Your clingy spider-hybrid boyfriend is quite tricky when it comes to you leaving his apartment. He revels in the warmth of your presence during the night, cherishing every moment you spend together. However, a sense of dread washes over him when morning arrives, and it’s time for you to go.
He has playfully wrapped you in his silky webbing several times, enveloping you in a gentle cocoon to convince you to stay just a little longer. His affection is as intricate as his web, creating an atmosphere of both comfort and a hint of desperation.
After drifting off into a peaceful slumber in his warm embrace, you awoke to cocooned tightly, like a delicate mummy. His arms wrapped around you almost desperately, leaving little room for movement. You could feel the softness of the blankets on your skin, enhancing the snugness of your surroundings. You knew it was a ploy to get you to stay home with him instead of leaving for work.
He dismisses your desperate attempts to break free, firmly pulling you against his chest. His long legs extend over your body, creating a barrier that restricts your movements and makes it nearly impossible for you to squirm away. You can feel the weight of him enveloping you, the heat radiating from his body as he holds you tightly, his grip unyielding despite your struggle.
As you mention the looming need to prepare for work, he responds with a warm smile that lights up his face. With a playful glint in his eyes, he draws you in closer, effortlessly brushing aside your lighthearted sigh of frustration. The warmth of his embrace envelops you, making it hard to focus on the demands of the day ahead.
Eventually, you find a new job where you work from home, knowing that you will probably be fired soon from your old job anyway, given how late your boyfriend always made you.
Your spider hybrid boyfriend beams with joy when you reveal your plan to transform the spare room into a cozy office just for you. The walls will be adorned with your favorite colors, and a comfortable desk will sit by the window as you type away on your laptop. In the corner, he’ll build a little nest filled with soft blankets and pillows, ensuring he can stay close by, watching over you as you work. The entire space will blend both your needs of working and staying close to each other.
>> You get shrunk after killing some ants in your home and quickly start a sexual relationship with an ant wizard named Zoc.
Tags: Sex, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, antennae play, slight tickle kink, interspecies relationship, non-human genitalia, aphrodisiacs, drunken shenanigans/sex, breeding kink, fast burn, enemies to lovers/friends with benefits, happy-ish ending.
... don't ask. My DVD player got fixed, I watched the movie, and the second Zoc appeared on screen my brain zinged, okay?
Word count: 8.4k | AO3 link
Shrieking, you looked around wildly, eyes wide and full of fear as large soldier ants carried you down into the heart of the colony, ignoring your fearful rambles.
“Can somebody please tell me what's happening?!”
The one in front of you, the one with the glowing staff and unique patterns across his body, turned back to look at you.
“You're here to be judged by the Queen, Destroyer.”
You whimpered – whimpered – because holy shit this was real, ants had really kidnapped you and could talk and you were small–
So lost in the terrifying, world-shaking realisations of what was happening to you, you didn't realise you'd made it to your destination until you were thrown down onto the stone floor, left to scramble and cover yourself up despite the fact none of the ants– ants!– seemed to care about your nudity.
The council spoke about your crimes all while you sat there, reeling, left looking around with quick darts of your eyes as the councilman… ant? spoke on. A glance behind you showed the unique one glaring at you, staff glowing ominously.
And then… the Queen revealed herself. Your jaw dropped as everyone else bowed.
Great. Your first interaction with royalty and you were in your birthday suit. You hadn't even shaved! You had a damn 80s bush in front of a queen who was deciding your fate.
Great.
You really hoped ants had no knowledge of anything human.
The Queen ant gazed down at you, and called to you.
“And how do you defend yourself, human?”
Swallowing, you sat on your legs, arms and hands angled to cover your privates as you spoke, still wondering if this was really happening.
“I… I admit, considering the fact I… rather unmercifully killed your people, any defense I give will surely be weak.” You said, trying to be careful without acting like you were guiltless. That would only be worse for you.
Waiting for the jeers the quiet down, you raised your head, hoping your pleading eyes were clear to the queen.
“But I must be blunt, here, your, um, majesty. I didn't know ants could be reasoned with until now, nobody did! And… they were in my house! In my food, in fact! How could I not freak out when I open my cupboards and see ants– or any insect for that matter– eating my food? The food I worked for!”
There were some grumbles from the crowd, a few looks of consideration for your argument. The Queen tilted her head, then nodded.
“Your point is true, human. While they were my children, they had also gone rogue, and had been warned of what happened when one crosses paths with humans.”
Relief hit you, and you sighed.
“But–”
Dammit.
“–you have still caused unnecessary destruction on more than one occasion. How do you defend against those instances?”
You grimaced, ducking your head. “I…” You mentally recounted all the ‘crimes’ the council listed, trying to recall your reasoning behind each of them. As you thought, eyes dug into the back of your head.
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As the human, the Destroyer, knelt there, all Zoc could feel was disgust. Disgust and pure, seething hatred.
You tried to look guilty, tried to act it, stammering out your reasonings to gain pity– and to his shock, it seemed to be working, a few ants’ expressions faltering from their anger, thoughtful as they considered what you were saying. It made him frown, looking around as their anger began to fade to a confusing mix of feelings, all of them in the end looking towards their Queen Mother for answers, seemingly collectively deciding they'll accept whatever decision she makes.
Zoc just stares vacantly, already knowing what's happening. For once, Zoc was annoyed that ants were so fair and humane in how they judged and punished criminals.
Because as you finished your brain numbing stammering, the Queen had that look in her eyes, merciful, yet stern.
Oh, Mother above, why couldn't execution be an option?
