Ending 2

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 ****.

"you really will be the premium meat, and your brain well it can witness all of it I'm sure before the little ones get to it." she whispered, her pink tongue flicking out between her mandibles, "I’ll make sure my children start further away from there. It’s only fair they get the 'Premium meat' parts first."

She threw him back such that jack was now paralized laying flat on his back looking up at the ceiling. Jack couldn't move anymore or fight back, his face and body limp laying face up on this gel bed as she climbed over the bars to be above him. Jack watched her seemingly standing with minim effort legs split one on each side of the cradles bars. above his face he could see her vespian vagina, exposed bright and almost dripping with juices of anticipation as he watch her wasp like abdomen rear rase up and slam down.

Jack felt a sudden sharp, cold pressure slam into his stomached, and then—white pain. Not the white of light, but the white of a body and mind being flooded with alien chemicals, his mind erased and only pain filling it before the idea of pain was erased from his mind itself. The Zombification Venom flooded his body over the next few moments, slowly 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 watching her vagina above him and the now plunged deep into his core ovipositor posterior intently, but the "Jack" from before was gone, replaced by a hazy, ****-induced bliss with remnants of pain and pleasure every now and then. He watched as her rear abdomen shifted and shuddered, he watched and felt a strange, rhythmic thumping where her body had pierced his at his core as the eggs began to slide in to his stomach, 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 body and 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. females in this world didn't host , it was a male preys job to become pregnant and die carrying the young.

"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."