Follow the adventures of Fluttershy and her strange ways to relieve some tension by being poked.
It's always the quiet ones.
Fluttershy has a dark secret. She loves to be punished with pain to her backside. But she found that stinging insects gives her a thrill. Follow along as she finds new ways to express her sexual fantasies with her buzzing friends.
Warning: A Melissophile is someone that gains sexual arousal by bee stings. This is your only warning.
Fluttershy, friend of fauna of all shapes and sizes, hums a merry tune as she feeds the many animals living in her cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest. Even her friend, Angel the white rabbit, manages to put aside his selfish behavior for the sake of a hearty snack. But then, just as she filled the last bowl with food pellets, a loud banging sound pounded into the door. The critters are startled by the ruckus, and they go into hiding. Fluttershy was spooked at first, but she recognizes the knock to be from one of her more beastly of animal friends. She confirms her guess by opening the door to the sight of Harry, the grizzly bear. She looks up to make eye contact with the giant to see his tough looking face covered in tears.
“Harry! Oh, you poor thing. What happened?” asks Fluttershy.
After a series of explanatory gestures, growls, and whimpers, he turns around to present his hindquarters to Fluttershy. Although it seemed slightly risqué to her at first, she quickly sees what Harry’s problem is.
“Oh my. Harry. You weren’t disturbing bees again for honey, were you?” she questions. His legs and backside is covered in sting wounds, swelling and red. However, upon closer inspection, she finds the bumps to have no stingers left behind.
“Wasps! Oh, dear. They can be nasty if they want to be. Tell me. Where did you get attacked?”
Harry grunts, and he points in the direction behind her house. Though no other pony could understand his growls, Flutteshy learns exactly where to look from his explanations.
“Say no more, Harry. Angel Bunny?”
Angel hops over to Fluttershy and stands at attention.
“I’m going to go talk with the wasps. You get the first aid kit and patch Harry up. If you do, I’ll give you a slice of carrot cake.”
Although the idea of hovering around a bear’s butt is not his idea of a good time, he doesn’t resist the offer. Reluctantly, he agrees.
“Thank you, Angel. I’ll be back soon. Tell all the critters to stay away from the big rock behind the house. That’s where they are.”
Fluttershy makes a dash for the door towards the location she explained. Meanwhile, Angel preemptively readies enough first aid supplies for both Harry and another. He knows exactly how this “talk” is going to turn out.
In the middle of the field behind her house, next to a big rock, she can see yellow wasps flying in and out of a hole in the ground at a frenzied pace.
“Not just wasps, yellow jackets! They are as aggressive as they come. No wonder they attacked Harry so ruthlessly”, she thinks to herself. She creeps toward the hole, careful not to startle them.
"Good afternoon, my little friends," she greets.
The hole's traffic of insects comes to a halt. A handful of the wasps peek out of the hole to see their unexpected visitor.
"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt. You all look very busy. How are you feeling?"
The wasps mingle, communicating in silence. An ambassador of the group flies up to Fluttershy's face. It flies in a pattern, spelling out letters.
S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D
"You're stressed? Oh, I'm sorry about that. Is there any way I can relieve the tension?"
The one wasp flies to the rest of his group and they mingle some more. It flies back to Fluttershy and, pulling his abdomen upward, unsheathes its painful-looking stinger.
"Ah! Goodness. So, that’s why you’ve been attacking anyone that approaches your nest? To relieve stress?"
The wasp nods its head.
"I see…”
Fluttershy looks around to see if there is anybody around. Not a pony or animal in sight. A smirk forms on her face.
“Looks like we are both looking to relieve some pent-up tension,” she says as her tail flickers at the anticipation of what she wants to offer. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you all sting me and you won’t sting anybody for fun unless it’s for self-defense. Deal?”
The wasp excitedly hurries to the rest of the group. A loud buzzing is heard, followed by the sight of a large swarm flowing out of the hole. It looks like they agree.
"Ok, I'll help you. But, I have two requests. One, when I say to stop, you stop. Two, I want you to sting one particular area of my body that isn't too sensitive."
She turns her back to the hive, puts her head down, and lifts her tail high as high as she can. Nothing is hidden from their sight. Her round and supple buttocks glisten in the sunlight, as her marehood winks once in response of showing off her most private of parts.
"Your targets are these two cheeks. No going between them or away from them."
The wasps' abdomens flicker in anticipation. Their view is filled with Fluttershy's soft rump...
"You... may begin."
The wasps make a beeline to her backside with aggressive vigor. They circle around their tail end as Fluttershy braces herself. One of the wasps fly out of the formation and charges toward Fluttershy's left buttock. Its stinger extended, it pulls his abdomen up and swoops down in high speed. Touching down, it makes contact with her ass, forcing its stinger to burrow underneath her soft, pillowy skin.
"Ah!"
Once under, the stinger starts to pump venom. The wasp's head is swimming with adrenaline and ecstasy as it empties its venom sac into Fluttershy's supple haunch. That first sting was the cue for the swarm to move in. Around 6 to 7 wasps swoop in to sting Fluttershy. They take turns to pump their troubles into her delicate backside. Fluttershy winces in pain each time. Her body is filled with excitement and adrenaline. She experiences a high as her true urges start to take over. Fluttershy, reserved and quiet, always successfully hid the secret that, deep down, she loves it when her rear receives any sort of punishment. As the wasps continued to tear into her, her right hoof moves past her stomach and to her own private honeypot.
First, she starts to rub her winking clit. As the stings pour forth, her fight-or-flight response turns into pure sexual excitement. Her pace starts to quicken as circles her hoof around her hot button.
"S-Sting me."
Their numbers grow in squads to attack her at once.
"S-Sting me m-more."
Their numbers grow bigger.
"Sting me! I've been such a bad pony! You must punish me! PUNISH ME!"
Her yell echoes across the field as the wasps take that cue to double their attack efforts. Her backside is already beet red and swelling like a balloon, but the stingers continue to puncture her. Her hoof moves faster and faster across her vulva.
"Wait! Stop!"
The attack ceases...
"Every wasp, position yourself on me!"
The swarm obliges and they all land on her backside, positioning themselves to cover almost every inch of her butt.
"I...I'm close. On 3, all you you sting..."
They prepare themselves.
"1."
They extend their stingers.
"2."
They position themselves to sting.
"3!"
In a sequence choreographed torture, all of the wasps thrust their abdomens downward to plant their stings inside. Fluttershy screams from the top of her lungs as she squirts torrents of fluid from herprivate crevice, bathing her hooves in the sexual stains. She collapses to the ground as the wasps dislodge themselves and return to their home, satisfied.
Fluttershy’s entire backside feels like it’s on fire. Her heart beats at a rapid pace until she slows her breathing. She is lucky to have received a potion from Zecora as a favor before she explored her sexual fantasies with bees, wasps, and other stinging insects. Its effects granted her lifetime immunity to venom of any sort, allowing her to take as much punishment as she wanted without succumbing to high dosages. Even then, however, she felt like she may have gone overboard. Getting back on to her hooves, Fluttershy walks back home with a burning amount of pain in each step.
Soon, Angel is administering first-aid to her rump, rubbing cool aloe to her sensitive skin and wrapping it around in bandages. Fluttershy turns to see her fluffy friend shoot her an angry look, wondering what in Equestria was she thinking for doing this.
"I know you don’t like it when I go out of control like that, but at least it was for the safety of my animal friends. That’s got to count for something. Right?”
Angel, in a bit of frustration of being tied into this mess, delivers a swift kick that makes impact on her rump.
"I got what you asked for, Zecora. I hope it's enough!"
Fluttershy hands over a bag of chicken feathers to her zebra friend, Zecora.
"Ah, thank you, dear Fluttershy. I needed these, I will not lie! By the way, how was your journey here? Was it pleasant or filled with fear?" rhymes the odd, but wise zebra.