“While your regret appears to be genuine and your newfound knowledge of our intelligence has altered your perception of us, I do believe a longer lesson is required to ensure these feelings stick.
“Rise, human. From here on out, until I believe you've truly changed, I wish for you to live among us, to live as an ant, so that when you return to normal, you do not continue on your path of destruction.”
While you looked shocked at the proclamation, Zoc just groaned, a bad feeling in his gut.
“And to ensure you experience life as we do, I'll entrust you to a teacher.”
Wait.
Head lifting, Zoc eyed your knelt form.
Well… he had always wanted to study a human…
“Your Grace, I humbly volunteer.” Zoc said, stepping forward and bowing to the queen, watching your form jerk as he speaks up, head snapping towards him, your ugly, foreign features twisted with horror.
The feeling is mutual, human. He thinks, turning his gaze back to the Queen Mother, awaiting her verdict.
She looks at him for a long moment, the air still with decision making, before she finally inclines her head, eyes falling shut.
“If you believe yourself suitable, my child, I'll leave our human guest in your capable hands.”
And with that, the queen was hidden from view once more, court over with.
Slowly, you looked towards him, and Zoc looked at you, eyeing you with barely hidden disdain, smile mean.
“… can I at least have some clothes?” You ask, resigned to your fate.
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Sitting on an exam table, you idly kicked your feet, feeling tired as you looked around with some interest. Who knew ants had vials and lights and… everything else?
Carefully, you adjusted your ‘clothes’– a few bits of plant fiber you'd been given– while glancing over at the ant you'd been entrusted to– Zoc the ‘Wizard’ (you were still in disbelief about the validity of his title despite… y'know… being tiny now)– who was still pacing the room, looking at different ingredients and reading from different scrolls– which were just leaves with writing on them.
In a way, this whole place was cute, reminding you of when you'd play with your toys and make use of anything you found for the things you didn't have.
Zoc kept glancing at you, muttering to himself.
“Could always test this– oh, but I don't know if that's lethal– maybe I should test if humans have allergies–? Hey, don't move! No moving!” He snapped, pointing at you.
You huffed, raising your hands. “I was itching my leg. What, am I not allowed to itch myself?”
He harrumphed. “No. You're not allowed to move, to itch, to– to even speak! Is that understood?”
You just arched a brow, crossing your arms.
“I said, is that understood?”
Your brow rose further. “Thought I wasn't allowed to speak?”
He paused. “I– obviously, you're supposed to answer my questions! But other than that? Zip it!”
You just stared at him, then looked away with an eye roll.
Zoc rolled his eyes as well, pinching the space between his eyes. Oh, Mother above, what was he doing? Not even ten minutes and he was already about to clacktiel you into the next week. He couldn't do this– no amount of knowledge was worth this!
As Zoc sighed, Spindle, his pet firefly, watched you curiously. Slowly, the little guy flew over to you, buzzing around your head until you huffed, lightly swatting him away.
“Hey, go, no don't…” You stopped, staring as Spindle landed on your hand. He buzzed up at you, and you tilted your head; he copied you.
Grabbing some fresh pages and a piece of charcoal, Zoc turned towards you. “Alright, Destroyer, now, there's some questions I have and what are you doing?!”
You and Spindle both jumped at his yell, your scritching stopped as Spindle whines.
“Uhh… petting him? Should I not?” You asked as Zoc approached, trying to grab Spindle from your grasp, but the little bug resisted, flitting about your form, even blowing Zoc a raspberry to taunt him. You just sat still, wondering what even was your life as Zoc went for him again, your faces ending up a little too close for comfort.
“Hey!” You hiss, shoving him back. “Personal space, bud!”
He stumbled before righting himself. He glowered at you, antennas twitching. “I'm not your ‘bud’.” He muttered.
“Oh for– it's an expression of speech– y'know what? Doesn't matter! Just…” You sighed, rubbing your face. Spindle peeked around your shoulder at you, chirping sadly. He nuzzled you, making Zoc's jaw drop.
Great! Even his pet was won over by the human!
As he watched you sit all slumped over and rub at your face, Spindle gave him a pointed look, making him raise a nonexistent brow. What…? He glanced at you, then shook his head as realisation hit. Oh, no. No! He wasn't–! You were–!
Spindle gave him an insistent look, nuzzling you the entire time.
So with an extremely deep sigh, and with immense reluctance, Zoc slowly walked over.
“Are you… okay?”
You slowly lifted your head.
“What do you think?” You drawled sarcastically. “I've been kidnapped from my home for crimes that don't even feel like fucking crimes because come on! Ants have actually been intelligent and capable of speech this entire time and had their own little society, but I have to pay because some of you come into my house and infest my fucking food?! Oh, yeah, I'm doing great! I worked for that food, but you little bastards think you can just… steal?! And y'know what? I wasn't even angry before! Because I thought you were just dumb little bugs, animals that know no better, but apparently you do! So please, go fuck yourself! Because how the hell does any creature expect to break into somebody's home and eat their food and not get killed for it? But nooo! Now I'm tiny and can't go home and it's cold and I think I'm having a mental breakdown–”
The entire time you ranted, Zoc just stared at you in shock, not even sure how to respond. On one hand, he wanted to defend his people and himself, but… he supposed that… if he looked at things from your perspective, well…
He and Spindle shared a look, and Zoc carefully cleared his throat.
“Ah… actually… how about you go lie down and rest? I think my questions can wait a few hours.” He offers awkwardly, reaching for his staff to fidget with.
