The Sweet Sting
When a son and father try to bring prosperity to their farm by accepting the government initiative to raise hybrid honey wasps to replace the disappearing bees, things don't go according to plan.
The Sweet Sting Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Rbbrmutation
A soft, sweet scented early spring breeze blew across the fields of clover, causing the tiny leaves to waiver and drop the dew drops that had clung on with such intensity. It was a peaceful morning in a very peaceful place. While the majority of the space was devoted to clover and various fruit trees, several lines of wooden boxes had been built in an array, but they weren't just any boxes. The stacked boxes were actually Langstroth hives used in bee keeping. Each 'drawer' would eventually support several frames of honeycomb. In the midst of the established hives, a young man moved down the rows, carrying more units to stack at an equal distance from the rest.
Parker Davis was barely twenty years old but he'd put in more work in his life than most people ten years older. His brown hair was short and he had hazel eyes so bright they were practically the color of honey. He was six feet tall and had a strong frame. His black shirt clung to his body, his eight pack abs and thick pecs visible while the cuffs were stretched tight over his biceps. While most kids his age went to college, Parker hadn't considered it a possibility. Tuition was so high and his father was getting into his fifties, there wasn't anyone else to help him on the farm. Parker didn't mind. The life of a farmer was rewarding and he was close with his dad, he had been ever since his mother passed away when he was six.
Their newest venture, however, was a bit of a gamble. Parker had been hearing about how the bees were disappearing for years. It was in the news, it was on tv, it was even dealt with in Parker's favorite sci-fi show... The phenomenon had seemed like an odd quirk to start with, but then the fallout of the missing bees started impacting the world food production. Crops weren't blossoming, fruits weren't growing. It had been a hard time, but the government had stepped in and produced its best option.
Hearing the old truck, Parker looked up in time to see it moving down the path toward the colonies. The Silverado was a fine vehicle, and packed in its bed were stacks of crates. Parker already knew what they contained; genetically engineered honey wasps. While they appeared to be wasps, in most ways they acted like honey bees. They pollinated, they made honey and wax. They were everything that the food industry needed them to be and they were far more resilient to disease and conditions. More than that, farmers had been offered subsidies to host the honey wasps and that economic stimulus was just what the Parker farm needed.
The truck rumbled to a stop before the door opened and Tony Davis climbed out. Much like his son, he had short brown hair and hazel eyes, though he had the signs of an aged farmer as well. His skin was tough, he had a thick goatee ringing his mouth and a cigar clenched between his lips. Despite his muscle, he had a bit of a stomach. His arms were pretty hairy too, the tough skin a little hard to see beneath it all. Tony reached up and puffed on his cigar before exhaling a cloud of smoke. He looked up and down the rows at all the hives.
"Good work son, you got it done in half the time I thought you would." Tony said. Parker lit up at the compliment, though he was usually quite excitable around his father. He admired everything about the man, from how hard he worked to how he spent his off time. Parker hadn't yet been bold enough to try a cigar, but he thought his dad looked so cool puffing away. Parker thought it was pretty fitting too, after all smoke calmed the bees... and the wasps.
"I still have a few more to stack, but that's them? The honey wasps?" Parker asked.
"Yep, just came in... They said to release them right by the hives... They'll spread out and investigate the area before returning and settling in the most suitable homes." Tony said.
"Well, good thing we built them so many nice ones. I'll get the last ones set up real fast." Parker said before darting off. Tony nodded before taking several more puffs of his cigar. After a few minutes Parker moved back and the two men moved to the rear of the truck. Tony pulled out a veiled hat and put it onto Parker before putting one on himself. He then pulled on gloves and tossed some to his son. When they were suitably protected he climbed up into the truck and unclasped the latches on the upper crate and opened it. Wasps fluttered out as soon as there was a crack, hovering in the air before scattering. Tony eased the crate lid open all the way, watching the last of the wasps disperse. Parker's jaw hung open in awe, watching thousands and thousands of wasps swarm out and head in every direction.
"Do you want to open the next one?" Tony asked. Parker grinned and hopped in, moving to the other crate. He unclasped it as well before easing it open. He shivered as he felt the fluttering wings and hard bodies slide up along his arms as they flew out to freedom, rising in a cloud of yellow and black before dispersing as well. There were a few stragglers in the case. Parker reached down and nudged them with his gloved fingers before they too departed. The two men gazed up into the air, watching the wasps spread out before they closed the crates and secured them.
