eggs left me, and hoped desperately that she would let me take them again next year.