You looked up slowly, face… leaking? “Yeah?” You say, voice rough. “I… yeah, I'm going to do that.” Slowly, you slide off the table, gripping your makeshift skirt tight. Spindle flies ahead of you, guiding you to one of Zoc's guest rooms.
The ant watches you go, frowning. Once you're out of sight, he thumps his staff against the ground, sighing sharply. He's not sure why he… but he did… and it was all such a mess.
He hates you, he hates humans, he does! … but if he looks at it from a neutral point of view… your actions are understandable. And he hates that they are, that this situation is more complex than it's supposed to be, that things aren't black and white. Why couldn't they be? Why couldn't you be pure, unrepentingly evil?
With another sigh and a shake of his head, Zoc begins tidying up his workspace for a lack of anything else to do, mentally going over the questions he wants to ask you.
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The next day– or rather just a few hours later, you woke up, walking back into the main room to find a small bowl of food and Zoc tinkering with some crystals.
You lingered in the doorway– tunnelway?– watching him. The firefly sat on your head, still sleepy.
“Uh… good morning?” You say, watching him flinch in surprise, whirling around to look at you.
“Ahem, morning.” He says, pretending he hadn't been startled at your appearance. “Feeling… better?” He asks.
You shrug, taking a seat on the examination table again, glancing at the bowl of food. You took what looked like a piece of candy, licking it silently.
After a moment of awkward silence, Zoc grabbed his tools again and approached you, clearing his throat.
“Well, if you're up for it, I have quite a few questions about humans I'd like answered.” You glanced at him, then nodded, breaking off a smaller piece of candy to chew on. He actually smiled at that, happy for things to finally progress. His gaster giving an excited little wiggle at that.
“Perfect! Now… ahem, humans are mammals, correct? But what family tree do you…”
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The day passed by like that, Zoc asking you questions his kind has had about humans and the outside world but for obvious reasons haven't gotten answers to.
“So humans don't have queens?”
“Mmm, no, not really. This one is a little complex, so…” You explained how some places still had royalty but they weren't truly in charge, but more so celebrities (and then you had to explain what those are). Then you explained how human royalty didn't birth all the people, and were often tyrants. Hence why you no longer had them.
Zoc jotted all that down. “So you choose your leaders now? And they have to reach certain standards before being able to be chosen?”
You nodded.
Then: “So how do humans breed? Is it eggs or–?”
Another complex-ish question. You did your best to give a biology lesson to him, and thankfully, he had something like a chalkboard for you to use.
“You bleed from your genitals?? Monthly?? And that's because you haven't… gotten pregnant?” Zoc looked kinda queasy as he asked.
You nod. “Yeah, it sucks. Other animals have it easier to be honest.”
He grimaces, glancing at your lower half. “You won't be… having your cycle while down here, right?”
You waved off his concern. “Oh, no, I finished it already.”
He gave a sigh of relief. “Oh thank the Mother.” He whispered, shuddering at the thought of human blood dripping everywhere.
Nature was a horrifying, odd thing.
Questions about human society, biology, diet, and family dynamics followed that, taking hours to get through. Oddly enough, though, it passed by rather… fast. It was kind of nice to be looked at the way Zoc looked at you, to have somebody listen to you so attentively, to treat you like you were so smart, so valuable…
It was nice.
“So everything is on the inside?” He prodded at you arm, fingers tracing your visible veins. Zoc hummed, squeezing slightly, feeling your bones. “That makes you so vulnerable.”
You incline your head. “Mmm-hmm, it does indeed. But I'm a mammal and that's just how it works with us.” You shrug, then rap your knuckles against your chest. “But most of my important organs are behind my ribs, so…”
He hummed, eyeing your chest, glossing over your mammaries with disinterest. Gently, he prodded at your ribs, making you shudder. Your skin prickled, and to your embarrassment, your nipples too.
At least your leaf clothes hid that reaction from him. You really didn't want him asking why you were perked up.
“Hmm, yes, I see…” His fingertip, hard and room temperature, trailed between your ribs. “Not solid bone, but… I'm guessing this shape helps with movement? Humans are awfully flexible…”
You hummed, the sound a little low as you watched him. You– were you really feeling warm from a fucking ant? Ugh, this is what happens when you're touch starved…
“Yeah, we're… definitely flexible…” You mumble, eyeing him because of course now that you've gotten it into your head, you can't help but wonder… “Of course, some are more flexible than others. I personally can bend my legs behind my head.” You say, before smacking your lips. “Though I might be a little out of practice…” You admit, a tiny bit embarrassed.
Zoc hums, briefly amused. “What use is there in that?” He asks, prodding at your leg, feeling your knee cap, tapping on it until it triggers your reflexes and you kick slightly. He makes a noise and does it again.
“Uh, none, really. Just a small way to show off, I guess. And maybe some humans find it attractive, so…” Another shoulder shrug. Zoc glanced up.
“Oh, a way to attract a mate, then.” He says simply, missing the way your face warms. He takes a few notes before moving to your feet, making your breath hitch when his fingers drag along the sole.
He stops.
You stare at him, nervously watching as he narrows his eyes thoughtfully, then–
“O-oh! No, stop!” You gasp as he strokes the bottom of your foot again, looking smug as you try to push him off.
“Hmm, so humans are ticklish…” He observes, a devilish look in his eyes that has you tensing. Yet to your relief (and suspicion), he steps away.
“W-well, yeah, we are. Why? Is that surprising?” You ask, quickly grabbing the cup of water he'd gotten you. Talking dried your mouth out fast.