"We should get back to the house before they decide the Silverado is a good home." Tony chuckled.
"How long until we come back?" Parker asked.
"A week for our first check, but that'll give us plenty of time to tend to the southern fields." Tony said, climbing down. Parker followed and the two got into the truck cab before it roared to life and took a long swinging turn before heading back the way it had come, leaving the field of hives to the honey wasps.
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Days had passed, then weeks. The wasps had settled into the hives and had started to build. Parker often checked in the mornings while Tony checked in the evenings. It was a learning experience for both of them because the honey wasps didn't operate on the same schedule or frequency or even behaviors of either bees or wasps. They built cells, they made honey, they fertilized the crops, they mated and reproduced... There didn't seem to be a downside, especially to Tony as they neared the time for their first harvest.
The skies were on fire with the colors of evening, the clouds all of the shades between salmon pink, fuchsia, violet and orange. Beneath it all, Tony moved down the aisles of the hives, drawing on his cigar. The tip glowed red as he drew the smoke in before stopping before one of the hives. He opened the drawer slowly, exhaling the smoke in. It wasn't quite as effective as usual smokers, but the wasps seemed pretty docile to begin with. They had been so non-confrontational that Tony had even stopped wearing the veil and gloves, going out bare handed. He slid the shelf back in and moved to the next hive, repeating the same process.
The hives seemed to be doing quite well, each one about as advanced as the next. He knew he and Parker would have to start refreshing their reading on honey collection soon. Tony made his way to the end of the row, making sure none of the hives had any signs of disease. So far everything had been pretty predictable, but when he went to slide out a portion of the last hive, the drawer stuck. Tony put both hands and tugged and tugged before suddenly the drawer slid. The reason that it had gotten stuck was obvious. Rather than individual frames, the wasps had made as solid honeycomb structure throughout the drawer. It was dense and three dimensional with little paths running around it. If anything, it resembled a wasp's nest made out of wax instead of mud... and it was dripping with honey.
While Tony was surprised by the different configuration of the hive, the seeping golden honey seemed far too good to pass up. He set his cigar aside, forgetting to blow any smoke in before he reached in, drawing his finger through the edge of the hive. The honeycomb collapsed beneath his fingers, allowing him to collect the sweet substance. Wasps spilled out of the hive, filling the air, trying to figure out what was going on. Tony brought his fingers up to his lips and gave them a lick before stuffing them into his mouth, sucking the sweet nectar from his hand. He slurped and sucked, the heat of his saliva slowly breaking the sticky substance down.
Tony went back for seconds, getting honey on his mustache as he sucked it down, though he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his arm. He looked down to see the crisp yellow and black exoskeleton of a wasp crawling along his skin. He soon felt another jab on his other arm from another wasp. Tony winced, realizing that he had missed an important step. Still, it wasn't entirely bad. He read that bee keepers try to get stung a few times a year to develop antibodies for the bee toxin they don't react as much... Though with wasps it seemed possible to get several stings from the same insect. Tony winced as he was stung more, grabbing his cigar. He puffed on it before exhaling the smoke at the hive but many wasps dodged out of the way of the smoke, charging at Tony. Tony hastily stuffed the drawer back in before running but the wasps chased him. He grunted, stumbling a bit, feeling more stings pierce through his shirt and pants, covering more of his body.
The venom seemed to be taking effect. Tony could feel his muscles heating up and throbbing, his heart racing, his head throbbing... Something was terribly wrong. His life started to flash before his eyes and he wondered if the government had doomed them all with their experiment, or if he had doomed his son to be an orphan in the quest for a quick buck. Tony tumbled to the ground, writhing and moaning as his nervous system felt like it was on fire. He landed hard on his cheek, twitching and spasming. He numbly felt more stings, though the pain was being drowned out by everything else he was feeling.
Tony blinked, looking out across the field but his vision was failing. His hazel eyes throbbed softly before the black from the pupil began spilling outward, spreading over his entire eye until it was solid black. Tony murmured, his body twitching more as his mind was lost in a sea of agony. His arms hurt more than anything, the bones feeling as if they were breaking... and soon it looked as though they had. His arms grew lumpy and uneven, discoloring and swelling. While the outer edges were getting thick and hard, the center seemed dented, like some divot or seam had formed.