"The Everfree Forest can be a bit… scary, at times, but I’m always happy to visit your hut, Zeroca. After all, you did help me with my problem. It’s the least I can do", said Fluttershy says reassuringly.
“That is quite a load of my mind. I’d hate for you to be in a bind.”
“Um… yeah. So, uh, are those feathers for a new potion you are brewing up?”
"Oh ho! Not so! My pillow has been looking flat, so extra feathers would fix that."
Fluttershy is slightly disappointed that she is unable to see Zecora in action. The skilled alchemist is able to create amazing magics without the use of a unicorn horn, something that she has never seen before until their first meeting.
"However, you have been a dear friend to me. If magic is what you want to see, say the word and I'll make a brew: A helpful present from me to you!"
Fluttershy's wings spring up in excitement! A gift from Zecora is a special treat, indeed. It's like getting a wish from a genie!
“Oh, no. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that for me. You’ve already done enough” says Fluttershy, overreaching to act as modest as possible.
“Hahaha, so you say, but there’s more that your wings convey”, Zecora points out.
“Hehe, I guess they do. Sorry, um, if it's not too much trouble, I do have something in mind..."
"If I can help, then don't be meek. What is your wish? Speak, friend. Speak!"
“Well, um, you know how you made that last potion for me?
Zecora nods her head.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about myself, and I’m very worried that if I told anypony I knew about my… “interests”, ponies might find me to be, um… a freak.” Fluttershy whispers the last two words of her sentence. Zecora lowers her head in contemplative thought.
“Have you ever thought to tell your friends your fears? I’m sure that they would lend you their ears.”
“OH! No, I couldn’t! They’re the best things about my life. I don’t want to do something stupid like tell them that I have a kink for insect stings. They would think I’m gross and never want to see me again.”
Fluttershy shuts her eyes and pictures the scenario in her head. Everypony hates to be stung, so why does she like it? The fear that the other ponies have of them could potentially ostracize her from the society if she told anypony, and they would label her to forever be an outcast. Who’s to say her friends wouldn’t do the same?
Zecora places her hoof on Fluttershy’s chin and lifts it gently; making her eyes met Zecora’s when they eventually open.
“Everypony has guilty pleasures, too. Why should they have any right to chastise you?” says Zecora.
“Well… Maybe it’s because mine is so weird”, whispers Fluttershy, meekly.
“It’s obscure, there’s no doubt. But there’s nothing for you to worry about. Ponies are like clocks, understand? Some are small and some are grand, but many have a different design. Though they all tell time when the gears all click, they are built in different ways that makes them tick. You’re no different, Fluttershy. Though you think you might be sick or are part of a divine trick, I assure you that what you like is what makes you tick. So, for my sake, don’t think you’re bizarre. Do not feel ashamed about who you are. If you tell your friends your concerns, then you will see that they will still love you.”
“You really mean that?”
“I guarantee.”
Fluttershy, with tears in her eyes, wraps her hooves around Zecora. She needed to hear this for a very long time.
“Now, Fluttershy, an idea has risen. I know what might help your friends how to listen”, says Zecora.
“You do?”
“I’ll concoct a potion to reverse pain to pleasure. Use this as your diplomatic measure. They’ll learn what makes you tick like I do, and I know they’ll come to better understand you.”
Fluttershy approaches the doorsteps of Twilight Sparkle’s crystal castle with Zecora’s potion in her saddle bag. Her knees are shaking, as she isn’t sure if this is going to work, but she was willing to give it a try anyway.
“Have courage, Fluttershy”, she says to herself as she raps on the front door.
Twilight opens the door to find her friend smiling nervously.
“Oh, Hi, Fluttershy”, the purple unicorn greets.
“Hey, Twilight”, Fluttershy tries to say as loud as she can, which is normal volume for everyone else.
“I didn’t know you were visiting.”
“Well, I… kinda wanted to talk to you. Have you had any luck replacing all your notes since...Well, you know."
"Oh, well, it's going to be a long time to get everything written down again, but I'm confident that I'll have everything back in order."
“O-Oh, well, good. Um, can I suggest that you and I perform a field study?”
Twilight lights up at the sound of research being made.
“Sure! What’s it about?”
“Um… It’s about… various forms of insects…”
“Interesting. What kind?”
“Oh, you know, bees, wasps, that kind of thing.”
“Oh.” Twilight starts to sweat a bit. “Um, I don’t know. They’ve already been documented in many books before.”
“R-right. But, I’ve always wondered, what kind of insect stings hurt the most between… all of… them.”
Twilight give Fluttershy a weird look. “Um, why would you want to document something like that?”
“Well, it’s because… Can I come inside for a second?”
“Sure.”
Twilight lets Fluttershy into the main foyer in her castle and closes the door.
“Now, then. Why do you need to know what stings hurt the most?”
“It’s because…”
Fluttershy sweats profusely.
“I get… sexually aroused by insect stings.”
“Oh…Wait, wha-“
Fluttershy throws herself in front of Twilight, with her hooves grabbing on to Twilight’s.
“I’m sorry! Please! Please don’t hate me! I know I’m weird but Zecora said you would understand and-“
“Zecora knows about this, too?” Twilight interrupts.
“Yes. She gave me a potion that made me immune to venom, but I didn’t want to tell you girls because you would think I’m a freak!” Fluttershy starts to bawl. Despite the confidence and the assurity that she gained from Zecora, she still buckles under the pressure of being judged by her friend. However, Twilight starts to chuckle to herself.
“Are you… are you laughing at me?” asked Fluttershy.
“Hehe, no, Fluttershy. It’s ok. I don’t mind that you like that kind of stuff. Did you know the technical term for your type of fetish is called melissophillia?”
“There’s a term for that? Y-You aren’t disgusted with me?”
“I’m surprised, I know that much. One doesn’t just knock on the door and says something like that. But, I understand how you feel.” A huge relief coursed through Fluttershy. “Thank you, Twilight…”
“Anytime, Fluttershy.”
“So, do you want to do that field study?”
“Oooh, um, I know you keep a lot of different bugs where you live. But the idea of getting hurt isn’t appealing to me.”
“That’s why I had Zecora make me this.” Fluttershy takes out a flask of the potion.
“What is that?” asked Twilight curiously.
“It’s a potion that turns pain into pleasure. She said anypony who would drink it would know how I feel. Please, Twilight, drink it and do this with me.”
This is an odd series of events for Twilight. She had a lot of doubts, but Fluttershy had put her friendship on the line with Twilight and showed so much confidence by putting her trust in her. The best that she can do is return the favor.
"Well, I don't think anypony has made a study like this before. I'd love to try and document what kind of results we can get" she agreed.
"R-really?!"
"Yeah, I've already been stung by a lot of bees in my lifetime. What's a few more? That and... It's really brave of you to pour your heart out like that. If this strengthens our friendship, I’ll do it."
"Oh, Twilight! Thank you for giving this a chance!"
Back at Fluttershy's cottage, she and Twilight prepare for the experiments. Fluttershy gathers a wide variety of stinging insects and first aid, just in case anything goes wrong. Twilight prepares a writing area for her to make notes outside during the stinging process.
"Ok, Fluttershy. How are we going to do this?" Twilight queries.
"Well, first, you need to drink the potion that Zecora gave us. Second, I'll choose the weakest looking insects to sting you and work our way up. Finally, after each sting, you write down how it feels in a scale of one to five", Fluttershy answers.
"Where exactly are they stinging me?"
"I find the... butt to be the best place."
"The... butt?"
"Right. You would need to bend over and lift your tail high so you don't obstruct them from making contact."
"Exactly how many times have you done this?"
"Too many to count."
"Well... Ok. I trust you."
