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Black Ant Down Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Poliwirl100

Indian summer stretched across the southern United States, the heat of the day lasting long into the evening while the heavens were painted rich shades of red, orange and purple from the remnants of the sun that had already dropped beyond the horizon. The rich sky spread a purple haze across the arid landscape, the ground cracked and parched from the bristling heat... but it was far from dead. Scrub brush dotted the terrain and the symphony of crickets was as loud as the ocean, chirping away in ebbs and flows.

Beneath the darkening sky, the ground was alive with the activity of insects. Hundreds of species moved to and fro, battling for resources and working on the eternal struggle for survival. It was a hard life for the little bugs, their hard shells hiding malnourished juicy innards, but they made do. There was no turning back, simply the ongoing quest to see another day... though for some, another day wouldn't come.

Far above in the sky, the twinkling stars began to sparkle a bit brighter, twinkling before a streak of light crossed the sky, then another and another. The shooting stars filled the heavens like a meteor shower, but a thunderous resounding boom indicated something had penetrated the Earth's atmosphere, then another boom as it dropped from sonic speeds. The fiery streak crossed a state line, then another, arching down and slowing all the same, hurtling downwards more and more before it hit the ground.

A shockwave spread outward from the impact, the ground rippling before settling again. A spray of dirt and fire arched up, coming down in smoldering bits for dozens of feet... and for the first time all day, there was silence. The crickets had gone quiet, the ground crawling insects scrambled in disarray and even the wind seemed afraid to blow across the hot surface of the strange glistening black metal pod jutting out of the ground, covered with metallic ribs like some sort of classic honey comb.

The metal groaned and warped as it cooled, but soon a hissing came from the seams as a panel clicked and then detached, falling to the ground with a loud clang. There was darkness and quiet in the pod, but finally a shiny black claw tipped hand emerged, then another, then a third and a fourth. Four arms hoisted the creature from the depths before an exoskeleton covered body tumbled from the pod. The lower arms shifted and flexed, looking more like front legs to steady the creature as the hind legs emerged.

The night light spilled across the shiny black body of the creature, two antenna arching up and bending down to hang before shiny greenish blue eyes. Mandibles clicked and clattered a bit and the being rose up on his lower two limbs, standing five foot ten inches tall. It lifted its arm, running fingers over a few hairline cracks in its plating, feeling the faint moisture beneath.

The ant knew he would be weak for some time, in need of food and healing. He had barely gotten out alive, but with the queen already dead there was no reason to stay. He only wished he knew where he was. The planet felt a bit cold and the air was smoky... but beneath that was a familiar scent, a mix of scents the anthropomorphic ant recognized. He could smell the markers for food, for threat, for panic and death, for reproduction and life.

The insect looked around, his antenna flicking about. The smell was all around him, very weak but present... and yet he saw none of his kind. Feeling panicked, the ant leaned down slowly to the ground, following the scents before he saw movement. All over the ground, tiny ants adjusted their paths, avoiding the hot pod that had crashed, trying to navigate back and forth between their colony and their food sources.

The alien ant was stunned, worrying for a split second that he had somehow become a giant in the explosion, but then realization dawned on him. He had landed on a primitive planet, a planet where the ants had not yet evolved to their true nature. He was alone after all... Stranded on a strange planet, the only one of his kind. A sour, ammonia like scent began wafting out, the smell of depression... but the ant knew he couldn't linger. Like his tiny cousins, he had to do what it took to survive, and that meant finding a food source. The alien ant began to walk, careful not to crush any of his cousins as he moved towards the lights on the horizon. The chemical trails indicating the successful location of food all seemed to radiate from structures in the distance.

****

After yet another roasting day in a week long heat wave, Max Danner had practically built for himself a fortress of solitude. An old box air conditioner rattled and hummed in uneven tones from its place in the window, condensation running down of the side of the house to the ground outside as the machine tried to keep one room cool, managing to keep it at seventy two. That drop in temperature was enough to let the warm and weary teenager pass out on his bed.