The skin grew smaller and tighter in the center, making his arms seem as if they were made of two bones each. .. And the gap was spreading. It moved up his arms, bisecting his biceps and triceps, moving into his shoulder. A sickening crunching noise came from his left hand as it twitched uncontrollably, the seam starting to split through his palm before it reached the webbing between his fingers and came apart. The seam split all the way up to his shoulder, the arm splitting in two... but rather than exposed bone or flesh, the skin was quick to seal up between the two portions.
The same crackling came from Tony's right arm as it split into two as well, the lower arm pieces shifting down his ribs some as a sub-shoulder socket formed beneath them. On both hands his fingers grew longer, the fingernails coating the tips before forming into sharp claws. Tony screamed out in pain as his old back started swelling thicker. His ribs spread and shifted, his chest cavity growing larger before suddenly his waist began collapsing. His organs felt like they'd been tenderized as they moved and shifted. New bones grew in to reinforce the front of Tony's Pelvis, though a clear gap was forming between his torso and his ass... and his ass was swelling fast.
At first the farmer had thought he was starting to suffocate from the pain and venom, his whole body felt so tight, so compressed... but as he heard one of his buttons pop, then felt his zipper splay apart, he realized that the pain was coming from his clothes on his body. He tried to reach for his shirt but two right arms slapped into each other, not coordinated. He focused and tried, clawing as his shirt, managing to slice several buttons off before the shirt burst open. Tony tried to get to his pants, but it was already too late. The seams along the fabric stretched and tore as Tony's lower extremities changed dramatically.
As his ass swelled and grew, his cheeks seemed to fuse together into one massive collection of flesh, extending and spilling out of the remains of his pants, honing into a vague bell shape that went well past his legs. Tony had given up on saving himself or trying to move. All he could manage was to try and alleviate the pain just a bit, but he couldn't loosen anything to make the pain in his head any easier. His black eyes clenched shut as his head throbbed and ached, the bone feeling as if it was splintering. Two lumps formed on his forehead, the skin stretching. He pain was getting unbearable as whatever was happening was bunching up beneath the skin. Tony used all his strength to reach up and slice into the skin.
As his claws broke the skin, two long yellow and black protrusions spilled out of his head, rising upwards before developing a crook and bending back down. The newly formed flesh began hardening, the yellow and black forming a thick dense layer around the exterior as the new antennae hung down like bangs on either side of the farmer's head. Tony tried to sigh in relief that the pain had ebbed from his head, but just as that ended; both his back and mouth erupted in new discomfort. His back swelled rapidly, the skin shifting before it stretched as spindly boney protrusions emerged. While looking random and wild at first, the extensions started to stretch apart, fanning out. As the black flesh stretched, it grew lighter and lighter until it was completely transparent.
The wings continued to stretch longer and grow wider, thick veins reinforcing the masses, but Tony was too busy as his lips stretched wider and wider. Something was emerging from his mouth, but more than that, it was displacing his mouth. Two thick yellow mandibles pushed out from his mouth before they flared out, fusing with and becoming his mouth. Only the gap between them led into the deeper orifice as his mandibles flexed. While Tony had been taking on more and more of the shape of one of his honey wasps, certain attributes were not changing. His manhood still rested below his groin in roughly, he had more 'fingers' than the honey wasps and his brain was significantly larger, though it was housed in a skull undergoing its final transformation.
At first Tony almost felt like his skin was drying out and cracking. No cracks had formed at all, but the outer layers of his skin were hardening and firming quickly. His pink flesh changed color, darkening in many spots to brown and then black, while others were shifting to the bright yellow of the wasp. Tony's head became smoother, sloping back easily from his beak like mandibles and over his head, the yellow exoskeleton interrupted by black valleys and lines. His posterior had become a massive metasoma, the flesh hardening into black and yellow stripes. Tony's legs were covered, then his arms, his back and belly. His entire body hardened like armor, protecting his warm organs...