Twilight pops the cork of the potion bottle and begins to drink. It's very fruity and burns the throat as it goes down like wine. Unlike wine, however, the burning sensation turns into a very euphoric feeling.
"W-wow!" she shouts.
"How is it?" asks Fluttershy.
"I feel pretty relaxed... Ok. Let's do this."
Twilight sets her notepad and pen on the ground in of her, and then she puts her head down and her hindquarters up. A flick of the tail reveals her sex for all to see. Her buttocks were a mix between toned and plump. She's done a lot of running, but a lot of sitting, too. Fluttershy couldn't help staring at her marehood, but also her purple star above it. Although she started this exercise as friends, she couldn’t help but feel aroused, wondering what it would be like to sting her best friend on her soft flanks.
"Fluttershy, are we ready to get started?"
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah. First up, the sweat bee."
The sweat bee flies towards Twilight's butt and hovers over it, waiting for the go-ahead.
"Ready?"
"Y-yeah."
"Go for it!"
The sweat bee dives makes contact with Twilight's rump, fighting through the fur to reach the skin. Upon its discovery, it stings her rump as hard as it possibly could.
"Oh!"
Satisfied, the sweat bee dislodges its stinger and flies back to the line-up.
"How was it?"
"It was like... somepony pulled a single strand of hair from my butt."
"And?"
"Giving it a 1 out of 5 is being generous..."
The sweat bee looks very disappointed...
"Awww, don't feel bad. You did what you could. After all, I always appreciate your efforts!"
The sweat bee perked up from Fluttershy’s kind words. Next up is the fire ant. Fluttershy placed the little guy on her hoof and onto Twilight's left cheek.
"Let's see if you live up to your name", Twilight said coyly.
Taking this as a challenge, the fire ant clamps on to Twilight's rear with its jaws and raises its abdomen. With a hearty thrust, it shoves its stinger into her backside. The venom gets to work in making a burning sensation.
"Ow."
Suddenly, the burning feeling starts to soothe into something odd. It's like the feeling of a hoof gently caressing her butt, nursing her wound.
"Uh, Fluttershy, I think that Zecora's potion is working..."
"And? How'd he do?"
"2 out of 5, it hurt, but it wasn't bad...Not bad at all."
After, setting the ant back down to the ground, next up is Fluttershy's favorite, the yellow jacket.
"So the potion works well?" asks Fluttershy.
"Mm-hm. It felt nice afterward", assures Twilight
"Well, this should make it a bit more interesting. Attack, little one."
By Fluttershy’s command, the wasp flies high, making a small loop, before divebombing Twilight’s right cheek. The stinger pierces deep, emptying its sac of venom into her skin.
"Ow!"
But, as the pain was about to take hold, Twilight’s legs started to quiver. Her backside tickled, making a feeling like somepony was rubbing her sensually.
"W-what is going on?" Twilight asks, moaning a bit.
"Are you all right?"
"2.5.... 2.5 out of 5..."
"Ok, I'll call in the next insect."
"I can't wait," Twilight mutters in her breath.
Fluttershy calls up to bat the insect that is infamous in its sting the world over.
"Honey bees should be old hat to you, Twilight."
"Yeah... Let him lay into me."
"Excuse me?"
Twilight said nothing else. She put her head to the grass, wondering what has gotten over her.
"Well, go on ahead, little one", commanded Fluttershy.
The bee lives up to its name by making a beeline to her exposed ass. One more stinger penetrates her soft supple buttocks as the venom, more potent than the yellow jacket's, begin to spread throughout her cheek.
"Ah!"
The potion takes hold once more. This time, the area of effect makes the pleasure that much greater. Something starts to take hold of urges. Fluttershy spots Twilight's pussy starting to wink and moisten. Truthfully, Fluttershy could hardly contain herself, either.
"How was it?" Fluttershy asks again.
"A...A three. It felt so painful, but then it felt so..."
"Good."
"Yes! Is... is this how you feel?"
"Exactly. I can't control myself. I get the same rushes you do. Zecora's potion makes you feel what I feel."
Fluttershy licks her lips. “Should I kiss it to make it feel better?”
Before Twilight could answer, Fluttershy plants her lips upon the sting wound with a moan escaping from Twilight’s lips.
"Give me another!"
"As you wish."
Twilight looks behind her to see the biggest paper wasp she has ever seen. It terrified her but, at the same time, it made her wet with anticipation.
"Give it to her good" Fluttershy said with a smirk.
The wasp wastes no time in delivering another powerful blow to Twilight's behind. The massive shock of his stinger makes Twilight convulse in pain.
"Ahh, AH!"
The agony flows through her, making her heart pulse and adrenaline flow. The pleasure balances out, sending tingling sensations inside her vaginal area. Instinctively, her hoof reaches out to satiate her primal urges.
"This... This is incredible. I can't help myself..."
"Once you get a taste of venom, there is no going back. The sting is so much sweeter when sexual pleasures are its driving force."
Fluttershy reaches to move Twilight’s hoof away from her marehood.
"Now, let me have a taste of the honey my little ones have produced.
Fluttershy traces her tongue around Twilight's moist vulva, sampling a flavor of her pain-induced love juices.
"Sweet Celestia, this feels so goooood."
Twilight forgot about the sting rating, and even the experiment altogether, as Fluttershy continues to stroke her tongue up and down the path between Twilight’s lovely lips. Then, Fluttershy began to suck on Twilight’s clitoris and Twilight moans in absolute ecstasy. Feeling that the sensation of the previous sting was starting to lose its edge, Fluttershy summons the new insect to the targeting range.
"Now we are getting to the good stuff", Fluttershy says playfully. A Tarantula Hawk swoops in front of Twilight's face, surprising her with its loud buzzing.
"Show her what you are going to do..."
The hornet extends its stinger to the length of a pencil’s tip. Twilight's heartbeat quickens as she gets an eyeful of what she is in for.
"That's right, Twilight. That long and scary stinger is going right inside your butt. Do you feel the fear? The thrill? The anticipation? I feel it, too."
Twilight couldn't believe it. Fluttershy has changed into a completely different pony. But even then, Twilight couldn’t help but give her backside a sultry shake, urging the wasp to attack it.
"Look at her. She’s practically begging to be at the receiving end of your venomous blade. I think you should grant her wish." Fluttershy’s words sparked another adrenaline shot in Twilight, as she continues to lap her tongue inside Twilight's vaginal cavity, sending surges of pleasure throughout. The good feeling is ended abruptly when the tarantula hawk's stinger penetrates through Twilight's hind orbs.
"AHH AHHHHHH!"
The pain is incredible. The entire length of it continues to drill inside until her skin reached up to the tip of its abdomen. After pumping its potent venom, the wasp dislodges from Twilight's ass and flies toward's Fluttershy.
“Good girl! Now, the rest of you, I think it’s unfair that Twilight is getting all the fun. I want some, too.
All the flying insects that were used before gather together and, one by one, dive towards Fluttershy’s rear to make their painful deliveries. The pain makes her cringe and moan at the same time. She didn't say it, but the intensity of the stings was greater than Twilight's.
She didn't need the potion to pleasure herself from it. Her hoof rubbed her own clit, while licking Twilight's.
"Fluttershy! Are you ok?"
"I LIVE for this. Pain makes the pleasure all the more satisfying, wouldn't you agree?"
"I..."
Shhhh, it's time for the finale..."
As soon as all the insects dislodged themselves from Fluttershy’s ass, she placed her hoof in the grass to pick up her secret weapon, the bullet ant. Fluttershy held it in its hoof, looking at it with anticipation.
"This is the big one, Twilight, the bullet ant. The worst sting that I'm sure you will ever feel. But first, I need to see if he will satisfy my own needs..."
She places the ant on her backside. However, it doesn't settle on her cheek. Instead, it marches to outside of her vulva. Fluttershy moves her hoof from her private area and spreads her cheek wider to give it more room.