Max was eighteen years and six days old, his lanky body clad only in boxer shorts, his long brown hair spread out across his shoulders as he drooled into his pillow. It was counterintuitive for a guy in the south to have such long hair, but max never fit the mold for the typical southern gentleman. His closet was full of shirts emblazoned with super hero emblems, his mattress held up by dozens of boxes of comics packed tight while his book shelves were topped with figurines from dozens of franchises. It was a pristine collection, though Max was still a teenager.

His nightstand was stacked high with dirty dishes and used cups in precarious towers. Pizza crusts littered the floor and boxes of delivery chicken filled his small wastebasket. Max was hard pressed to clean his room on a good day, but during the heat wave he felt like he embodied sloth itself. His back rose and fell as he breathed, deep in his dreams, unprepared for what was to come. The thunderous crackle high above wasn't enough to wake him, nor the sonic boom much closer. As the crickets fell silent, though, Max started to stir... and then his bed dropped out from under him before slamming back up into his chest.

Every dish rattled, the windows shook, the house creaked and groaned and objects fell from the shelves. Max sprung up out of bed with a half-scream of shock, looking around in blurry eyed confusion. His hand snatched up his glasses and he pulled them on, watching the world before him come into focus. He wondered if it was the end of the world, but he wasn't even sure what had woken him up.

Max moved around his room, examining what had fallen and what had already been a mess before he moved to the window, peeking out through the blinds above the air conditioner. There wasn't any movement outside, nothing seemingly out of the ordinary. Max moved to the door of his room and peeked out to the living room, then the bathroom. Still, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

For a brief moment, Max wondered if he had a dream where he was falling and woke up before he hit the ground. Maybe that was what happened... but it had seemed so sudden and real. Still, he was up. Max checked the clock by his head and groaned, realizing it was only eight. If he stayed in bed, he'd be up at the crack of dawn and then his parents would expect him to do chores. He had to find a better way to spend his time.

Max moved over to his computer, rousing it from its slumber. He plopped down in his office chair, though he was so thin it seemed almost like a throne. The teenager considered visiting his many meme sites, but decided it was high time to use up his gift cards. His fingers began typing away and soon the web page for Daedalus Distributing appeared. The sleek white and teal website offered more things for sale than any other website, but Max had always favored the comics tab.

Colorful images began filling the screen, depicting superheroes and villains battling it out in a variety of settings. A banner across the middle began filling with suggestions for Max to try based on his other interests. A particularly colorful green clad superhero battling a gray dreadlocked slime monster started to draw him in before he saw the name of the comic.

"Meta? Ugh, that's a gay comic... Daedlus, your targeted marketing is off." Max muttered to himself, closing the banner before looking up his favorite comics more directly. The images on the screen changed to super heroines with gratuitous amounts of cleavage, every female quality exaggerated to the limits of physical plausibility. A dopey grin began to cross the teenager's lips as he played with the pictures in his own mind and started to add comics to his cart, unaware that his body was starting to pump out chemicals, producing pheromones and loading them into the air. They were odorless to humans, but the scent was being processed and pumped out by the air conditioner in his window.

****

For days the little black ants had been coming and going from the farm house, retrieving sugar and other essential foods for their colonies. The paths were fairly well marked and made it easy for the alien ant to follow. He moved across the terrain with ease, adjusting to the scent of his small cousins. Their chemical scents were a bit more acidic than his, a it more sour, but very recognizable... It was a reminder of his home, his own colonies, his people. It gave him comfort as he approached the strange structure in the distance.

The farm house had seen better days. The paint had peeled off, the white flakes laying in the dirt around, the wood beneath weathered and brown. The barn was even worse off with boards sagging and holes in the roof. The truck in the driveway was dirty, the farm tools rusted. It seemed that no one had been doing much farming in some time. The alien ant approached the house and came to a stop, seeing that this cousins were crawling through gaps and holes in the drafty house. He reached out, sliding a pointed finger along the seam before letting out a soft sigh. He needed another way in. The creature started moving around the outside of the house, looking at the strange windows, wondering which might be a portal to the inner sanctum. Eventually his dome like eyes shimmered with glee as he found a screen door.

