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Capo entered the woods with a cheerful tune on his lips and a woven basket in his paw. The mink was on a quest to fill the basket with many tasty mushrooms. He didn't spend much time at the forest's edge, though, because he knew that the biggest and most delicious treats didn't grow there, among the saplings and bushes, but among the largest and oldest trees deeper within the woods. So he quickly made his way into the heart of the forest. After about an hour, his exploration was crowned with success. At the foot of a towering redwood tree, he discovered a giant brown mushroom, the cap's diameter challenging the size of his forearm. The delicious monstrosity overshadowed what he had plucked at the wayside many times over, and the mere thought of sauteing it with herbs and butter made his muzzle water. However, the moment he bent forward to cut it off, a loud buzzing interrupted him.

A cold shiver ran down Capo's spine as the harsh noise drilled into his skull, and he knew immediately what was coming for him. He dropped his basket and whirled around to face the incoming creature. A towering black-and-yellow blur rushed toward him, an insect that was as tall as he was, a giant wasp!So the stories about them were true after all! He had believed that they were fictitious horror stories to keep the kids out of the forest, but it sounded like he was mistaken! How ironic that the day he discovered that colossal treasure of a mushroom also marked the day he encountered one of those nightmares.

The mink sluggishly raised his arms to protect himself, but to no avail. The insect had already reached him and moved in for the attack. Capo clawed at the buzzing attacker, but it evaded his paw with ease and reciprocated the favor with a thrust of its abdomen, driving its tapered stinger into his thigh. The sting lasted only a second, but with it, a splash of the monster's potent venom entered the mink's bloodstream. The damage was done, and over the following minutes, it would slowly take effect.

At first, the mink didn't even feel the sting. High on adrenaline and with his heart racing in his chest, his brain entered a primal fight-or-flight state, and any pain was secondary. With a snarl, he wanted to strike at the striped bug again, but then he caught sight of its alien face, and his fur rose up. The wasp's black, multi-faceted eyes peered at him free of any emotion, and its paw-sized mandibles clicked and twitched menacingly, a strange, goopy liquid drooling from its pitch-black maw. It was the giant embodiment of a hungry, uncaring predator, one that had twice as many legs as its prey to fight and grapple with. Capo swiftly realized that he would lose a direct confrontation with such a beast, so in a hasty change of plans, he turned tail and started running for his life. Not looking back once, he dashed through the underwoods, but the wasp's deafening buzz remained in his ears with unwavering intensity.

The flying monster had little trouble keeping up, and it didn't even attempt to assault its prey further. It simply followed Capo while the effects of the potent poison spread and weakened him. At first, it was just a distracting burn that slowly engulfed the mink's body. But soon, the effects became more harrowing. His vision blurred, a high-pitched ringing droned in his ears, and his limbs grew infinitely heavy. His steps became more sluggish by the moment until his legs failed to obey altogether and his desperate escape found an abrupt end. Capo tripped over a stray root and slammed onto the forest floor. Luckily, the soft bedding of fallen redwood needles softened the blow, but it couldn't make his pursuer disappear, and he knew that this was it. He was done for.

The wasp's venom still wasn't done with its victim. It continued to rage through the mink's body and drained all energy from his muscles. It took him all his strength just to roll onto his back, and when the heavy insect finally landed on him, he was no longer even able to lift his paw to defend himself. In the face of the multi-eyed monster, he would now experience what had happened to all those who never returned. His life flashed before his eyes, and Capo whimpered as it bent over his neck, expecting his demise. At least, there was no pain when its mandibles finally snapped together.... but then he heard them click again, and again. Nervously peering down, he realized that instead of severing an artery and killing him, the insect was just cutting through his shirt, quickly working its way down to his belt. In one final act of defiance, the mink attempted to pull at the wasps teetering antennae, but it just lazily batted his paws away and didn't even bother to stop what it was doing. And with that, his last attempt was foiled because the poison had finally paralyzed him for good.

Without having to worry about his resistance anymore, the wasp calmly progressed to Capo's pants, cutting through the fabric like a hot knife through butter. And yet, it was so gentle that its mandibles didn't even graze the mink's skin for some reason.

Once all his attire was cut open, the wasp hastily pulled and tugged it off Capo's limp body until he lay there in the fur and entirely at its mercy. It rubbed its forelegs in thieving joy. At least that's what it looked like to the male before it crawled back over him and came closer than ever.

