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Vore Vs. - Page 32 - Dash forwards on the ground. - By CuddleSlut - Overview
You rush forwards, pursuing the crafty insect, when she suddenly switched direction and plunges towards you stinger first. You try to leap back and evade, but you simply can't change direction in time, and Q. Bee's stinger stabs into your thigh and injects you with her venom. Your eyes water in pain as you feel the invading toxin move through you, and your thigh begins to swell. You try to regain your balance, but he pain of the venom has broken your focus, and the swelling has made your footwork sluggish.

Q. Bee smiles and rushes forwards to finish you off. Two kicks slam into you ribs, and a low stringer strike knocks your feet out from under you. You fall flat on your face, battered and poisoned, and struggle to push yourself back up. Q. Bee summons a swarm of bees, who gather an immense blob of honey into her hands. The syrupy, golden blob is larger than your entire body. You look up in horror and try to scramble away as Q. Bee hurls the honey-blob onto you. Honey splatters all over you, engulfing you from head to toe, the sticky goo blinding you and slowing your movement to a sluggish crawl. Q. Bee cheerfully hums to herself as she hovers towards you, and all you can do is struggle vainly against the sticky hold of her honey.

The insect grabs your shoulders and picks you up. Her warm, slimy tongue darts out to lick some honey from your cheek. "Mmmmm... I made you yummy. Time to gobble you up!"

Q. Bee's drooling maw stretches to a terrifying width, and she slides your head inside. You squirm and struggle against Q. Bee's grip, but between the sticky honey and the insect's inhuman strength, you have no hope of breaking free now. Q. Bee tongue ravaged your and her cheeks pump around your head, giving little moans and buzzes of pleasure as she takes your candied body in deeper, sliding your head down her throat. Her tongue prods at your honey-coated breasts as she takes your chest into her mouth. You blush at this humiliating fate, slathered up with honey like a Christmas ham and swallowed up without a second thought by this bizarre monster. Your struggles grow weaker as you slide deeper, your head entering Q. Bee's stomach, as you realize this is the end for you. Hindered by venom and honey, you can't even put up a fight any more. There's nothing left but to wait for Q. Bee to send you to your gruesome fate.

Q. Bee happily gulps down her human meal, taking extra care to nibble on your toned ass and savor the sweet-and-salty flavor of your crotch. You squirm and give an unhappy moan as the insect's tongue probes at your pussy. Mercifully, Q. Bee only licks your crotch enough to fluster you before she moves on to swallowing your pale, toned legs. Her lips reach your ankles, and you know this is the end for you. One last swallow sends your feet down her throat, and Q. Bee takes a seat, the yellow and black stripes on her belly stretched and distorted by the huge meal in her stomach.

Q. Bee pats her stomach with a happy little buzz. "Mmm, you were yummy. You fought like you really didn't want this... but humans are food for Soul Bees. That is how it is, how it was, how it always will be. Accept it. You're food."

Crammed into the slimy confines of the humanoid insect's stomach, you can't seem to muster much of an argument. After all the fights you've survived, this will be your end, bubbling away in Q. Bee's belly, your foul remains excreted and forgotten. If you couldn't stop Q. Bee, will anyone else be able to do any better against this natural-born predator? Especially after she absorbs your strength to fuel her own? Despair grips you, and you cease your struggles, waiting for the inevitable suffocation and digestion to set in.

A strange thought reaches you as you teeter on the verge of unconsciousness, starved of oxygen, your vision dimming. "They... called me the Killer Bee, once..."

Q. Bee titter and buzzes, her stomach walls vibrating against you. "Foolish human. We all know who the real killer bee is here."

You pass out in the sour, humid darkness of Q. Bee's gullet as her stomach acids begin to break down your candied body. The honey you're covered in gives Q. Bee a pleasant sugar rush as she digests and absorbs it, along with the fatted outer layer of your body. As her stomach walls squeeze and churn you, your form grows messier by the minute, your features melting into a chunky mush. After a while, mush is all that's left, no sign that Q. Bee's stomach contents were once a woman. And yet, your torment is not yet over.

Your consciousness begins to rise from your utterly digested body, the silvery wisp of your soul ready to depart into whatever afterlife awaits... but you can't. Something won't let you, and you find yourself still anchored to Q. Bee's gullet. Existential panic grips your soul, as you feel aspects of you dropping away, your memories, your thoughts, your feelings. Even your identity is melting away now inside of Q. Bee's greedy guts. You realize that Q. Bee is not merely digesting your body, but digesting your soul. By the time this occurs to you, too much of your soul has already melted away for you to even feel horrified by this fact. Not long after, your soul has been utterly digested, sending you to a gastrointestinal oblivion.

With no trace of your body or soul still present, your degraded remains begin to drain into Q. Bee strange, inhuman bowels, your nutrients drawn out to fatten the hungry bee as you slide along towards the end of her intestinal tract.

Q. Bee blows out a strange, resonating fart, half-way between flatulence and a buzz, and smiles, groping her fatted tits. "You fed me well. Time to let out the rest."

Q. Bee squats and raises her stingered tail, her cheeks spreading as a fleshy pucker comes into sight between her smooth, purple ass-cheeks. Q. Bee grunts quietly, and blows a wet fart, flecking the ground beneath her with a fine layer of waste. Q. Bee's inhuman digestive system has reduced you to a strange mess, yellow in color, wet and slightly chunky, almost like mustard. She continues farting, splattering your sloppy remains onto the ground in spurts and bursts. The last bits of you squirt out between Q. Bee's cheeks, leaving you as nothing but a smelly, yellow puddle of shit on the jungle floor.

Q. Bee looks down at your destroyed remains, admiring her work with satisfaction. "Don't worry, human. You won't be lonely for long. Soon, all your kind will be nothing but wet poop, squirting out our asses."

Q. Bee moves on to her next opponent, thoughts of how she will soon feast on the human race buzzing cheerfully through her head.
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