After hurting and aching and writhing for so long, it took Tony several minutes to realize the pain had stopped... It just wasn't there anymore. His body wasn't numb, it was just... his body. His brain was readjusted after the pain and returning to baseline. Tony moved his right arms, both of them. Then his left. At first he thought that the venom had hallucinogenic properties, but what kind of drug hurt and then was fine except for the hallucinations. Tony raised up onto his four arms and two legs, wiggling his posterior before he stretched his wings. He circled and stretched before a thought occurred to him.
"Parker..." he whispered softly. His son, his progeny, his hive... His son was in so much danger without the means to protect himself, and Tony didn't want to be alone. His son needed to join him, to be with him so they could build their new hive. Tony faced toward the house and let his new wings start to move and flap before they became a blur. Tony moved forward before his body lurched off the ground and he started to fly, gliding along the field toward the house.
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Parker had gone to great lengths to plan every detail out and finally his plan was coming to fruition. He had snuck one of his father's cigars out of his case and moved out to the back of the house, deciding to give it a try while Tony worked in the field. He'd carefully clipped it and brought the stogie to his mouth, bringing the match up to light the tip. He puffed and puffed. Nothing happened at first before suddenly the smoke billowed into his mouth. Parker worked to make sure the smoke stayed in his mouth while he savored the flavor, holding it before the thick smoke was exhaled past his lips. Parker was proud of himself. He didn't cough or splutter or anything.
Parker kept puffing away, hearing a faint buzzing in the distance but it too disappeared after a moment. He didn't think much of it, what with there being so many honey wasps on the farm. Tony, however, was moving forward, looking at his son with his deep black eyes. Just seeing his progeny, a future drone, taking the steps to adulthood caused his shaft to swell with blood. The mushroom shaped tip had tapered to an almost wicked looking point. It was certainly a different kind of 'stinger'. Tony came to a stop a few short feet from his son.
"I always knew you would make me proud." Tony said, his voice still deep but a bit tinny, almost like his vocal chords had to struggle to make the same type of voice. Parker dropped the cigar in shock at being caught, turning around. Seeing the wasp man was even more of a shock though and Parker stumbled backwards before falling onto his ass. Tony advanced, reaching out to Parker with two right arms.
"D... Dad? That isn't you, it can't be..." Parker whimpered.
"It is son, something amazing happened to me. I was blessed by the wasps, I know what our true work is going to be, but I need you... I need your help; I need to share this with you." Tony said. Parker crawled backwards awkwardly.
"We need to get you some help, call the government, the EPA..." Parker said.
"Sure, we'll do that son, but first... I need you to taste something." Tony said, one of his right hands moving to stroke his shaft before thick golden honey like cum began spraying out. Parker rolled over and broke into a run, trying to get away from the monster his father had become. Tony sprung up, his legs and arms grabbing onto the side of the house. He crawled along the side of the house with inhuman agility, narrowing the gap before he sprung at Parker. Parker ducked and Tony sailed past, though the wasp man's wings snapped into action and stopped him mid air so he could swoop back. His clawed hands gripped into Parker's shirt, but once more he overshot and grabbed onto the wall.
Parker ducked under the gutter and moved around the front of the house, dropping and rolling into the garage that had been left partly open. Parker grabbed the door and pulled it down, sliding the lock into place, panting as his heart pounded like a jack hammer in his chest. He didn't understand, it had to be some crazy dream... He must have hit his head or something, it was a crazy dream. Parker listened to the scratching outside the garage door, then the buzzing. The buzzing seemed to grow more distant before it wasn't audible anymore. He continued lying on the floor, trying to let his heart slow and his lungs catch up before he heard something small fall like pebbles or flakes of wood.
Parker slowly sat up, turning around. In the corner of the garage where there had been a small gap between the roof and the wall, the wasp man was managing to squeeze in through the impossibly small space, wriggling before he got into the garage. Parker sprung to his feet and moved back to the garage door, unlocking it and throwing it open. Tony ducked down below the wood as it rolled up on the track, chasing Parker out. Parker made it twenty feet before four arms wrapped around him. Parker was knocked forward but didn't fall. If anything, the buzzing of the wings grew even louder. Parker kicked at the ground before it fell away from beneath his feet.
