• You can no longer think clearly, not that it matters, you won't rest until you produce enough eggs...

(3/3)

If they do it too much youll get cumbrained and you'll have to call sexorcist.

Short for cockpit girl?

I should be forced into a cage, not forced to do work. :(

Hypnomaxxing

...Gamer hypnosis...

Your gaze filled with purple.
Your heart filled with purple.
Your mind filled with purple.
The world melted around you.
All that mattered was you and the Queen.
All that mattered was the Queen.
All that mattered was your Queen.

Your legs trembled. You saw sparks.

"Breathe..." The voice again. Inviting you to partake in the hive's drug of choice. But.. this time a pair of lips met your face. A kiss. A kiss in all of the ways that mattered, especially considering she's roughly dozens of times larger than you.

Your lungs filled with purple.

And beneath the Queen was... something else. A second queen? A bloated broodsack who didn't move or talk or react. She was laid out, drooling purple all over the ground, still producing new soldiers for the hive.

But that's really just a distraction... You're in terrible peril right now.

She was sharper. Deadlier. Her abdomen wasn't swollen and producing eggs. Instead, it bore a sharp stinger that a pair of ants busied themselves decorating with ribbons and rubbing with pleasant smelling oils.

The Queen was winged like one would expect.. But this was no ant. This was a wasp.

The Queen towered over the ants as they lined up to give her things. Food, shiny objects, valuable metals, gems.

She was different, alien to the rest of the hive. Her chitinous armor was black and glossy, iridescent in the bioluminescent light of the hive, rather than the rusty red of the others.

Those ants were...generals, advisors, key officials who kept things moving. And more than any, these ants worked with a fervor, an eagerness that was absent outside of the hive.

But when you saw the queen, it all made sense.

The ants were insectoid, of course. And so was the queen. But different.

The enemies were like ants. This place was dug deep into the ground and it was only growing as they made more and more room for expansion.

And the deeper you got into the hive, the more you saw that purple. You could see it staining the eyes of the important ants who surrounded the queen.

The faintest smell of it alone made that purple glow creep up upon the edges of your vision.

That purple. That purple was everywhere. It was everything here.

You were scent to spy. To sabotage the enemy's base... But this was more like a hive.

A cloud of pheromones. Brilliant and glowing that bright purple that was becoming all too familiar here.

Thick and warm. The scent of it tickles your nose. It was sweet and strange. Even if you tried to keep it out, you couldn't hold it at bay for long...