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As you ponder as to how to best use the spoils of battle lying before you, you notice that the hornet-girl's ovipositor is peeking out from the slit just below her stinger where it usually is kept tucked away. A thought comes to mind: since she was going to fuck you with that thing of hers, you're going to fuck it and see how much she likes having the tables turned on her. ...Actually, given the bimbug's sex-addled state, she'd probably like it. Whether it's by design or otherwise, these slutty whorenets don't appear to be completely impervious to their aphrodisiac honey, and this particularly thick and voluptuous specimen is lying in a pool of her own feminine nectar, panting and moaning softly with the first beginnings of arousal — does fighting really turn them on that much? Well, little matter — reaching down, you give the ovipositor tip a gentle tweak, and smile in satisfaction as the hornet-girl whimpers like a whore, more of the tube-like organ rapidly extruding from her insectile abdomen. Oozing and dripping fragrant nectar, the penis-like ovipositor swells and bulges to its full length, throbbing faintly in your grasp, about as long and thick as your forearm, maybe more. Glistening in the faint light of the forest, the tip is still closed, but you're going to change that real soon. Knobs and bumps of hard chitin line it from base to tip, and you smile as you take the organ in hand, letting your fingers and palm play across the sensitive bumps, tickling them as you work your way to the tip. "W-what are you, like, do-" the buxom bimbug begins, but her word dissolve into a chorus of brainless moans as you tease the ovipositor's opening with a honey-slick finger. Now that's a reaction you can get behind; a shiver runs down the long, black ovipositor and into the rest of the needy hornet-girl as you continue your gentle ministrations, feeling the ring of muscle that holds the organ shut begin to loosen. The flow of sweet nectar, once an oozing trickle, starts up in earnest; before long, you've got honey pooling in the palm of your hand, which you promptly slather back onto the whorenet's cock-like appendage. By now, it's clear that you've tricked the bimbug's body into thinking it's found a nice warm hole in which to deposit a whole bunch of hornet eggs. Well, joke's on the poor thing, because the exact opposite is going to happen. Finding enough space to slip your fingers into the ovipositor's tip, you start stretching apart its slick entrance to the shuddering moans of the hornet-girl. Now that she's sufficiently aroused, the bimbug's ovipositor is surprisingly stretchy and elastic, and it isn't long before you've widened a hole that looks like it might be able to admit your ERROR: CockDescript Called But No Cock Present. Time to strike when the iron's hot — without leaving any time for you to second-guess yourself, you ram your stiff ERROR: NO WANGS DETECTED for simpleCockNoun() straight into the waiting hole with a loud squelch of honey and other juices that gush out, displaced by the sudden insertion. With how flexible and elastic the ovipositor is, you feel it engulf the girth of your ERROR: NO WANGS DETECTED for simpleCockNoun(), wrapping around your rod better than any mere cocksock could do. Slippery, wet and aphrodisiac-coated, the hornet-girl's ovipositor fits snugly about your shaft , flexing and rippling as it instinctively adjusts to what it probably imagines is a particularly large egg. The organ quickly devours all of your ERROR: CockDescript Called But No Cock Present, tight muscles rapidly adjusting themselves until you're all warm, slick and snug inside of it. They're strong — they have to be, in order to actually move those eggs along — and with the way they pulse and move, you're being inadvertently milked by the whorish insect slut. Like they say, turnabout is fair play. She thought she was going to fuck you and dump all her eggs onto your butt? No, you're going to fuck her instead and dump all your cum into her ovipositor. The hornet-girl just squirms and moans even louder — gods, she's been reduced to so much of an airheaded slut that she can't even process what you're saying save for the bits about sex. Securing yourself by gripping her knees, you begin to fuck the hornet-girl's ovipositor, establishing a steady rhythm of thrusts as you move in and out, withdrawing until only the very tip is left inside, then slamming yourself forward as far as you'll go. Faster and faster you hammer the hornet-girl's ovipositor, letting her have the feel of something going in instead of out; her hips start to gyrate in tandem with your own, her whorish body betraying its delight as its unnatural abuse. Halfway through all this, the bimbug's bulging, dome-like belly squeezes down on itself, visibly pushing inwards before your eyes; a luxuriant groan of dumb pleasure escapes her lush lips as her queen's eggs seek to escape her bloated womb, no doubt seeking some warm hole to nestle in. Already the first of the fist-sized, gelatinous eggs is starting to slip past her cervix, through her hips and into the ovipositor, but you're not going to let this ruin your fun. As the bulges travel downwards towards your ERROR: CockDescript Called But No Cock Present, you steel yourself, gather your strength, and ram forward with all your might. If the hornet-girl's expression was already stupid, your powerful thrust turns her face positively idiotic. The sheer force of your mighty member doesn't just cause the outward flow of hornet eggs to stop, it backs it up; you can see the poor bimbug's shrinking belly suddenly swells to its former size as a handful of eggs are forced back into where they came from. "How did you — oh, so good — more, please, more!" While the hornet-girl might be reduced to a mindless mush of bliss, her brains oozing out of her along with the copious amounts of honey she's producing, her womb is strong and her body runs on automatic. Recovering from its initial setback and spurred on by the brain-busting pleasure that fills her body, the hornet-girl's egg-chamber redoubles its efforts to disgorge her queen's eggs, pushing down hard with a steady rhythm to match your frenetic thrusting; her gravid midriff visibly pulses in and out with its efforts, not willing to lose out to you. Unable to leave her body, yet with her womb unwilling to take them back, the hornet eggs start building up in the slutty bimbug's ovipositor, bloating what space remains outwards like a perversely-shaped balloon as they fight with your ERROR: NO WANGS DETECTED for simpleCockNoun() for their freedom. Wider and wider the ovipositor stretches, eggs backing up against your prick until you can see the outlines of their individual bulges against stretched flesh. Moaning and caressing both her belly and the base of her ovipositor, the bimbug brainlessly throws her head from side to side, feelers and fuzzy golden curls flopping about helplessly as her pleasure starts to reach a crescendo. Despite the mounting pressure, the ring about her ovipositor entrance keeps a death grip on your ERROR: NO WANGS DETECTED for simpleCockNoun(); you're not sure you could pull out right now even if you wanted to — and who in their right mind would? All the aphrodisiac honey and vigorous stimulation are already becoming too much for you, and before you know it, you're shaking and crying out in every bit as slutty a fashion as the whorenet is, spraying your seed all over the eggs backed up in her. That's what sends the busty bimbug over the edge. With a wanton cry of orgiastic bliss, the hornet-girl practically shoots off your prick, flopping over backwards as a flood of eggs, honey and cum alike come pouring out of her. Whining and buzzing in orgasm, she shudders and squeals as the eggs just keep on piling up between her legs; with each time the busty bimbug climaxes, another immense contraction grips her womb, pushing out more of those fist-sized eggs to spill out into the world. By the time she's done, her previously massively gravid womb is almost flat, having completely disgorged its contents out onto the sticky forest floor. Breasts heaving, eyes rolled back into her head, the hornet-girl gives a few final squirts of sweet nectar to accompany the last egg to tumble out of her, then collapses insensate. Looks like that's one mind-blowing orgasm she had; the smell is likely to attract more of her siblings before long, though. Feeling satisfied, you wipe your sticky, honeyed hand off on her face, collect your entourage, and prepare to be on your way. These busty bugs won't be bothering anyone for a while now.