Ending 1

Jack’s voice rose to a frantic, high-pitched plea, his hands clawing at the amber bars of the cot. "No! Please! I'll do anything else! I'll be your ****, I'll clean the hive, just don't put those things in me! I'm just a human, I'm not meant for this!"

Vespira’s antennae, which had been twitching with curiosity, suddenly went flat against her head. The shimmering gold-and-black plates of her face shifted, her mandibles clicking with a sound of sharp, clinical disappointment.

"Ugh," she hummed, the vibration now cold and heavy. "Even the so called 'Premium' ones turn into screaming, welping dull buzzing male drones destined for feasting upon, the moment they realize their purpose is not to live and not to die by being killed and eaten by an adult. You’re not intelligent or exotic, meat . You’re just... loud scared and perfect for being a host."

She didn't open the cot. Instead, she reached for a heavy, brass-coloured dial on the wall. The low thrum of the ship changed pitch, and a thick, sweet-smelling mist began to hiss from the hexagonal vents in the ceiling. Jack felt his lungs grow heavy, his knees buckling as the Pre-Implantation Gas filled his senses.

"oh cutie its a paralytic, your going to be nice and quiet still and movable for me." Vespira sighed, stepping closer until her jewelled eyes filled his entire field of vision. "But a Nanny shouldn't talk back. It ruins the aesthetic of the nursery."

She reached through the bars, her hand pinning Jack’s head against the gel mattress with effortless, crushing strength. Her long, segmented abdomen curled over the top of the cot, the ovipositor extending until it was a ten-inch needle of translucent, stinging ****.

"Since you value your mind so much," she whispered, her pink tongue flicking out between her mandibles, "I’ll make sure my children start there. It’s only fair they get the 'Premium' parts first."

She didn't go for the navel, the chest or the lower body. She chose the Base of the Skull. she flipped him over face down. Jack couldn't move anymore or fight back, his face and body limp laying face down on this gel bed as she climbed over the bars to be above him.

Jack felt a sharp, cold pressure at the nape of his neck, and then—white pain. Not the white of light, but the white of a mind being erased and only pain filling it before the idea of pain was erased from his mind itself. The Zombification Venom flooded his brain stem, instantly severing his "Aware" consciousness from his motor functions, disabling his nerves and installing only pleasure in the place of pain.

His screaming stopped. His eyes remained open, but the "Jack" from before was gone, replaced by a hazy, ****-induced bliss. He felt a strange, rhythmic thumping at the back of his head as the eggs began to slide in, but he didn't care he welcomed them. In his mind, he was back in a warm, honey-filled dream, and his only duty—his only joy—was to keep the "little masters" inside him safe and warm until they were ready to eat their way out. Since he was premium meat, what was left of his brain told him they were all his daughters, all to be females like her since females were the superior gender and he was the best host for them.

"There," Vespira cooed, patting his cheek as his body was motionless, limp and cooperative receiving her young. "Much better. Sleep well, little Nanny. You’re finally useful."