It had been raining for weeks and Shaylor was getting tired of it. She pulled her raincoat a little closer, trying not to get wet or accidentally step in any puddles as she quickly moved down the sidewalk on the way home. The rain evoked a pleasant smell, an earthy scent from nearby lawns and gardens, as well as taking away the smog of cars and pollution from the air. Sipping from a warm foam cup, she turned her gaze up along the apartments, watching them slowly giving way to woodlands as she travelled home.
“Oof”
“Excuse me…?” Shaylor hinted.
They didn’t reply, simply shuffling to get past her faster. Shaylor turned her head to watch the young fox sprinting along the path behind her, eager to avoid confrontation or an apology for bumping into her. The bigger cities got, the less prevalent it seemed manners became and Shaylor had half a mind to sprint after her. 
A caveat of being taller than average, they always walked close, using her wings like were a public umbrella; Shaylor made note to give them a good shake the next time someone pushed through beneath them. Bitterly, she squeezed her emptied drink and tossed it in between the trees. 
Home was upon Shaylor now and she eagerly hurried inside. However, it was dark, late, and she felt too grumpy to eat after her encounter with the fox earlier. So, after undressing and cleaning off, she was quick into bed, staring at the alarm clock in a furious “I’ll accelerate time to make tomorrow come faster by hating you” sort of glare.

However, she was distracted as out of the corner of her eye flying insects were bumping at the window, trying to get away from the moisture and rain. The only thing their efforts netted them was becoming coated in water and sticking pitifully to the sill and glass. Putting her anger briefly aside, she turned her head, but the rain was still quite furious and the desperate creatures were swept away.

Much like her life really. She needed to let it go, or be swept away too she thought herself. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Tomorrow’s another day, maybe it’ll be better if I get a good rest.”

After a few hours more like this, she was finally given respite.
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The air now had a beautiful earthy smell in it, brought out by the rain in the days earlier. But aside from that scent and the odd puddle, you wouldn’t know it with the clear, bright, and sunny weather that simply made nature sparkle, and look its best. It was a great day to be out walking, Shaylor thought to herself, purposefully making her way back home after going in to town for a few odds and groceries. 
Coming up over a rise in the path, she started to whistle, thinking that a pair of headphones would have been a better way to enjoy the day if she had remembered. As she drew closer to the peak of the hill, a huge white canvas tent started to come into view, as well as flashing barriers and people in hazmat suits walking around them. Surrounding the tents were blackened trees, burned to charcoal and ashes, which were all enclosed by hazard tape on poles.

“What the hell..?” She uttered to herself incredulously.

One of the suited individuals noticed her staring and walked up the short distance to greet her. But Shaylor spoke first, interrupting whatever he was about to say.
“What is all this? Has there been a murder?!”
The suited fox seemed bemused by this, even though he’d been interrupted, chuckling.
“No, no murder ma’am. We’re simply here to take care of a little clean up.”
“A clean up?”
“Yes, been some illegal dumping of chemicals around here. It’s not too bad, but we are going to have to make sure it’s cleaned thoroughly and nobody passes through this way for a while”
Behind him a pair of suited men rounded the corner, unmistakably patrolling with rifles strapped to their backs as they walked along the perimeter of the tents and workers. Further in the distance, bright plumes of fire went up. They were burning sections of the forest. The fox must have noticed Shaylor’s jaw drop because he quickly spoke again.
“…wwwwwhhhich is why I’m asking you to kindly leave.”
That brought Shaylor back to her senses.
“What? For how long?! I live here, my house is only a little way further up.”
“Yes! I’ve seen your place. Quite interesting.”
“…interesting?”
The fox reined in his enthusiasm a little, realising he’d said a bit much. Warding off visitors wasn’t a usual part of his duties clearly, and he seemed eager to be back to the tents.
“Yes! Anyway, you’ll need to find a temporary place to stay. Goodbye!”
Shaylor went to grab the fox’s paw, intent on hearing a bit more about what was going on and explaining how the ‘temporary accommodation’ idea could be thrust upon someone, but one of the guards stiffened, visible even through his hazmat suit.