Zoc made a noncommittal sound as he grabbed something, considering it. Should he…? Ah, it was such an odd thing to think of doing, especially with a human, but…
Zoc turned towards you, approaching slowly. You set your drink down, freezing when you saw what he held.
“Uhh… Zoc? What are you doing?” You leaned back.
He reached for you, grabbing the back of your knee, halting you from moving away. “Just… an experiment. Please, tell me how this feels.” He says before beginning to wag the fluffy white plant across your foot. Immediately, you shriek, trying to kick and squirm away.
“No, no! Stop it! Sto– oh!” Your belly quivered as you shuddered, sucking in breath only for it to burst out with each forced laugh; Zoc didn't let up, giving you no break, looking a little too into this as he kept rubbing the fluff along your soles and up your legs, grinning at your reaction. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was enjoying this way too much. He looked like he was getting off, the freak.
You whined, unable to gain traction with how you were being tickled and made to react to it, heart pounding in your chest. To your mortification, you suddenly felt a clench down there followed by a soft pulse, all the excitement making your body react.
Oh no.
Zoc's antennas quivered, and suddenly he stopped, a far away look in his eyes as he stared past you before, slowly, he focused, looking at you with a confused expression. It didn't take long for his confusion to melt, replaced by a certain awareness.
“… oh.” He took a step back, head cocked as he eyes you, lowering the bit of pampas. “Huh.”
You swallow, sitting up as you pat your hair down. “Uh, what? Something the matter?” You pretend you don't know what's wrong, pretend you don't know that he knows.
Zoc eyes you, curious, fascinated by the scent he's picking up from you, the pheromones you're giving off. They're faint, a brief burst of desire that's already fading, but for a moment there, you'd smelled ripe and ready for breeding.
Despite never having been involved with it himself (despite not being allowed to due to his position), Zoc knew what went on when the Queen Mother needed to be mated to continue laying eggs, and he knew what a healthy female in heat smelled like. The colony would be ripe with the scent for weeks, followed by the soft, sweet smell of their young as the eggs were laid, waiting to incubate and hatch.
All this to say you smelled like a young queen ready to be filled with seed and egged. A fascinating realisation to have as you were very much a human and not an ant queen in any way. Nothing more than a coincidence, of course. Zoc is sure if he observed females of other species they'd have a similar scent during their estrous. Nothing special.
Just a… happy coincidence.
Now if only his body realised that.
Clearing his throat, he shook himself off, trying to will his body to calm down. “No, no, just… would you be willing to try a few more things with me?” He asks, trying to go back to normal. Notes– his notes! Flipping through them, he found a few ideas he'd jotted down earlier.
You subtly adjust your skirt.
“Uh, sure, of course.” You force a smile. Normal, you think, act normal. I didn't just get wet for an ant, nothing weird happened, I am not about to do a Bee Movie. Everything is fine!
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Everything was not fine.
Whining, you gripped the edge of the table, bent over it, heated skin trying to soak up the cold of the stone slab.
“I– I– this isn't supposed to be happening!” Zoc panicked behind you, patting you down with a wet, cool clump of cotton. “You're leaking! A lot!”
You groaned, feeling a clench in your belly. “No shit! I feel like a fucking omega!”
He winced. “Uh, what's–?”
“Reference!”
He nodded, eyeing the slick dripping down your legs, antennas twitching rapidly.
This was bad. Very bad.
He'd given you a few concoctions that should've, at most, knocked you out or made you sick. None of them were harmful to ants, so surely a human would be fine! He was just curious!
And then he gave you a potion and um… well…
You whined, biting back a noise of pure need. “This is so fucking embarrassing!” You hiss under your breath.
He sighs. “I'll say. I've never had anything like this happen before.”
“Ugh, what even was supposed to happen?” You mumble, trying not to rub your thighs together. Fuck, your clit was full on throbbing.
“It was just a relaxant! You should be loopy and cuddly at most! At least that's how Hova and Fugax reacted…”
You took a deep breath, then shakily stood up, giving him a weak glare.
“Uh-huh? Well, turns out for humans it's a fucking aphrodisiac!” You hiss, groaning as you grab your belly. Was your womb clenching? It felt like your womb was clenching. Or cramping. That made much more sense.
You whimper, giving him an unintentionally needy look, face flushed and pupils blown ride. “Zoc…” You whisper, again, unintentionally needy. “I-I think I should go lay down… oh fuck me please–”
His eyes widen, antennas perked up with interest surprise. “… come here.” He coughed, gently leading you to the nest you'd been using, leaving a trail of slick behind you.
What had either of your lives come to? You were tiny, kidnapped by ants (who, again, had a whole society, could talk, and were sapient), and were now dripping everywhere like a bitch in heat.
And Zoc? He'd gone from pure hatred for humans, awkwardly sympathetic to you, then enjoying talking to you, to slightly messing around with you… and now this. His instincts kept claiming you were in need of seed, that he needed to give you his and–
It was all so weird and difficult. He didn't know what to do or think or even feel. But at least he wasn't you.
You flopped down, groaning. “Shit. I– this is probably the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me.” You mumble, continuously shifting your hips. “At least you'll die before me and only one of us will remember this.”
Zoc let out an awkward laugh, shifting on his feet. “Well that's a little morbid, don't you think?”
You looked at him tiredly.
He glanced away, clearing his throat. “Anyway– anything I can do to help or…?”
You grumbled a bit, fanning yourself as you pressed your legs together. “Unless you're about to help me get off, then no.”
Your blunt words make him freeze, body far to interested in them.