Soon mandibles pierced through the mesh and began cutting, slicing like razor blades. He mesh fell away and a hand slid up in between the screen door and the inner door. After some trial and error, the inner door clicked and swung open. The alien ant looked at the square hole he had made and the building beyond. He bent down and crawled through the hole into the house. As his hind legs touched down and he began to rise, he heard a click and then a pop. The ant stopped and lifted his head slowly.

Stranding before him was a five foot eight, eighteen year old teenage boy. He had curly, rust colored hair tied back into a wavy ponytail and fuzzy sideburns down his cheeks. There was fuzz on his upper lip as well, though it looked as if he had never attempted shaving. His freckles were dark and spread across his face and arms, contrasting the dark brownish blue cover-alls that hung over bare shoulders. The teen's feet wee bare and dirty as well, but the shotgun in his hand was the only thing in the house that was perfectly clean.

The any tried to reassure the human that everything was going to be okay, but all that came out were clicks and warbles. Taking it as a threat, the teenager fired the shotgun. The impact caught the alien square on the chest, knocking him off all four feet. The ant hit the door and fell backwards, taking the door off its hinges and landing on it like a bed. He lay there dazed, staring up at the skies and stars above.

The teenager was hesitant, having been alarmed by the impact and then the looming shadow outside, but he'd never expected anything so big or so alien to come into his house. He slowly approached the creature, wondering if he had killed it. He looked down at the ant and slowly reached out the tip of the shotgun to poke him. The any had been dazed, most certainly, but his exoskeleton had protected him. He was unharmed other than some powder scorching... but it was clear this human was a threat.

Amber fluid began gushing out of a seam in the exoskeleton down on the ant's groin before a long, segmented, curved extension began emerging like a scorpion's tail. The barbed tip pulsed and soon thick amber liquid shot out in a thick spray, hitting the human's face. It clung to his peach fuzz mustache, his chin, his nose. The human backed up, coughing and hissing, trying to get it off but it stuck to him like glue... and it tasted so good. He started to involuntarily lick at it, slurping, sucking on his own amber colored hair.

The shotgun fell from his hands and he fell to his knees, licking all around his mouth as his coveralls grew tented, his bare cock growing hard inside. The any sniffed the air and smelled his more receptive pheromones and slowly got up, brushing himself off. While it had been a dangerous encounter, his colony would need good worker drones to protect them. The ant moved over and brought the tip of his alien cock to the human's mouth. The human tried to resist, but soon his mouth opened and the cock slid in, expelling more juices at once.

The teenager's cheeks bulged out and soon the amber dripped down his chin and onto his chest. It was too much to drink, but he tried anyway. Swallow after swallow, it flowed down his throat and filled his stomach, still leaking out of his mouth. Slowly the human's eyes grew vague and distant. The pain of being orphaned, of living alone, of dealing drugs to survive faded away. The pain of living in such a terrible home, never having enough to eat, it was all replaced by having a purpose, a reason.

Smelling the changes in the human start, the ant pulled back slowly. His cock emerged from the tightening, hardening lips, his amber stream spraying down the teenager's chest. The amber began to sizzle and dissolve the coveralls, revealing the material beneath. The human looked at his ant savior with drunken awe, but slowly his lips parted as curved, hard, reddish brown mandibles began to emerge. His teeth flattened, his lips widened and the black of his eyes began spilling out over the white until they were as dark as night.

The ant moved about his work without any trace of eroticism, coating the human. The amber fluid from his cock thickened more and more like sap, coating his shoulders and arms, his chest and groin, even dribbling down his back. It slowly hardened into a coating, a shell, a cocoon. The ant brought it up higher and higher, coating his neck and then his chin. The human watched even as his forehead swole, lumps forming before the skin started to extend out over forming antenna. His mandibles clicked more even as his face was covered.

