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During the darkness of the night, the lone figure scrambles out from an underground recess, his carapace glistening in the moonlight and his antennae twitching. He lumbers through the streets of the city, the chirping of crickets and cicadas serenading one another as a racket and a testament to the debauchery of the town.

As he passes a couple of crickets rutting in a corner, he looms over them, folding two arms over his chest and resting two others upon his waist.

"And they call me filthy," he grumbles. The broad-shouldered roach growls before he stomps forward, barking at the two young fornicators.

Quick as they can, they spring away, no doubt to take their actions elsewhere.

"Good," he grumbles. "Just as long as it's not anywhere near me."

"And is there something so wrong with seeing two lovers enjoying each other's company?" comes a voice that trails its words longer than they are welcome.

The roach turns around, snorting, and sees the iridescent figure standing before him. Much smaller than he, she holds her slimy breasts close to her with bright blue hands. Her others are free, having a glass between her fingers while the other rests gently upon her hip.

"I haven't seen you around here before," the roach says.

"And, of course, you haven't," she responds. "I tend to keep to myself, except when I require a little muscle."

The roach shakes his head and walks past her. "I'm sorry, miss, but I cannot work for you. I have my own duty to perform."

She chuckles, bringing the glass to her mouth drinking. "Oh, well, I do love a man with dedication and devotion, even if it is misplaced."

He stops, turning his head ever-so-slightly. "There is nothing misplaced about my duty. It is my own."

Adorned over her shoulder like a regal cape, her wings spread wide, and she lifted off. "Oh, and that's where you're wrong! It would do so much better working for me!"

She drops her glass all at once, letting it shatter to the floor, and he spins around, holding his arm up in defense.

A blue hand, once holding the sticky substance at her chest, now pushes forward, pointed needle-tipped finger extended and just a plate's breadth from the roach's face. However, his arm blocks her chest, the blobby thing sinking against his plated forearm.

He throws his arm forward, sending her flying backward, but the wasp takes to the air, flying around in the darkness of the light. Only the faint shimmers of her shell can be seen as she zips around.

He stands his ground, gritting his teeth, spinning around to catch up with her, but she launches down at him, the force of her crash sending him back onto the ground. With two hands, she pins him down, and with two more, she jabs into his throat. The red venom tipping her fingers pumps into the roach's body, filling him with a white-hot burning sensation.

He twitches, gasping, his breath quick and steady, but it isn't his own. At least it isn't being made of his own volition.

She sits up, chuckling softly, stroking her venom-tipped finger down along his broad chest. "Now, then, isn't that better?" she asks. "You're nice and relaxed, aren't you?"

All he can let out is a surprised gasp as his body lays there, unresponsive.

"A very good boy you are," she says, standing over him, her eyes shining in her devilish glee.

"Yes, you'll do very nicely, won't you, dear?"

He tries to lift his arm, but he cannot.

"Very nicely, indeed." She slips back down, pressing her mouth to his, her body lying upon his own.

"And you were so silly, thinking that what those crickets were doing was unnatural." She coos, stroking her arms down his sides.

Despite his paralysis, he can feel every motion of her body. It's almost as if everything was heightened. Two hands move down his body while two more make their way up to his head.

She rests her palms right by the sides of his head, pointing those tipped fingers right into his helmet. Her eyes stare multifaceted images into his own, and she slowly exhales, pushing forward, cracking through a weakness in his armor into the goopy insides.

"A... aaah!?"

"Don't you worry?" She sighs. "I've done this many times before, as have my mother... and her mother... and her mother." Don't you worry, you'll be fine. Better than fine.

His eyes roll back, and the initial fear and desperation sink in as happiness and elation fill him with a warmth he's never had before.

"N... nooo..." he groans.

"Hm...? Oh my, don't you have a strong will?" She asks. "Don't worry. I'll find that part of your brain soon enough."

His arm lifts up, and he grabs her by the wrist, gritting her teeth, locking eyes with her. "I... I won't... let you..."

"Let me what? Give you purpose? Direct your anger and disdain to something better?"

"Better...?"

She pushes her finger deeper against his skull. "Oh, but of course, my dear," she coos. "It'll be better if you just lay back and let me do my thing. Just enjoy the feeling. You'll feel so wonderful."

"I'll feel... wonderful," he says, sighing, closing his eyes.

"That's right... and you'll be mine."

"Yours..."

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The cockroach leaps up with a start from his bed, gasping, clasping his head.

He pokes and rubs, but everything is where it needs to be.

Sighing, he shakes his head. "Just a nightmare," he says, clutching his sheets. "What a relief."

But as he regains his awareness, something makes him pause. He looks down, feeling the oddity in his sheets, and he throws them off of himself.

It is then that he discovers that he has a large and raging erection.

"What... in all that's decent..." he whimpers.

Outside, upon the rooftop of an adjacent building, the wasp sits, kicking her legs as she watches through his window. "And now," she coos, "the fun begins."