Quite The Ant

Yosephi was quite the ant. He was one of them red warrior ants. He painted his face during wartime and had incredible tattoos. Nobody messed with Yosephi. He was always the first to fight and the last to leave. He protected his fellows be it against other ants or those pesky spiders. All the nest loved him and all the ladies wanted to be the first to excrete sweet honey-like nectar into his mouth. Yosephi was always flattered by this unto the end of his days and he never took it for granted. Yosephi was, after all, quite the ant.
One day some of those larger black-stinging ants showed up and started carrying off workers for slaves. Some of them were among the most beautiful maidens in all the nest. Yosephi went out there as soon as he got the news and started fighting it out with a big black dude who had Mable in his mandibles.
“Ha! You insignificant bug! You can’t hurt me and you’ll never see her again,” he taunted.
Yosephi didn’t even respond.
Yosephi snipped off one of the big ant’s legs while dodging his stinger, and then nimbly hopped up on his thorax and bit into his neck with all his might. The black ant let go of Mable post-haste. Seconds later his head was just about off and Yosephi left him wordlessly in search of another opponent. Yosephi slew quite a few enemies on his own and had 23 assists. All told a pretty good day; he didn’t get himself dead which to a soldier is usually the ultimate sign of success.
That evening Mable put on a slinky, black, short dress and made the sweetest nectar you could ever imagine. She found Yosephi surrounded by his fellows. She was quite pleased to be the first to get to him. She never said a word, but the others left him with her almost as if disappearing. She looked into his eyes and never let his gaze fall from hers. Slowly, ever so slowly, she put her mouth on his mouth, her nectar passed directly into him. He drank deeply. Usually a large droplet was put into his mouth. This was entirely different. He felt an odd sensation sweep over him. He gazed into her eyes, she caressed his antennae with her own...he wanted for it to never end. Mable was always the first ant who fed Yosephi ever after.