Sugar Wasp

Author: AzimuthFlirt

Tags: Wasp monstergirl [F]/Mad scientist [M]. Happy ending, unintentional striptease, lactation (honey), breast suckling, long-tongued blowjob, clever use of extra hands, well-lubricated breast sex.

Summary:
An experiment gone horribly awry spawns a lovely yet dangerous insectoid creature in an isolated scientist's basement laboratory. The researcher has hated insects, particularly wasps, ever since one stung him during childhood. Will the golden-haired wasp-woman convince him that she's a "good bug" or can this research project only end with one of them bugging the other to death?

==== Chapter 1: Emergence ====

Bzzt-bzzt, came the noise from the other room. A short burst of intense, vibrating humming followed by a cautious rest. Then, bzzt-bzzt again. There was a tapping of two-toed feet on the other side of the wall. The taps walked up the wall, then onto the other room's ceiling, while the buzzing continued.

The scientist liked insects, provided that they were small and kept under glass for study. A major part of his job was the study of what humanity could gain from insects. Crucial work, especially in these troubled times, no matter what some doubters might say. While more mundane researchers were confining their inquiries to pedestrian concepts like antiviral or even sanitation research, he dared to fight fire with fire. The only way to stop a rogue bioweapon, like the one accidentally unleashed by a third-world country's poorly built weapons lab, was with another bioweapon. He added a timeline of the disease's spread to the report he was writing, and tried hard to ignore that buzzing noise.

The sickness had thrown a wrench into the world's economy. A-Corp, the globe-spanning megacorporation that employed him, took a very dim view of things that damaged their bottom line. A solution must be found. It was a noble cause, and besides, if they found an affordable fix before anyone else there was sure to be a mountain of money. Certain individuals did not agree about the value of his research to the noble cause, but he would show them. Oh yes, one day he would show them all! They would rue the day they called him a madman behind his back! Blind fools... they did not understand how important it was that insects could not transmit this virus. Insects could not even act as carriers. Even more intriguing, the virus seemed to have a particularly odd effect when introduced alongside weapons-grade mutagens to certain larvae. His research on that front was groundbreaking, as he had told anyone who would listen prior to his exile.

It had been decided by upper echelons at A-Corp that he should work from home for "safety" reasons. He missed the formal dinners, the jar of jellybeans he had kept next to the mainframe terminal, and going out to movies with the research team. His family's estate was isolated enough from society to almost be its own little world, and he was the last of his family to live here. The basement was full of beakers, the loft littered with experimentation notes. A tesla coil, leftover from Great-Aunt Zadna's old musical experiments, towered over the backyard. His regrettably poor internet connection was his last link to the outside world since the car had broken down in the driveway.

A man could go a little... unhinged under such conditions. All he had to occupy his mind was his research. Truth be told, he had never much liked insects ever since a wasp stung him when he was a child. Perhaps that was why he found it so easy to experiment upon them. Crawling, buzzing, annoying things that always turned up where they were least wanted. Wasps were the worst of all. He gritted his teeth together, trying to tune out that dreadful buzzing from the other room, and hammered at the keyboard as he composed a formal report of his recent findings. The news was a bit... fantastical, but A-Corp was on the forefront of countless innovations. He was not a madman. He was a scientist unafraid to push the boundaries. But he dearly wished that he had a research assistant here, someone who could tell him that he was still... sane.

At times, every man might doubt his grip on reality. Especially if an insect he was studying metamorphosed into a man-sized monster that could punch through glass and bother him at all hours of the day or night with that infernal wing-buzzing. That sort of thing would never have happened at a proper laboratory. In fact, it was not supposed to happen at all. There were laws of physics and so-forth. The buzzing of large wings on the other side of his office's wooden door was proof to the contrary, as it had been for the past week since the experiment, and he had not become a scientist by ignoring observable evidence. The innocent, sugary-sweet disposition of the specimen only made him more fearful. This entire situation was one burst of alien anger from turning into a low-budget horror movie.

He picked up his tennis racket and let it dangle by the strap from his left hand. A pity he could not send full video of what his experiments had uncovered, but this ancient dial-up line was barely able to handle his text documents. Sooner or later, someone at A-Corp's headquarters would take him seriously. He was one of their most respected scientists, after all. Why, if it weren't for his primary laboratory being completely destroyed during the bio-terrorist attack on one of A-Corp's research centers... really, the odd effects of this mutagenic virus experiment were not that unusual when taken in the context of other recent discoveries made by The Company. That was what he tried to tell himself when he wondered if he truly had gone insane.