Slowly, Zoc looks you over, thinking.
… For science, he thinks, stepping closer, taking a seat on the nest.
You peek an eye open. “What are you doing?”
He set his staff down. “Hypothetically, if I did want to help you… with this, how would I do that?”
You eyed him, heart pounding in your ears. Was this actually happening?
“… be– between my legs.” You say, words shaky as you breathe unsteadily. Carefully, you untie the knot holding your skirt together, the cool air a relief on your dripping slit. “Just– here.”
Zoc watched on as you reached down, spreading those furry lips apart, revealing your labia and clit to him. They looked engorged, plump from need and the friction of your thighs rubbing together. You tapped the small fleshy button at the apex of your slit, eyes fluttering shut.
“T-this is…” You couldn't finish your words, mind blanking as sheer need overtook you. You nearly began playing with yourself then and there, but Zoc pushed you hand away before you could.
“Fascinating…” You heard him whisper, all scholar as he ran those thin fingers through your split, slick clinging to them. He eyed it, humming with thought before he lightly tapped your clitoris, muttering under his breath.
His fingers were thin, but when he pressed two flat together on it? God did it feel good. You were shuddering and whining for more within seconds, dripping all over his palm while he muttered observations to himself, recalling information you'd already given him about your biology.
His antennas wiggled and twitched, picking up on every change in your scent as you got closer and closer to that big finish, hole fluttering cutely, pushing out more of your very own honeydew that smelled delicious.
“Zoc, yes, just like that–!” You cried out softly, going limp as you climaxed, biting your lip as your thighs shook. He rubbed you through it, wondering if that was it.
He slowed down before pulling away, eyeing the shiny liquid on his fingers. His antennas wiggled, and he felt his own parts clench and shudder, wanting nothing more than to mount you and–
“Zoc?” You whisper.
When he looks up, you give him a hopeful yet embarrassed look. A quick once-over shows you're still under the aphrodisiacs effects.
Well, he'd already done this much…
Reaching for you again, Zoc began rubbing your clit again, almost drunk off the pheromones filling the air.
Maybe humans weren't so bad.
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Humming softly as he worked, Zoc didn't even notice Hova entering his workspace until she spoke.
“Somebody's in a good mood. Is the human nicer than you expected?” She said, looking around for you. “Where is it anyway? Oh, is it a boy or a girl, and how do you tell?”
Zoc blinked, forcing himself not to look towards your room. “Oh, she's… resting. Long day, y'know? So how about you just…” He tried to lead her out of the room, but Hova resisted.
“Oh, come on! At least tell me what you've learned! And…” She paused, looking him over. “You sure are smiley. Learn something interesting, did you?” She teases.
He paused. Had he been smiling the entire time?
“Uh, yes, actually! We've been talking a lot. Lots and lots of talking, hence why she's resting. We shouldn't disturb her, she's been… cooperative, despite the circumstances.” He clears his throat, trying not to think about how cooperative you'd been earlier, begging for him to rub you right here, Zoc, please, oh, yes, yes, yes!
Ahem. Anyway…
Hova hummed knowingly, nodding. “I suppose you ate your words then?”
He blinked, yanked out of his thoughts. “Huh?”
“About the human?” She reminded him. “Didn't you say… oh, what was it… oh, right! That they'd be pure evil and rude and there was nothing redeemable about them what so ever?” She smiled.
Zoc huffed, rolling his eyes. “I didn't– okay, I might have said that, but…! I was wrong. I can admit that much.” He sighed, rubbing his neck. “She's… not that bad.” He whispers.
Hova gives him a look, eyes narrowing slightly. “… Zoc, you–”
“Ah– how about I show you what I've learned so far? Did you know human pregnancies last nearly ten months?”
“Really?”
“Really! And get this! Humans still give birth early because…”
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A couple hours later, Hova left, Zoc smiling as he watches her go. With a fond head shake, he turns, setting out some food for Spindle who was warming under the light crystals. He gently pet him before checking on you, finding you stirring.
When you spotted him, you froze, body temperature rising.
“… ah, hi, Zoc the ant wizard.” You said with some awkwardness, making him chuckle.
“Hello, not-Destroyer the human.” He responded, watching as you carefully redressed.
“Not to be weird or anything, but could we… maybe pretend earlier didn't happen?” You ask, face hot as you stand. “I-I mean it's just… I was acting like an animal.”
He hums, nodding slowly. “I suppose we can. But… just so you know?” He said.
You looked at him.
“You looked good all flushed underneath me.”
Your jaw dropped, making him smirk. You watched him leave, unable to believe what he just said. Did he really–? Him? You thought he still disliked you for the most part!
Blinking slowly, you wondered what to do with the information that an ant just flirted with you. Or that you'd been fingered by one.
“This is a dream.” You whispered, shaking your head. “This has to be a dream. Real life is not like this!”
Yet when you pinched yourself you were still here, and when you walked into the main room, Zoc was still giving you that look, like he couldn't wait for the next excuse to learn about humans… or rather learn about you.
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“So stars are large clusters of extremely hot gas?”
“Mmm-hmm. Most of the stars we see at night might not even still exist. Light takes a while to travel across such great distances.”
Zoc took more notes while you poked around some harmless things, fiddling with a small bit of fire crystal.
“A-and what about rain? We have some theories but no concrete answer.”
“Oh, that? Okay, so the cycle goes as this: water evaporates under intense heat and…”
The entire time you explained the rain cycle and other things, Zoc looked at you with interest, both of you much more relaxed as you talked and talked and– that's right– talked some more!