“Step away.”
Shaylor threw her hands up dismissively, turning to walk back down the path where she came. She’d find out more of this later. She could hear the fox’s voice again distantly in the tents, quite excited but indistinct.
Breathing deeply to stay calm, Shaylor looked up towards the sky wondering what she should do, now that she’d been kicked out of her own home for an indeterminate amount of time. Whatever was going on was really was quite strange, and she was disgruntled that that they were not going to at least arrange a temporary place for her to stay. Who the hell did they think they were?! Shaylor didn’t get a lot of time to think about it however; the unmistakable sound of an engine was coming along the road from behind interrupting her thoughts. Stepping off the path so as not to be run over, a large white van spattered with mud came up beside her. It struggled through the puddles with poorly suited on-road tires before the door was flung open, revealing yet another fox in a hazmat suit.

“Hello there! On second thought, we’d like to have a chat!” He clapped his hands together eagerly, producing an odd squeak from his rubber gloves.
“What do you want to know?”
“Oh no, too much to ask here. We need you to come back with us, so you can tell us all about your ‘interesting’ house like I said before”
“I wasn’t hatched yesterday. Ask me here, and…” She paused for a moment, her eye ridges furrowing in thought “Wait a minute... like YOU said before? That was the other guy”
He paused for a moment “Yes! You’re right, HE wants you back for questioning.” He leaned, gasping with an expression of horror and looking over her shoulder.
Shaylor raised an eye ridge “Yeaaah, I’m not falling for that.”
“Then fall for this!” He drew a pistol with a small tank of black spheres attached atop it and promptly started firing as Shaylor scrambled to get away in shock and surprise. Several of the black orbs hit her before she even got more than a few feet and the effect was near instant. Her limbs lost mobility and coordination as she sluggishly toppled, her legs failing her. Fortunately, the ground was soft but Shaylor had passed out before she even hit the ground.

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“Wake up! I’ve made you tea.” A fuzzy orange finger prodded her cheek. “Yes, you! I can see you’re just pretending now” Seizing the moment, Shaylor went to bite that finger off, but only managed to snap at the air and flop in her bed. Her bed? She blinked, opening her eyes and feeling the familiar sheets in her weak paws.
“Hey that wasn’t nice! I said I made you tea even. I’m going to have to expect a bit more cooperation from you, or more darts!”
“Whadff yoop wan me fur?” Hearing Shaylor try to speak still drugged, the fox giggled.
“We. We want to know how your infestation is going!”
“…waff?” Shaylor answered.
“Waffsps. Wasps. Close?” He leaned over her, an unsurprising grin from ear to ear coming into view.
“The wasps are very interesting to us! We’ve never seen another telepathic species before” It was another voice in the room, struggling to sit up Shaylor lifted her head to look at the group of foxes looking at her. Two were quite muscular as they stood in their hazmat guard attire, while the others were wearing typical surgical scrubs. The closest one held the tea up to her, kindly helping her to take a sip. It seemed to help ease the effects of the darts from earlier, though she was still a little beyond holding the cup herself.
“Tele.. telepaffic?”
“Yes” “We” “Are” “Of” “One” “Singular” “Mind” “In” “Many bodies.” “One collective mind” Each spoke a word in turn flawlessly, even as they continued their duties, examining her and a monitor they’d set up in the bedroom.
“How’s that even remotely possible?”
“Remotely possible. Good choice of words! We’re clones, it’s very hit and miss, but when we create a new clone of ourselves, there’s a chance that the clone will be produced attached to our mind. We ourself, don’t know how it works or myself? It’s all very confusing really... Err… But we’re getting closer to finding out how it works! That’s why these wasps are so damn interesting. When they infect tissue and burrow inside, briefly all the infected are telepathic, serving the swarm! Until they well… have multiple allergic reactions and die. So, tell me Shaylor, are you still well because of the stronger immune system in dragons?”
“What are you talking about?”
He gestured with an exasperated look and waved his paw backwards at her house behind him “Shaylor, we want to know why you are not dead. Real hard to examine hive minds in creatures that keep dying.”
Shaylor paused, “Wait… you think I’m…” She trailed off, unsure as to their intentions “I haven’t had contact with any wasps. I only saw that there were some bugs on my window during the rain last night…”
“Go on…”
“They were just bouncing against the glass last night before and sticking wetly to it. They couldn’t move during the rain”
“So what you’re saying is you’re not infected?”
“Yeah… Yay me?”
“Not yay… But we can make it so.”
Shaylor quickly realized the implications of him saying that, and wanted no part in being infected. She swiftly ran over the window, pulled the lever on it, and rolled through, landing in the mud, shouting “No thanks!”
“Good luck! And may the odds be… no we’re not doing this” The window snapped shut, and a huge angry buzzing roared into being. Lifting her head, she looked around and saw the heavy barriers that had been erected around the house to both contain her and the wasp brood. Unknowingly she had played right into their hands, her escape route putting her right into the wasp swarm. Apparently, they had already been planning on throwing her outside as she was trapped between the house and a canvas/mesh wall they’d erected.
“Ack!” Shaylor slapped one of the wasps that stung right on her left nipple, deliberately targeting the soft flesh between her scales. She’d hadn’t even time to get up and get collected before being stung! The welt was almost immediate, her teat growing puffy and engorged. Shaylor gave the sting a half curious, half soothing rub and droplets of milk formed, weeping through it. Their venom was clearly potent, though its effects were strange if it induced lactation.

