Monster Corp. 3
Setting: Earth.Ships: Insect Monster(s) / Toijvo Tabi.
Characters: Toijvo Tabi (m human).
Setting: Earth.Ships: Insect Monster(s) / Toijvo Tabi.
Characters: Toijvo Tabi (m human).
It was supposed to just be the one creature. Not a whole hive. Nobody had mentioned that it was a newly re-hatched queen making her own colony. Those were the most vicious, the hungriest. It was no wonder so many people had gone missing in the area, not with an ant queen in the middle of laying eggs.
Toijvo was fresh off bed-rest and speed-rehab; he was definitely not ready to fight a whole group of baby-ants. They may be babies, but they were still the size of humans, fat and sticky and sensitive to any vibration in the ground. They swarmed him when he was just out of the sight of the agents waiting just below the manhole.
The ant had been feasting on plenty of plumbers, builders, surveyors, and other people working with the sewer system, evidenced by the amount of missing person's reports left with the police and the skeletal remains Toijvo saw as the ants crawled around him.
He knew that the others could hear him; Toijvo had opened the channel the second the insects appeared, but he couldn't hear them doing anything. Not after one of them said that they'd report it to their superiors. It was frustrating; Toijvo could guess what they'd said. They'd told the others to wait, to observe, and only interfere when it was absolutely needed.
The ants were heavy, their weight on him brought him out of his curses towards his colleagues, and Toijvo winced as he heard a chittering. He knew that sound. They were calling for the queen. He'd taken care of these types of ants before, but never alone. A whole colony of them were not a one-man job, yet here he was, abandoned for the sake of some messed-up science with perverted voyeours studying the situation. No doubt they would have the recording from his bodycam on replay once this was over. He just hoped that he would make it out of the situation alive.
Because the queen appeared, massive in size, already almost taking up the whole width of the sewer. Toijvo tried to pull away, but the baby ants were on top of him, weighting him down.
The queen looked at him with her multitude of beady eyes. Her mandibles shifted as she spoke to her underlings, and Toijvo pushed himself up to sit when they moved off him. He was instantly pushed back down, and pinned to the slimy cement floor, his throat dangerously held against the floor between the queen's mandibles. He was pressed to the floor, her body on top of him.
"Please don't eat me," he murmured. He swallowed. "And if you do, please do it quick." If she was going to kill him, he hoped she would do it quickly.
His wish wouldn't be granted, he realized soon. The queen's bottom half opened, and he knew that. He'd seen it in the study material. "Please don't," he pleaded. He hadn't even tried to seduce her, and if she had her way with him, she'd cut his head off. He knew that was what these ant queens did when they climaxed. He'd seen heads lie apart from bodies among the ants.
The queen's pulsing insides was a large cunt, and the insides were swollen with eggs. He wasn't needed for food, he was needed to fertilize her eggs. Maybe they'd clean his body once the queen was finished with him, but he's seen recordings from when other agents failed and was turned into unwilling sperm donors. The mandibles would slowly crush him, tear and suffocate him. "Please hurry," he pleaded to the other agents instead, knowing that there was no use asking the ant. She was driven by instinct, and if they didn't hurry he'd lose his life for stupid perverse science.
Her whole weight pressed down on him, he felt his body creak in protest, and he didn't care this time that he let out his cries of pain. He didn't have to worry about scaring away the queen, she was single-mindedly locked on his seed, and the other ants would stay if the queen died. He screamed, cursing the other agents and his superiors. He didn't care about being professional; he just didn't want to die this way. He knew he was likely to die during work but this wasn't what he'd imagined. Dying from a monster fucking herself on his cock. Even if it felt good, he didn't- no, he didn't feel good. In the first place he had no interest in human women, why would he have any interest in mating with a female monster.
He felt her mandibles slide closer, pinpricks of pain in his skin. He heard loud snapping sounds, but didn't register what they were. He was hyper-aware of the ant queen's breathing, of her flesh around his cock, and the tentacles around her cunt teasing him to a forced erection. He sobs, as he cums. The queen is done with him, only chasing her own orgasm. Her mandibles press into his throat, close to snapping shut. Light flashes in his vision, his tears burn and he feels how he loses control of his bladder the moment he hears a large cracking sound and feels his skin tearing.
It's only when he wakes up once more in his old infirmary bed that he sees casts on an arm and has a hard time breathing that he feels relief that he somehow survived, saved just in the nick of time. His attempt to resign was overlooked; he'd signed away his life when he signed on with Monster Corp. half his life ago.