In mere moments an inhumanly large amount of fluid had been sprayed over the human, coating him completely. The shell hardened, leaving a massive yellow stone sitting in the middle of the room. The ant watched the blurry shape inside the shell changing, the teenage body converted into an adult ant worker. The clothes were eaten away, the dirt dissolved, leaving clean soft flesh... flesh that hardened and thickened, turning red and becoming like armor. The flat stomach became segmented like an armored washboard, the pecs defined.

Inside the shell, the teenager's elbows honed, the bones extending behind the joint, curving up into deadly spikes. His fingers and toes were capped with claw like points, but the biggest change came from his legs as the muscle and flesh expanded. The new exoskeleton and the amber shell cracked and re-hardened, then cracked and split and sealed again. Heat began radiating outward as the flesh inside started to split into two, the legs parting. The upper half slid up a bit on his torso, the lower half retreating. Six limbs, just like his ant creator.

While his new drone was being reborn, the alien ant moved around the room, looking at pictures. He saw more humans on flat displays behind glass, started to see how they developed and changed over time. He saw libraries of books boasting the achievements of physical prowess some could get with their pillowey chests. The humans seemed to collect empty cylinders of metal with a limited range of prints on the outside, particularly ones with icy mountains and frogs on them... but there was one thing that the alien ant liked in particular, the smell.

The house smelled of hard work and sex... and the ant liked those smells. They were great traits for the new colony. He wanted a good, stable population and drones that wouldn't slack off... but the humans had such strong identities. There was no uniformity in the home. To adapt to this new planet, the alien ant knew he'd need to change his own perspectives. He would need some form of identifier, something more than just his scent. He would need a name...

The ant wandered around the home, looking at everything, trying to make sense of the human language. In the kitchen he saw many containers with many labels, but he saw one box on the counter with a picture of his cousins on it. He picked up the bottle and turned it around, looking at it carefully. It was covered with lots of letters and words and a few symbols, but the most important were emblazoned at the top.

"R... Rae... Raedh... Raid." The ant murmured, finding the word difficult but not impossible to say with his mouth, though a slight modification proved easier, "Rade." He said after a moment, nodding to himself. That would work, that would be a good enough identifier. Rade paused, turning as he heard the amber crack behind him. Pieces of the hardened yellow stone spilled to the ground as a red claw came out. The hand flexed and then turned back into the prison, cutting at it. The legs inside squirmed and moved and mandibles clattered. The stone prison crumbled and a red ant stumbled out onto six legs before rising onto just four.

The teenager was gone, replaced with a red fire ant. His mandibles had extra sharp jagged edges and a few spikes ran down along his skull. Even his antenna looked oddly dangerous, as did the long, sharp, drooling cock extending from the slit in his armor plating. The ant looked around before seeing the being that had created it. He surged forward but then stopped, not smelling the scent of a true queen. He looked puzzled at that, looking around in confusion.

Rade knew he had created a protector, a guardian, but there was still a lot of work ahead of him. He moved out of the broken door and into the driveway, sniffing the air, his antenna drifting about. The ants had been drawn tot his house in particular because of its bad condition, finding it easy to get food without much threat, but Rade wanted something a bit better for his new queen. He needed someone healthier, someone more vital, but someone that still had a healthy drive for sex. He move out down the driveway, sniffing the air, practically seeing the scents that were out there. He could see drifting car exhaust, the ant trails on the ground... but there was a faint pinkish fog in the air, a smell that Rade liked very much. Someone was aroused, someone was horny... and Rade could smell it. He began venturing out, following the smell, honing in on his next target. The red ant followed after loyally, dropping down onto all six limbs, his abdomen bobbing in the air behind him.