Not wanting more stings, Shaylor started looking for a way out. While the barrier engulfing her place was only canvas to control the wasps, they were backed behind by a strong chain link so she could do little more than shake it. “Eep! Not again!” Another wasp had injected its venom, this time into her drooping length… she didn’t even remember getting hard! She looked down to her own cock bewildered and in a haze. It was getting harder and harder to stand, her movement felt sluggish like the drugs before… but boy did she feel hot! The skin beneath her scales was on fire, not painfully so, but rather with a pleasant bubbling centred around the two stings she’d received. They were making her teat distend and bulge oddly while her cock now felt beyond the hardest it had ever been while the scent of her own musk came from it. She looked up at the windows, her mind in a daze as she thought that surely the foxes smelt it… and wanted it. She moved back toward her house and hammered on the door, but there was no response.

The wasps kept stinging her, and she almost enjoyed it as with each sting she felt more at peace. She started to not care what was going on, and felt even more aroused, if that was even possible. She’d slumped against the door now, and beneath her house, she could see all the papery mounds the wasps had built. Idly, she watched an especially large wasp walking around her groin, trying to make sense of what was going on and what there creatures even wanted from her. The, by now, pleasant feeling of the sting was hardly a deterrent from their nests. As the wasp made its way to the tip of Shaylor erect pointed shaft, it suddenly plunged its abdomen into her drooling cumslit. She reached to grab it, “No don’t sting in there… aaah!” Something was coming out of it; this time not venom. It was birthing something directly into the head of her shaft and she couldn’t will her muscles to stop it. After a moment, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to stop it; it felt good as whatever was inside her was wiggling continuously, thrashing about as it wriggled in further, hitting all her inner nerves. It was desperate to be free of its mother and squirm deeper. The young creature was bulbous grub, inching deeper in a similar fashion to a caterpillar, towards the base of her shaft.
Shaylor was panting, gasping for air like she herself was birthing. As the creature finally made its way to the base of her cock, another was already being inserted. More of the larger wasps were descending on her as well, fighting for a place at the entrance of her shaft, forming queued clouds around her, concentrating at her groin. Occasionally one would sting her breasts, or pause to drink of her weeping milk, but they seemed far less interested in her mammaries than her hard on. The larger wasps pressed their abdomens as deeply as their fat bodies would allow, squeezing more of the squirming grubs into Shaylor’s shaft, pushing them deeper like a steady stream. She felt wriggling bodies through nearly all her inner plumbing, all at once, with no end in sight. However, they seemed confused inside her, balling up within her prostate as if they wanted to go deeper, but were staying back from the acidity of her bladder. They formed a large mass that blocked any further progression and enlarged the organ from within. Occasionally there were zinging bites, but they quickly let go and didn’t seem to have much in the way of fangs or venom. Nevertheless, Shaylor was clawing the heavy wooden door behind her, leaving marks in her beautiful home. She couldn’t cum though, not through the massive plug of larva, and her internal balls were feeling immensely backed up from the stimulation. Maybe it was the drugs or the actual obstruction, but that unstoppable feeling of jizzing hadn’t come about yet.