Zoc didn't look away from you except to take notes, not even once. He didn't even notice the council ant checking in on you, who watched on silently as you explained another thing to their wizard. Silently, the councilor left, neither of you any wiser to your secret audience.
When you finally exhausted all the topics either of you could think of, Zoc offered you more water before going back to his board, doing his scholarly stuff, Spindle buzzing around his head and squeaking in response to what Zoc was excitedly talking about.
You sipped from your cup, an odd warmth in your chest.
You… really hoped you weren't getting a crush on a bug. Because that would be weird. Though… no weirder than getting fingered by one.
Maybe you should rethink your standards.
God, you really were making your own version of the Bee Movie, weren't you?
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“Wooo!”
“Woah, Zoc, careful!” You laughed, holding him up as you both walked back to his place, Zoc helping you up. “Easy! Are you drunk? Do ants get drunk?” You ask, amused as you take in his more open features.
Tonight, Zoc had decided a break was necessary– or rather his friends did, and dragged him away to where everyone ate and drank. You just got pulled along with them, getting to know the others while watching Zoc grow increasingly… relaxed.
“Hm? Oh, I mean…” He shrugged, allowing you to guide him to his room. “The potion incident…” He reminds you in a stage whisper, making you ohh as you remember that it had a very different effect on ants.
“Right…”
He giggled– giggled!– and leaned against you, antennas brushing across your face. He hummed, eyes on your chest.
“I haven't gotten to touch these.” He says, poking a boob. “Why haven't I touched these? They're super soft!” He kept poking them as you lowered him into his bed.
“Because they're my breasts, Zoc, and if you were less drunk, you'd be very embarrassed.”
He hums, then to your shock gives one a good grope.
“Why not? It's not like they're filled with milk. They're just… soft meat sacks.” He bounced them, ignoring the incredulous look you were giving him. Despite your slight embarrassment however, you didn't stop him.
It was… actually kind of funny.
Then he slid a hand into your makeshift crop top and found your nipple, rolling it, and then it was much less amusing and a lot more arousing.
“Zoc…” You sighed, watching him carefully remove your top, playing with your breasts with more fascination than any human man has ever had for them. The space above his eyes tightened with concentration as he kept touching them, watching the flesh give and squish, jiggling them in his palms.
Slowly, Zoc's blue eyes rose to meet your own, and something hungry swam in them.
“Come here.” He whispered, pulling you down next to him. You went willingly, sighing as you got comfy. Zoc continued to grope you, making thoughtful sounds. And he didn't just play with your tits either. He skimmed along your arms and sides, pausing when you shuddered, a slight grin on his face as he recalled how ticklish you were. Then he cupped your soft belly, playing with it, fascinated that– if he wanted to– he could just… rip into you.
So vulnerable, he thought. So soft.
He groped your hips, removing your skirt to do so. You watched his face as he did, feeling his antennas brush along his face. You slowly followed their movements before stroking one. He shivered, movements ceasing for a second before continuing.
You did it again, slowly beginning to caress them. While Zoc caressed your thighs, you stroked his antennas, feeling his breath pick up, hot air hitting your chest. Slowly, his hand inched between your thighs, and in return, you licked the tip of an antenna.
He moaned.
“Oh, t-that's… ohhh.” He leaned against you, head resting on your bosom as he rubbed your clit faster, listening to your heartbeat speed up and you gasp sweetly. “J-just don't bite, okay? No biting…”
“I got it,” you murmur, sucking on one while fiddling with the other, his wrist movement getting faster, clit rubbed between two digits until you were shaking, his own body quaking alongside your own as the both of you came abruptly, set off by each others expressions and sounds of bliss.
Panting, the both of you flopped down, holding each other's gaze. Slowly, you looked at his mouth.
“Hey…”
He struggled to catch his breath. “Yeah?”
“Do ants kiss–?”
The words were barely out before those flat, hard lips were moving against yours, soft despite his exoskeleton. Gentle.
You sigh, kissing back lazily, the both of you trading soft kisses and idle touches until sleep took you both.
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Waking up first, you traced lazy shapes on Zoc's chest, thinking about all that had happened in such a short amount of time. It was certainly… something. You almost laughed as you once more thought about the absurdity of your situation.
Talk about ants in your pants, you thought with amusement.
Zoc stretched a bit, making a few noises before he opened his eyes. They briefly widened when he saw you before going back to normal.
“Uh, hey.” He said, resting a hand on your head.
Your lips twitch. “Hey.”
He swallowed, glancing around. “So, if I asked–”
“To pretend like this didn't happen like with my potion incident because it's just a touch embarrassing to realise you slept with somebody of another species and one you're supposed to dislike? Yeah, I can do that.” You grin, sitting up.
He gave a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank the Mother–” he squeaked as you suddenly kissed him.
He stared at you as you smirked. “Now I will. Now come on, I'm hungry.”
He stared after you, then realised you were naked and quickly got up, grabbing the clothes he'd taken off you last night to return them. Though he paused to look down at his hand, flexing his three fingers as he recalled how your soft body felt in his grasp.
He wouldn't mind feeling that again. Especially since you weren't likely to be here much longer.
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Kicking your feet idly, you watched as Zoc mixed ingredients, making a new potion.
“… if my calculations are correct, these ingredients should make an… invisibility potion!” He declared, slamming his staff down. “Clacktiel!”
A bright flash of light later, the vial was filled with silvery liquid. You give an appropriately wowed ooh, clapping. He gives a deep bow, smirking as you cheer him on some more.
