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> your parents moved to the insect forest zone after they got married
> the land was cheap
> the neighbors are weird, but usually nice
> mostly insect monsters, obviously, with a smattering of other sylvan types
> there's a nice elf lady who likes to visit your mom and sew with her
> friendly deer centaur girl who gave all you kids rides when you were small enough
> your human best friend lives next door in his dryad mom's tree
> everything is pretty calm and pleasant
> or it would be if it weren't for the fucking yellow jackets
> turns out the land was cheap because nobody wants to live next to a crowded neighborhood of loud rednecks
> it's jug band music, moonshinin', and hootenannies 24/7 with those people
> they're always building things and abandoning them to rot after they get bored
> can't go for a hike without stumbling across the shell of a log cabin or a half built trebuchet
> the worst is the groups of young girls always zipping around in chaotic swarms
> they tend to calm down a bit after they get a man but before that forget it
> they're constantly fighting in crazy internecine conflicts which make no sense to outsiders
> groups with names like "The Golden Supreme Wizards" fight gangs like "The Screaming Death Wings" for territory and glory
> when they aren't doing that they're snooping around in everyone's business looking for 'filthy bee infiltrators'
> you'd hate them all if it wasn't for the girl next door
> her mom's kind of an outcast
> she apparently lost a fight to a bunch of bees a long time ago and mellowed out a lot, especially after her sweetheart rescued her from what sounds like a pretty sapphic experience
> doesn't fit in too well with the other yellow jackets anymore
> Bzz'kzzt'k took after her mother and was a kind, bookish girl
> (you usually refuse to pronounce that stupid buggy jibber jabber and just call her 'Lemonade', much to her irritation)
> spent a lot of lazy days happily playing with her
> you were pretty sweet on her
> once
> "Stay close Big Brother!"
> laugh and pat your little sister's head
> she's been walking you to school every day for a while now
> it's cute how she's so determined to protect you, even if she probably couldn't do much against a determined monster
> you just wish she didn't have good reason to be concerned
> as a virgin boy you're never really 'safe' from monster girls, but some times are worse than others
> around the age of high school graduation (barely legal boys!)
> late college age (for the sophisticates)
> 25 (desperately lonely Christmas Cake monster girls are almost unstoppable)
> you've heard horror stories of legendary 'wizard' monster girls and their terrible drive to claim a spouse but you aren't sure you believe them
> the punchline is that you're prime bait for monster girls right now and the forest seethes with their practically tangible lust
> speak of the devil, you hear the distinctive drone of insect wings
> in a twinkling you're surrounded by leering wasps
> your little sister steps in front of you protectively, "Buzz off, you damn nigger bees!"
> this elicits barks of derisive laughter, and one of them steps forward
> she's wearing the bright yellow leather jacket of an "Outlaw Doom Queen" and a confident sneer
> "What the heck do you want, Lemonade?" your little sister snarls
> Bzz'kzzt'k seems a little taken aback, whether from the old nickname or your sister's fierce demeanor you can't tell
> unfortunately she came prepared and starts to fiddle with a lighter, flicking it open and closed, occasionally stopping to look at the flame
< "What's the matter half pint? Can't I stop to talk to an old friend?"
> your little sister involuntarily shrinks back in fear
> when she bumps into you she instinctively hugs you, seeking comfort
< "Now why don't you be quiet and let the grown ups talk?"
> Bzz'kzzt'k looks at you the way a fat man on a diet looks at a grilled steak
< "The big barbecue's coming up. You're going to invite me as your date. Be sure to dress nice. It's gonna be real romantic."
> she turns and mugs for her fellow Doom Queens
< "Just make sure you pick an outfit that's easy to get out of!"
> they all laugh like it's the funniest joke in the world
> this is bullshit
> you try to comfort your sister as quiet rage burns in your heart
> you don't say anything
> you just coldly stare at your ex childhood friend
> when you were frightened as a child your Dad would always encourage you by joking that you have your mother's eyes, and that she has pretty scary eyes
> maybe he was right because Bzz'kzzt'k can't meet your gaze again
< "Haha, yeah well, don't forget. You're taking ME, boy."
> there's a whoosh of air and you're alone with your sister again
> fucking yellow jackets