****

Soft moans and groans escaped from Max's lips as his hand worked up and down his manhood, stretching the skin back and forth, feeling it envelop the mushroom shaped head of his well used cock. Max was still a virgin, his comic book ways keeping him from drawing in the type of girl he was really drawn to. Even his southern drawl, considered attractive by many, couldn't override his nerdish looks... but in his imagination, in the privacy of his own room, everything was perfect.

Max worked his cock hard, edging back from orgasm, making it linger as long as possible as he clumsily clicked onto the next pages of digital comics using his left hand. His accuracy was down and his eyes were nearly crossed, but he didn't care. This was the single highest degree of joy he had any more. He watched the heroines battling it out, their boobs flung one way and another, wishing he could be there to 'help out'. He focused on it completely, unaware that his air conditioner was starting to vibrate and hum at different frequencies, working harder.

The machine rattled more as the condensation thickened, turning from clear to yellow. Chemicals were flooding against the house and fighting the flow of the machine before spilling into the room. At first Max didn't smell it at all, but slowly the scent built and built. Max's eyes started rolling into the back of his head, the sensations in his body becoming stronger. His cock felt longer, the pleasure more intense, his imagination vivid. The mental pictures became more fluid and colorful in his mind and he moaned, his head lolling back, drooling gently. As he got more and more relaxed, his cock only got harder.

Outside his window, both Rade and his protector had been working hard to put out their scents. The fire ant had collapsed onto his abdomen, his hind two legs folded beneath him as both hands worked up and down his rod, but Rade needed to get closer. He moved around the house, knowing he finally had an advantage over his cousins. While they couldn't enter the house due to a lack of good holes, Rade had learned everything he needed to know about doors. He moved up to the front of the house, grasped the handle and then crushed it. The inner mechanisms collapsed and came undone and soon the door went slack, swinging in effortlessly. Rade, looking quite pleased with himself, moved up and in.

It was amazing to him how differently he human lived than his last victim. The house was clean and pure, well lit. The wood floors were magnificent and there were bowls of candy everywhere, like little offerings to the ant gods. Rade saw the pictures of the human's development, the trophies for his achievement in something called Chess and debate. He was a perfect specimen, or at least almost perfect. Rade sniffed the air and continued, picking the human's scent out from the cloud of pheromones he had helped to make, eventually coming up to the door of Max's room.

Rade focused, his eyes going distant in thought. He could smell the fear in the air form the human's awakening, the scenes of his self pleasure there after, and he could really smell the heated passion the human was going through at the moment. It was almost perfect in every way, but Rade needed the human to be receptive to him, to be mated, to become the perfect queen for the colony. Rade turned around and crouched down, bringing his abdomen up to the base of the door, wriggling and clenching as ducts open and scent glands began to express odorless chemicals into the room, gassing Max from both sides.

Max would feel his heart beating in his cock, racing and thumping with more power than ever before. Max couldn't believe how turned on he was. It was almost like his cock was growing even bigger. He tried to lift his head off the chair but only managed to adjust his gaze back to the screen full of superheroes and villains... and while he had appreciated them his entire life, they had never seemed quite so amazing. The colors, the art style, the heroism depicted in comic book form - and it wasn't just the women. The men looked amazing too, all of them so strong and wonderful.

The teenager was a bit baffled he had overlooked the men for so long, but he felt like it was the perfect time to start. He wondered if his favorite heroes played around with one another off the clock, having secret super power sexy time. He wondered which man Miss Heroica might pick if forced... and he started looking the men over, admiring their muscles and their talents... and slowly Max's eyes drifted back to the advertisement on the side of the screen for Meta, for the gay comic book hero he had dismissed earlier.

Max's eyes hungrily soaked in the details of the cover, of the expansive and detailed cock bulge in the uniform, of the symbiote that seemed to be turning tentacles into cocks as he fought back. It was all so very phallic, but in a strange way that felt empowering. Max knew it had to be dripping with masculinity, masculinity he wanted... or wanted to be with, or to be. Max didn't know what he wanted anymore, only that he was helplessly horny.