The wasps seemed to have sensed something was not right, the smaller type of insect zipping in to sting her shaft like she was to blame. She tried to swat them away, but it was too much effort with her being drugged and stung into a daze. All her arm did was sort of lazily flop about like she had slept on it. They seemed insistent on the urethra however, pushing their stingers all around her glans until it was somewhat distended and open. Some of the wasps started to grow braver, forging the way deeper for the others by ducking in their ticklish antennae coated heads and stinging along it, until the whole passage was stretched, their stings swelling and opening her urethra even further. Shaylor had internal testes, and once the wasps pushed through the mass of grubs plugging her prostate, they continued deeper, leading the grubs up along her vas deferens with their girth granting stings to her tunnels. Shaylor grasped her belly, feeling the multiple living bodies that were moving through her. The wasps had wiggled into her testes, and the sensitive orbs were expanding quickly as the larval grubs spilled into her internal testes, latching onto the walls to feed. They were so great in number that they forced her balls to expand quickly while the wasps were already assembling combs. The larger, birthing wasps were entering now, their longer, larger bodies having to be pushed along through her shaft and prostate by numerous drones. Suddenly, Shaylor’s testes shifted, passing the point of too large and heavy to be contained. They spilled out of her body, distending her groin into a mock scrotum, buzzing with internal life.

Many of the wasps were travelling from the large hive beneath her home, some carrying small golden spheres with them, which they poked into her cumslit. They were too large for just hatching the grubs, evidently meant for a larger member of their strange hive. Even with her enormous urethral dilation from the wasp’s venom, they were struggling to slide them along. It was a smooth, cool change after so many wriggling bodies, stings and pointy torsos. Rather than take them to her over inflated balls, they were slid through her prostate and pressed up against the entrance to her bladder. Multiple wasps fought and pressed, slowly building pressure and gaining traction as the egg passed its wide point and suddenly slid quickly into her bladder. Shaylor exhaled, deeply moaning shortly after, the pressure briefly alleviated before the next egg was inserted. Several eggs later her belly bulged, firm with the many lumps in her bladder. Shaylor looked down at herself, seeing that she looked quite pregnant, and that her balls were massive. Strangely, they weren’t just expanding, but lengthening, like she was growing a new tail with a distinct point, the flesh darkening with a reflective shine.

Behind her, beneath the house a creature moaned, tearing itself free from the centre of the hive. Shaylor turned, her eyes widening. It was a wasp… but it was nearly as large as she was! The creature shuddered, groaning again and dragging itself free from beneath the house slowly. “Mhrrff hello there! How are you coming along?” The creature asked pleasantly, accentuating its words with a buzzing sound deep within its thorax. Shaylor was still in bliss, and the venom still had her thinking and moving slow “Wow...” The giant wasp chuckled, shifting quicker until it was kneeling in front of her. Waving the smaller wasps away from Shaylor’s shaft, the creature grasped it without hesitation, gently working an egg that was still inside it down using its four paws. “Mmm you look quite good… the only thing you lack is a queen in you. I hope you have room still. You don’t even have a fever, you might not be allergic to us.” The wasp leaned, extending a long black tongue with an opening at the tip, dragging it up Shaylor’s shaft. Shaylor squirmed backwards, not sure she trusted the creature and feeling over stimulated as well but it was insistent, and it did feel good. The tongue wound its sticky length around her own equally sticky spire, pressing between the ridges as it dragged up and down hotly. Slowly it made its way up to her cumslit, tracing a circle around her urethra and savouring it. Gently, and at least comparatively slow to the other wasps, it forced its tongue inside, bulging the underside of her cock massively as it moved down toward the base quickly. It seemed having no problem in winding its way through her bulging prostate, beneath the weight of her eggy bladder and into one of her bloated testes.