Bzzt-bzzt, came the noise again, louder this time. He swung the tennis racket into his hand and looked about warily. Nothing. She must still be in the other room. He took a deep breath and tried to finish. He should be hearing the whop-whop-whop of a helicopter landing in his yard, not the angry hum of... of oversized wasp wings! A marvel, yes, but terrifying. Her stinger was oversized as well. The scientist pressed the send key and waited a long moment, then rolled his chair back with a sigh. His jellybean jar sat empty in a corner of the desk. It had been empty for so long that he did not even reach for it on instinct anymore when stressed.

There, that was his... fourth? Yes, the fourth report. He rubbed his face. At least he was keeping up with his hygiene. The wasp insisted on that. She was a very tidy insect, had even cleaned up the mess she had made while escaping from his lab. Whenever she mopped, she sang a strange kind of music that was all humming and very intentional sounds made by her wings. Yesterday, when she was power-washing the patio, he could still hear her singing over the rattle of the pressure pump. Noise, noise, noise, insects were nothing but noise! He rubbed the sides of his head. At least it seemed that the noise had stopped for now. He could no longer hear a buzzing in the next room.

Hopefully, he looked out the window, but there was no trio of black trucks with stylized corporate logos on their sides rolling down the dirt road. Just grassy fields, tall trees, and a pair of long black antennae attached to a smiling, curious face framed with golden blonde hair. A face almost human, except for those pure red compound eyes, and a mouth that could unhinge like a casket of horrors to reveal savage mandibles. Her long pink tongue stretched across the windowsill. It took his mind a half-second too long to realize that the window was not closed. There was no glass between him and the wasp-woman. Her antennae waggled through the opening, along with two of her arms, and before he could bring the racket up to defend himself the rest of her had lunged through with frightening speed.

Her wings buzzed angrily, propelling her through the air as she slammed headlong into him and sent his chair spinning across the wood floor. She laughed. He screamed. An instant before they crashed into a cabinet full of inherited vases she kicked out an armored leg. Her high-heeled boot, made of yellow-striped black chitin that protected from her dexterous toes up past her knee, left a small dent in the wall as she braked the chair to a stop. With a buzz of her wings she lifted into the air. A frightening grin stretched across her face as she hovered above him. The large stinger that arched out from her abdomen, sharp as a nail and dripping with venom, curled between her knees.

"Ta-da!" trilled the blonde wasp, waving her two sets of arms in the air. She twirled like a ballerina, her armored limbs and sleek abdomen narrowly missing him as she flitted back and forth. Her body was a beguiling mixture of enticing curves and hard angles covered in warning colors. The ragged remains of a laboratory coat she had scavenged swirled around her waist like a ballet skirt, and her golden hair caught the sunlight as she danced in the air.

When he regained his senses, the scientist gripped the racket and swatted her twice on the head. "Bad! Bad!"

Immediately she crumpled to the ground and clutched three of her hands to her head. There was no way his racket could have hurt her. She had strength far beyond her size and durability to match. A scientific curiosity to be certain, but one he wished he could ponder appropriately in a fully-stocked laboratory. Her wings twitched slowly. The unblinking red compound eyes stared up at him from beneath stray locks of gold while her hands rubbed her head. It would have been a pitiable sight, were it not for her spiked armor and the way her mandibles poked out from the edge of her almost-human mouth. Oh, and the stinger too. That hateful wasp-stinger protruding from her venom-filled abdomen.

He scooted his chair away from her. "Vesper, I've told you not to interrupt me while I'm working on my reports!"

"But you finished!" she protested, tilting her head to the side at an angle that would have broken a human's neck. Her antennae waved in front of her red eyes. "I saw you look away from the glow-box and sigh big. You only do that when you're finished."

The scientist tugged at his collar. She was learning. Observing her environment. Acting almost like a research assistant... He pushed those thoughts away. An insect. She was an overgrown insect, and he was terrified of her. Containment had repeatedly failed. She had broken through the glass, bent the iron cage bars, and gnawed her way through the steel mesh door of the basement. Now, the only thing keeping her near the estate was him. He tried not to think about the damage she could do if unleashed upon the world. A flying, aggressive, armored, venomous, wasp-analog. Why had A-Corp not sent a security team yet?

Gathering her long legs beneath herself, she popped back into the air and hovered there on loudly buzzing wings. Her chin rested on two palms, while her other two hands clasped together in front of her. "Why don't you like me, Doctor Alan?" Her stinger curved up behind her back as she stretched. "I like you."