Beads of sweat build over his forehead before running down his chest and arms, his hand gripping a cock so hard it was tender and red. Max was sweating up a storm, feeling like he was baking in his own juices, nearly delirious with it all. He groaned softly, then his stomach growled much louder. The rumbling was quite audible and startled Max just a moment before an intense wave of hunger hit him. Max licked his lips and looked around, trying to spot any scrap of food he'd left behind.

The disoriented teenager pushed his chair back and stumbled to his feet, looking around as his cock bobbed before him. He tried to find chips, a burrito or pizza slices, anything he might have missed. He grew more and more desperate and far more disappointed that he hadn't planned for his future better... until he noticed something on the floor by the door to his room, something that looked like a whitish sugar jelly bean.

Max's eyes widened and he moved over and bent down, picking it up. It felt crystallized on his hand almost like a sour coated jelly candy... but that's what it had to be, right? Max opened his mouth slowly, brought the bean up and popped it onto his tongue. The super sweet substance started melting, turning to sweet sand that rolled off of his tongue like butter.

Max moaned deeply , his stomach slightly satisfied. It tasted like sap or sugar syrup, rich and sweet and Max knew he wanted more. He opened the door and found another bean, and then another. He began following after them, picking them up and popping them into his mouth, savoring the flavor. His thoughts became simpler and simpler with each step, focused merely on eating and masturbating, feeling amazing. His nipples were erect, his eyes dilated. He moved into the kitchen and nearly squeaked when he saw a pile of the beans, but there was one thing keeping him from enjoying the event fully. He was so damn hot.

Hands began to clumsily pull at Max's clothing as he shrugged out of his shirt. His pants had already been unbuttoned and they sank to the floor with little more coaxing, the belt buckle over-sized and heavy, clunking as it hit. Max crouched down before the pile wearing nothing but his tighty whities and moved to eat more of the beans, unaware a shadow was advancing from behind until it was too late.

Max squirmed as fingers looped under his underwear and pulled them down, but he seemed even more alarmed when something hard and pointed began probing along his ass like some sort of thermometer. Max looked over his shoulder and nearly fainted from shock, but something about those deep black dome eyes relaxed him and his muscles softened.

With the relaxation spreading over the human, Rade began to push in, feeling his cock spear into the inner hot depths of the human's bowels. He began sliding back and forth gently, carefully holding him as he summoned up the physical capacity to create another queen. Rade felt hungry now that he had expressed the last of his stored up food to create the bait, but the human was ripe. Rade thrust his cock in deeper still as it began secreting royal jelly... and Max felt it almost immediately.

The heat and fever that had been swarming through his body began focusing on his stomach, the heat sinking down to his core. It spread and intensified in the strangest ways, forcing Max to gasp. For a brief moment he started to feel his sense of danger come back to his mind. Max tried to pull away, but two by two limbs wrapped around his torso until he had six arms around him. Max struggled, but his restraint faded and his eyes once more went distant as a drunken grin began crossing his lips.

With regular, even thrusting, Rade was sliding his cock in and out of Max's ass, but the transformation was already taking place. Each time Rade pulled back, he stretched Max's butt backwards. The cheeks grew fatter and an inner core moved out with Rade's cock. The crease between the cheeks disappeared as they got fatter, joining on the top and the bottom into a tube of flesh around Rade's member.

Max was on his knees, held in place by the alien ant as his ass was stretched and elongated. Inch by inch, it continued out from the base of his spine, sloping away from his legs and outward. It ballooned out wider and wider before tapering back to a point. The flesh was soft at first but soon grew harder, darkening almost as if it had been burnt by the sun before the red meat turned into brown and then black plating. The layers came out a bit at a time, leaving the flesh firmer and more protected by the moment.

