Honey's Hive

"Yes you are."

"You're just trying to embarrass me," I said, not able to stop the blush from rising to my face.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I can't help it if you look so adorably shy when when I tease you."

I laughed and relaxed against her, throwing my arms around her waist and snuggling my face into her stomach, her heartbeat steady and soothing under my ear. My mind drifted and I started to think of the future.

How often is Brie going to want to do this? I don't know how often my body is going to be able to withstand her idea of a good time. Although, I have a feeling I won't complain as she makes me find out just how far we can go. What does this mean for the future? Sure we have right now, and the next few months, but what're we going to do after that? We're going to different schools. Even before that, what about my ID? There's no way I'm going to be able to convince anyone I used to be the man on my license.

Working my way into a worry spiral I couldn't help it as my stingers pushed their way out of my palms, an unconscious physiological response to my stressed state. She kissed the top of my head and ran her fingers through my hair, the straight black locks trickling through my fingers like a little waterfall.

"What're you worrying about now?" she asked, now massaging my scalp.

"Who says I'm worrying?"

"The tension in your back and the tang of the sweat in the air. Not to mention the fact that your stingers keep poking against my skin." She laughed and I curled my hands into fists, remaining silent.

"These are almost ready to bloom," she whispered to herself, touching the knob on my back. Judging from her touches the orb had grown in size since the last time I noticed it. Now about the radius of her spread hand it stuck out an inch from my skin which rippled under her palm.

"Now are we gonna talk about your problems or are you going to bottle it up like you usually do until it erupts out of you like a volcano." Her words prickled as I recognized their painful truth. I smoldered as I considered half a dozen sharp phrases filled with four letter words before I felt the tension in Brie's body. That caused me to pause and collect myself, eventually realizing why Brie was needling me.

"There's nothing wrong with being worried about my future this is a pretty big life change for me." My fingers traced the ropes of muscle that ran taut across Brie's back. "There's also nothing wrong with being guilty about doing this to me. I won't yell at you and I won't forgive you for this." She stiffened further and tried to pull away. "I won't forgive you because there is nothing to forgive." Brie stilled and then the tension eased a fraction from her body, holding tight on the edge of a cliff, just waiting for a reason to fall. "I hereby give you, posthumously, award you full permission to turn me into this woman like creature. Furthermore, I promise to one day obtain a red wig and tight leather outfit, so that we can have some nostalgic fun." She laughed and eased against me, causing her pants to shift, revealing a bulge that I hadn't noticed before. "We'll also spend some time talking about that something new I see in your pants and why you've been hiding it from me." She at least had the grace to blush. "But for now-" I stifled a yawn "- I think I'm gonna get some rest."

I would have thought this would be awkward. I snuggled deeper into her belly and let out a contented sigh as her backrub eased me into a slumber.

"Shooo. Don't you do it. Let her sleep you mangy mutt don't you dare-" Brie whisper spoke, before a squirmy mass of fur and exuberance joined us in bed.

"Hi Lucy," I said as I gave her a hug. Unfortunately for Brie our respective positioning left Lucy's tail at face height as she received a few quick whips.

"Hey girl, I'm glad to see you're feeling better." I rubbed her face and blinked the gunk out of my eyes. Lucy glowed with vitality, her coat was glossy and golden. The white that had until recently graced her face was nowhere to be seen. Instead her face was the same hue I remembered from years past. Her scent was clean and cancer free and I rejoiced with the knowledge, burying my face deeper in her coat. Eventually, Brie managed to capture the wayward tail and gripped it with both hands as it wagged on, uncaring of the impediment. Lucy bounced around for a bit before flopping over on the bed for some belly rubs. Chuckling I obliged my rambunctious dog, her hind legs twisting in the air as I scratched her belly, my fingers growing hot with the friction of the furious rubbing. She calmed a little as my fingers ran more gently back and forth across the shorter fur of her belly.

"This is amazing, I knew you were exhausted but I didn't really get why."

"What are you talking about?" I asked not really paying any attention to Brie.

"What you've done. You've literally turned back Lucy's clock. The cells of her body have reverted to a previous template. She is now for all intents and purposes a dog of five years old." She paused as she considered the weight of this new knowledge. "We need to keep this secret though there's no telling what a nefarious person would do if they got this information. They might take you away from me and force you to do things." As Brie spoke she grew more and more agitated. I stopped petting Lucy and my eyes' grew wide as she started shaking with rage, her fists clenched tight to her side.

