A/N: Ants, the hardy backbone of the insect kingdom. It's also an animated movie starring Woody Allen and Sylvester Stallone, but that's unimportant right now. I find it fascinating how something so small can lift five times their size. They also have such a sense of community, it makes me wish we could be more like the ant. Sadly we are humans and humans kinda suck.

Chapter 68

I'm Mark Formian, I started working in the construction industry. I got a job working at a site building a new apartment building. The site has been under construction for the past few months and they some on-site housing for the workers, to maximize efficiency I guess.

I got a spare key to my housing unit from the foreman and went to it. The units weren't special or anything, just a series of trailers with all the basic amenities you could ask for. Upon entering I was met by a woman.

She was kinda cute, if you can get passed the part where the lower half of her was an ant. But she was pretty cute looking.

"Oh hi, I'm Amy. Amy Hitchens. You must be my new roommate. It's nice to meet you." she said extending her hand.

"Mark Formian, I just got here. But it's nice to meet you." I said shaking her hand.

"I'm glad you didn't freak out. Most guys asked to be moved once they find out that I'm a Giant Ant." she said.

"So, what's wrong with that?" I asked.

"I wonder that myself...anyway, do have any questions?" she asked.

"Only a few, how long do we work, where's my equipment, and where can I put my stuff?" I asked gesturing to the duffle bag I was carrying.

"Work hours are your typical nine to five, with the work week being five days, with a thirty minute lunch break in between. Although sometimes we start earlier or work late depending on how behind schedule we are. As for your equipment we can get that tomorrow. And you can put your stuff in the back." she said.

I went to the back of the unit, the only thing there was a single bed and a dresser.

"I hope you don't have to much with you. Otherwise we might have to keep track of whose stuff is whose." Amy said.

"Hey Amy? Is this the only bed we have?" I asked.

"Is that a problem?" she asked innocently.

"Uh...no, I was just wondering." I said.

"We also have to share the shower together. This isn't me saying that, it's an actual rule." she said.

"Okay, I suppose it's to save on the amount of water we use right?" I questioned.

"Yep, don't worry. I won't touch you if that's what you're worried about." she said playful.

It's not you touching me that I'm worried about. We entered the shower together Amy hummed softly to herself as she washed herself. I kept to myself the whole time, making sure not to stare at her. I did catch a glimpse of the side her supple breasts.

"Hey Mark? Can you wash my abdomen? I have a hard time washing it." she said.

"Sure, no problem." I said.

I crouched down next to her and with my bar of soap washed her abdomen. It had a shiny black color that made it look like pure obsidian. I paid in mind not to graze the edge of her butt.

"Thanks Mark, I know it must be weird that you have to shower with me." she said.

"The way I see it, since we're working together, being so intimate with each other will make it easier to work together." I said.

"I'm glad, I want us to be great friends and coworkers." she said.

"Me too." I agreed.

We finished our shower and went to bed. I was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and navy blue sleep pants. Amy wore a light gray flannel pajama top that had depictions of ants carrying leaves in their mandibles. It's kinda cute.

"Hope you're ready for work tomorrow." she said climbing into bed.

"Sure, but you seem more excited than me. How come?" I asked.

"Like a lot of Giant Ants, I grew up in a colony. We'd work several hours a day, eat, sleep repeat." she said.

"We?" I questioned.

"Me and my sisters. All forty-nine of them." she said.

"Fifty daughters, that must have hell on your mother." I commented.

"Yeah, but it was nice. Working so close with my family. I don't really have that here, but I hope I can get that with you." she said.

"I hope so too." I said.

"Well let's get some sleep, big today tomorrow." she said.

The next day I got my construction vest, hard hat, and a shovel. Me and Amy were tasked with digging out the lower levels of the site. As we were heading to our work area, I noticed a woman that looked like Amy.

"Who's that, one your sisters?" I asked.

"No, that's Karen. She's an Ant Arachne." Amy said, her usual carefree demeter changing to a more angry one.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"Ant Arachnes are selfish and lazy. They infiltrate our colonies; they steal our food, our husband, and they don't help at all!" she said.

"They're that bad, huh?" I asked.

"It's better if you ignore her." she said.

I took one more look at Karen, when I did she seemed to be looking at me with a sinister smile on her face. I shook my head and thought nothing of it.

We walked down a couple ramps to get to what would be the basement area. It was practically dark save for a few flood lights. The basement needed to floor to be evened out before they brought the cement for the flooring.

"Isn't this great Mark, it feels just like home." Amy said digging into the loose soil.

"I never lived underground so I'll take your word for it." I said.

"I hope I can have a home, a nice cozy little nest, maybe with a nice man. And we'd spend our being nice and snuggly together." she said.

"Well, I hope you get that wish." I said.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Me? I suppose having a nice place to stay and nice woman to share it with isn't bad idea." I said.

"Oh...okay." she said.

Amy became quiet after that, we continued digging, until we filled a wheelbarrow and dumped it up top. We must've moved three tons of dirt and I was profusely sweating.