Rade groaned, his middle arms releasing from Max's stomach to come back and stroke the nice, fat, royal abdomen behind his mate, knowing it would be an ass he would tap time and time again. He fucked it harder and deeper, the flow of his royal jelly only increasing. Max squirmed as well, but not out of fear. One hand slowly lowered to his hard cock, feeling that it hadn't softened one bit... In fact, it felt as if it had gotten harder even when neglected.

Max began dragging his hand up and down his meat, thinking vaguely of his super heroes and the monsters they fought, but the lines blurred in his mind and bodies began to mesh in sexy piles of debauchery. His fingers manipulated his cock as best they could, but the skin that had always slipped so well up and over the head of his cock was tight, unyielding and unwilling to stretch. The blood that had rushed to the member was stuck there, turning from rich red to darker purple an then brown. The cock darkened and hardened, the skin tightening.

As the outer layers of Max's skin hardened and darkened, the flesh inside started to feel different, less like meat and more like rubber. His muscles felt stronger, his bones more durable. He felt like he could exert more strength than ever, but he used that strength to start clenching his ass. Max's intention had been to massage his intruder, to pleasure the man pleasing him. What happened instead was an odd, sweet and sour scent coming out of his body. It was almost enough to make Rade lose it.

One of Rade's antennas went stiff, the other limp as he went cross eyed, his mandibles going slack jawed. The queen had just released his first mating spray. Just as Max was lost in the sex, so too was Rade as his intellect was over-ridden. Desires for food, for survival, for anything but his queen disappeared. He was nothing but a drone, doing his duty for the colony - and enjoying it.

Rade fucked Max harder, humping his fat, round bug bottom... but the changes were spreading quickly, most quickly along the 'queen's fat cock. Max worked his stiff shaft, feeling it harden. The skin cracked in a few places, the cracks sinking into creases between armor plates. His mushroom shaped head stiffened and swelled at the tip, rounding and curving, honing to a very new kind of point. It began to look more like a scorpion tale and far less like a human member.

Max's body weight had shifted, making him much heavier on the lower half. His body had always been lanky, but now his torso seemed to become even thinner, his stomach becoming flush with his ribs, his chest fit and thin... at least until his skin began to thicken. Layer by layer, the flesh toughened up, turning to a rubber texture, then leather, then plastic and finally metal. With each layer, his skin darkened from a creamy peach color to brown and finally black, his nipples like tiny spear tips barely visible through the armor.

The arms that had been working so diligently to work the new royal cock had bulked up in contrast with muscle before the flesh converted to armor, the muscles becoming far stronger. Max panted softly as he felt his fingers stretching into claws around his huge, ever-hard cock. Max felt amazing, wonderful... and oddly special. He wasn't sure how, but the smells that flooded him were starting to make sense. He could smell scents that made him think of food, of hunger, of sex and horniness, but mostly of loyalty. The being mating his huge bug butt was completely loyal to him, wanting to please him... and Max liked that. Somewhere in his twisted, chemical addled mind it was what he had always wanted.

Max started to lean forward, letting his abdomen go parallel with his body. He rested on his front arms and legs, though his legs were feeling weird. They didn't bend quite right and as he changed position, he felt like the flesh was pulling apart from itself. The newly formed exoskeleton split out again, strings of juice connecting the two pieces of each leg before they hardened again. The legs flexed and manipulated around, new five fingered hands stretching and contorting out of the new middle limbs.

Rade was lost in his pleasure, his mentality reduced to nothing for the moment but he knew he was getting closer and closer to the edge. He fucked his queen hard, knowing how wonderful the male would be. He could feel the longing, the need... A queen wanting to be worshipped and loved, and Rade knew he always would. He kept fucking hard even as there was a crashing and a breaking noise somewhere outside. The garage door rocked and shifted before falling off its hinges as the red ant came scrambling in, unable to resist his own need to be with the queen.

On all sixes, Max was barely fazed at first as another ant began squirming under him, rolling onto his back. The mandibles parted and the head plunged upward around the queen's huge cock, the ant mouth starting to suck and slurp. Instinctively the farmer ant knew that his kind could gain nourishment from their leader this way, but all Max felt was pleasure. He writhed more, groaning as his forehead ached and throbbed. The skin stretched out into forming antennas as his hair began to shed away. Strands fell to the floor like straw and the scalp they left hardened bit by bit.