"No need to get so worked up," I said, trying to calm her. She looked at me, her pitch black eyes glittering dangerously. I reached out and grabbed her arm, attempting to soothe her with my touch.

Next thing I knew my back was slammed into the wall, her arm pressed against under my breasts holding me off the floor.

"Ouch! Brie that... doesn't really hurt. Huh? I thought that would hurt."

Evidently my new skin is a little more resilient than it used to be. That'll probably come in handy if she's gonna keep being so rough.

She started to paw at my shorts while simultaneously attacking my neck with sharp nips of her teeth. Little points of pain blossomed across my skin and I couldn't help but wriggle under her forearm. The plain blossomed into a heat that soaked into my bones as her tongue circled and massaged away the bites. I could taste her fervency in the strokes of her fingers. I felt her bulge as she pressed herself against my thigh. Her subvocal growls rumbled against my neck sending delightful shivers down my back. My fingers tightened over her chitinous forearm, glad of its seemingly impenetrable toughness, otherwise I was sure that my grip would've bruised with it's strength.

But I don't hear Brie complaining.

Instead she kept pawing at my waist, finally managing to hook a finger under my shirt and over the edge of my shorts. The shorts caught for a second on my hips, my new curves providing a brief impediment before sliding down my dangling legs. Lucy somehow managed to read the room and slink out the bedroom door, leaving me alone with a very scared and needy Brie. All of my barriers were down, I was fully exposed, vulnerable to her aggressive fingers. Fingers that wasted no time at all plunging into my pussy. I winced at the rough treatment, her dry fingers scraping painfully across my folds as she caressed my depths. I bit my lip and looked away as I tried to grit my teeth through the scraping pain.

Wait a minute... Maybe I can make some lubrication.

Almost as soon as the thought crossed my mind a clear liquid started dripping from my swollen nipples. Beads of it dripped in trails down my breasts, the clear lines tracing my curves before dripping down onto Bries forearm. Releasing my instinctual grip to relieve the weight that didn't actually hurt, I gathered some fluid and grabbed Brie's hand pulling her from me. She pulled back from my neck and glared at me. I gave her a pained smile and ran my fingers across hers, coating them with the lubrication before releasing her hand. Heedless of the interruption she resumed her strokes, this time with more significantly less discomfort.

In fact, this is starting to feel pretty damn good...

This time Brie wasn't making love to me. It was nothing so gentle and nice as that. Brie was fucking me, plain and simple. Animalistic in her intensity and single mindedness, she ravaged my flesh, claiming each and every inch as hers. She kept changing her strokes keeping me on my toes, so to speak, as her arm kept me pinned against the wall. One moment she wiggled her fingers as deep as she could reach, the next she curled her fingers in some come hither motion, each movement sending new thrills through me. I bit my lip as the heat pooling in my gut sent my muscles quivering in anticipation as I recognized the signs of my impending orgasm. Just about to spill my release onto her fingers my hands traced along the supple valleys of her abs. Following her natural curves to her ass, my fingers sank deep as I was filled with her scent, her fierce possession of my body. My breath hitched as I drew in a ragged lungful of air.

This is turning me on. My mind only now getting in line with what my body had been telling me for awhile. I enjoy being manhandled. The way she's taking what she wants without hesitation... Sploosh. Her overwhelming confidence is something I've always admired and now that she has me in her arms it's definitely arousing.

Her dark nipples brushed little circles across mine as her thrusting grew more forceful, shoving me harder against the wall.

"Yessssss. Right there. Harder, faster. More," I said, barely able to vocalize my scattered thoughts.

My nails dug into her backside as she complied to my monosyllable requests. Her fingers were practically stabbing into me with the force of her thrusts, wet squelching sounds echoing out as my pussy wept with enjoyment. Fluttering around her fingers I could feel my body preparing for the incipient orgasm.

"Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

She didn't.