A strange feeling overcame Shaylor, finally after so much swelling and pressure, she could cum! But only from one teste… and with much more force than normal from the extra sucking of the wasp’s proboscis. She roared, her cum rushing through that strange muscular tube, which rippled within her cock and prostate. Some of the wasps were forced along the flow of cum, swallowed by their larger counter part, but the combs and grubs in her nut held tight. In spite of her massive release, she hardly lost any girth from her balls. Pulling its tongue back, the wasp grinned, as best one can with large mandibles. Flicking its tongue against her shaft and teasing her, Shaylor saw that her cum was now tinted with the beginnings of honey production, smelling absurdly sweet as her seed drooled from the giant wasp’s tongue opening over her shaft. Slowly it sank its tongue in again, this time finding her other teste while Shaylor roared in delight, hips thrusting upwards and spilling her load. She wasn’t sure, but she could swear the wasp’s belly was bulging more with her honeyed seed.
“It’s time” The wasp said, speaking surprisingly well for a creature with its tongue balls deep in the dragon’s shaft. She might’ve imagined it, but the voice seemed to come from within her mind. Pulling its tongue back again, the creature repositioned itself, standing above Shaylor where she leaned against the door and letting the dragon look at the wasp’s strange genitalia. It had a dark obsidian, canine-like shaft which dripped golden slime from the tip, and its balls had formed into a wasp like abdomen with a translucent gooey stinger. Using its lower set of paws, it caressed Shaylor’s breasts while offering its shaft for Shaylor to taste. It smelled very sweet and musky as she drew closer. The wasp stroked her reassuringly, coaxing small trails of milk from her nipples. Shaylor kissed the shaft tentatively, finding the honeyed cum quite delicious and starting to obligingly suck. Distracted, Shaylor didn’t notice the stinger and the creatures elongated balls had repositioned until the soft stinger was upon her shaft, drawing it inside so she could see her own shaft through the translucent membranes. Heavy contractions took place within, tugging and milking her shaft so hard she was a little worried it might be pulled off. The wasp panted heavily, clawing at the door. A huge amount of watery honey was washing all over the dragon’s shaft, much of it forcing its way inside and giving her balls and internal passages a bloated feeling.

Long feelers and huge insectoid arms quested about in the wasps abdomen, feeling their way toward Shaylor’s shaft in the translucent stinger. When the arms found her shaft, they pried it open to the limit. A wasp that was nearly as large as the whole abdomen pushed its head into her cocktip. She groaned as her urethra swelled to contain the massive wasp, the honey letting it stretch wide enough, but only barely. This new, much more massive wasp was so much larger than all the previous wasps that it only moved millimetres at a time as it worked its body around inside her. Shaylor sucked the spire in her mouth, almost biting it from the sensations in her own shaft, the queen wasp entering her having to lift the eggs in Shaylor’s bladder up to get past them and through her prostate. The wasp birthing it into her clutched the dragon’s breasts tightly, seeming similarly overloaded with sensation, giving a long deep hiss as it transferred the queen into her. Finally, it started to enter one of her testes, passing the midpoint and sinking quickly inside. Howling, the wasp finally sprayed its remaining honeyed load into Shaylor’s maw, before collapsing beside her.
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The day after, Shaylor awoke and found herself both alert and properly in control of her body once more. The wasps still occasionally stung her when she did something they didn’t like, such as block access to her cock while they were continually moving in and out it, but the venom seemed to have lost its numbing effect. 
She edged herself backwards, sitting up against her door again where she’d slumped and getting a look over the bizarre mutation of her body. Most notable was her prominent balls, several feet in length, like a tail, or perhaps she should say ball as her testes seemed to have merged into the one larger sensitive chamber. Occasionally she could feel the movements of the shifting queen, birthing large eggs that were carried to Shaylor’s bladder to hatch into the larger grub birthing drone-breeders. A chitinous shell had also surrounded her elongated sac, although gaps in the plating and newly grown muscles allowed her to flex her it. Lastly, upon the tip, a sort of opening was forming. It had not yet grown to its full size, but it had the beginnings of a stinger, much like the larger wasp still passed out beside her. The transformation was spreading from where it had all started in her groin, black chitin pushing the scales off between her thighs, nubs like new horns sprouting on her skull… presumably for those telepathic antennae. Even small claws had burst free from her sides, the beginning of a new set of arms.
The large wasp was still with her, slumped beside her but not looking so well after their transfer. She gave him a prod “Hey!”
“Bluh…”
“I know who you are”
Slyly the wasp grinned again as it turned to her face, “And when did you work it out? Before or after the sex?”
Shaylor growled, “Why not test these creatures on yourself if you have so many bodies?”
He sighed, coughing “That was entirely the point… to waste less of my bodies. I can clone myself, but only about one in twenty of the bodies are successful. I need new bodies to stay alive as they age, and each one increases my ability to think faster and remember things. As my mind expanded, I cared more about the clones that weren’t successful. I can’t look after so many copies, and I can’t keep dumping them to foster homes. I need a 100% success rate. Like these wasps have.”
“And what about my life?”
“Like I said earlier… it seems like you’re not allergic”
“You didn’t know that! Let’s see if the rest of YOUR bodies are allergic!”
“Shaylor what are…” He paused, eyes wide in horror.
Shaylor had removed a backdoor key from under the doormat.