Mating Season

The man in the HAZMAT suit paused as he heard the cachinnation from Lois Lane's throat. He stared between her spread legs, seeing things shift and move.

"Control, are you seeing this?" He buzzed quietly into the suit's microphone, but Lois could hear him—she could hear lots of things. The people moving through the floor, the whine of electrical equipment, the music and dancers up above, and somewhere far away an ultrasonic answering call.

"Are uh...are you doing that?" The man asked Lois. She could hear the buzz of a speaker in his suit, something about elevated pheromone levels.

She cocked her head to the side, antennae wobbling. "Yesss..." Lois swallowed a gob of the honey. "I must be ready..."

Shaking his head, the man selected a tool and knelt between her legs.

Lois leaned back, dipping her hand into the honey and bringing it up to her mouth, lost in her other senses. The cold metal speculum was almost an afterthought, her pussy stretching easily, painlessly, already wet with anticipation. She could hear the ultrasonic whine descending, growing closer and closer...and the first of the little people had found a path into the room, creeping between the tiniest of cracks, leaving a scent trail for others to follow...

"Subject appears oviparous," the lab technician muttered into his suit's microphone. "Her vaginal canal has rearranged itself into a...well there are structures here resembling those in queen ants. I think she might be able to store sperm for later self-insemination. It's not clear if the eggs can develop on their own, I'll have to take samples..."

A wriggling black line made its way to Lois' foot. She held the limb steady, directing the individual ants on the path to follow, up her bare leg, over her knee. That caught the lab-man's attention.

"Uh...control, are you seeing this? I thought you said this chamber was sealed."

The ultrasonic whine was close now. Lois chittered a response, an invitation. A dull thud shook the building.

"Control, what the hell was that?" He yelled into the microphone, as the ants continued their march across Lois' naked form, swarming around the drops of honey on her breasts.

"He isss here..." She hissed, unblinking compound eyes staring around the room, antennae waving, tasting the air.

"Who? Who is here?" The man asked, rapidly packing up his tools.