Groggily waking up from my mid-day nap, I peak over to my phone which is buzzing from an incoming text message. It's from the head Ranger of the park, warning employees about a possible Kakuna hive in the forest nearby. Of course, being the newest recruit, I've been tasked to take care of it before the cocoons hatch and cause problems in the park. Rubbing my eyes, I stand up, grab my bug spray, and head out into Viridian Forest to try and take care of the problem as swiftly as possible, so I can head back and continue my nap.

On this humid day, the air is thick with pollen, which is making my eyes water like crazy as I travel down the park path. Luckily, though, the forest seems a bit barren today, there aren't many wild pokemon that can slow me down on this job.
Approaching the area where I was instructed to investigate, I can hear a feint buzzing noise coming from one of the trees above. That's probably where the hive was spotted, which means its time to clear out these trees. Grabbing my bag, I start climbing up carefully. As I scale the tree, the sound of buzzing grows louder and more aggressive, as if it wasn't coming from the cocoons, but from something else nearby. Cautiously, I reach the top of the branches and quickly look around to find the Kakuna, desperate to get the job done as quickly as possible before something attacks me. As I spot the hive, I pull out the bug spray from my bag, primed to go.

Before I can take care of the cocoons, I spot something else, a small group of angry looking Beedrill who must be guarding the hive or something. As if well aware why I'm here, they continue staring at me, attempting to scare me into leaving them alone. Hurriedly spraying my bug spray, I can hear the buzzing growing even more aggressive and discordant as the Beedrill take off towards me, trying to chase me away from their nest.

Still gripping onto the tree, I swing at the swarm of pokemon, hoping to knock some sense into them and drive away. It doesn't work, though, as they continue their onslaught. Quickly becoming exhausted, I lose my grip and fall sharply to the ground below. I tumble into a bush that breaks most of the fall and, looking up, it seems like the Beedrill aren't satisfied yet, so I might be in for quite the fight.
I try to stand up, but my legs feel weak, and I can barely move. Every part of my body is covered in bruises and scars as I begin to crawl out from the bushes. As soon as I exit, I can see the group of Beedrill closing in above me, glaring angrily with piercing red compound eyes. The largest of the three, which is likely the queen, stands over me, her stinger pulsating eagerly.

Following some sort of order, the other two then fly off, leaving me with the massive vespoid, who begins to probe at my skin with her long antennae, inspecting my injured body. I'm trying to act brave, but all I can muster is a pitiful whimper as she continues to slide her antenna across my bruised and battered form. Seemingly having found whatever she was looking for, the look on her face contorts into something more sinister.

She flies closer, landing on top of my battered body, before extending her sharp abdominal stinger towards me. I can feel her chitinous exoskeleton on my chest as she tries to test my resolve, trailing her stinger against my body. Quickly realizing how helpless I am, she lowers her head down towards me, and I let out an uncomfortable groan as she glides her long proboscis across my face, tasting my sweat. Clearly enjoying herself, she then takes one of her drill arms, and effortlessly cuts right through my shirt, letting it slip off my shoulders. Judging by the look in her compound eyes, she doesn't want to stop there, as her insectoid wings flutter with anticipation.

With no hesitation, she pushes her stinger deep inside my gut, driving it further than any man should have to endure as I grunt in pain and writhe around. A burning, numbing feeling starts to spread through my veins, and soon enough, I'm paralyzed, incapable of resisting any further. All I can do is watch as she starts tearing at my pants, pulling apart the material and shredding it to pieces to get at her goal. I can feel my limp prick start to grow, likely a side effect of her venom, and soon enough, it's painfully hard.

Looking down at the Beedrill queen's abdomen, I can see her ovipositor protruding outwards, dripping a thick, white fluid onto the ground below. I can't help but stare; the sight is almost too much to handle. Her ovipositor throbs almost rhythmically as she lowers her entire abdomen down, right before impaling me.
As the tip of her needle-like ovipositor slips inside of my shaft, I can feel a strange sensation; I don't know if it's pleasure or pain. It feels like both, as her organ sinks deeper and deeper into me. I can feel it squirming around inside of me, and it feels like she's trying to get comfortable before doing the deed.

She tilts her head, her compound eyes focusing on me intently, watching every movement I make. Slowly, she begins to pump her ovipositor in and out of my manhood, and I can tell that she's trying to find the perfect angle. Soon enough, she seems to have found it, and I can feel something squishy, wet and round slowly entering me. The feeling of her insectoid eggs being pumped into my cock makes me gasp; it's indescribable, and I would scream if I could, but I can only watch in terror as it unfolds.

I can feel each egg being pushed out of her ovipositor, one after another, my cock slowly becoming more sensitive with each deposit. My body shudders uncontrollably as I'm filled with her wet, slimy eggs, and the squirming sensation is starting to get to me. It's not just the sensation of the eggs; it's also her probing, insistent movements, as she attempts to fit as many eggs as she can inside me. I don't know why, probably the effects of the venom, but something about her onslaught is starting to actually feel good to me. My eyes roll back in my head as she rests her body against mine, her chitinous exoskeleton grinding against my naked skin; her wings beating behind her.

I can tell she's almost done as the last few eggs finally push out of her organ; my cock practically bulging as I near release. With a loud buzz, she pulls out of me and my ecstasy reaches peak. I can't help but give a pathetic moan as I then orgasm, spurting ropes of hot semen all over my body and hers. Hundreds of her little insect eggs spill out from my twitching penis, covering both of us in her own offspring.

The Beedrill queen inspects my ejaculate, sniffing the mixture of my cum and her own eggs, as I lie defeated in front of her. She looks over me with her huge compound eyes and I'd say she's very pleased with what she sees. Giving me one more glance, she flies off, disappearing from view, and leaving me completely spent on the forest floor. My cock may be malformed, covered in insect eggs and sperm, but at least I'm alive.

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Pub: 18 Dec 2021 20:07 UTC
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