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The female cricket backs up, scooting away from the wasp, shuddering, half-paralyzed by fear and half by the toxins flowing through her body.

"W... why are you doing this?" the cricket gasps, supporting herself on her shaking arms. "What do you want with my mate and I and... and those others?" she asks this, as groans rise up from the roaches and beetles, fornicating against nature and fucking each other for their own pleasure, or perhaps, it was for someone else's?

"Well, I suppose I owe you a little bit," the wasp says, striding over toward the male cricket, whose gaze is blurred and hazy and who now has red drool dripping from his mouth. She stands next to him, placing her hand on the cheek furthest from her and pressing his head against her thigh. "Everyone in this little town will help me with something."

"A... and why would we do that?" the female says"

"Because," the wasp says, tapping a finger upon the male," You'll want to.

With that inaudible command, the male scoots around, facing her, placing his hands upon the wasp's thighs. He opens his mouth wide, dripping with the red spit.

She strokes over his antennae and tilts her head back, exhaling delightfully as a change occurs between her legs. Emerging from the plates of her body is the long stringer, the phallic thing dripping with the same dangerous liquid. Its head rests right in front of his face. Without hesitation, the male cricket sinks his face against her hips, swallowing up that stinger, his antennae pointing upward. He sits up on his knees, crossing his legs, and as he sucks her off, he serenades her with his loud chirps.

"A... ah... such a lovely song, don't you think so?" the wasp says, smirking at the female cricket. "Where have I heard such lovely music before?"

The female whimpers, covering her face. "H... he called me... with that song!"

"Oh my, is that right?" the wasp says, a hand on her hip, another on the back of the cricket's head. She raises a third and snaps.

Over with the other fucking bugs, the giant beetle and cockroach stop their manly rutting immediately. Mechanically, they pull away from each other, their manhoods throbbing and wanting desperately to release, but they cannot. They will not. They lumber over behind the female cricket, each grabbing two arms.

The large males pry her hands from her face, grasping at her wrists, holding her up, and dangling her so she barely touches the ground with her knees.

"What's a show if you're not going to be able to watch?" the wasp asks, huffing as she stands tall, gripping the back of the male's head.

He bobs his head along her, continuing his song, loudly slurping and moaning as the crimson drool drips down onto his chest and the ground at her feet.

"P-please..." the female groans, shaking her head, shuddering.

"Hm? What... nfff... is it?" The wasp asks. She rocks her hips forward, placing a second hand on the back of the male's head. Now she thrusts into him, leaning forward but keeping her gaze turned toward the female. With each thrust forward, she grunts, which solicits a higher-pitched chirp from her partner.

The female's gaze turned away, but the two large males grabbed her and jerked her head so she could stare forward, capturing every moment as her mate hungrily gulped on the wasp's stinger.

"Take me instead!" The cricket finally calls out!

The wasp stops her thrusting. At the same time, the beetle and the roach drop the cricket, letting her fall to the floor on her hands and knees, her head hanging low.

The wasp pulls the cricket off her feminine pseudo-dick, holding him back as he pants and moans heavily, drooling and slurping for her.

"It's not a good look for you to be so desperate. Just wait while I take care of my newest," she says, tossing him away. He falls down to the ground, limply lying there, staring in the direction of his mate.

The wasp steps over to the female cricket, looming over her with a sinister sneer on her face. "Was it so hard to accept what you want deep down?"

"I don't..." the cricket responds, hissing as she can't, no, won't finish the words. "It's the venom!"

"I'll let you in on a little secret," the wasp says, sitting before the cricket, her legs slightly spread. "My venom isn't some sort of mind control poison."

"I... it's not?"

She shakes her head. "Nope. It simply removes inhibition. What? Do you think it's magic that I use to control your mind? No, no, I'm no enchantress. I simply give your mind what it needs to relax."

"That... no, that doesn't make sense. I never would want to see him, and I never..."

"Never...?" She asks, squatting there, hands on her knees, her stinger throbbing, twitching.

"I never..." the cricket gasps, pushing herself up, sitting up, then standing up.

"I'm not telling you what to do now... so what will you never do?"

"I'd never..." the cricket says, touching the wasp's shoulder.

"Mmm?"

"Do this..." the cricket responds, slipping onto her, straddling legs around her legs.

The wasp holds onto the cricket's rear, holding her up and slipping her closer.

"Do what...?"

"Be your surrogate."

"You said it, not me," the wasp responds.

The cricket presses herself chest-to-chest with the wasp and leans in, locking her mouth with the wasp, stroking the wasp's back, holding her tight.

All the while, the cricket lifts herself up, the wasp gently guiding her, and soon, erh, womanhood accepts the stinger, letting it slide deep into her, throbbing and ready, her body clamping around it.

All the while, the three men watch, the roach clenching his fists as he does so, a crimson tear running down his eye.