Sweat formed on his brow. He scooted a little closer to the door. This was the core of his problem. She was not a miserable little insect that existed only to buzz and bother for a few months before dying. Vesper was possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He had known that since he first laid eyes on her in the moments after her... creation? Emergence, that was the word he had used in his reports. The experiment that had produced her had been tame in theory, but the results were unexpected and amazing.

He remembered dropping his clipboard as the wasp egg glowed, mutating in the nutrient goo when he introduced the catalyzed virus, growing, growing, growing until it had burst the glass containment vessel with a crash. Leaping behind a desk, he had watched in horrified fascination as the experiment raged out of control. Wet gooshing and insectoid trilling had echoed through the makeshift lab as she had torn free from the massive egg.

In a proper laboratory there would have been large red emergency buttons on the walls and heavily armed security teams. In his basement there had been only a desk to hide behind. Once again he had been a frightened child cowering in fear from a buzzing wasp. This time, when the wasp found him and stung him, he would die in horrible pain as it ripped him limb from limb. Wasps did that all the time in nature. Some species hunted down far larger spiders, paralyzed them with a venomous sting, bit off their legs, and implanted the remains with their eggs. When the young hatched, they would devour the crippled yet still living spider. He had not dared to look over the desk until he heard the crinkle of paper, followed by munching. Hungry from her tumultuous birth, the wasp-woman had eaten his lab notes.

When she had first burst out of her egg she was armored and ready for battle. Goo had still clung to her body and dampened her long blonde hair. Her stinger dripped with venom, and her many arms easily tore open a locked filing cabinet in search of more paper to gnaw. Chitin covered her torso, while still emphasizing her queenly breasts, and her mandibles were fully unfurled. When their eyes had first met, he thought he was a dead man for sure.

Even now, with her floating in the air above him in his office, he wondered why she had not killed him outright a week ago. It would be a simple thing. She could not possibly think he was like her. What few anthropomorphic traits she had were far more subtle than her insectoid nature. Her high-heeled boots were obviously meant to crush humans underfoot. She wore the remains of a laboratory coat tied around her waist like a ragged trophy. The armored leotard supported her generous cleavage in a manner that would make fashion stars jealous, but the chitin plates provided as much protection as Kevlar-wrapped ceramic. Vesper, the name they had settled on for her after she decided she needed one, was born for war.

The only gentleness in her appearance were a few puffy rings of soft fuzz. Insects used them to transport pollen, but for her they were ornamentation. Her upper arms, around her collarbone, and ridges along her hips all had inviting circles of fluff. Beneath her armored boots and gauntlets were silken stockings and gloves with yellow-on-black danger stripes that contrasted sharply with her light skin. That vicious black stinger hung behind her, an ever-present threat, and he had seen how quick she could ready it for attack. She might have a humanoid form, but she was far from human.

Yet the look on her face as she stared at him with those red, unblinking eyes seemed very human indeed...

==== Chapter 2: Hunger ====

"Is it because I ate your papers again?" the wasp-woman asked sadly. Her voice brought him back to the present. She hung in the air over him as he slouched in the chair. "I'm sorry. I couldn't find any more spiders... and they're so little. It's hard to fill up." Her long tongue curled out. "The flowers are too small for me too. Not even a sip, really!"

He put his hands to his ears and shook his head. The drone of her wings in this enclosed space was giving him a headache. Again. "Stop that buzzing!"

Immediately she dropped to her feet and clicked her heels together. Her armored toes, two on each foot, splayed out to steady her. With uncanny grace, she bent forward and waggled her antennae over his head while her stinger stretched out behind her for balance. "You are troubled."

"I'm terrified!" he retorted. "You came barreling in through my window like a cannonball... and that's just the latest!" Looking up at her, he gripped the racket again. "Vesper, you're a monster, don't you understand that?"

She stretched out two hands toward him. Both were armored, much as her legs, with rigid plates of chitin that flowed up into striped sleeves. Her entire body was painted with natural warning signs except for tantalizing hints of human-like skin that were not covered by her armor. "I have read some of your books before eating them."

That was another terrifying trait. By the time he had gotten used to the idea she could talk, she was already reading print. He suspected she gleaned understanding from watching and smelling him while he worked, reacting to hormonal traits unused by humans that her insect biology could somehow process. Was she the greatest scientific breakthrough of the past hundred years, or was he bonkers and actually having a conversation with a yellow-striped sock puppet with red jewels stitched on for eyes? Uncle Jerry had made a "talking brick" who he referred to as "The Lieutenant" before they put him in a straightjacket and bused him away to the asylum...

