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The Bite

Jeffrey trudged through the overgrowth of the forest, he had travelled two miles from his parent’s habitat and he was already regretting agreeing to travel into town for supplies. Sweat poured off his face as the sweltering heat of the jungle planet Zaulia made the young man miserable. Jeffrey wondered why his father ever agreed to help colonize this shithole of a planet in the first place, there was nothing to do here and seemingly no real valuable resources for the Planetary Confederation to harvest.

Most of the colonists live in self regulating habitats that emulate more favorable living conditions. Jeffrey was eager to make it to a waystation habitat so that he could take a break and cool off. Looking at his datapad, the young man saw much to his relief that a waystation was about five minutes away from his current location. Jeffrey pushed forward through the thick overgrowth and past fallen logs towards the waystation. Before long he had arrived at his destination.

There it was before him, a metallic structure resembling a soda can lying on its side. Jeffrey let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his brow. It was then that Jeffrey noticed that something was wrong, the hydraulic door on the front of the waystation leading into the decontamination chamber was wide open contrary to all protocols laid out by the Planetary Confederation. Jeffrey made his way inside the decontamination chamber and saw that overgrowth from the jungle had made its way inside the room, the young man took note that this waystation seemingly been in this state for several months. Jeffrey scratched his sweat drenched head and retrieved his vibroblade from his survival pack. The young man needed a break from the hot jungle and the systems inside the waystation seemed to still be functional at least as far as he could tell. Jeffrey was going to go into the waystation.

The hydraulic door leading deeper into the station opened with a pneumatic whoosh of air as the young man entered his Planetary Confederation ID into the datascreen near the door. Immediately Jeffrey was assaulted by the cool air within the habitat, the young man revealed in it as he stepped into the parlour of the habitat. The parlour was in fairly good condition, Jeffrey raised his vibroblade up preparing to defend himself from any hostile creatures inside the habitat. From the parlour the habitat broke off into three other rooms: the kitchen, the living chambers, and the bathroom. The young man did a search of each of the rooms and found that he was alone in the habitat. When he made it to town he’d have to let the mayor know that a waystation had been exposed to the elements by someone carelessly leaving the front door open.

Jeffrey put his vibroblade down on the coffee table in the parlour, and he started to remove his sweat drenched clothing so that he could take a shower in the bathroom. The young man took off his shirt first pealing it off as it clung to his skin revealing his pale white torso. Then Jeffrey removed his shoes and socks placing them on the coffee table next to his shirt. After that Jeffrey slipped off his jeans and his underwear. The young man placed all his belongings on the coffee table in the parlour and made his way into the bathroom of the waystation.

Jeffrey was looking forward to the cool water slipping over his body, rinsing away the heat and sweat. Jeffrey stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The young man felt his shoulders relaxing as the water poured down his torso cleaning and refreshing him.

Jeffrey’s thoughts started to wander as he enjoyed the shower, he had been flirting with a boy on the internet that morning and before Jeffrey knew it he was hard as a rock. Jeffrey pictured the young man he’d been flirting with in his head: blond hair, swimmers build, smiling eyes, freckles. Jeffrey grabbed his member and started to stroke. Pleasure invaded Jeffrey’s senses and he closed his eyes. He envisioned his partner on his knees in front of him, he envisioned the gentle probing as the blond beauty took his fullness into his mouth. Jeffrey felt the pleasure building as he was brought closer and closer to climax, and he stroked faster. Suddenly pleasure was replaced with pain as the young man felt something stab into his right mid-thigh.

Jeffrey’s eyes flew open and he yelped as the white hot pain ripped through him. The young man felt dizzy. Looking down he saw a black insect where the pain originated, the creature’s proboscis stabbed into his thigh. Jeffrey could feel the poison as it was pumped into his leg. It felt numb, he couldn’t move and his eyes were starting to get blurry. Suddenly Jeffrey lost his balance and landed with a thump in the shower. The poison numbed the pain as the young man lost consciousness.

Jeffrey groggily came back to consciousness, the water from the shower was still flowing and it was mixing with his blood as it flowed down the drain. With some effort the young man got out of the shower and turned off the water. In the shower, seemingly dead, was the insect that had bitten him. Jeffrey groaned in pain as he scooped up the insect. It was black with six wings and a inch long proboscis. Jeffrey looked down at his right thigh and saw where the insect had stabbed him. It was strange, there was a large welt about a centimeter high and wide. The welt itself was red and inflamed, yet also had green puss coming out of it. Jeffrey grimaced and limped out of the bathroom.