"I'm close. Do it. Do it NOW!"
The ant obliges, striking Fluttershy where it hurts the most. The venom from the sting is brings about a terrible aching sensation, like the feeling of a sword driven down her marehood and inside her uterus. Fluttershy lets out a pained scream that echoes throughout the area. The ant moves away just in time as a flood of liquid spills out. Her knees weaken as she goes through a series of orgasms. Struggling to catch her breath, Fluttershy stares into Twilight's eyes.
"Ooooh, oh that.... That was murderous. There is SO much pain in such a tiny little insect. Now... Now it is your turn...." Fluttershy says while catching her breath.
She moves the ant to Twilight's rump.
"I'm busy with this hole. Maybe you can sting the other."
"WAIT, Fluttershy, this might be too much for me!" shouts Twilight.
"I anticipate for it to overwhelm you."
The ant settles on Twilight's puckered anus. It twitches upon the ant's touch.
"Now, feel the burning wrath of nature!" shouts Fluttershy.
The ant burrows its stinger deep into the rim of the ring around the anus. The venom courses through and sends shockwaves of agony into her insides.
Twilight screams a scream of both incredible pain and immeasurable pleasure. Before the pain overwhelmed her senses, the potion's effect sent waves of ecstasy back her hindquarters. Her canal walls contract and loosen furiously as streams of mare cum splashes onto Fluttershy's face.
Fluttershy laps her tongue around her lips, tasting what Twilight delivered unto her. She set the ant down gently from Twilight's rump, as
Twilight collapses unto the grass, breathing heavily.
"Are you alright?" asks Fluttershy, concerned that she may have gone overboard.
"T-That's gonna hurt in the morning... Ha..." pants Twilight.
"Haha. So what score do you give that?"
"Ha...I think... I give you... a 5 out of 5...."
Twilight leans in to kiss Fluttershy. As she sensually returns a kiss right back, Twilight could have sworn that the insects started applauding. Maybe it was just her...
Fluttershy is running through the Everfree Forest, panicking over the worst that might have happened. It’s been three days since she cured Zecora of the dreaded swamp fever, and she fears that she may have contacted it again. Zecora’s letter came to Fluttershy via a carrier pigeon, and the letter said was…
“Dear Miss Fluttershy, brave and true, there is something I need of you. It’s about the swamp fever disease. Make haste to my hut, if you please.”
Fluttershy has braved the wilderness to save Zecora, so much that she contacted the disease herself. And, ever since she found the cure, a moment in her adventure came flashing back to her, making her a little cold just thinking about it.
At last, she arrived at Zecora’s hut. Overly concerned for her friend, she throws courtesy to the wind and slams the door open, frightening the poor zebra inside. Zecora drops a wooden mask that has been chiseled, but not painted yet.
Desperate to catch her breath, Fluttershy shouts as loud as her quiet voice can muster and says “Zecora! Are you ok?! Please don’t tell me you caught swamp fever again!”
Fluttershy somehow manages to regain her composure, and takes another look at the zebra. She doesn’t appear to have the symptoms of swamp fever. No orange spots, no bubbles, no lightning, no leaves, nothing. Zecora gives a hearty laugh as Fluttershy looks both relieved and visibly confused.
“Oh, Ms. Fluttershy, I never intended to frighten you so. I called you here, because there’s something you need to know”, rhymes Zecora. “I’m sure you’ve been to Ponyville lately and are quite aware of the latest new panic called the Swamp Fever Scare?”
Fluttershy paused. Ever since Doctor Horse, Fluttershy, and Zecora contracted the disease, the citizens of Ponyville have been terrified about who else was going to be next. She’s seen all the bunk that doctors have been telling ponies to stay healthy and avoid an outbreak, all issued by the mayor to try and quell the ponies’ fears. Wash your hooves regularly, avoid contact with infected individuals, follow official instructions, and so on. Fluttershy knows it takes one whiff of the flowers deadly pollen to infect a pony, and no amount of hoof washing will prevent it.
“Yes. I’m aware that ponies have been really nervous. They make me look calm and collected in comparison”, Fluttershy responds.
“Well, I have news that can keep these scared ponies alive. Near my hut, by the swamp where I was infected, I found a flash bee hive”, informs Zecora.
This news triggers flashbacks to Fluttershy’s adventure. She thought back to how she discovered the cure for swamp fever was the honey of flash bees. These weren’t like ordinary bees she’s come to know and love. They are super aggressive, and they dish out painful stings that zap the wounded area with an electric shock. She remembers how her stare didn’t work. She remembers how the bees stung her. She remembers how much pain they dealt to her.
It excites her in a way that most ponies can’t imagine.
A very, very small number of ponies know this, but Fluttershy is a mellisophile, a pony who has a sexual attraction to insect stings. Bees, wasps, hornets, scorpions, ants, they have all stung her needy haunch from time to time. Sometimes, she let insects sting her was to relieve their stress. If the wasps are too over-aggressive, Fluttershy would offer her rump to avoid them hurting anyone else. Either way, she got a painful, gratifying kick out of it.
But, the flash bees were a different beast altogether. Their stings were like nothing she had ever felt before. She wished that she wasn’t so sick at the time, so she could truly appreciate their raw aggression. Most ponies would cry and scream at the stings they dish out. Not Fluttershy, however, as she’s dealt with stings before. It was only because of her illness that she could hold out against their onslaught.
“Um… That’s… nice”, states Fluttershy, nervously.
Zecora chuckles at Fluttershy. “Oh, you don’t have to be coy. Your eyes hold a fire. Is there not something you desire?”
Out of all the ponies that know of Fluttershy’s secret, Zecora was one of the few.
“Well, yes. But, surely there is a reason you brought me here, besides the obvious”, whispers Fluttershy.
“There is! How observant of you. This is what I’ve been trying to do. Meadowbrook’s mask is a wonderful tool to make the males and queen bee alike fooled. I’ve been making a mask of my own to use to help in my honey collecting ruse. However, I’ve run into a bit of wall, and I was wondering if you can help me at all. I thought making a mask would be easy to do, but it’s not as easy as painting it yellow and blue. The stripes must not be too thin or too thick, and the patterns must be right to do the trick. It needs to resemble the head of the queen, a bit different from the males’ heads from what I’ve seen. I need someone like you to help me create a mask that will help relieve ponies from a terrible fate.”
Zecora turns to walk towards a chest and pulls out a couple black suits from it, skin tight rubber body suits, to be precise.
“Rarity has been very kind to craft us these suits and ease my mind. The rubber insures that the stings won’t penetrate, and insulate the shocks that they generate. These will protect us when I give the mask its hue. I even had one tailor made for you.”
Fluttershy unfolds her suit and looks at the back of it. There is a larger hole than usual where the tail would exit out of the suit. She puts her legs into the suit and zips it up nice and tight. As she expected, her uncovered, exposed rear end is jutting out of the suit, revealing her vulnerable cheeks to the wild elements that await her, while the rest of her body is protected. It feels particularly drafty. Fluttershy blushes at the odd gift Zecora has given her. While it’s exciting to wear for a situation like this, it’s also embarrassing.
“So, I’m going to be wearing the mask while you paint it?” asks Fluttershy.
“Correct, my friend! If I paint it correctly, their attack will end”, responds Zecora.
“But we already have these suits. Why not harvest the honey with these on?”
“If they are pestered too much, then the bees might be tempted to move away. We need the disguise to calm them, and ensure this colony, and perhaps others, will be safe to stay.”
“How thoughtful of you. I certainly don’t want to stress them out any more than we already will.”
“Now, Fluttershy, you need to tell me if you are prepared. Are you nervous? Are you scared? I know you’ve told me once before how much you wanted to feel their sting. But, they may be too much to handle, and I value your safety over everything. I know that curiosity is getting the best of you, but even I have doubt. You’ve handle lots of stings before but, if they’re too much, I’m pulling you out.”