"In your books," she continued, blissfully unaware of his internal crisis. Her red eyes were bright and cheerful. "Humans put on metal until they do not look like humans any more." She was speaking about knights, as far as he could guess. Jolly old heroes who cavorted about the countryside. "They ride very fast on horses. They salute their rulers. And they are loved by all." Her wings buzzed happily, then fell silent. "How am I different?"

"Because that's not metal you're wearing, it's a chitinous armor mimicking an exoskeleton-"

She clicked her mandibles together. "But it comes off. See?"

With a quick twitch of her thumbs and a tug from three hands, she removed her breastplate. Smooth, almost human skin spilled forth, kept in check only by the form-fitting underlayer of the armored leotard. She turned the breastplate upside down and hooked it onto the barbs of the armor covering her back, then leaned forward to give him a better view. Her full breasts strained against the silken underlayer. The scientist could see firm nubs pressing outward atop her soft mounds. A sudden temptation to lean his weary head forward and let her many hands cradle him close almost overcame him. He felt like a moth being lured to its doom.

Her tongue curled out, sliding down the tempting valley between her breasts until it came to a stop just above where her navel should be. The sight of that pink, wriggly appendage was just alien enough to shake him out of the trance. After tasting the air, Vesper reeled her tongue back in, still oblivious to his internal conflict. "Just like a human wearing metal," she said cheerfully.

"Not at all!" His cheeks were red now, both from anger and embarrassment. Had she no shame? Of course not. An insect could not even understand such things, no matter how human she might look... and she was looking more human all the time to him... "You still have that terrible stinger. What knight would carry a venomous blade at all times?"

Her weapon curled upward as she thought, the sharp tip ready as ever. "Mmm." The wasp-woman's wings twitched as she thought. "But is a sword not the soul of a knight? And mine does have a sheath."

With an act of concentration, she drew her stinger back into her abdomen, then turned around to show him. Vesper swayed her lightly armored rear in front of his eyes while curling her weaponized tail out of the way. That ragged lab coat they had made into a simple skirt waved from side to side as she moved, revealing the bare skin of her inner thighs. While there could be no doubt she was only trying to show him that her weapon was safely withdrawn from consideration, his eyes were glued to her butt. Those tufts of fuzz along her hips wobbled like cotton plants in the breeze as she moved.

Her natural agility and balance, helped by the occasional flutter of her wings, meant she was gyrating like a stripper without need for a pole. While Doctor Alan was a gentleman, he was still only a man, and any man would be glad to invite a girl like that into his lap for a squeeze-and-giggle. Or whatever the kids called feeling up a pretty girl these days... but just above the improvised skirt, her venom-brewing abdomen jutted out from the base of her spine. No man, certainly not him, would be insane enough to risk such a thing! He scooted his chair further toward the door, thinking again of his childhood trauma.

The wasp-woman looked back over her shoulder at him, holding one finger curiously to her lips. "Why do you flee?"

"E-even if you can hide your stinger and take off that armor, that doesn't change what you are!" he sputtered.

"But I like what I am." She turned around and shuffled closer to him. "Don't you like what I am, Doctor Alan? You write about me so much."

"That is research," he replied.

Vesper nodded. "Yes-yes. I ate an old textbook during the night. It tasted of baking soda and vinegar." She wiggled her wings happily. "Research is good! But why won't you let me help you with your research? I can be ever so helpful..." Nearer she crept. "If you just let me..." Her many-armed shadow with its barbed armor fell over the scientist. "Closer."

Hiding behind the tennis racket, he yelled, "You'll hurt me, Vesper. It's what wasps do when humans get close. That's why... that's why there's supposed to be glass between us!"

Her antennae drooped. "Oh. I... must I hurt you? I do not want to." Her compound eyes lit up. "What if I had a racket as well? Would two rackets protect you more than just one? Or bigger rackets?"

"A full hazmat suit would protect me best of all..." he grumbled. "No, Vesper. We don't need two..." He tried not to stare at her cleavage. "Two big rackets. I..." The scientist shook his head fiercely to dislodge another tawdry idea. "It's not safe for either of us if I let you get too close to me, or too far from this estate." Seeing her sad expression, he faltered a little. "I... Vesper, it's not your fault. You were just... born this way."

"Oh." She took a step back from him and sighed. "Oh-oh. It... it is a sticky idea, then. I cannot convince you otherwise?" The wasp's arms and antennae drooped.

"No." Slowly, he rose to his feet and shook his head. "I... I'm not sure if you're real or a hallucination, Vesper. I don't even remember how long I've been trapped here, away from the rest of the world. I'm down to eating those canned rations Uncle Jerry stashed in the second cellar during the Cold War."

