“We'll have to wait until dark to move you into the crate, to avoid being seen. I've got to turn off the security camera's just before we do it too.” Hank says thoughtfully, as if to himself. “I know just the crate. But getting you onto a ship is going to be challenging. I've got to get going to get to work on this. Stay here. I'm going to lock the door as I leave.”
You nod to him and he turns, the door audibly clicking as it locks behind him. You look around at the rest of the colony...your colony. “What now?”
“We need to gather up our food stores, and prepare it all to move.” One of the Drone's say.
“What else do we need?” You ask questioningly.
“Don't worry yourself Your Majesty, we'll take care of everything.” comes the reply.
You move to the middle of the room, facing the door and settle down to wait. You're not sure how long was left until nightfall. The ants become busy, piling food up. What starts a small pile becomes a small mound, then a large mound as they pile more and more up. You begin to doze, napping lightly.
You dream of a dimly lit tunnel, that you can see easily in. You sit in the middle of a grand chamber, but your abdomen has swollen significantly larger than it is now. The chamber is filled with ants half your current size, as they move about, carrying a seemingly endless row of eggs out of the room. Many of them pause, and rub antenna's with you, a show of affection. You jolt awake, sitting up and looking around.
You feel something wet on your abdomen, behind you. It takes you a moment to realize that you are sexually excited, likely from the dream. You look around a moment, but you don't see any of the drones, just endless rows of workers hauling food into the growing mountain.
You suddenly feel something moving on your abdomen, and then you receive an image from a drone. You see your large abdomen has a small opening protected by your plated exoskeleton. It is seeping fluids, and all the colonies drones have gathered there, and are drinking it. You can feel them growing more and more excited by it, and more and more frustrated that they cannot do anything about it.
You close your eyes, as you feel them touch the sensitive flesh beneath your armor plate, feel them moving across your slit's opening, drinking your fluids. It feels like a thousand miniature caresses, which only excites you further. The dream returns to your mind, this time waking, and you shake your head, banishing it again. You focus your mind, and succeed in turning your thoughts from what the drones are doing to your body.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a click, as the door opens and Hank enters again. He looks around, a bit worriedly, his eyes move to you and he relaxes slightly. “It's all arranged. About another hour until nightfall then we'll box you up and put you on a ship.”
“Where are we going?” You ask, through the aid of your colony spelling it out to him.
“Central Brazil.” He replies. “Near the Amazon river itself”
You hesitate a moment before asking “Are you coming with us?”
“I wouldn't miss it for the world. To be the first to see and observe this?”
You pause again, and consider how to reword the question. Clearly he didn't understand what you meant. “Are you going to join the colony?” You ask through your intermediaries.
Hank blushes, and looks up from the ants spelling it out before him and looks to you for a long moment. His pants flex slightly, you can see a defined outline of his erection. Your pussy moistens again at the sight instinctively, giving the drones more to lick up.
Hank hesitates a little longer before nodding. “Once we're... safely in Brazil” he says.
He turns to the door, and opens it fully, revealing a forklift holding an enormous crate. “I got the biggest crate I could find. I hope it's big enough?” He asks, looking to you.
You walk forward, and slide into the crate. You have some room to move around, but not a whole lot. “It should be big enough”
“I'll be coming with you, so at night I'll open the crate so you can get fresh air, and to give you food, and company if you want it.”
“Thank you” you ask your ants to spell out to him. You send a command through your antenna, and the workers hop to it, hauling the mountain of food into the crate. In short order, Hank nails the lid on, and you feel yourself picked up by the forklift. The crate has a few holes drilled into it, that allow you to see out, though you struggle as many of the workers move to them to see out as well.
You watch as you're loaded onto a truck, and the truck drives for a little while, before you get hoisted by a crane and onto a ship. After what feels like forever, you feel the ship put to sea. As the morning sun crests the horizon, you drift to sleep.