Jeffrey regretted coming to the waystation and he damned the careless fool that had left the front door open, the insect that bit him must have gotten in through an air vent or something like that. The parlour was as Jeffrey had left it, and the young man made his way over to the coffee table with his clothing. With some effort Jeffrey put back on his underwear, he moaned in pain as the underwear touched the bite on his thigh. Jeffrey ripped off part of his t-shirt in order to dress his head wound that he had sustained when he fell in the shower. With all that out of the way Jeffrey sat down, he was exhausted. Something was very wrong, the bite needed immediate medical attention and was something that he had never experienced before.

Using his datapad, Jeffrey took a picture of the insect that had bit him. The young man ran the creature’s picture through the Planetary Confederation’s database of known entities. The datapad beeped and said, “One possible match. Would you like to continue?”. Jeffrey responded, “Yes.” The AI in his datapad continued, “Very well Jeffrey. The specimen is most likely the Black Zaulian Hornet, known to be highly dangerous and parasitic. According to studies conducted by the Planetary Confederation the hornet will inject eggs into a potential victim and in twenty-four hours the eggs will hatch into the victim’s bloodstream and from there the baby hornets will burrow into the host creature’s brain turning them into a servant of the queen’s hive.”

Jeffrey’s eyes went wide. He asked, “Is there a cure?”. The datapad responded quickly, “If a victim can get to a clinic within twenty-four hours modern medical practices can save the victim.” The young man let out a sigh of relief, town was only four hours away. He’d be okay.

Jeffrey’s exhaustion was getting the better of him, the pain from his fall and from his wound made his eyes heavy. His wounds hurt and he wasn’t going to be able to get to town with his injuries without resting first. Jeffrey felt himself drifting off to sleep in his exhaustion. He had plenty of time.

Jeffrey woke with a start. He had been having weird dreams, in the dreams he saw himself transforming into a hornet. His skin drying out, turning black like the hornet that stung him. His manhood was throbbing against the couch cushion and he felt groggy. He looked at his datapad, he’d been asleep for eight hours. That meant that it had been ten hours since he was stung. The young man got up, his wounds felt better. He was no longer hurting all over like he was before. Jeffrey saw his tattered shirt and jeans lying on the coffee table, he knew he ought to get going soon. However, he felt he needed to check the bite.

Jeffrey made his way into the bathroom and slowly pulled down his underwear. The wound looked less inflamed, however there was still a bump. Jeffrey knew now that eggs were inside him, just underneath his skin in his mid right thigh. Evil eggs, eggs that in fourteen hours would hatch and turn him into a mind controlled zombie. The thought was arousing him. Jeffrey knew it was fucked up. He felt his right hand start to stroke his hardness. It was so fucked up, in fourteen hours the eggs in his thigh would tremble with life and hatch. He’d feel the creatures inside him crawling towards his brain. Would it tickle? Would it be painful? Once they reached his brain, they’d root in subverting his will. Turning him into a mindless slave. Jeffrey felt himself ejaculate at the thought.

The young man stared at the results of his labor on the floor of the bathroom. He felt sick and exhausted. Jeffrey made his way back to the couch, something was very wrong with him. He still wasn’t well, and he was so so tired. Town was only four hours away, he had time to rest a little longer. Jeffrey felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Jeffrey woke up coming. He didn’t remember what he had been dreaming about but whatever it was had certainly made a mess of his underwear. The young man looked at his datapad and his eyes widened in horror, he’d been asleep for ten hours. He only had four hours until the eggs inside of him hatched. The thought made him hard as a rock. He was a pervert, the whole thing was extremely fucked up. Jeffrey felt the need to look down at the bite, he saw the welt faintly pulsing. It looked bigger than it had ten hours ago. The thought was simultaneously exciting and horrifying. Jeffrey jumped off the couch and quickly dressed in his jeans. His shirt was ruined given how he used it to dress one of his wounds from falling in the shower. Jeffrey grabbed his datapad and vibroblade as he dashed out of the waystation.