His stomach rebelled at the thought of more dry, tasteless crackers with bland, preservative-laden beans. But, until A-Corp sent a chopper, that was all he had. He tried not to think of the automated Chick-A-Corp kiosk at the research center and its delicious cooked-to-order sandwiches with sweet tea. At least he had all that he could eat of the rations. Uncle Jerry had stockpiled enough emergency supplies to feed a battalion before they took him to the funny farm, and the well-water was fine.

"But if you are real," he said wearily. "I... I have to be afraid of you. As a scientist. As a human being. You're the portent of a future that I don't even want to imagine."

"But... if I cannot help you, what is my purpose?" she asked sadly. "I am too large to fill up on spiders or flowers. I am readied for battle but you have told me I must never go to it. I cannot even be your..." The wasp grimaced, her mandibles hanging low from her wide-stretched mouth. She tried to form the words she had heard him say many times. "Your re-search assist-tent. And besides all that, the weather is turning colder. I am... mmm. No, it is nothing."

"What?" he asked cautiously.

Her unblinking eyes turned down to her very full breasts. "I am ready to secrete." Seeing his confusion, she unabashedly peeled down her yellow-striped underlayer to reveal perky nipples that oozed a thick, rich, syrup-like sweetness. "But I have no mouths to feed, nor do I need to store up food for the winter if... if I have no purpose."

Hunger prodded at the back of Doctor Alan's mind. It had been too long, far too long, since he had tasted anything sweet. Uncle Jerry's rations would sustain a man until doomsday, but any candy in them had gone rancid not long after the Berlin Wall tumbled down. It was not unheard of for wasps to store honey in their nests. Not on the industrial scale of bees, just enough to feed themselves through hard times. But he had never expected she would exhibit that trait. A glob of golden goodness oozed onto Vesper's armored finger as she touched her aching breasts. The wasp-woman trilled softly. Her wings fluttered as she squeezed out more with all four hands.

His tongue ran over his lips.

Her innocent eyes met his. "It is not poison," she said, misunderstanding his expression. "It is food." Raising one honey-covered hand to her mouth, she licked all over it with her long tongue. "Mmm... happy food. Not meant for me to eat like this. But there are no others to feed." The wasp-woman turned her head toward the window. "I am too big for others with wings, just as what they eat is too small for me. I am alone."

Doctor Alan raised a fist to his mouth and stifled a cough. He could smell the honey smeared all over her breasts and hands. What was he thinking? She was born of a virus and mutagens! Bad enough that she touched him from time to time. Whatever foul serum leaked from her teats was probably full of toxins! But with her armor off she did look much more human. That was certainly a very human-like set of breasts. And it had been so long since he tasted anything sweet.

Reaching over the chair's back to grab the door handle, he rattled it. Locked. His eyes swung to the desk. The key sat next to his computer's keyboard. Vesper continued to lap delicious-smelling nectar from her breasts with a sad look on her insectoid face. He had locked the door to keep her out while he worked. Now he was locked in here with her... with that delicious smell...

His heart beat faster. Drawing himself up, he took a step toward the key. Her unblinking eyes saw all. He approached her, stepped past her... but the smell, the sweet smell, it was so near. He was only a man. Safety, suspicion, even fear, all those faded from his mind. A man could live in fear of pain for quite a while and remain a rebel, but it took a stronger heart than his to resist pleasure. She gave no resistance. Without a word, he pushed her up against the glass doors of the vase cabinet, lowered his mouth to her left breast, and lapped greedily.

The golden goodness clung to his tongue and stuck to his lips. He was in heaven. Delicious, sweet honey, as pure as could be. For what felt like years he had not even tasted soda pop, and he had run out of jellybeans before the experiment that created her. Sugar craving drove him onward. His lips latched onto her breast, his hands held her firmly, and he suckled the rich, nutritious honey. Not until he had finished those first few mouthfuls did he hear her moan softly, feel her panting for air, and look up to see the crimson blush on her cheeks.

==== Chapter 3: Closeness ====

"Doctor Alan..." Vesper whispered. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and tickled against his forehead. "So close..." Slender, sticky fingers touched his shoulders, leaving prints on his lab coat. "And so hungry!"

He licked his lips and tried to pull away, but she cradled his head close.

"T-the other too," she urged. The scientist hesitated. Her red eyes begged. Vesper was hungry too, but her hunger was for a purpose. He was always telling her what she must not do. Don't wave her stinger too close to him, don't eat those papers, don't fly too close to the buzzing shiny tower in the backyard. Never did he tell her what she could do for him. She felt useless. If he liked this thing that she could do, then she must do it! "Please. I do not want to waste."

