The next time Erlea woke up, there was only throbbing pain and discomfort coursing through her body. She shuddered from the sensation of being hollow and a longing to be impregnated rose up. Pushing it down, she reached for her pussy and ran her finger along the tightly pressed lips that once again guarded her entrance. Even closed, they were sore along with her insides. With a sigh, she wiped her face opened her eyes.
She was in the bottom of a chasm. In front of her, the crevice opened up into almost a perfect circle that went in a straight line for hundreds of feet at a slight angled up. Dried mud and rocks steamed along the circular depression. At the edges, she could see trees matching the same circular pattern. Except for the fact the wood was burning, it looked like something had blasted the ground to reach her.
She moaned and sat up.
When a sharp agony of a torn wing stopped her, she froze with a gasp and then a tortured sob. She reached up for it but the pain stopped her from moving.
“Don't move,” Tira said as she landed on the ground next to her. Her body was covered in a faint dusting of dust or pollen. Her large breasts jiggled with her impact, the movement sending a cloud of dust pouring down from her tits. She balled up her pack and stuck it behind Erlea, bracing her in place. “Your wing is torn pretty badly but the ridges are okay. If we can find Miere, both of us are hoping she can heal you and you won't suffer any permanent damage.”
Erlea smiled at her. “W-What happened?”
“A king slime, actually.” Tira gestured to the ground.
Following her gaze, Erlea saw the ruins of the massive eyeball that had violated her. It had been slashed, stabbed, hammered, and appeared to be smoking. Her pussy gave a quiver as she remembered how it felt tearing into her.
“There is only one in a zone, a boss fight. Usually it stays near the north, so I don't know why it was down this far.”
“Maybe the Shucks when they came through?”
“Probably. If they killed enough slime, it would be needing to breed more. That make sense. Too bad we were in the way.”
“Now one left?” Erlea sighed.
“I don't think so. We got the baby when it came out and your blast killed the big one and cooked it away. It managed to get you one last time but it didn't survive your blast.” She gestured to the smoking crater.
Surprised, Erlea glanced at the circular blast. “That was me?”
Tira shook her head. “Didn't you know you had a Megascale Area of Effect? That blast was easily a mile long and cooked off half the swamp.”
Erlea's mouth opened in surprise. “A-A mile?”
Tira started to respond and then looked around, her wings fluttering for a moment.
“What's wrong?” asked Erlea.
“Someone's coming.”
With a whimper, Erlea tried to pull up but the pain stopped her.
At the far end of the blast area, she saw Billie storm onto the smoking area. Her hardened feet crunched the ground as she stalked closer. Her arms were blades and dripping with slime.
Behind her, Miere came out from the swamp hovering. She was trailing behind for a little while. Then she seemed to have noticed Erlea and charged forward, her wings buzzing violently.
“Ah, Billie found her. Good.”
Relief flooded Erlea. She was worried about Miere after the fight, the healer/crafter was the weakest member of their little group and she probably couldn't handle being impregnated by the slime.
“Erlea!” gasped Miere as she landed heavily. “Oh, by the hive, your wing!” She dropped to the ground next to Erlea and reached out.
At the healing warmth that flooded through her, Erlea let out a low moan of pleasure. “Oh, that feels good.”
“How is it?” asked Tira. “Any serious damage?”
“I… I don't think so,” Miere said softly. “She tore it pretty badly but I can fix this.” The warmth spread across Erlea. The healer shifted slightly, her soft body pressing against her lovers. “Are you okay?”
Erlea leaned her head on Miere's shoulder. “I am now. I missed you.”
“Aww,” Tira said before she stood up to walk toward the approaching Billie.
Erlea chuckled and kissed Miere's shoulder. “Glad you are safe.”
Miere tensed.
Billie's feet crunched on the ground. “That fucking bitch was hiding!”
The tension in the healer Honningbie redoubled. Her hands shook as she caressed Erlea's wing while healing them. A sniff caught Erlea's attention and she looked over to see tears running down her lover's cheeks.
Billie stopped in front of Erlea. “She was hiding in the last zone. Cowering like a hive-damned little egg with—”
Erlea interrupted the beetle. “That's enough.”
Billie's eyes flashed. “Do you know how many times I got impregnated by that fucking slime? Four times! Four times of waking up with something shoving an arm up my damned pussy like it was some sort of baby store! Four damn times of passing out from being knocked up because that damn bee was too afraid—”
“Enough!” snapped Erlea.
“Like hell!” Billie's arm formed into a sword. “I'm not going to spend the rest of my life as a broken breeder because she—”
“And how was she going to save us?” asked Erlea.
Miere sobbed quietly next to Erlea.
“Well, for starters, if she didn't let you finger her fucking cunt, she would actually be able to learn some useful powers instead of hovering over a fight and whimpering like a whipped goblin! I'm tired….” Billie stopped and then stepped back. “You know what? Fuck this. Just keep that bitch away from me and I'll get away from you damn bees the second I can find a safe place.”
Erlea felt the tension in her wing relax. She gave herself a tentative lean forward. When it didn't hurt, she got to her feet. “Billie, you—”
The beetle girl snapped her sword out, narrowly missing Erlea's nipple before pointing to the side. “No, you listen! Erlea, you have to make a damn choice. Either you send that bee away before she gets us killed or I'm out of here.” Her face twisted in a mask of rage.
Tira opened her mouth.
Billie snapped the toward toward her, stopping only when the point was only inches away from Tira's throat. “Shut it, moth.”
Tira glared back. “You aren't the leader.”
“Our leader is acting like a honey-addicted cunt right now.”
Erlea took a deep breath. “Billie, please stay.”
“Then Miere goes.”
“You know I can't do that.”
“And you know I won't do this. I can't help you save the hive if we are going to spend all our time watching out for a weak-willed bee that couldn't keep her own knees closed! One time is fine but it sucks on the fourth!”
Erlea almost lashed out with a RKA. She clenched her hand and took a deep breath.
Billie's lip peeled back.
“I think,” Erlea started. “Can we make it to Monefuck before we decide?” She turned to Tira. “How far?”
“Three more zones probably? Couple of days? A week?”
Billie rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, filled with raping monsters and swamps?”
Tira shrugged. “Every zone has monsters that will rape up but it's just plains to the north of us until we get into the foothills near Monefuck.”
Erlea held out her hand, palms open. “Please? Four more zones and then we'll decide. Together. All four of us, okay?”
Billie looked back and forth at all three of them.
Miere cringed and stepped back behind Erlea.
“One more,” the beetle girl said pointing her sword at the cowering Honningbie. “You run away one more time and I'm leaving. You understand, cunt?”
Erlea stepped aside to turn and look at her lover. “Miere?”
“I-I'm so sorry,” sobbed the other bee. “I couldn't….”
“I know but we are all in this together. We need to work together. I know why you ran away, but I was worried you were flying too high during the fight myself. Please? Stay close if anything. I can shield you.”
Still crying, Miere nodded. “I'm sorry. I'll… I promise, I'll keep fighting.”
Erlea pulled her into a hug. “Billie?”
“One more time, that's all I have to say.” Billie turned and stalked away.
Tira looked between Billie and Erlea. “I'm going with her so she isn't alone. There are still monsters out there and none of us should be going anywhere by ourselves. That's a good way of getting raped again.”
Erlea glanced at the smoking crater around her. “No, let's get going. I really want to get out of this swamp before something else decides to slime me.”