Parker screamed and shook his body as he was lifted up into the sky. He tried prying the arms off his chest, even biting them, but nothing was working. The farm house disappeared below; they passed the southern fields before moving east where the hives were. Parker whimpered softly, the fight draining out of him. Feeling that his son wasn't resisting as much, Tony shivered in delight before his wasp cock leaked thick honey cum down Parker's back. It soaked his shirt and pants and ran down into the cleft of his ass. Parker whimpered more, his eyes clenching shut. After a short flight they reached the hives and Tony descended.
Parker was deposited on a bed of clover, Tony coming down on top of him to keep him from escaping. Parker tried to back out but Tony's abdomen tilted down and blocked the path. Parker tried the other way but sharp mandibles tapped against his head, chittering. Parker whimpered, trapped beneath the shell of his former father. Tony used his legs to move his son around, flipping him around onto his back. The wasp cock spurted lots more honey cum onto Parker's stomach and legs, the golden flow hardening and getting incredibly sticky. Parker tried to escape but the stuff merely stretched like rubber before snapping him back.
Tony lifted up off of his son and moved around, circling before moving back. The wasp man leaned his head down to his son's. Parker whimpered before his lips were pried apart by mandibles, spreading them wide before his mouth was invaded by a very long, thin tongue. Parker shuddered, though something strange happened... Something in the back of his mind, while knowing it was so wrong... was actually excited. Ever so gently his shaft started to get hard. Parker whimpered, balling his hands into fists in disgust at himself. The wasp man sensed the change and lowered his body, starting to grind against the captive human. Parker gave a muffled call of disgust before the wasp man lifted up again, moving forward.
Parker thought at first his father was going to circle again, but the wasp stopped with the pointed wasp shaft bobbing before the son's face. Parker closed his eyes and mouth tight, turning his head away. Three wasp arms came in, turning his head back, prying his mouth open before Tony thrusted. The shaft speared into Parker's mouth, sliding past his teeth, bumping the back of his throat. Tony ground tight before pulling back and sliding in again. Parker knew he had only one chance of escape, to hurt his father enough to pull back. He tried to bite down, but nothing happened... The cock was unharmed. While not as firm as the exoskeleton on Tony's body, it was still harder than flesh and protected... The only thing the gnawing did was usher forth a huge gush of golden honey cum.
Parker's mouth went wide as he had essentially milked his father of the potent substance. It filled his throat and slipped into his stomach like syrup, filling him with such sweet musk. It overpowered his senses, his body starting to tingle and then burn all over. Tony pulled back and thrust again and again, fucking his son's face. Parker was shell shocked, but almost out of pure instinct, he clamped down with his lips tight and brought forth another gush of the honey, then another. He moaned, reaching up to grab the rest of the wasp length, massaging and squeezing it as he drank the addictive substance. He needed more and more, he wanted it to fill him even as his body started to fill with unimaginable pain.
The strongest pain started in Parker's arms. His fingers twitched and his hands grew numb but he still held onto the cock with all his might. The hair on his arms grew shorter and blacker, tiny filament hairs and nothing more before deep creases formed in his arms on either side, stretching down the bone. Parker tried to scream out but only got lungs and a stomach full of more honey. The crease spread down to his hands before they split in two and the arms separated all the way up to his shoulder. While Parker was terrified at first, he soon realized that he had four hands to pleasure his father instead of two, and that he could do a better job at that than ever.
Soon Parker was massaging his father's cock and where his balls had been, sliding up and down his stomach. Tony kept thrusting and spraying his seed, having given into the pure reproduction instincts. As Parker kept sucking, his lips spread wide as yellow mandibles emerged, fusing to his mouth. They caressed and squeezed the cock entering his face as his tongue grew longer and thinner, soon spiraling around the wasp cock to guide the sweet nectar in. Parker's eyes blinked several times as they turned solid black and soon Tony felt the rewarding friction of bumps rubbing against his head. Parker shuddered before two antennae burst through his forehead, rising up before curving down on either side of his face, a face that was expanding.
Parker's jaw, cheeks and nose all shifted as his face pushed out into a wasp's head, his skin hardening into yellow and black chittinous exoskeleton. His arms and hands followed suit, hardening as well. There was a small tearing noise as a very sharp pointed cock head pierced through Parker's honey soaked jeans, the cock swelling longer and thicker as Parker embraced his coming waspness. Soon Parker was humping the air, though it seemed with each hump his cock was rising up towards his father's abdomen. It wasn't just because Parker's shaft was growing; it was because his posterior was stretching too.
