“A-ah—!! Corral-sama…” the young honey ant queen stammered, as the dominant queen’s mandibles brushed across her labium. Had she the physiology, the new queen would have blushed scarlet; but as it was, she was limited to showing her discomfort through a frantic twitching of her antennae. “What are you—”
“Be silent,” commanded Corral, her feelers searching mockingly across the carapace of her prey. “You’ve made a grave mistake coming here, you know. But no ant can resist me.” The young queen was frightened, she knew, but she wouldn’t flee. The domineering ruler leaned in close and let her pinchers dance across the other’s clypeus, prolonging her suffering.
“Corral-sama…” chittered the young queen, barely containing her eagerness. “P-please…”
Corral chuckled to herself. This one would make a fine addition to her harem. Smooth thorax, fine plump abdomen- she took a moment to appreciate them with her antennae- and best of all, weak and compliant. She would birth many fine ants, and then, when the time came, she would be killed by her own children, and Corral would once again be the sole queen of her colony.
“Patience is a virtue,” Corral hissed to the new queen. “But I will humour you.” She tilted her head down, slowly, and the mandibles of the two queen ants met. The young queen quivered in ecstasy as pheromones flowed into her body, not realizing that she was being brainwashed with commands that would make her subservient to Corral for life.
Sometimes, mused the high queen, tyranny is just too easy.
I SAID I WOULD DRAW ANT YURI AND I AM A WOMAN OF MY WORD.
BONUS FANFICTION, BECAUSE YOU CAN’T TAME THIS ANTHROPOD.