“Thank you, Zecora. Don’t worry. I know my limits.
Fluttershy and Zecora trek northbound closer to the swamp where Zecora was first infected. They needed to be careful, or risk getting sick again. The two approach a small clearing, where a dead tree is rooted in the center. Fluttershy can see sparks coming from the knothole. The flash bees are inside, and they are ready to attack anyone that dares to approach. Zecora stops Fluttershy and turns her towards the zebra. She then empties the contents of her saddle bag, which contains the wooden mask, shaped like a flash bee, different sized brushes, and vials of oil based paint. Using a large brush and the yellow paint, Zecora coats the mask and waits for it to dry.
“The yellow paint is just the start. The blue stripes are the tricky part”, rhymed Zecora.
After it dries up, Zecora puts the mask on Fluttershy. Zecora also puts on a standard issue netted hat to protect her face.
“Are you ready, Fluttershy? Will you give this plan a try?”
Fluttershy looks back at the beehive with a somewhat worried look, but she wiggles her rump at the thought of something new to try.
“I’m ready. I’ll disturb the bees while you paint. If they stop attacking, I’ll let you know”, affirmed Fluttershy.
“And if they deal too big a blow, you will let me know.”
“Right.”
Fluttershy approaches the hive gingerly, and then turns around to have her backside face the opening. Zecora sits in front of Fluttershy and prepares her paint, dipping her big brush into blue vial. Fluttershy uses her hind leg and gives the hive a few light kicks. Inside, the hive starts buzzing. Their eyes center on Fluttershy’s light yellow rump, as she lifts her tail eagerly.
“Oh dear”, she taunts. “I seem to have kicked this tree. I certainly hope nobody’s home!”
Her bad acting falls on deaf ears, as the bees have never considered letting her get away with pestering her hive without a sharp sting. A single scout is sent to deal with the intruder as it flies around her butt. Fluttershy begins to sweat, and her heart starts to beat. The anticipation is almost more painful than the sting itself. Almost.
The scout chooses his target. It zeros in on Fluttershy’s right buttock, lifting its abdomen to aim down its sights. It’s jagged stinger getting closer and closer until the inevitable touchdown. The tip of the stinger pierces through the skin and digs deeper and deeper into her cheek. The sting is painful enough, but the real hurt comes from the electricity coursing through its stinger. More than five thousand volts runs through her leg. Her muscles spasm from the shock and her vulva winks from the current source being so close to her privates.
“Ah!” Fluttershy gasps.
“Are you alright, my friend? Do you want this to end?” asks Zecora.
Fluttershy can hardly contain herself. The sting itself was painful, but not any worse than a hornet’s. Also, Fluttershy learned that flash bees carry no venom, and their volts do all the work, so she isn’t in danger. But, the first sting gave her a good taste of what she remembers and what’s to come. She slides her right hoof down her stomach and towards her outer lips, giving it a light stroke as she puts her head down.
“Do you mind working like this?” asks Fluttershy.
“Not at all, but pace yourself. Don’t make me worry about your health.”
Fluttershy kicks the tree a couple more times again, really stirring up the nest.
“Goodness, that hurt! I hope they don’t send more after me.”
The queen of the hive is thoroughly annoyed. A whole swarm is sent out to hopefully deter the intruding pony. The bees try to sting the rest of Fluttershy’s body, but to no avail. A few even attempt to sting Zecora, but she is protected as well.
“Ah, there we are. Now, I see the stripes on their face! Now we just need to put the special markings into place.”
The same scout that stung Fluttershy in her vulnerable rump does so again. This time, her left cheek is punctured, and a current surges forth.
“O-OH! Yes. That’s it. That’s the spot! Right there”, Fluttershy whispers to herself.
Her hoof’s pace quickens more and more, itching a scratch that is welling up inside of her. Juices start to emerge from her sex and drip downwards.
The scout calls the attention of the other bees, pointing towards the only unprotected part of Fluttershy’s body. More and more bees are called to the fight. Fluttershy isn’t facing one sting at a time now. She is facing three, then five, then more! The combined shocks of the bees’ stings make Fluttershy’s nethers twitch and squirt like mad, making her hind legs fight to keep her rump in the air. Fluttershy gives a few muffled squeaks as the puddle underneath her rear grows.
“Mmm, come on. I’ve been bad. I’ve been very bad. Sting me! Sting me more! I’m going to take your honey. Yes! Take it all! What will you do about that?!”
The queen watches inside the hive, observing how her subjects fight, but the enemy never falters. The pony’s butt is dotted with wounds and welts and more are adding up. Then, the queen eyes the mare’s vagina more closely. A curious pink button appears briefly from the folds, than retreats. At this moment, the queen knew what to do. If it wanted something done right, she needed to do it herself. She lifts from her resting place and moves towards Fluttershy.
“Ooooooh, Zecora! Zecora! I’m not gonna last much longer. Are you almost done?” whimpers Fluttershy.
“Yes, but I’m constantly redrawing the patterns. Nothing seems to work. This whole game of trial-and-error is driving me berserk. If I can see the queen, I can-“
Zecora stops her rhyming and eyes a single bee that is different from the group, much larger than the others. It’s the queen, and it’s taking aim directly at Fluttershy from a high enough altitude for Zecora to get a good look at her face. The bees quickly scramble away from the queen’s intended target to give her a clear shot.
“That’s it! Those are the tall tale signs of the queen bee! I can paint those stripes out of memory. After I do this, we can both go…”
Zecora cuts herself off again as it notices the queen dive-bombing towards Fluttershy’s clitoris.
“For Celestia’s sake, Fluttershy! Look out below!” shouts the zebra.
With expert timing, the queen stings Fluttershy’s pearl during its brief reveal. The electricity sends a burning intense shock down her vaginal muscles. It’s enough for Fluttershy to release a powerful orgasm that’s been building up from the start. Fluttershy lets out a pained yell that echoes throughout the forest. Her muscles tighten and twitch, releasing stream after stream of fluids from her parting sex. Her legs finally give out as the poor, wounded mare slumps on top of the puddle under her with a quiet splash. The queen dislodges itself from Fluttershy and looks at the handiwork of her and her servants. The battle is won against the strange, leaking giant.
Fluttershy is breathing heavily, trying to stand again. Zecora slides her brush to make the last finishing touches on the mask.
“And… done! Brave work, Fluttershy! Now, let’s give this mask a try.”
Zecora picks up Fluttershy, helping her to stand on four legs again. She weakly turns to face the swarm. They grow quiet and their sparks start to calm. The queen and her subjects are confused! They have been stinging a fellow flash bee this entire time? The queen realizes her error and retreats in shame. The rest of the bees follow suit. Zecora places her hoof on Fluttershy’s face and turns her head towards Zecora’s.
“Are you ok? That was a very painful sting… Please, don’t be silent. Say something…” Zecora pleads.
“T-That… that was the most intense release… I’ve ever had…”
Upon finishing those words, Fluttershy falls asleep, hearing the protests to stay awake by Zecora.
The next day, Fluttershy visits Zecora’s one more time. She raps on the door with her hoof and waits for a response. Zecora opens the door to greet Fluttershy with a smile.
“Fluttershy! Pray tell, did you sleep well?” asks Zecora.
“Oh, yes! I slept fine. Thank you for taking me home. I know it must have been a grueling trip, and Angel Bunny wasn’t happy giving me a new set of bandages, either”, Fluttershy responds, as she turns to give Zecora good look at the bandages and aloe applied to her rump.
“Oh! Well, what can I say? You deserved the break. You’re the hero of the day! The mask works perfectly to fool the bees. Now I hope to make more copies. Your determination and stalwart attitude brought out the queen for me to recreate the stripes, no doubt. Ponyville is indebted to you and your service against the swamp fever disease. But, where are my manners? I’ll get some tea. Take a seat, please.”