It was too tempting an offer for the strung-out sugar addict to resist. He slid a hand up and squeezed the wasp-woman's other breast. Honey gushed forth and ran down his wrist. Vesper shivered, her abdomen shaking against the cabinet at her back.

"When you touch, it feels so much better!" she moaned.

His tongue licked over the oozing nipple. This was wrong, dangerous, but so very delicious. Maybe wasps were not so bad after all...

His teeth pressed down ever so slightly. She gasped and clung to him, her knees suddenly weak. The wasp's wings twitched up and down over the glass behind her. "Again!" she begged. One of her hands touched his chin, while two others clutched at his shoulders for support. He fastened his lips onto her breast and slurped hungrily. Sliding his fingers down her smooth skin, he teased the tufts of fuzz along her hips that poked through the ruined lab-coat around her waist. Honey flooded over his tongue and dribbled down her strange body. Vesper's many fingers crawled over his back in intricate patterns that felt like the mating-dances of amorous insects. The antennae on her head wobbled from side to side as she reveled in new sensations. As her knees weakened, she slid down the glass front of the cabinet.

He picked her up, feeling almost drunk from the rush of sugary-sweet goodness, and marveled at how light the wasp-woman was. Swinging her around, he sat her on the desk. Vesper's stinger arched up, knocking the monitor to one side, and her wings twitched as he continued to suck and grope at her breasts. His hair rubbed against the ring of fluff at the base of her neck. It felt like the fuzzy collar of a well-loved winter coat. The circles of fluff that ornamented her upper arms tickled his ears as she held him close. What had started as the licks of a desperate man turned to a greedy suckling as he alternated between breasts and unashamedly squeezed with his hands to coax out more.

Vesper trilled, a pleasant cooing sound that rose and fell almost as if he was playing her strange body like an instrument. Leaning into her embrace, he found his hands again sliding down to her waist. This time his fingers crept beneath the ruined lab coat. He felt the smoothness of her skin at her joints, and the hard chitin armor that resumed as soon as it would no longer hamper her mobility. Her many hands sneaked beneath his lab coat too, teasing at some of the holes in the well-worn shirt beneath.

She smiled at him, clicking her mandibles together as he pressed her back against the desk. Her legs bent as she leaned back to yield fully to his curiosity. His hands were now running up the scantily-clad butt she had presented to him a few minutes ago, until they felt the underside of her abdomen. Tracing his fingers back, Doctor Alan could almost swear that he could feel venom pulsing just beneath the fuzz and chitin. His heart raced faster. While his vision was full of her welcoming cleavage, he knew that devilish stinger was hidden back there. His hands retreated back to her hips, idly tracing along the much more welcoming fluff instead of daring to go further.

When his hunger was finally quenched, he pulled back and ran his tongue over his lips. She slumped backward onto the desk with her arms and wings splayed out and a dizzy expression on her face.

"My purpose..." she whispered dreamily.

The scientist's rational mind began to reassert itself. He adjusted his clothes and tried to wipe some of the sticky goo off his chin. Now that his stomach was full, shame could fill his heart. What had he done? She was a quivering mess! He felt lightheaded from the rush of sugar. Taking a step back, he shook his head. If that goop was poisonous he was dead for sure, but he did not feel poisoned. No, he felt amazing! Stronger than he had been in weeks. His senses were sharper, his mind raced, and everything seemed so much clearer than before. He reached down and touched one of the wasp-woman's hands. Her fingers weakly curled around his. For a moment, he almost felt like the two of them understood each other. Then there was a clunk as her sharp stinger popped out from its sheath.

Fear returned. He started to back away slowly as childhood memories returned. The wasp had buzzed over the desk, landed right on him, and then-

"Wait!" Vesper reached after him, but he was out of arm's reach already. Her long legs caught him around the hips and pulled him a little closer. He started to struggle, but stopped when he saw she was so determined to keep him close that if he jumped back he would yank her right off the desk.

"Let go of me," he said firmly. "I... I made a mistake, and I'm sorry." But he wasn't. Not really. Looking at her honey-covered breasts, which swelled less now than before but were still quite enticing, his eyes could not help but trace down to her groin. Beneath that ragged lab coat were wide, inviting hips. She pulled him a little closer with her legs. He shuffled forward a step, glancing nervously over at her stinger. "Vesper, you must let go of me." Her red compound eyes were still alien, but they seemed more alluring now. He had never investigated just how human her body was. If she had breasts, did that also mean... his eyes drifted down to her groin again.

"No!" she insisted. Her shaking hands reached out toward his waist. "I... I hurt you. I have to make you better."