I convulsed around her finger and her body, my legs wrapping around her waist as my pussy tried it's damndest to milk her hand. She shoved hard and kept caressing me as I shuddered twice, a soundless scream had my parting my lips. I threw my head back as my back arched, grinding it's way into wall. There was a sharp pain between my shoulderblades that was lost in the pleasure of the orgasm. Right as her touch started to overwhelm me, she stopped before I became oversensitive and the pleasure morphed into pain. She pulled back and the fierceness faded from her eyes, replaced with doubt and regret.

Oh no you don't...

"Stephen-" she started saying.

"That was fucking amazing. If I knew you had that in you I would've jumped you years ago Brie." She had the grace to blush, although she did smile and look a little proud.

"No you wouldn't have, but thank you anyway. It was too much too soon," she said letting me down and guiding my shaky legs toward the bed.

"Says who? I think it was just enough at just the right time."

"Really? I didn't hurt you?"

"Maybe a little. But only at the very beginning. Everything after that I was one hundred percent okay with. Although you seem to enjoy holding me down and having your way with me, you saucy minx you. Maybe we should have a safe word before you take me any further down the paths of wickedness."

"Mulberries," she muttered as she straightened out her clothing.

"Say what now?"

"Mulberries, it would work as a safeword. If you think it's okay?"

"Have you thought about this before? Wait, of course you have, you always were the planner. I guess mulberry works for me. Anyway, let's talk about how many times and ways you've imagined me needing a safeword." Pulling her into a hug I laughed a little, having some fun at her expense. She echoed my own laugh as she returned my embrace. I still marveled a little about how right her arms felt around me.

"Maybe later, I'll show you. Right now we need to have a serious discussion."

"Got it. Super cereal time," I said, goofy and still running high on the sex endorphins.

"I mean it, Steph. Buckle down."

"I'm sure you'd like to. Heyoooo. Up high," I said raising my hand for the universal high five.

Brie responded by giving my forehead a swift karate chop with a considerable amount of force.

"Ouch. Fine be that way, grumpy bear." She laughed at my exaggerated frown and crossed arms.

"You're determined to not be serious, aren't you?"

"Why would I want to be serious when I feel this good?"

"Fine. We just need to keep this whole thing you can do secret-"

"What thing?" I interjected. "The thing were I explode in pleasure and turn into a gooey mass of contentment? I hate to tell you this Brie but I think about half the planet can do the same thing." I giggled and she gave me that look. The one that asks, "Are you done yet?" I stuck tongue out at her and started to straighten my clothes which felt strangely tight again.

"Anyway, as I was saying their are certain unscrupulous parties in the world that would do any number of unspeakable things to get their hands on a fountain of eternal youth. We need to avoid notice. Stay under the radar and all that."

"Got it. My lips are zipped. There's only one small problem, probably not worth mentioning, but I'm gonna anyway. How are we going to do that when we look like freaking aliens?" I asked pointing at my black chitinous forearm.

"I've got a plan for that. In fact I should probably call him now and get the ball rolling. Give me a sec and I'll be right back." Brie strolled out of the room, presumably to call her man of mystery to consult on disguises.

I rolled my shoulders experimentally, trying to figure out why this shirt was clinging so tight to me. A back muscle twitched and I felt something flutter underneath my shirt. I had a vague recollection of a splitting sensation coming from the strange lump on my back and I suddenly couldn't rip my shirt off fast enough. My legs churned as I stumbled into my parents bathroom flipping on the lights to examine the new appendages I could feel catching the air. Glittering in the soft yellow light of the fluorescent bulbs were four translucent insectile wings sprouting from between my shoulder blades.

I traced their delicate looking glittering length, shivering as the sensation rang through my brain, my wings fluttering in response under my hand.

This is so strange...

Flexing various back muscles I tried to figure out how to control these new appendages, which remained still with the exception of a phantom twitch here and there. They were fairly sensitive and a lot tougher than they looked as I poked and prodded them. Dark silver veins worked their way like roots throughout the clear membrane, providing little ridges to the otherwise flat plane. I was so enthralled with their look and feel that I missed it when Brie joined me in the bathroom.

"Hey, beautiful. What're you thinking?" She asked, wrapping me up in her embrace.

"How strange this all is. It almost feels like a dream. I mean, I have wings for fucks sake, it doesn't get much stranger than that."

"Bad strange or good strange." She started running her fingers along the edges and I couldn't help but shiver in response, her touch igniting the lust in me.