As he trotted down the well-manicured pathway, surrounded by beautiful trees all around, Braeburn almost felt a little jealous that one of Applejack’s friends had a place as lovely as this. Granted, he’s been here before on the occasional trip to Ponyville and when meeting everypony, but he couldn’t say he really took the time to appreciate the serene beauty of where he was. The trees were full of blooming flowers in celebration of spring, and birds were chirping all around among the flawless blue skies. And as soon as he saw the cottage in the distance, Braeburn almost felt like he stumbled upon a postcard.
Of course, despite how amazing the view was, it was kinda hard to focus when his mind was reeling with what might happen as soon as he met up with Fluttershy.
He stepped up to her door nervously with a lump in his throat, knowing that a few knocks will set everything into motion. He could’ve always made the occasional excuse of not making it due to a sickness or full schedule, anything really. However, he wasn’t the type to lie, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. He gulped and tapped a rhythmic knocking at the door. It took a minute for a response. He lifted his hoof to try again, but the door opened before he had the chance.
Fluttershy looked back at Braeburn, giving a small smile. Inside her own mind, she was just as nervous as he was, but for different reasons. “Um, hello, Braeburn. I’m… happy that you could come see me. Was the trip from Apploosa an enjoyable one?” she asked politely.
Braeburn exhaled shakily, knowing that he was probably deeply blushed when he felt how hot his face was getting. Of course, he was still able to smile kindly back at her and nod his head. “Y-Yes ma’am,” he replied with a tip of his Stetson. “And uhhh… Ah wanted to thank ya for those letters back. That aloe recipe really did help a lot.”
“Good! I’m glad that they were able to help you… uh-” Fluttershy cleared her throat. “I’m glad they helped you. It is a special recipe of mine. It helps numb the pain whenever I have too many…” The yellow mare blushed a little deeper as she paused, and had to look away bashfully. “Goodness, I’m sorry. This is really the first time that I’ve been able to discuss this so openly with somepony other than Zecora.”
“Hey, it’s alright,” assured Braeburn with hooves raised, even though he looked just as flustered as Fluttershy did. “Ah mean, Ah don’t blame ya for a second. Like…” The stallion looked away from her with a bit lip, briefly thinking over what to say before sighing with a shake of his head. “Like… Ah only just found out about this… thing. And Ah… Ah’m still feelin’ nervous about it. Even after Ah…”
That was when Braeburn’s words trailed off, worried about saying much more while he was technically still outside. Even though he knew that Fluttershy wouldn’t judge, he still felt extremely nervous with anypony knowing what he did a while back. Or that, at soon as his injuries were healed, he went right back out there and did it again.
It took a few seconds after Braeburn looked around him nervously for Fluttershy to realize that both of them needed to discuss this privately. “O-Oh! Sorry. Please, come in. The critters are all outside today, so we have the whole house to ourselves.” She opened the door wider for him, secretly looking behind him to see if he was followed. She trusted Braeburn to keep this matter to himself, but ponies are always curious creatures and rumors are liable to spread at the very idea of Braeburn visiting her alone in a secluded cottage. When she saw nopony else was around, she motioned him to come in.
Braeburn quickly entered and closed the door behind them, feeling just as nervous about this as she was. Of course, at remembering all the things they discussed before, the stallion knew he could trust her with this. After seeing that the inside of the cozy cottage was indeed empty of any animals, he sighed in relief before glancing back at the mare. “Alright, s-so... ummm… h-how does this, like… go?” He bit his lip worriedly, unsure what else he could say while blushing back at the equally sheepish mare.
“W-well, my schedule is usually like this. I like to walk around the general area of my cottage and see if the animals need any food or care. However, there are… scuffles that usually happen. You know, dogs and cats not getting along, that sort of thing” explained Fluttershy as she recollected her usual routine. “Sometimes, it’s not just the mammals, birds, or lizards. The insects have their stressful days, too. The insects I usually am more wary of are the bees and wasps. When they get stressed, they can hurt any other creature that accidentally comes close to their home…”
As soon as the mare began talking about the insects, Braeburn’s lips were bitten tightly shut as he listened. Despite how red his face got, it was clear he was listening intently to Fluttershy’s explanation. His heart was pounding in a mix of worry and excitement, but he kept himself from saying anything before the mare finished.
“So,” she continued, “When the bees start getting cranky, I try not to let them sting anything. They only get one sting before they… die, and that can only make things worse for the hive. So, I soften them up by planting more flowers next to their home, or talking to them… through dancing.” She giggled when she remembered how she put on a bee costume and danced in circles, similar to how they communicate. She snapped out of her thought and continued. “But, the wasps are more aggressive, and calming them down is not as easy as planting flowers or giving them honey...”
Braeburn already knew where this was going, but he still helped nervously as his face felt hotter. Even though he was sure Fluttershy would understand if it did happen, the stallion hoped that he wouldn’t get too excited at what might happen. So in an attempt to keep any blood flow solely on his face and nowhere else, Braeburn shuffled his hind legs a little and asked shakily, “S-So… W-What do you do?”
Fluttershy took a deep breath to calm her own nerves. It’s never easy for Fluttershy to describe what she does when nopony is around, even if they already know. “What else can I do? If they are looking for something to sting, I… I let them sting me instead.”
Braeburn tried to breathe out calmly in response, but his body still shuddered a bit in response to hearing that. He wasn’t sure if that would embarrass her or not, and he ended up looking away for a second with a heavy blush. “Ummm… o-okay then. S-So…” He paused briefly to contemplate asking, and eventually sighed before looking back at her curiously. “Are… are they actin’ aggressive now?”
Fluttershy huffed and her mouth formed into an adorable pout. “It seems that everything is bugging them these days.” Fluttershy caught her own pun, and gave a laugh. “Ah ha… ha. But, yes. They are upset today. It’s the Summer weather. The days are longer, hotter, and they are more active. It’s bound to happen occasionally.” Fluttershy glanced down at the floor and gave her hoof a small kick. She wanted to ask him to help her. It’s why she invited him in the first place, though she didn’t express it in her invitation. But, as usual, her shyness got in the way of doing so directly.
Even though Braeburn was never asked anything about it, he had a feeling Fluttershy wanted him to come by due to common interests. After all, she was the only one of Applejack’s friends who wrote to him personally, and that was after he wrote to her about his own experiences. After a pregnant bout of silence, Braeburn turned his head to clear his throat awkwardly. “S-So, ummm… how… how aggressive would ya say them wasps are?”
“Certainly not as aggressive as yellow jackets. You know, you really surprised me when you wrote that you used them for your first sting. I honestly thought you would start off with a bumble bee, or maybe a fire ant” she giggled. “Still, they are really aggressive, and they might give a warning before they start stinging you. You need to respond quickly, though. So, when...” She swallowed a small gulp and prepared herself. “So, if you w-would like to… join me, l-let me do the talking first. Otherwise, they might attack us both.”
She did it. She finally invited him to partake in something so personal in her life. It felt like a load was lifted off her shoulders. But, as soon as that feeling went, a worse feeling came to haunt her: a fear of rejection. She was scared to know what Braeburn was thinking, if it was anything negative. Was he still willing to share this experience with her, or will he walk out the door, possibly thinking he wasted his time travelling to talk to an insane pony?