"What do you mean?" Had she poisoned him after all? Or-

"You're swelling." One of her black fingers pressed against a suspicious bulge in his pants. "Humans swell when hurt, don't they?"

He almost laughed. "An allergic reaction, you mean? Vesper, this isn't a-"

She pulled him close with her legs and wrapped two arms around him. "I'll make you better, I promise! I just have to..." The wasp-woman struggled to piece together fragments she had read while munching. "Reduce the... swelling." Her wings buzzed as her hands yanked loose his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and forced them down to his knees. "I ate a book that was sort-of about it." She looked up at him, antennae twitching. "I can help you, Doctor Alan. I can have a purpose."

He tried to push her away. "Vesper, wait, this isn't-" but her many hands were too fast. His underwear was yanked down, and without hesitation she wrapped her hands around his throbbing penis. Were he not so frightened and embarrassed, he would have laughed. "I'm not-"

"Squeeze out the hurt," she hummed to herself. Her hands stroked him while her legs held him fast. "Suck out the hurt." Her long tongue curled down, wet with saliva, and coiled around his length. Bending almost double, she twitched her wings to keep from falling off the desk as she wrapped her lips around his tip. The long, powerful mandibles hung down, brushing against his inner thighs as she moved. Doctor Alan's protests faded into a low groan. This too was something he had been without for far, far too long. She was so incredibly dangerous, he glanced once more toward that sharp stinger, but Vesper seemed determined to help him.

"I... this isn't..." He took a deep breath. It felt too good. Her tongue writhed up and down his length, while her saliva-slick fingers squeezed just the right places. He felt the fluff of her upper arms tickling over his skin. One hand lightly cupped his balls as she slid her lips further and further down his shaft. Her antennae rubbed against him, sensing far more about his body than even he consciously knew. When she ran one black finger up the underside of his length, looking him straight in the eye with an impossibly innocent expression all the while, he gave in.

He firmly gripped the back of her head with a hand. "You're right, Vesper." The sugar rush and pounding lust was too much. A grin spread over his face. "This swelling is your fault." Pressing down on her blonde hair, he made her take more and more. Her tongue squeezed tighter, and her hands began to run over his body as his length disappeared into her mouth. She gave no sign of gagging as she stared up at him with those unblinking red eyes. "And you're going to help me calm down."

She trilled happily. The vibration very nearly made him blow his load, but he barely managed to hold back. There was only one way to make sure this wasp understood who was in charge around here. Breaking containment vessels in his lab, eating his notes and books, buzzing around the house at all hours, charging in through his window, luring him with that honey, and ripping off his pants! She was overdue for a reminder of why humans were the dominant species! He was not a frightened child hiding under a desk anymore. Why, if her front wasn't a mess of honey and saliva he would turn her over his knee, hold her stinger to one side, and spank that scantily-clad rump.

An idea burst into his head seconds before he would have burst in her mouth. Doctor Alan pulled her head back, all the way past his twitching tip, and lifted her off the desk. "Down," he ordered. She reluctantly unwound her legs from his waist and knelt on the floor. He bent her backward over the desk, pinning her wings so they could not make that infernal buzzing, and grinned down. The wasp looked up at him with wide-eyed curiosity. Her disconcertingly long tongue was still coiled around his penis as though she was inspecting the stamen of a flower. He grabbed her breasts and pressed them together. His first plunge into the gooey mess between those soft mounds made a pleasant squishing noise. Fresh honey oozed from her perky nipples as he thrust. She moaned, her stinger bumping against the underside of the desk where it could do no harm, and arched her back while pressing her breasts together for him.

"Better!" he smiled down at her.

Honey was making a mess of his pants as it mixed with her saliva to keep the channel between those beautiful breasts slick. The wasp's long tongue still curled around his length as he pumped between her breasts. Her extra arms touched up and down his bare legs and slid under his shirt. The wet texture of her tongue, that clinging squish from her honey, and the squeeze of her ample bosom all drove him wild. He thrust harder and harder.

She had that insectoid way of making his skin crawl wherever she touched, but right now he liked it. He liked it a lot. Never had he imagined he would even think such a thing, but he liked having this wasp's fingers crawling over him. Her wings twitched helplessly against the desk. He had this bug trapped right where he wanted her. When he ran his fingers through her golden hair, she leaned her lips down of her own accord and kissed at his tip as it poked up through her breasts.

"That's good, Vesper!" he gasped encouragingly.

