There was a girl, named Wriggle Nightbug. People knew her as the Insect Prince, ruling over the prairie grasslands. The mansion grounds she had were magnificent. The prairies she ruled stretched long and far, the grasses differing in height; from tickle your ankles, to high above your head, blowing in the wind. It was a beautiful landscape.
The thing that made the whole mansion better, was love. A love was blossoming between two people. Prince Wriggle was in love. Only at night would this love take flight, as the girl would sneak out to meet her lover. The two girls were in such a deep love, that when together, time seemed to stop. No business to handle, no jobs to give, nothing anyone had to do.
It was only until a large party that their love was just beginning. Wriggle had decided to have it. It was mostly an excuse to see Mystia, the beautiful girl she'd fallen in love with. But she also felt a little lonely in her mansion all by herself.
"Prince Wriggle!" Someone shouted, waving to Wriggle, who waved back and smiled. Her antennae were at alert.
"You look very good in your suit, Prince Wriggle!" Someone else cried. She could always pull off the male thing.
"Thank you." Wriggle said. "And welcome to the party floor." Yes, she had a floor just for parties and gatherings.
She stood in the center, adjusting her cuff-links. Her ears drooped in nervousness. Her wings folded.
When the insect prince saw the bird, her heart skipped a beat, and she resisted the urge to run over to her.
"Mystia." She waved, smiling regally.
"Wriggle!" Mystia waved back, walking over to her.
"Your kingdom looks lively as ever." Mystia chuckled, smiling.
"Smile!" A voice cried, and a light flashed, along with the click of a camera.
"Let us, step outside." Wriggle said.
The two stood on the balcony facing the moon. "Beautiful night. A nice breeze, nonetheless." Mystia smiled, leaning back on the rail.
"Yeah." Wriggle agreed, looking sideways at the bird, who was admiring the sky. She was love struck. "Let us, close the doors..." Wriggle said, pulling the large doors shut.
Mystia giggled, her voice heating up Wriggle's face. She felt Wriggle's hand in her's, and the other rested on her lower back.
"Let's dance." Wriggle smiled, as Mystia wrapped her arm around Wriggle's neck.
They stepped in rhythm, their features illuminated in the moonlight. Wriggle put her forehead against Mystia's, touching their noses together. Wriggle smiled, humming a piece of classical music. Their eyes were closed, and the world seemed to stop, just containing them two and no one else.
The insect prince felt the sparrow's lips on her own, and she accepted the kiss, smirking into it.
"I feel like I'm in complete love." The firefly said, looking into Mystia's brown eyes.
"Me too." The sparrow replied, caught in the emerald green eyes of her lover.
Wriggle slowly put her hands on Mystia's cheeks, pulling Mystia up onto her tip toes for a loving kiss. Mystia's arms wrapped around Wriggle's neck, and she leaned into the kiss, smiling.
"You know I have a... floor to myself.. right..?" Wriggle asked, chuckling.
"No. I didn't... Would you want to... maybe give me an in depth tour?" Mystia giggled.
"I could have the robots do i-" Wriggle started.
"I think it would be better if we went alone... Nobody else..." Mystia whispered into Wriggle's ear, making her face light up.
"F-F-Fine by me..!" Wriggle mumbled, flicking her eyes to Mystia's, and linking their hands.
The insect prince pulled open the doors, walking briskly through the huddles of people. Wriggle swiped her fingers on a glass tablet, which blinked and opened a door, which was a small elevator.
"Going up." A robotic voice said cheerfully, as the elevator slid to a stop.
"Good evening, sir." A butler bowed, holding a tray of empty containers. He stepped onto the elevator, getting off on the next floor.
The two finally got into Wriggle's floor. It was dark, as Wriggle had left and turned off the lights.
"Which do you want?" Wriggle asked, pressing a button. The glass panels that looked like windows lit up with deep space, sparkling galaxies and twinkling stars. It looked real. Mystia gasped. "Or, this one." She turned a dial. The panels lit up with what looked to be an early 21st century city, rain seeming to hit the windows. It even made a little noise. "Oh, yeah." Wriggle said, turning it back to space to show Mystia the different options. One showed planets, another meteors and comets. With the cityscape, there could be sunshine, rain, or night. Then Wriggle turned the dial again, showing underwater. There was an occasional fish, or movement of shadow. Mystia felt that with any of these backgrounds, she could reach out and touch them, like through an open window.
"Can I?" Mystia asked, stepping towards the glass tablet on the wall.
"Of course." Wriggle smiled.
Mystia chose the space, admiring the galaxies and stars.
"How did I know you'd love that one..?" Wriggle giggled, and Mystia followed.
Wriggle turned around, making a full circle around the room. "Well, this is my bedroom." She shrugged, setting her jacket and cape down, and they disappeared into the wall. "To the bath..?" She asked, pulling Mystia along.
"Why do you need a bathtub the size of a small pool?" Mystia chuckled.
"It's fun. Besides, it gives you more room to incorporate designs." Wriggle said, as she dimmed the lights and the floor of the pool changed, to a very realistic ocean, with a shark swimming idly below the surface. "I rarely use that one..." She said. "But I do like to change the water colors." She giggled.
"You do have a childish side." Mystia smiled.
"Yeah." The bug said, scratching the back of her head. "The toilet is behind that sliding panel." She pointed to the panel.
Mystia glanced around, nervously. "You can stay overnight." Wriggle said, making Mystia blush. "It gets lonely up here by myself. At least I have TV." She shrugged.
"Thanks!" Mystia smiled. "You don't mind if I lay on your bed now, do you?"