Braeburn only stood for a few seconds with his eyes widened, and his blush growing to a shade of red similar to his cousin Mac’s. He wasn’t sure how long he was standing in silence after Fluttershy made that offer, but it felt much longer than it probably was while his heart pounded in his chest. After pursing his lips shut for a moment, the stallion gulped in overwhelming anxiousness. But as soon as he breathed out, studying the timid look of worry on that mare’s face, the pony knew exactly what he wanted to say in response. “W-Well, ummm…”
After a split-second pause in apprehension, Braeburn smiled nervously and nodded with a blush. “I-If ya want me to help out, then… What kind of gentlecolt would Ah be to refuse?~”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened and stared back at him momentarily. Then, almost immediately, she gave Braeburn a hug around his thick, rugged neck. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Upon realizing what this meant, the enthusiastic pegasus let him go while keeping a wide smile. “Hold on, let me get some essentials before we go. Don’t worry. You’re perfectly safe with me!” As fast as her legs could allow her in a quaint household, she rushed to her bathroom. On the side of the wall is a small white cabinet, stuffed with medical supplies for herself and other animals that need care. She gathered the usual essentials, bandages, her homemade aloe formula; and, for the most dire of insect sting emergencies, an adrenaline shot. She never had used it before for herself, but she wasn’t sure just how much punishment Braeburn could really take, so she figured it was safer to have it with her. Once she laid them out on the sink, she took a quick trek to her room to fetch her saddle bag and place the supplies carefully inside. She finally put on the bag and went back downstairs to rendezvous with Braeburn. “I hope I didn’t make you wait for very long. Are you ready?” she asked excitedly.
Braeburn’s heart was thumping faster than a jackrabbit, but he was still able to nod pertly while carrying a worried smile of his own. “Ummm… a-alright then,” he said as he tried not to sound too excited by what might occur. After experiencing those yellow jackets more than once, the stallion could feel himself getting enticed as he followed the mare to the back door of the cottage. “L-Lead the way, Ma’am~”
Braeburn trailed behind Fluttershy, following as she lead him to what might be the strangest thing he’s ever done in his life. It was odd enough to fulfill his curiosities alone, but he couldn’t have fathomed doing it with another pony up until now. Fluttershy was just as nervous as he was, but more for Braeburn’s safety than anything else. She began to realize that he was actually putting his trust onto her, and how devastating it would be if she returned his trust with a visit to the hospital, or worse. But in an attempt to keep from dwelling too much on hypotheticals, the mare tried to keep herself in an optimistic (and slightly) enticed spirit by the time they reached an old tree at the edge of her backyard. “This is it.” she whispered, loud enough for Braeburn to hear. She pointed towards a low hanging, craggley branch. At the end of it was a paper nest, grey in color and pouring with wasps constantly going in and out of their home. Many of them were either hovering around the nest in defense, or anxiously crawling along the structure with their buzzing sounding unbelievably stressed. Hearing how intense it was getting, Fluttershy’s fur rode up for a second as a tingle crept up her spine.
Fortunately, it seemed that Braeburn was just as terrified and enticed by the sight before them. As soon as he saw that threatening cloud of dangerous insects, buzzing louder than those yellow jackets did back in the desert, the stallion gulped with a twinge of hesitance creeping into his mind. However, that nest also caused his body to react much differently than his brain. Along with his face remaining deeply blushed, Braeburn could feel his member starting to slip from the sheath between his wobbly legs.
Fluttershy turned to discuss her plan with Braeburn, but reeled back in shock when she noticed that Braeburn was getting more and more excited underneath him. “G-goodness!” she said, struggling to keep her volume down. She sheepishly looked away with a deep blush while covering her smile with a hoof. “You really are willing to do this, aren’t you?”
“What? I do--GNNGH!” as soon as he realized where the mare was staring, the stallion quickly turned away and crossed his hind-legs with an embarrassed blush. He pulled his hat down to cover his face as he tried to speak in defense. “Ah… Ah wasn’t tryin’ ta…” Even though his Stetson muffled his words a little, he hoped that Fluttershy heard enough of it for him to get away with his words trailing off shamefully.
“It’s ok,” whispered Fluttershy as she approached him closer and gently lifted his hat up. His eyes laid upon Fluttershy’s caring, tender smile as she tried to comfort him. “If you must know, I’m… I-I’m excited, too.” Perhaps one of the wasps knew about Fluttershy’s frequent visits, or perhaps it had a particularly bad day today, but Braeburn focused his attention on Fluttershy’s flank as that one needy wasp landed on it.
“Ummm…” Braeburn’s eyes widened a little as he lifted a shaky hoof to point at Fluttershy’s flank. “T-There’s a wasp right, ummm…” Upon realizing who he was talking to, Braeburn stopped his warning the instant he saw her sultry smirk back up at him. He may have been more attracted to stallions, but he’d be lying if he tried to say Fluttershy didn’t give an especially enticing look back at him.
“It looks like someone couldn’t wait longer,” stated Fluttershy as she lifted her tail to give the insect more room to traverse across her hindquarters. “Imagine if this happened to a poor bunny or squirrel. I couldn’t bare that thought.” She then glanced back at that little wasp crawling across her flank, biting her lip for a second before groaning softly. “Go ahead, little one. Pick a spot. You’ll be the first to break me in today.”
The wasp needed no other signal. Without hesitation, it lifts its abdomen upwards and unsheathes its stinger. It held its position long enough for Braeburn to get a close look at the smooth dagger, aiming to pierce the quiet pony’s rump. Braeburn’s eyes widened on the sight, and he couldn’t help shuddering in thought of what kind of punch that stinger could pack. “W-Wow,” he muttered in a faint and shaky voice. “T-That looks like… s-somethin’ fierce...”
The wasp quickly thrusted downward, breaking the skin on the upper-right side of her right buttock. It dug its stinger deeper downwards, delivering its payload of venom into her. Fluttershy gritted her teeth momentarily and sharply inhaled. Her muscles twitched at the feeling of the needle dislodging itself from her rump, and a burst of burning sensation soon washed over the wound. Wasp stings may not linger as long as a honey bee sting, but the initial shock is powerful enough to make the strongest pony stagger.
Fluttershy slowly exhaled as the wasp flew away from its handiwork. Her legs shook as she tried to compose herself again. Taking a deep breath, she managed to control herself before she did anything inappropriate for now. Meanwhile, Braeburn was in a similarly enticed state of mind after seeing that first bitter sting on Fluttershy’s butt, causing him to try his hardest not to look too aroused again. Of course, it seemed that from that knowing grin the mare shot back at him, that she was almost expecting him to do something about that twitching member between his crossed legs.
Fluttershy blushed a deep red on her face and let out a small chuckle. “I suppose the wasps aren’t the only ones that are eager”, she taunted. She looked away from Braeburn for a second, and stared down at the grass beneath her hooves. Slowly, she turned around to face away from him. Her wings stretched out to hide her embarrassed face, as she lifted her tail to give him a better view of her sex. Braeburn couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed as her vulva started to wink, signaling her arousal of what’s yet to come. Without a word, she pulled her tail back down and walked toward the hive.
Fluttershy looked upwards at the hive once she was close enough, and called out to the wasps flowing through the opening. “Excuse me, everyone. May I have a moment of your valuable time?”
Braeburn tensed up a bit as he watched the pegasus talking up the angry wasp nest. He may have known that Fluttershy could talk with animals, but it was still really weird to see happen for real. Of course, at hearing the buzzing in the nest die down for a moment, Braeburn could tell that she really was able to get their attention. The stallion took a breath before stepping closer towards the mare as she spoke. Unfortunately, this turned out to be a mistake on his part, as his approach angered the wasps even further. Fluttershy quickly turned her head and motioned her hoof to ask him to stay put. Luckily, the angered buzzing made Braeburn quickly step away for his own safety.
Fluttershy calmly, but desperately tried to calm them down. “It’s ok! Don’t worry. He’s not going to hurt any of you or me. He’s a friend. And he…” The mare blushed a little during her pause before stating with a sincere smile. “...He wants to help you too.” The wasps are wary, but collectively decided to give Braeburn a chance to approach. Their buzzing died down to a hum, signalling his welcome. Fluttershy put her hoof to her chest and exhaled in relief. “Thank you, friends.”