With her tongue so occupied it was impossible for her to speak, but the trilling noises that vibrated her chest were easy to understand. She had to get all of his hurt out, all of it! Her arms hugged him close as he made final, frantic thrusts. The scientist plunged deep through her breasts and into her mouth. Honey oozed from her nipples as thick white cum shot from his tip. Her hands seemed to be everywhere, crawling over his body like an army of light-footed wasps as her tongue wriggled along his spasming length. A flood of cum filled her mouth with something salty, just as she had filled his with something sweet a few minutes ago. She seemed to enjoy the taste of her treat too.

His tip slipped out of her mouth as he slumped backward. Another few shots of seed sprayed over her face. Cum dribbled from her mandibles down into the ring of fuzz around her neck meant for gathering pollen. A few lucky strands even clung to her antennae. He panted for breath, one hand stroking her head and the other gripping the desk for support. Much of that wonderful energy surge was now spent. His head hung forward wearily.

Vesper was a mess of sticky fluids. Honey, saliva, and cum mixed together all over her face and breasts. Her red compound eyes looked up at him with what might be worship. A curious fluid had dampened her inner thighs and stained the silken underlayer of her protective leotard. Her tongue reluctantly unwound from his flaccid penis as he staggered backward and collapsed into the desk chair. Doctor Alan stared at the half-naked wasp-woman for what felt like a long time. His mind slowly processed what had happened. He expected to feel regret, but the fullness in his stomach and the emptiness in his balls dulled any such thoughts. While he watched, her tongue lapped out again and again over her body. She savored every lick of his seed.

When he was a boy, he had hidden from the wasp. It had found him, landed on him, crawled on his frightened body, and stung. He still remembered the pain and the welt that had formed from that first sting. The wasp had fled from his wails and the waving of his arms, then had circled back and stung him again. Desperate, he had seized up a tennis racket and smashed the insect against the desk. The wasp was reduced to a mess of twitching goo and tiny limbs. That had kick-started his interest in what was inside insects, which had turned into a fruitful career.

Doctor Alan rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yes, there was still a wasp-woman on her knees in front of his desk, and she was a mess. A beautiful mess. Maybe... maybe wasps were not so bad after all. Her red eyes looked deep into his. She stretched out a mostly-clean hand. He stood, and pulled his sticky underwear and trousers back up. There was a decision to be made. On the opposite side of the desk to Vesper was the door key. He walked up to the desk and looked from her to the key. Did he really want to keep a wasp so close? Could he ever really trust her, or would he always feel that painful sting of so many years ago whenever he looked at her stinger?

He picked up the key. Then he reached down, took her hand, and pulled her upright. Vesper's wings buzzed as she stood, and she leaned against him for support. Her eyes looked deep into his. "Do you... I like-like you, Doctor Alan," she hummed as though drunk. Perhaps she was. He had no idea what effect his cum would have on her. A scientific curiosity to be sure. "Do you like... like me too?"

Despite himself, he smiled. "Yes, Vesper." Putting an arm around her waist, above where her abdomen connected to her torso, he hugged her close. "I like-like you too. Maybe it won't be so bad to have a wasp as a research assistant."

She trilled happily, burying her face against his shoulder and letting her antennae patter over his cheeks. Two of her hands found his, while the other two hugged him tight. He stared out the window as he held her. There was no black helicopter on the lawn, and no convoy of trucks coming up the dirt road. Maybe all the rest of the world was gone. Maybe he had slipped through the cracks of some automated system and all his reports were going to a recycle bin. All he knew for certain was that he had a whole new world to discover right here. He kissed the top of her head.

"Let's get cleaned up a bit," he said while guiding her toward the door. "I just need to... get this unlocked... come on now you blasted old thing..." The key fit, but the old lock was refusing to budge. He jiggled it. "Ugh! Don't make me knock you down, stupid old door!" The lock rattled, but still would not turn. This was as bad as the lock in the attic that had trapped him up there with the wasp all those years ago! Letting go of Vesper, he tried with both hands, but only succeeded in making the lock rattle louder. Actually, it was buzzing. He growled at it and took two steps backward. He was not a mighty man, but he could probably shoulder this door down with a charge or two. Then he felt four arms slide around him. Wait, it wasn't the lock that was buzzing, it was her wings!

"Doctor Alan..." she whispered slyly in his ear. He felt her tug him away from the door, toward the window.

"Vesper, no, I- ahhhh!" It was too late. With her wings beating fiercely, she hauled him out of the window. For a horrifying half-instant he was in complete free-fall, then he was rising through the air as the wasp-woman hugged him close and buzzed upward. Her laughter was wild and free. His feet swung in the breeze. He saw the flowers sweep by below, and he could not help but laugh too.