"Stop that. I can't think straight with you touching me."

"Maybe I don't want you thinking straight? I think, that thinking isn't so great for you, that you should feel as much as I can give you until you're so delirious that you can't think anymore."

"Oh, and you know best do you?" I asked snarkily.

"Yes. I do," she stated. "If you feel otherwise I suggest you do something about it, or else I'm going to devour you where you stand." As we talked Brie had deftly maneuvered me into a corner, where I was bracketed in a prison of her arms.

My heart beat rabbit fast as her predatory eyes held me still, frozen, deer in the headlights style, under her gaze. I juked left and Brie bit, allowing me to dart under her arm as her weight shifted. I poked her in the ribs as I went by and giggled as I scrambled over the messy bed and out the doorway. Skidding a bit on the wooden floor I crashed heavily into the wall before getting my feet underneath me and shooting down the hallway. My feet pitter pattered on the wood as a wild, childlike glee, filled me. Brie was hot on my heels as I reached the stairs, her steps quiet like a panther as she raced after me.

Leaning forward, I took the stairs two at a time, my palms slapping the carpet sharply to keep myself upright. Sparing a quick glance I saw the same wild grin from my face mirrored on hers. My peal of laughter boomed across the vaulted ceiling overshadowing Brie's throaty growl as she closed in on me. For a moment I considered vaulting the bannister onto the couch below, but prudently decided that I wasn't that reckless. Instead, I juked right into the bathroom, I slammed the door behind me as I cowered, locking the door and wedging it closed with my foot.

The door shuddered once under Brie's shoulder, and the knob rattled as she tested it.

"Stephen I think you want to open this door."

"I'm not so sure, I think it's safer for me with a solid piece of wood between us."

"There you go thinking again. I'm giving you three seconds to unlock this door before I huff and puff and blow this door down."

My mind raced.

"One."

Something... Anything... Come on brain, you can do this...

"Two."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I unlocked the door and hurried to the full size bathtub, hiding in it as the door creaked open. Keeping my eyes closed, I tested the two year old peek-a-boo logic that if I couldn't see her she couldn't see me. Listening, I followed her quiet footsteps until she was standing right outside the tube. She stood there in silence, my excited breathing the only sound.

I'm glad it doesn't hurt to lay on my wings, cause otherwise that would be a pain in my... back I guess.

After about a minute she broke the silence.

"What're you doing?"

"Hiding," I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"From whom?"

"A big bad wolf."

"I've heard the wolf isn't quite as big and certainly not as bad as advertised."

"Is that so?"

"I have it on good authority that the wolf is really a puppy, looking for kisses and cuddles."

"Best not to risk it. Safer this way."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Brie said in a sultry tone.

I folded my arms over my chest as I heard the rustle of cloth. A soft pomf came from the corner of the room and arousal swept over me as I imagined her silken skin exposed as she looked down at me. I shivered and rubbed my thighs together, trying to dispel the heat that was starting to pool there. Saliva filled my mouth as felt her eyes darting across my skin, cataloging each of my reactions. Her scent filled the room like a rainforests humidity, dousing me in an
alluring cloud of pheromones, announcing her own arousal about as subtly as if she rubbed my face in her snatch. Man, I wish I was eating her right now. Cracking under the suspense, I squinted an eye.

Brie had somehow managed to hoist herself up on the rim of the tub and was hanging there, suspended a foot above me, a stupid grin plastered across her face. I squeaked as she did a dipping pushup to give me a kiss on the lips. Her naked breasts joined her mouth as they kissed mine, while her newly acquired... unit... gave me a light peck on my abs as it dangled obscured by our combined breasts. Amazed by her strength, I gaped as she bore her entire weight on the tips of her toes and fingers, pecking me again and again. Once I got over my astonishment, I quickly grew frustrated at the fleeting contact she had with me. Deciding to take matters into my own hands I timed one of her dips and wrapped myself around her, clinging tightly with both my arms and legs as I pressed our lips together for a more substantial kiss. She returned the kiss with a passionate fervor that stoked the fire between my legs in wonderful ways. So wrapped up with that thing she was doing with her tongue it took me a couple seconds to realize that she hadn't stopped doing her push ups, only now she was bearing both our weight as she did it.