While the son's organs shifted and rearranged, his as cheeks had grown shut, leaving only a small hole... but the cheeks ballooned outward, inflating with flesh and meat at an insane rate. The growing abdomen was bunched up beneath him but soon tilted to make its own room. Parker's back suddenly split, a gap forming between his waist and his ass. It seemed like a great weakness to have his body connected by nothing more than the reinforced pelvis, but even in Parker's lust addled mind he understood the reason... it was so he would have infinite flexibility in stinging... though with his body trapped beneath his father, his two body pieces were pressed tightly together so there'd be enough room.
The changing twenty year old grunted and moaned even around the cock in pain as his toes grew together and his legs lengthened, the skin hardening and tightening as they turned black. The changing flesh stretched and popped the honey restraining them, the jeans tearing. Parker's second set of arms migrated down his torso as his chest hardened. The skin on his massive abdomen changed color, picking up yellow and black stripes before the exoskeleton nearly seemed to 'surface' across the bell shaped extension. Parker's change continued, though perhaps entering its most uncomfortable stage. Parker was trying to dutifully suck on his father's shaft like any good drone would for the king of the hive, but his back started wrenching and twitching, long protrusions jutting out, knocking Parker from one side to the other.
Just as they had in his father, the protrusions spread out; stretching the flesh until it was transparent, forming long, thick wings. The new muscle groups connected into Parker's mind and he carefully folded his wings beneath him so he wouldn't break them. After a few minutes the pain ebbed away and Parker guzzled down pint after pint of honey, letting it nourish his changing body... after a few minutes it almost seemed as if he was being nourished too much. His body swelled, stretching the exoskeleton to its limits before suddenly the shell cracked and Parker grew larger. The cracks filled in with a liquid that soon hardened again, leaving almost no visible different to the exoskeleton before, though in the right light there was a faint crackled pattern to his shell like glossy veins in marble.
Parker had to be nearly twenty percent larger than his father, though he was loyal to the king. The king, however, knew that he was supposed to be the largest in the hive. He slowly pulled out of the mouth of his son and turned around, his antennae feeling up Parker's cock before his mandibles moved to nibble and stroke the phallus before Tony plunged his head around the shaft, bobbing it up and down. His tongue probed the cock slit before coiling around the shaft. Parker twitched and shifted on the ground, starting to hump the king's face before his own honey cum began to gush forward. Tony guzzled it down, realizing that his son needed to eat a bit more clover for the taste to be quite right, but it was still coming along nicely.
Parker's black eyes gazed toward the heavens with lust as he was milked of pints, then gallons of honey cum. It felt so right to have the sweet substance flowing from his shaft, spreading seed and pollinating. It was a part of him now that he was a wasp. Tony drank the stuff down, his stomach and abdomen swelling, then his back. His exoskeleton grew tight before it cracked out and re-hardened at a larger size, then cracked and re-hardened again. If any scientist had been observing the effect, it would have been possible to tell how many growth cycles they had gone through based on how fine the shiny re-hardened cracks were.
Minutes passed, then hours as the wasps embraced one another until Tony was nearly eleven feet from antennae to the point of his abdomen. He pulled off of Parker and scuttled over a few feet. Parker slowly rolled over, getting used to his new arms and legs before he stretched his wings out. The two looked at each other for a moment and without making a sound, they could feel the love for one another. It just slipped into their minds... and then so did another thought, that their neighbors would no doubt be home already... and that Ben Johnson was home from college too. Parker licked his mandibles before the two scrambled forward, their wings starting to flap so fast they grew invisible. The two lifted off of their arms and legs that soon dangled before they lifted into the sky.
While the man wasps were heading to bring more into their hive, they careened through fruit trees, their cocks drizzling potent golden honey as they went. Behind them the clover fields seemed to shimmer before thick purple blossoms emerged and the fruit trees nearly exploded with brand new pollinated blossoms, growing heavy in an unnatural period of time... but there was nothing natural about the honey wasp hybrids... except perhaps their love for one another. Parker and Tony zoomed through the late afternoon sky, never having been closer than they were at that moment.