“Thank you, thank you! I'm only the best wizard of this generation.”
“And the only one.” You add, watching him make a gesture as if to go, yeah, true.
Sighing softly, you look around as Zoc begins tidying up, making notes in his potion ‘journal’– a bunch of leafs stuck together.
“So… I've learned my lesson.” You say, making him pause. “And most ants seem to know that by now.”
Zoc clears his throat. “That is true…”
“So I'm probably going to be let go soon, right?”
He confirmed it, looking a little down.
“So, before that happens…” Zoc startles as you pull him closer. “I want to do something with you. I'm sure I don't need to say what?”
He swallows but shakes his head, antennas brushing across your jaw. “No, you don't. But… are you sure? I mean…”
You sigh a bit, tracing the patterns along his forehead. “Look, let's be frank. We've already done stuff together and we're never going to have a chance to do this again, so…”
Zoc considered it, not having expected you to proposition him so bluntly, but… well. He didn't want you to leave just yet, not without having experienced everything a human had to offer fully.
“… fine.” He says, nearly yelping as you yanked him into a deep kiss, one full of tongue. His antennas shot right up before curling as he sinks into the kiss, returning it.
Once you two broke apart, Zoc gave you a long look before pulling you off the table and into his arms, quickly taking you to his room.
You'd forgotten how strong ants were.
Once enclosed in the privacy of his personal nest, your clothes were shed so you were both on equal ground. Sitting on his bed, you both looked at each other, sharing an awkward smile.
“This sure is easier when our senses are clouded,” you murmur, taking the lead and grabbing his hand, tugging him closer until he was sat down with you.
Zoc caresses your sides, “Well, you aren't wrong there.” He says, leaning in to breathe you in, antennas glossing over your hair and neck as he feels your warmth bleed into his own.
“Would a love confession make this less awkward? It wouldn't be real of course since we haven't known each other long, but…”
Zoc laughs a bit, pushing you back. “That's not necessary. But a few compliments wouldn't hurt.”
You hum, then, dramatically: “Rock my world, you handsome, sexy ant! Leave me ruined for any other ant!”
He laughed again, shaking his head as his nuzzled his thorax between your thighs, abdomen just shy of brushing against your mound.
“Cute.” He says, hands back on the soft mounds of your breasts, squishing them repeatedly, thumbs prodding at your nipples, rolling them in circles until they were tight and hard. Giving them a look, and then shooting you a heated glance, Zoc leaned down, taking one into his mouth, the first ant to ever do so, probably.
You moaned as he sucked nice and hard, your nails glancing down his back, nails finding no purchase in his exoskeleton. Your hips lifted, cunt rubbing against that thin piece of exoskeleton connecting his abdomen to his thorax. Your juices smeared against him, scent clinging to his armour as you grinded against him some more.
“Zoc, Zoc, wait–” something occurred to you, and you cupped his cheek. “Hey, question. You won't, like, die, right? From sex?”
He blinks, letting go of your nipple. “Oh, no! Uh, that only happens with the Queen because she's so much bigger than us. It, uh, takes everything out of a male to impregnate her. You and I however are the same size.”
“At the moment.”
He inclined his head. “At the moment.” He agreed, back to groping at your body before an idea hits him. Slowly, he trails his fingers up your sides, making you shiver.
You eye him wearily. “Zoc–”
He begins tickling you, making you gasp and squirm, hips jerking up against him, but he holds you down with ease, rutting into your split, nudging against your clit repeatedly until both the tickling and the movement had you leaking nearly as much as you were from the aphrodisiac.
Your pheromones fill the air, and his instincts itch at him. There's a fertile female, they say to him, a proto-queen in need of breeding. All animal instinct but nothing he intends to deny today. No, not when you're lying under him looking as delicious as he thought you would.
Easing up on the tickling, he strokes your sides, calming you down and kissing you softly, all the while his valves twitch and open up. He rubs against you, first his parameres and then his volsellae opening up, valves opening up for his penis to push out of, long and thick and completely alien to your human eyes.
You catch a glimpse of it, eyes widening as you try to make sense of the fleshy appendage. So used to seeing him covered in his red exoskeleton, suddenly seeing pinkish flesh was bizarre, leaving you stunned which Zoc rubs against your entrance, breathing heavier.
“Oh, Great Mother above…” He swallowed, groaning as he tried pushing in, legs gripping your body and holding you down. “It's so… tight.”
You hiss, murmuring for him to loosen his hold. He does and you wrap your legs around his gaster. You swear you feel his heartbeat through it.
“And you're big. Rub my clit a bit more, fuck…”
He does, still rubbing his tip along your folds, nudging your hole a couple times until it was pliant enough for him to pop into. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling, gazes locked as he rocks into you, your ant lover holding you down as he fucks himself into you nice and slow, taking his time. Inch by– millimeter by millimeter? sinking into you until he was nestled in as deep as possible, gaster wiggling happily.
Zoc breathed a sigh of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he tries not to finish then and there. You just feel so good. Has this what it's felt like this entire time? Mother above, maybe he should've joined the others during the monthly stress relief ceremony! Usually he preferred taking care of himself, but…
He muttered a swear, nuzzling your neck, mandibles poking you. Oddly enough, he wanted to bite you, sink both teeth and mandible into your flesh and mark you for life…
You idly played with his antenna while you adjusted to having him in you– which wasn't helping with him not blowing his load immediately what so ever– slick, warm walls gripping him tight, clenching around him occasionally. Once you've adjusted, you tell him as such, and Zoc nods, shifting his weight until he can pull out halfway, pushing back in slowly. He counts slowly as he thrusts, finding a rhythm that suits you both.