"You don't have to ask. Anything here is as much yours as it is mine." Wriggle ruffled Mystia's hair, stroking her ears.
Mystia slid onto Wriggle's bed. "It's floating... and so thin... But it feels like I'm on a cloud or something..." Mystia said, gasping.
"Yep." Wriggle said, climbing next to her.
Mystia turned to face Wriggle, pulling her in for a kiss, running her fingers through Wriggle's hair. Wriggle ran one hand down Mystia's body, and the other massaged one of her ears.
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Mystia stirred in the bed, cringing and yawning. (I just yawned too omg)
"Good morning..." She heard, and it was Wriggle's voice. She turned over and smiled, pecking Wriggle's lips.
"Good morning." She replied.
"I could get used to this..." Wriggle smiled, giggling softly.
"I could get used to last night." Mystia raised her brow.
"Mm..?" Wriggle mused, cocking one eyebrow.
"What you did with your tongue..." Mystia whispered, rubbing their noses together.
"Mhm..." Wriggle smirked, her face a light pink. "You enjoyed that?"
"Yeah..." Mystia replied, as Wriggle slid her arm around Mystia. "I wanna take a bath..." She mumbled, stretching her arms up. "I feel all sweaty." Wriggle nodded in agreement.
"I'll bathe too." She said.
They got into the bath, sitting in the knee deep water. That was only the shallow end, Mystia noticed. But she couldn't move very much, for she sat comfortably in between Wriggle's knees, leaning against her. She could feel Wriggle's breaths and her heartbeat, and it calmed her.
"It feels so nice..." Mystia whispered, not wanting to disturb the mood.
"Yeah." Wriggle sighed, rubbing Mystia's ears gently.
The silence was long, and the water sat almost perfectly still.
"You can live here, if you want..." The bug suggested.
"That would be nice, but I have my parents and siblings to take care of..." Mystia said.
"I could make sure they're taken good care of." Wriggle said, as Mystia floated in the water.
"How?" The bird asked, standing and moving back to Wriggle.
"They could live on the grounds. Maybe in one of my summer homes?" Wriggle suggested, putting her hand on her face. "I would make sure they had a steady income." She said.
"That's great, I'm actually pretty sure they'd enjoy it." The bird said, smiling.
"I'll get to it, as soon as I'm done relaxing." Wriggle chuckled.
"What do you have to do?" Mystia asked.
"I just need to fill some paperwork out. Nothing much." Wriggle said.
"I could be with you and make things fun." Mystia giggled, leaning into Wriggle, who instinctively wrapped her arms around the bird.
"Sure." Wriggle smiled.
Once the two had gotten out, Wriggle reached to press a holographic panel, and a hatch in the wall opened to a closet.
"You can wear something different than yesterday." Wriggle said, stepping into the closet.
The two wore the same thing, but for Mystia, the shorts looked like pants, and the shirt had to be rolled up a little. Wriggle said it looked cute on her, which made Mystia uncomfortable at first, but then she thought about it and realized that may not be a bad thing.
Wriggle closed the closet, opening another door into an office. "This is where I do official things. I usually have the robots handle things. But this is important."
Mystia followed her inside and shut the door, sitting down and moving two fingers and expanding a holographic form. She grabbed a stylus, scribbling something on a blank screen next to her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration.
Mystia pulled Wriggle's chair out so that she could sit on Wriggle's lap, and Wriggle wrapped one arm around her while signing her name with another.
"There." Wriggle said, as the paper printed from a box.
"Done?" Mystia turned around to push her chest against the bug's.
"Yup." Wriggle smiled, and Mystia put her lips on hers. Wriggle put her hand on a ledge, setting the paper there before getting up, and Mystia wrapped her legs on Wriggle's thighs.
Wriggle and Mystia stopped on the wall, and Mystia felt Wriggle's body pin her down. Then Wriggle pulled Mystia over to the bed, pushing her down. The bird stretched one leg out, before running her foot down the bug's lower back.
"I told you I'd... mm... Make things more fun..." Mystia whispered, in between kisses. Wriggle smirked and pushed their hands together, and Mystia intertwined their fingers.
"Yeah..." Wriggle murmured, planting kisses down Mystia's jawline, stopping at her chin.
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"Aahh... Ahhaaa!" Mystia pushed Wriggle's head deeper into her. "Aaaahhaahh..! Yeah..!" She moaned. She breathed heavily as she let Wriggle bring her head up, wiping her chin off with her hand.
She pulled Wriggle into her, kissing her. After the kiss broke, Wriggle stroked Mystia's cheek, smiling at her.
"That was great..." Mystia whispered, as Wriggle got up out of the bed, slipping her shorts on. The two got dressed, and lay together on the bed, watching TV.
"It's really a shame that sitcoms from nineteen-ninety something are still playing." Wriggle said, looking bored.
"Yeah." Mystia agreed, her leg shaking idly.
A panel in the wall beeped obnoxiously, and Wriggle got up, checking the thing. "I have some stuff to fill out, okay?" She looked to Mystia, who nodded.
"Alright. There will always be more sitcoms for us to watch." She giggled and Wriggle smiled.
"True." Wriggle agreed, stepping into her office room, but she didn't shut the door.
So. PenguinAzuMarine here, lol. I finished the first chapter of Insect Prince, how did you like it? I'd love a review :D
So I've had Wriggle's sex hidden, because I can't decide what. So I'm leaving this up to readers, lol (y u so lazy, Penguin)
Should Wriggle be a futanari?
Next Chappie, tootalooo~