Max's face darkened as it stiffened, his naturally pointy human chin becoming pointier as his lips grew thinner and wider, stretching back more before the lip flesh disappeared entirely. The stretched mouth was widened by protruding mandible, teeth and bone mixing together, the curved black blades pushing out of his mouth. The humanity was disappearing from the teenager, the lonely man becoming a chemical powerhouse for bringing in followers... becoming the alien queen, or in his case a king.

The flesh of Max's body continued to harden and refine, covering his head and neck, his torso, his arms and all four of his legs, even his abdomen. The hair of his body was gone and the human shape was disappearing. Even his groin seemed different, angling out in a curve as his balls were drawn up into his body. The flesh went stiff and tight, covering over between his legs. The flesh seemed to be hardening into perfect armor, though right around his huge cock it was still a bit pliable, a tiny seam forming just above and just below the cock. Inside his body the changes were far more dramatic as a pouch was formed full of fluids to keep his cock moist and ready.... For anything.

The changes were accumulating and Rade couldn't withstand the pleasure any more. His antenna rubbed together, his mandibles clicked and his cock unleashed the last of his seed into the queen's body. He shuddered and went limp, collapsing against the fat, round ass. The flood of pleasure and the smell of such devout worship brought Max to the edge before spilling over it, his cock erupting with rich, potent sugary cum. The fire ant closed his mouth tight around the rod in his throat, sucking down the food, feeling better moment by moment.

Having reached the height of orgasm, the chemicals in the room began to alter, to thin and to shift. Max felt his mind starting to reassert itself, but while he could process his surroundings, there was something more pressing on his mind, something more important... Food, yes. He had been hungry before. He needed food... He needed food to make more ants, to foster his brood. He was a king now, an ant kind... and he owed it to the drone impaled in his huge bug ass. Max slowly crawled forward, detaching himself both from Rade and the fire ant. Strings of cum connected to both males as Max turned around, looking every part to be a giant ant.

Max looked at the beings in his kitchen, still remembering that it was his house, but at the same time he knew that it was these ants that had freed him from his loneliness, from his wandering and his isolation. They were his people, in more than one sense of the word. They belonged to him. They were his ants, his lovers, his drones. Ma moved forward and wrapped four arms around Rade, bringing their heads together. The king's head tilted and their mandibles grazed each other, tiny strip like tongues sliding out to kiss.

Accustomed to being on the bottom, the fire ant moved around, licking his king clean of his juices before nuzzling against his fat abdomen. It felt so right, so perfect. While he had no other memory of his life, the fire ant knew family was the most important thing, what he craved the most. He would protect this new family with his life. He nuzzled both, one hand grazing one of the cracks on Rade's exoskeleton from the crash.

The quick sting of pain was all it took to snap Rade back into his own mind. He blinked at that and realized he was in the midst of a kiss, an act he had never taken part of before... but seemed to be enjoying. He got a bit clumsy at it, but he slowly pulled back, gazing into the deep black domed eyes before him. After a moment Rade lowered his head into a bit of a bow.

"My master, I am here to serve." Rade said in a series of clicks and chemicals.

"You serve me well, but... we must go from this place. People will come to investigate. We must be safe, we must make more..." Max said. Despite it having been Rade's plan, the order sunk into his brain and became his core instinct. He moved to the front door of the house with the fire ant, the two moving out to protect the king... and Max moved soon after them.

The three ants moved into the hot summer's night, crawling across the sun parched dirt. It felt more hospitable to them than it did the humans, but the heat was never a bother to ants. They blazed their trails into the night, foraging for a new home, a new source of food, and to let their numbers grow. It would only be a matter of time before one black ant crashed down on Earth became many more... and all under the king's leadership.