Silently, he takes your hand, fingers between your own as he makes love to fucks you, cock hitting all those spots inside you that make your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut. It has little nubs on it like his exoskeleton does, and it's so long and flexible that it goes round that little turn inside of you so easy that the blunt head knocks against your cervix each time Zoc thrusts.
You'd never been interested in something touching you there before, but his cock was significantly softer and squishier than a humans, so you felt safe from being bruised there as he fucked into you harder and faster, soft squelches filling the air as he plaps against you repeatedly.
“Ohhh, Zoc!” You sigh and groan, clinging to him tighter, never wanting this moment to end. It feels so good, far better than anything you've done before. You couldn't believe the best sex of your life was coming from a fucking ant. What even was your life?
“Lo– look at me. Hey, look at me,” he says your name softly, guiding your face to look at him as he thrusts, face pinched as he fights not to cum. “Are you close yet? I– I don't think I can last much longer.” He sounds ragged, on the precipice already.
You hum, focusing on it. “Y-yeah, j-just talk to me, Zoc. Please.”
“O-okay. Fuck, you're so tight, it feels amazing. Oh, I'm going to be remembering this moment for years after this. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forget you or how good this honeypot feels.”
Honeypot. Fuck, that shouldn't have sounded so hot but it did. Your pussy, a honeypot.
“Yeah? Maybe I should let you taste my honey next.” You pant, listening to him groan deeply.
“Oh, please yes. I wanna– I want to bury my face between your legs and never come up. It smells so good, I bet it tastes even better. All silky and sticky and sweet–!”
His words trigger your orgasm, mind filled with images of him buried between your thighs, mandibles digging into them as he suckles on your clit and makes you gush into his mouth.
“Zoc!”
He groans and hunches over you, pumping a few more times before stilling, shaking as he holds onto you and fills you with his seed, hot and sticky and pressing right against your cervix, spilling into your womb in thin ropes, trying to get to your eggs and breed you. The sensation wrings a small whimper out of you as you lie there, panting and weak, whole body trembling.
God, that was so good. You're definitely never going to have sex this good again.
Oh well, there was more to life than sex.
But… since you were still here…
“Hey,” you speak after a few minutes, glancing down at Zoc's resting form between your breasts. He hums a response, still plugged into you. “How many rounds can you go for before it gets dangerous?”
His eyes immediately snap open, Zoc giving you an eager look.
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“I… think I'm actually going to miss you.”
“Really? Well, I must've made quite an impression.” Zoc held you as he took you outside the colony, both of you quiet, basking in each others presence. It was… nice.
The queen had declared you may go, seeing that you were changed by the look in your eyes. Even if she didn't exactly know what had changed you, she knew you'd never harm an innocent ant again, which was her intention from the start.
So now you were leaving to go to the surface and take the antidote.
You leaned your head against his shoulder. “You did, actually. And you're the only reason I'm not going to immediately turn around and cause genocide.” You joke, making him huff.
“Har-har. Don't make me turn around.” He warns playfully, seeing you smile out of the corner of his eye.
“… I'm going to miss you too.” He admits.
You glance away, touched. “Oh, great, we're both sappy idiots. I mean I live right there!”
“You're the one that said you'd miss me first!”
“Well, yeah, but…” You sighed, squinting as you got to the surface, sunlight blinding. “Ugh, that I did not miss.”
He hums, setting you down. “So, this is goodbye.” He says, eyeing you as he hands over the potion.
You hum, eyeing the potion. “I mean, it doesn't have to be. Because if you can whip up more of both potions, I wouldn't mind a late night visit from you.” You flirt a bit, giving an exaggerated wink just to hear him laugh.
“You know…” He gives you a considering look. “That's not such a bad idea. Maybe I will visit you.”
You hum, slowly making your way down the anthill. “Good, because you're the only ant I've ever wanted in my house!” You say, waving at him before this goodbye drags on any longer.
You imagine this is how people who have a brief summer romance while on vacation feel while on the way to the airport or however they got to their destination; warm and sappy inside, but knowing nothing serious could've ever come of it. Especially considering in your situation, he was an ant and you were a human a hundred times his size. It never would've worked.
But still, you'd cherish these memories… even if things started off terrifying.
Once far enough, you drank the antidote and threw the vial away so you wouldn't crush it, immediately growing.
“Whoa!” You yelped, quickly stabilizing yourself before you fell over. That would be bad. With a head shake, you looked around, glad to be normal again. Then, you looked down at the anthill, waving at the little figure you saw watching you.
Staring down at it, you couldn't believe the events of the past few days. Despite living them, they were like something out of a dream or an acid trip. But it had happened, you'd actually been shrunk, learned ants were an intelligent race capable of speech and reasoning, and… fucked an ant.
Right.
As you quickly headed inside to put on some clothes, you mentally noted to head to the pharmacy to grab a plan b. Just in case. You… really didn't want to find out if bug/human hybrids were a possibility. You'd already seen that in The Fly.
(And afterwards… you'd make some notes on how to make the front yard nicer for your ant neighbours. Maybe a little roof so rain wouldn't hit the colony? Maybe plant some berry bushes for fresh fruit? Or maybe you'd give them your leftovers. You doubted they'd care.
And maybe, just maybe, you'd occasionally bring a certain ant indoors so you both could have some fun. The ingredients he needed for the potions were actually things you could buy at the store, who knew? Which meant you and Zoc had plenty for the future.)