"Mark? Are you okay?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, just a little hot is all." I said.

"Wait here, I'll go get you some water." she said.

I nodded and Amy left me in the basement by myself. A minute had pasted and I thought Amy had returned with some water.

"That was quick, I can't tell you how hot I am." I said.

"Oh, I can imagine." A voice said.

I looked up and it wasn't Amy, it was that Karen woman. She strode over to me and became mere inches from my face.

"Hey you sexy stud muffin, I caught you checking me out earlier. How bout you and me have some fun?" she asked.

"What are you-"

I saw Karen unzip the fly of my jeans and begin to rub my penis through the fabric of my briefs.

"Don't worry, you find it's much more fun being with me than what's her face." she said.

Suddenly, Karen was beamed in the back of the head with a shovel. Amy was standing right behind her.

"Stay away from him you lazy slut!" she shouted.

"You bitch!" Karen shouted and picked a pickaxe.

The two began dualing each other, I sat there a little frazzled by the whole event. Karen managed to trip Amy onto her back.

"Now, I get that stud while they cement over your body!" Karen growled and raised her pickaxe over her head.

I grabbed my shovel and rushed over. I tapped Karen on the shoulder and as she turned around I smacked her in the face.

"The...fuck?" Karen said in a daze before falling onto her back.

I stared at Karen's unconscious body and then turned to Amy. Amy just stared at me for a minute before she held her arms out to me. I picked her up, dusted her off, and we dragged Karen out.

We report the incident to the foreman who let Karen go once she regained consciousness. As for me and Amy we were given the rest of the day off. We returned to housing in silence.

Once inside I took off my vest and hard hat, dropped on a table, and laid down in bed.

"Mark? Thank you for rescuing me." Amy said.

"Well, you saved me from getting molested by Karen. I think that makes us even." I said.

"I guess it does." she said meekly.

"Hey, we're a team remember?" I said.

"Yeah, but...part of me only saved you because...I wanted you." she said.

I sat up in bed.

"In what way?" I asked.

"In a sexual way," she answered timidly. "See every since last night, in the shower. I couldn't help but imagine you touching me. Not just on my abdomen, but my hips, my butt, my breasts...down there."

"I...don't know what to say." I said.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way I do. Just...know that's how I feel." she said.

I grabbed Amy by her wrists and pulled her into bed with me.

"To be honest, I'd rather have you touch me than Karen." I said.

"Really?" she questioned.

"Of course, we're a team." I said stroking her cheek.

Amy's eyes began to water and grabbed my hand and began kissing and sucking on my fingers. I kicked off my boots and unzipped my pants. Amy removed her top and I got a perfect view of her plump breasts.

I reached up and began to play around with them as if they were made of clay. Amy moaned, placing her hands on top of mine. I flipped us over and continued to kneading her breasts.

"Mark, I want you! My pussy wants you so bad!" she cried.

"And I want your pussy too." I said.

I removed my clothes and began rubbing my tip against her sopping entrance. I felt all six of Amy's legs wrap around me and force me inside of her. As soon as I was inside, Amy and I moaned in sync with each.

"Mark, your dick feels good inside my pussy!" she cried.

"And your pussy feels good wrapped around my cock!" I grunted.

I pumped my hips faster, churning the love juices that Amy produced. Amy moaned louder, her fingers digging into my back. I could feel myself reaching my climax.

"Amy...I think I'm gonna...cum!" I moaned.

"Me...me too! Cum...cum with me!" she cried.

With few more pumps, I shot my semen deep inside of her. Amy cried out and gripped me tightly, shaking violently as her orgasm was triggered by my own. Once we finished our respective orgasms, I collapsed on top of her. Amy grabbed and kissed the top of my head.

"That was incredible Mark." she said softly.

"So were you." I said breathing heavily.

"You wanna go again?" she asked.

"Sure." I said getting ready to mount her again.

"Actually...can I be on top?" she asked meekly.

I smiled and flipped us over. She guided my still throbbing manhood back into her warm, wet hole. She rode on top, playing with her breasts. I placed my hands on her sides and let my hands roam her. She quivered as my hands made contact with with her flesh.

"Oh Mark..." she moaned softly.

I bucked my hips upwards and Amy cried out. I could feel my tip kiss the entrance of her womb.

"Oh Mark! Oh fuck that feels good! I'm going to cum! I'm...I'm cumming!" she cried.

I sat up and hugged her tightly, kissing and nibbling into her neck. She was practically screaming at this point and her pussy gripped my cock tightly.

I couldn't hold back anymore as I shot another load of my seed inside her. Amy shook again and we sat glued together, beads of sweat cascading down our bodies. I could feel the warm mix of our cum leak out of Amy.

"Mark..." she said panting heavily.

I didn't say anything, I kissed her forehead and laid back with her in my arms. A few months after that, the project was finished and Amy and I decided to move in together. We enjoyed our cozy little nest and each other.

We'd finish off each evening in a hot, sweaty mess. I love Amy, and no matter what happens from this point on we're going to face it together. As a team.