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest. The heat hit him like a brick wall. The young man left the door open behind him as he ran through the overgrowth of the forest towards town. Jeffrey ran in a mad sprint, sweat pouring off of him as he jumped over logs and dodged past trees. Thirty minutes went by, Jeffrey kept running. By this point the young man was coated in sweat again, his clothes and skin drenched from head to toe. Then suddenly Jeffrey lost his footing and tripped. He hit the ground with a thud and lost consciousness.

Jeffrey woke up sometime later, his head hurt, his whole body hurt again. He was coated in sweat and he was rock hard again. He looked at his datapad, its screen was cracked but he could tell that he was too late. He had been unconscious for an hour. There was no way that he was going to make it back to town in time to get the eggs out of him. He could feel them under his pants pulsing with life. In two hours and thirty minutes the eggs would hatch and he would lose all sense of self. Tears welled in his eyes, this was his fault. He wasn’t paying attention in the shower. He went back to sleep after waking up the first time. He was the pervert who was aroused by the idea. God, it was so fucked up.

Jeffrey painfully lifted himself off the jungle floor and slowly started to make his way back to the waystation. It took him an hour due to his injuries. He made his way into the parlour and painfully peeled off his sweat drenched jeans. He then peeled off his underwear, revealing in his nakedness. The young man’s manhood hadn’t softened on the journey back to the waystation. Quite the contrary, he was more aroused than ever.

Jeffrey made his way to the shower, where all his problems began. He stepped inside and turned on the faucette. The cool water rinsed the sweat off his body and he looked down as water poured over his head and down his back. He saw the rhythmic pulsing of the eggs in his thigh. In and out they pulsed, like a heartbeat or his breath. Jeffrey tried to calm his nerves. Soon it’d all be over. The thought was strangely comforting. The young man felt himself reaching for his manhood and stroking. Soon he’d be a mindless servant of some jungle insect, the eggs would hatch and that would be the end of him. He wouldn’t have to worry about disappointing his family any longer, he wouldn’t need to worry about flirting with boys anymore. Jeffrey stroked himself rhythmically with the eggs. He closed his eyes, he envisioned the eggs flattening and releasing.The hornets burrowing through his body. He saw it happening as he pleasured himself. He saw the hornets burrowing into his brain, overriding all his thoughts and beliefs. Then he felt it happen and he came.

Jeffrey’s eyes went wide, he looked down at his thigh and saw that the eggs had flattened, they’d hatched. He felt tingling sensations as something inside of him moved around. Jeffrey felt dizzy. He didn’t want this, what was he doing. Why did he cum, why was he such a pervert. It was too late, they’d hatched. Jeffrey turned the shower off and in a daze walked back into the parlour. He realized he hadn’t said goodbye to his family, they were bound to be worried about him. He felt intoxicated as he picked up his datapad, he wrote a message to his entire family. “I’ve made a horrible mistake. I love you with all my heart. Forgive me.”

Jeffrey felt tears welling up as he realized what he’d done. He’d wasted all his time, he had had time to do something and because he couldn’t think straight he’d let the eggs hatch. He felt them now, the hornets had made it up to his torso. They tingled, it wasn’t unpleasant. It was scary though. He sobbed. He let this happen to him, something was wrong with him. He was jacking off to the thought of being a drone. Why? He didn’t know. Maybe he had always wanted to be a drone, or maybe it was the poison. The tingling was in his head now, he knew that it wouldn’t be long.

Jeffrey suddenly came, and then he came again, and again. He heard a voice in his head, [Hello Drone]. Jeffrey came again. He moaned, “H-hello”. The voice in his head said, [Don’t worry, you will experience much pleasure serving us. Close your eyes and nod your head if you are ready.] Jeffrey was dizzy, “R-ready for what?” The voice laughed, [To let us take full control. Give in to us Jeffrey.]

Jeffrey closed his eyes and nodded his head. That’s when it hit him, wave after wave of pleasure. He came over and over again. He couldn’t think, he just felt pleasure. He gave in, and felt himself float away as he became a servant to the hornets. Jeffrey moaned, naked, laying in a pool of cum in the parlour of the waystation on the planet of Zaulia. The young man was no longer in control of his own destiny. His datapad long forgotten lay in the pool next to him, video streaming back to his family.