The arthropod's yellow chitinous face hovered just an inch over the mink's muzzle, and its emotionless black eyes stared right into his soul while it spread its mandibles and closed them around his snout in a nasty kiss. Something firm and slimy throbbed against Capo's lips; the beast's tongue was demanding access to his muzzle. He wanted to shake his head, bite its disgusting tongue and spit in its face, but in his paralysis, he could only whimper and gag in horror as the prehensile organ slipped between his lips, slithered through his muzzle, and thrust down his throat. But the alien tongue-kiss was only the beginning, as it proceeded to drool right into his defenseless maw. Its warm saliva streamed over his tongue like corrupted nectar and coated his taste buds with a sweet, pungent aroma, and with that slimy tongue gaping his neck, he was forced to swallow every last drop.

While the wasp's strange drool stewed inside Capo's stomach, it continued to make out with him in a surprisingly sensual fashion. It withdrew its tongue far enough to let him breathe and coiled it around his tongue, sucking on it playfully while its mandibles caressed his whiskers and its middle legs brushed over his dense brown belly fur. There was no anger, roughness, or hurry, only patience as the creature enjoyed itself with its helpless prey.

The wasp's unexpected affections distraught the mink more than everything else. This was the complete opposite of a violent death, but he knew it wouldn't let him go after making out with him either. What was it up to? Capo gasped when the insect's abdomen touched his thigh, but instead of stinging him again, it started to languidly rub it against him. Initially, the action confused him even more, but as the wasp broke the kiss and lifted its body off of him, he finally saw what it was grinding against him.

A thick pink tube had grown from the rear of the wasp's striped, swollen abdomen and slithered along his leg. It looked a lot like a big fleshy worm, but then he saw a bulge passing through it before the tip split open and spat out a slimy, white sphere. The realization took a moment to sink in, but as soon as it hit him, it hit him hard. That penis was an ovipositor, the wasp was a female full with eggs, and it had chosen him to be its host. It was going to fill him with eggs!

A wave of horror surged through Capo's brain, but it was immediately challenged by another, completely unexpected sensation. The monster's saliva was finally taking effect, noticeably heating up his body and tainting his mind with diffuse but inexplicably lusty thoughts. A formidable fight between fear and lust erupted in his mind, thrusting him back and forth between shivering in terror and sweating from arousal. His penis was swelling and growing while he clenched up in fearful anticipation, but his struggle didn't interest the bug in the slightest. It was here for one reason and one reason alone.

The wasp reached around its victim and hooked its claws under his back, pulling him over onto his belly. Once the mink was in the perfect position for mounting, it dropped on his back and closed its three pairs of legs around his torso in an oppressively tight hug. This time, the insect wasn't gentle, its chitin carapace grinding and chafing against Capo's skin as it spread its wings and crudely lifted him up on all fours.

With the monster on his back, Capo couldn't see what it was doing anymore and couldn't hear anything but the droning buzz of its wings while it kept him steady. The wasp ruthlessly took advantage of his situation. It guided its throbbing ovidick between his legs and thrust forward without warning. The rigid tip rammed into his unprepared asshole, and thanks to the paralysis, he was just loose enough to take the first inch.

The mink had anticipated the penetration, but although he braced himself the best he could, he wasn't prepared for it. He hissed with pain, and tears shot into his eyes, but he was too weak to even scream. Even when the wasp started thrusting with reckless abandon and threw his brain in utter turmoil, his reaction was minuscule. His jaw dropped open, but only a feeble groan and a strand of spit passed his lips while the assault shook his body to the core.

The first few thrusts were the most painful as the buzzing monster did its worst to force its swollen ovipositor into Capo's tight butt, wrenching inch after inch inside his rectum. The mink teetered at the brink of a blackout throughout the breaking. His vision was blurry and filled with black spots, his breath hitched, and his thoughts were torn apart in a flash storm of misguided stimulation. His ring burned from the dry insertion, and his prostate screamed from the pummeling, but the buzzing nightmare never stopped; it only rammed him even harder.

Fortunately, the initial agony subsided considerably as the wasp flooded Capo's insides with a warm, slimy liquid. Whatever its rod was spitting inside him there, at least it lubricated his channel, relaxed his sphincter muscle, and numbed the pain. However, while it made the rape a little more bearable for him, it also made it easier for the insect to batter its still-swelling ovidick inside him. Somehow, its fat appendage was still growing bigger, filling and stretching the mink's ass to its absolute limits while its owner hammered him in a feral frenzy that outmatched even a wolf's rutting pace.

As the mind-breaking pain finally weakened, other sensations could blossom, and with a log of meat stirring Capo's insides and pummeling his prostate, lust quickly overshadowed everything else. His terror and disgust were swept away by the sheer onslaught of pleasure, and his brain was still too wrecked to put up any resistance. He broke again, this time mentally, and succumbed to the most regrettable yet most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. His dick tensed up, and he shot his load over the forest floor, squirting hard enough to hit his wrists and his chin, hard enough to nut his brain out. As the milky mess underneath him grew, the rest of his sanity left him, and he turned into a mindless, lust-obsessed drone.

