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Korchaw dropped back to four legs, still spooked, but Taralina rushed to his side and calmed him. She glanced between the campsite, and her precious furs and skins and other possessions, and the strange lady she'd met just the other day, and wondered if rescuing her was really worth it.

She began packing up her things, keeping one eye to the sky, but when the buzzing had faded and the swarm was just a few specs against the clouds, a sense of utter desolation found her. She had been so consumed with revenge that she had not yet mourned the passing of her tribe or had time to realize how utterly alone she was, and this new loss was especially cutting.

Throwing what belongings she had managed to tidy onto Korchaw's back, she mounted him with swinging legs and ushered him to follow the quickly-shrinking shadows in the sky.

The bees set Rachel down inside a section of honeycomb. Within seconds the industrious creatures wall her in with thick hard wax. There is only a small hole, bigger than a fist but smaller than her head, and one foot-wide cell in the honeycomb is filled with a curious substance colored bright orange. It smells of sugar and sex.

The flavor is literally orgasmic.

It's sweet and tart, like pomegranite seeds, but also rich and filling like a creamy pastry. Just this small taste sends shivers down Rachel's body, making her salivary glands go into overdrive, and her undergarments moisten a little with an expectation not normally associated with food.

As she digs out fistfulls of the savory substance, Rachel notices the consistency is different. It slips and jiggles, retaining more of its shape than oozing, and overall the stuff reminds her of jelly more than honey. After a couple of mouthfuls, sweat plasters her shirt tight against the skin, she starts panting, and her skin is flush.

Rachel's stomach grows round and tight as the jelly is sucked down her greedy throat. Her stomach bulges impossibly wide, taut as a drum and big as a basketbal, packed with half the jelly in the cell.

Korchaw couldn't move as quickly as the bees, charging through the undergrowth, and once or twice Taralina almost lost sight of them. They had become almost invisibly small, specs on the horizon, when they landed in the tree that harbored their nest. Taralina marked it in her memory so should would not forget where Rachel had been taken after she crested the next hill.

Eventually she reached the base of the mighty nest. Korchaw reared up and planted his legs against its massive roots, giving Taralina a step up, but still she had a long climb to make, weapons strapped to her back.

Beginning to come out of her high, Rachel wonders what's going on as her stomach begins to shrink and her body begins to feel as though it's going completely out of control.

Rachel sits up and stretches out her limbs, trying to get rid of the cramped feeling. She glances up at the half-filled cell of jelly, wondering if she should have any more of it, then looks down at her body.

(Fuzzy, I'm not sure how she looks now that it digested).