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Colony.
The word kept repeating in her head. The TARDIS beeped, but her mental voice seemed so far away, so distant. She had to go back. Her whole body was aching, empty. She missed the weight, sitting heavy and low. She rubbed her hand over her stomach, now smooth and flat again, the skin no longer tingling and sensitive. The thought of being thrust full, of swelling and filling and bubbling and fizzing - she shivered. Sweat had soaked her hair and her skin from the laying, and that didn't matter. None of it mattered. Only the empty, aching throb.
So she threw the lever. Only the urge to get back was giving her enough thought to fly. She thought she could taste honey on her lips, and there was a low humming buzz in the back of her head. Drawing her back. Back to the hive, to continue her work. Progenitor. The word felt like her, now. And when the TARDIS landed, the door resisted her, at first. She kept pulling, and the TARDIS gave in, with a low, fearful beep. She stepped outside, and the hum in her head got louder, clearer. Warm. It felt welcoming, and a small frisson of pleasure ran down her spine. Anticipation.
Tendrils reached out. The hive. Touching her mind, recognising her, sending back a wave of understanding. And below her, the ground shifted, and a way into the hive opened, almost like steps. She walked down, back into the sweet, warm air. The glow that she hadn't appreciated before, some natural phosphorescence. No matter what it was, her mind was pushed past it, to the more important thing. Pathways opened in front of her, and she could pick up the myriad messages travelling through the drones. Communication of food, of where larvae were growing, of the special honey they were making. Threats on the surface, where workers were resting, and where the new sections of hive were being built. A million messages, but instead of overwhelming her, she felt like part of it this time. She'd been allowed in.
This time, when she arrived, it was on the ground floor. No peering from the balcony. And there was the queen, her abdomen as swollen as ever on the ground behind her. The Doctor smiled, the warmth in her mind only increasing, the feeling of love and care. She moved in closer, then dropped to her knee. There was a pleased hum around her, the drones in this space buzzing their wings.
"Progenitor." came the murmur, in her mind. "I see you have done well. You have brought us a new world. You bought freedom. And yet ... you return?" the tone was curious, but the Doctor could feel the amusement, and was glad. She lifted her head, throat bobbing a little, staring at the leader in front of her.
"I came for more." she whispered. The buzzing of wings got louder, the drones rising from their place. She could see now, feel into their minds, some of them carrying like she had for the queen, but most of the eggs laid here were from her body - bigger, stronger, they were ready to go into their special honeycombs, to grow into more drones. Not like those the Doctor had carried. "I can take you to more worlds. I can - I can take you -"
She sensed the displeasure on the queen's emotionless face.
"One clutch at a time..." she murmured. "Where are your companions?"
"I - I left them at home. So they wouldn't interfere." she explaind, quickly, "They - they wouldn't be suitable -"
"You lie." the queen sat up a little, and suddenly she could see stingers everywhere, and there was fear. "Two of them, yes, yes, I see in your mind -" she tried to tug up her shields, foggily, but it was far too late - the hive was part of her now, after all. "But the other one. She could try. Human.. we have not tried with humans."
"What happens if - if she can't take it?"
"She dies."
"No. No, not Yaz. I can't have you - she can't die." there was quiet for a few moments, the drones waiting for the queen's decision.
"We will fill you, Progenitor." she said, finally, "And then you will bring this - human - here. And if she is not suitable, then we will not try." she buzzed. "You want her to feel it, do you not? The pleasure? The joy?" the Doctor felt her mind slipping again, slackening. Yes. She wanted Yaz to feel pleasure.
Stumbling upright, she began to peel off her clothes. Drones approached the queen again, eager for her kiss, for the special things it would do to them. She could feel it now, through their connection. As the queen locked lips with the first, she could almost taste the special goo on their lips. The way it sent oft-ignored systems into overdrive, the eggs that grew in them. And she was feeding them copiously, as they gasped and moaned, more pleasure flooding into their bodies. She reached down, unable to help but rub herself, already soaked from what her mind was feeling. The first drone stumbled, holding it's heavy stomach, as the queen shifted to kiss the next one. Eyes fixed on the Doctor, and it stumbled over. She didn't need to be restrained, this time - but they pinned her wrists in one hand, the other biting at her neck.
A moment later she was pushed into a sticky wall. It was heavier, more eager than the last one, and she cried out as her tunnel was thrust into. Soaked, easy access, and he seemed thicker, warmer - maybe she was imagining it. Her body was so desperate, every touch felt like bliss. Deep into her, each thrust striking perfectly, she lifted her legs - finding the bare skin of her back glued to the wall. The tummy rubbed against her clit, each gasp and pant rougher. She wanted to hold him closer, but her arms were stuck in the wall, nothing to do but grip her thighs tighter around his back and moan loudly.
There was another mouth on her neck, another drone, as swollen and desperate as the other one. But she was already full, so he could do nothing but press against her, touching as much of her bare skin as possible.
"Please - yes -" she moaned, tossing her head back - and finding that stuck, too. The bites on her neck got more rough now the skin was bare. A chitinous hand was gripping her breast, stroking the nipples, as her neck was bruised by the second drone. Each thrust rocked her body, and her cries got higher. A finger brushed her clit and she jolted hard, trembling, dripping around him, knowing it was soon -
There was a warmth. More heat, more pressure, and then the first stilled, panting too. His wings kept buzzing, though, as his hips twitched. A burst of fluid inside her, and her eyes opened, shifting to watch her belly this time. The first egg slid into her with it's soft, rolling pressure. It felt good, scraping every part inside her. Inside her skull it was filled with nothing but the pleasant buzzing of drones, and the heat and pleasure of being this breeder. She wanted Yaz to feel this. She would bring Yaz. And then the speed picked up, and after the third egg, she cried out in pleasure. Then there was more. And more. Gasping, she stared at each stretch. Her skin was already so sensitive, but it was getting fuller. And then there was a stilling, a small gush of fluid that hid the roundness of each egg. She'd lost track. Was it ten? It could be more. Her legs were shaking.
The second drone nearly pushed the first out of the way, and he fell onto the floor, spent. But they were already pushing in, and the brush against her clit was enough to make her rise. He thrust hard, slamming her into the honey wall, sinking her a little deeper. She screamed, desperate, begging for more in every language she knew, feeling the sloshing and movement of the eggs. Perfect. What she was made for. He was so eager, he didn't last long - her legs trembled and went limp, forcing the second set of arms to hold onto her as he pressed deep. The eggs pushed in, she could feel the old ones shifting around, the pleasure whiting everything out. She didn't know if this was cumming or something else, but her body throbbed endlessly, unable to perceive anything. All that mattered was she was getting fuller, heavier, her body stretching to it's limits. And she was in bliss.
It took a few moments to realise she was empty. Sealed, belly full and heavy, far heavier than before - a good eight months, if not full term. She breathed deeply but shakily, chest trembling, dangling on the wall with fluid dripping from her legs. When she lifted her head, she was astonished to see the queen in front of her. Several drones were supporting her abdomen so she could move, looking into the Doctor's face. A hand came out, rubbing surprisingly delicately over the full swelling of her egg-filled belly. The pleasure of the touch almost wiped her out.
"You are perfect," buzzed the words in her head, "You are made for this. Bring us more." something was in her mouth and she sucked instinctively, tasting something like honey, creamy and sweet and filling. It made her mind blank, and she drank until she couldn't. "Rest, progenitor. Rest." whispered the queen, and the Doctor gave up, letting her head slump, slipping into warm, safe dreams. Only one thing kept pushing in her mind -
Bring Yaz here.