Even during his orgasm, the wasp didn't grant Capo any rest, and it kept thrusting even after he stopped cumming and post-nut sensitivity set in. His entire body tingled and screamed from overstimulation, he whimpered, and black dots appeared in front of his eyes. The monster was pushing him close to fainting once again, but the abuse still wasn't enough. Luckily, he didn't feel pain during any of it, but that was only a small consolation in his current situation.

After another minute of relentless rutting, the insect's thrusts finally became unsteady and slowed down. The buzzing of its wings flared up and rattled his body one last time before suddenly all movement ceased. The wasp had shoved its ovipositor as far as it could into him, and it had become eerily still, making no sounds and moving not even a single wing. It was quiet enough that Capo could hear his own heartbeat. Inside him, however, he felt its fleshy tube throbbing and swelling even longer, slowly sliding its way through his guts before it got stuck through its sheer size.

The mink knew what came next, but that knowledge didn't make him any better prepared for it. He gasped as he felt the first egg traveling through the wasp's flesh tube. The lump briefly struggled to pass through his sphincter before it popped in with a wet smack. It stirred a wave of pleasure as it grazed his prostate, and finally, somewhere deep inside his belly, it slipped out of its mother's ovipositor and into its warm, furry host.

One egg alone was too small to be noticeable, but not a second after the little sphere had dropped inside him, the next one was already on its way. And from that point on, the stream of eggs quickly sped up until the wasp's entire ovidick was undulating with the soft, slimy orbs. After two minutes, the pressure inside his belly was beginning to mount as his guts were getting crowded with insect eggs, and after five more, he could see his skin rising from the nasty stuffing like dough in the oven. He couldn't tell how many more were still on the way, but what did that actually matter? He would stay here until every last egg was inside him, and then... Capo groaned as he thought about what would happen afterward. The wasp surely wouldn't give him free after filling him with her offspring, right?

As if the creature had read his mind, it began to move again. For ten minutes, he had listened to nothing but his breath and the obscene slurping and squishing of the eggs inside him, but now, the droning, grating sound of the wasp's wings was back to torment him. But instead of simply pulling out of him and taking off after the vile deed was done, the monster flapped its wings faster and faster until the lift was enough to lift them both. One moment Capo was feeling very light, and the next moment he realized that the forest floor was moving away from him. He tried to reach for the closest root, but his paralysis prevented him from curling even a single finger, and the ground was out of reach already anyway. He was now hovering in the air, suspended by six black chitin legs and a fat, pulsing ovipositor.

The mink didn't suffer from vertigo, certainly not at a height of only ten feet, but everything else about this triggered a fresh wave of panic inside him. He was utterly helpless, defenseless, trapped by a creature with wicked intentions, and now likely on the way to its hive. Watching the trees pass by in a blur, he could tell that the wasp was carrying him deeper into the forest's dark heart. His destination was uncertain, but he knew that he would never get back, and nobody would ever find him. His eyes filled with tears as he realized that his name would become just another word in the cautionary tales because he had carelessly dismissed them as fairy tales. And all of this had only happened because he, in his immense greed, had so desperately wanted to find the biggest mushroom!

However, the wasp cruelly wrested Capo's attention back before he could drift off into misery. The already shaky flight got even worse, and while the sobbing mink tried to ignore it at first, he quickly realized that the creature had stopped laying eggs and was busy raping him again. The fact that it was flying didn't bother it in the slightest, and its ovipositor slammed into his sore ass with unwavering force.

The mink's mind snapped like a spindly branch under the sudden stimulation, and not even ten seconds after the wasp had begun pounding him, he burst into another orgasm as powerful and regrettable as the first. His dick furiously sprayed his seed over the passing forest floor while pleasure ravaged his brain, and even his body was joining in again. He squirmed and curled his toes and fingers as the paralysis lost its control over him. The monster's venom was fading, but that didn't benefit him in the slightest. Even if Capo had been able to muster the focus and willpower to fight back, he would've only dropped to his doom. He wasn't yet ready for that. There had to be a better way out of his predicament!

However, Capo's desperate thoughts of escape and freedom quickly dissolved into a mist of twisted pleasure and overstimulation as the wasp kept reaming his broken ass. With a foot of egg-dick ravaging his prostate and a belly full of warm, shifting eggs, he just had no mental capacity left to think of anything else. And since the wasp had already deposited its fertile payload, it didn't have to stop raping its defeated, broken prey as it flew off toward the horizon and toward an uncertain future. The mink knew that he would soon learn what other atrocities the buzzing monster had in store for him, but finally, after enduring far too much abuse, his body gave out, and he blacked out.