After breathing out weakly in relief, the stallion trotted back up beside Fluttershy while biting his bottom lip.
“Now then,” continued Fluttershy, “I have been hearing from the local fauna that you have been very… protective as of late. I’m here to help those of you that are particularly in a bad mood to help relieve your tension through me and my friend. Afterwards, I don’t want to hear from the other animals how you gave them a few undeserved lumps for a good while. Are we in agreement?” Her firm tone seemed risky to Braeburn, but he remembered how she told him that she’s been through this song-and-dance before. He also wondered if they simply caused trouble so they can have her as a pincushion, but he bit his tongue about it. Besides, given what he felt from those yellow jackets, part of him may have gotten a little jealous if that was the case.
“Good. Now, then…” Fluttershy turned to Braeburn and motioned him to come closer to her. He obliged and walked gingerly towards her. When he was close enough, Fluttershy put her hoof up, signalling him to stop, and then swung her hoof in a circular motion, signalling him to turn around. Braeburn felt his heart skip a beat as he gulped nervously, but then complied with a small shudder that swept across his body. After a deep breath, the stallion kept his muzzle shut as he turned around. Soon the wasp nest was completely behind him, with his waiting rump being pointed right at it; he wanted to be freaked out, but the only response his body gave was a strong twitch of his member hitting his stomach.
“I hope that you’ll forgive me for what I’m about to do next”, she whispered to Braeburn. At first, he was confused and little scared about what she was going to do. But after she took a breath, he was shocked to feel Fluttershy pulling his tail up with her foreleg and giving the wasps a better view of his toned, muscular cheeks and everything in between. Braeburn’s blush exploded across his face, but he could only shiver from the exposure as his stallionhood grew harder
“This is where you will be stinging,” she commanded as her other hoof traced circles on his buttocks. Sweat started to form on Braeburn’s face at the feeling of Fluttershy directing where exactly they were going to be inserting their sharp, dangerous-looking stingers. He felt like he should say something in response, but he could only shudder at the feeling of exposure and pending pain he was about to endure. Even though other thoughts were lingering in his mind from what was about to happen, the stallion clenched his eyes shut to keep in focus. And after a deep breath, Braeburn exhaled deeply before lowering the front half of his body, leaving his rear completely raised and exposed invitingly for those pesky stingers.
His clenched eyes suddenly opened in surprise when Fluttershy lightly touched his jewels swinging underneath. Though she didn’t mean to do so sexually, the feeling made his genitals twitch in response. “These are absolutely off-limits. If I hear that you so much as even land on them, I will stop this immediately and leave you to your anxiety. And, while we are at it, this is also off-limits.” Her hoof glided upwards towards the underside of his tail, hovering over his anus. “Do not touch this either. It’s a dirty place and I don’t want him to suffer any lasting damage.”
Braeburn bit the inside of his cheek in embarrassment, unsure how to feel about a mare touching him like she was presenting an anatomy class. Even though he appreciated her giving those instructions, it still made him feel a little uneasy. Oh well, he thought to himself as he breathed out in confirmation. At least she’s helpin’ a lot. Plus, Ah should be glad she ain’t keepin’ them fr-- The stallion tensed up and quickly shook his head, not wanting to finish that thought and get any ideas he shouldn’t. Hoping to keep his head clear, Braeburn re-closed his eyes as he felt her hoof pull away.
Fluttershy leaned in closer to his ear. “Sorry… Trust me. You need to tell them these things, otherwise they won’t hold back”, she whispered to him. She finally stepped away from Braeburn as she gave the wasps the flying room they needed to navigate around him. She also took off her saddle bag and put her medical supplies on standby. “One at a time, please. You may begin when ready.”
Braeburn’s eyes were tightly closed, so the only sign he got of the wasps’ agreement was the sound of their buzzing intensifying. Even as his tail was lifted up, it waved involuntarily across his back as he laid in such a submissive stance. As soon as he felt a wasp land right on the middle of his right cheek, he took a breath through his nostrils while his muzzle stayed tightly shut. Even though he may have felt stingers before, his heart was still racing in anticipation for that first wasp to stick him hard.
Fluttershy watched with a bit lip and narrowed eyes as the wasp’s stinger came out into view, and it eagerly bore down on Braeburn’s rump to stab his flesh without warning. The stallion let out a weak grunt as he felt the needle stick into his cheek, piercing the skin and injecting its venom as deep as it could. He tried to keep himself from getting too vocal, knowing that this place wasn’t as vacant as the yellow jacket nests; of course, that didn’t stop the pony from writhing with a heavy groan by the time the first wasp flew away, leaving a sizeable red dot on his rump that burned like crazy.
Fluttershy’s heartbeat grew at the sight of him getting his first sting. It was one thing to feel the stinger burrowing into her. It was another matter entirely to actually see the stinger go inside him. Her breathing became louder as the heat ran to her cheeks, as well as to her nether region. She instinctively lifted up her tail and her sex started to wink more and more, moistening the folds.
Braeburn brought a hoof up to his face so he could cover his mouth tightly. As he groaned out painfully through his hoof, his rear remained raised and exposed for more stinging. Meanwhile, his member continued to twitch as it stood rock-hard below his stomach and chest, clearly approving of the position he put himself in. By the time the next wasp flew down, resting near the bottom of his left cheek, Braeburn tried not to moan through his hoof at what was going to happen next.
The second wasp punctured the stallion’s flesh much quicker than the first, clearly needing to vent out its frustration from how hard it pierced him. His cheek muscles spasmed a bit from the stinger hitting such a tender part, but the pony remained in place as his muffled moan came out more audibly. The second sting felt a little more intense than the first, probably from hitting a more muscled region of his flank, and the venom burned a little hotter by the time it dislodged from his flesh. As his backside shivered from the familiarly intense pain that was creeping across his cheeks, Braeburn bit his hoof hard as he waited for the next wasp to intensify it.
Fluttershy gazed at Braeburn as he continued to take the wrath of each wasp like a champion. Feeling more and more comfortable about how well he was doing, Fluttershy lowered her upper-body a little, allowing her hooves more reach to touch her wet marehood. Her hoof stroked up and down her lips, occasionally sliding across her winking clit every time it popped from its cover. Her knees trembled a bit, struggling to keep her rear up as she moaned at the sight of Braeburn's toned rear being punctured.
Braeburn could overhear Fluttershy’s faint, cute-sounding moans, but could hardly focus on it as those first two stings started to throb more notably against his flesh. As soon as the third wasp flew down in a hurry to unload its venom, the stallion no longer bit on his hoof as he moaned weakly in anticipation. His whole body jolted from that third prick, which struck his right cheek very close to the middle of his crack. Since the area had a lot less flesh to cushion the stinger than the previous two, the pain was intense enough to make his hind-legs tense up in severe discomfort. Just despite how badly that stinger burned before it was dislodged, Braeburn grunted with a bit lip as he felt his stallionhood throb immensely between his legs.
Fluttershy lifted her head up in concern after hearing Braeburn take a powerful poke. She put her satisfying needs on hold to ask “A-Are you ok? T-they aren’t t-too bad… are they?”
The lingering pain that was burning across his rump, accompanied by the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the sensation, fueled his response as he quickly shook his head. “N-No~” he growled before barely reopening his eyes. He glanced back at her with a strained, but still evident smile while biting his lip to handle the pain. “Ah… Ah dealt with worse~”
“Ah, b-but, you have nopony to help your relax. T-Taking the stings is just one part of the sensation.” Fluttershy, out of overwhelming kindness, crawled on her stomach towards Braeburn, approaching his underside. Getting close enough to practically touch it, she stared at the length of Braeburn’s member as it twitched upward, hitting his stomach. “Poor thing. I-it’s just begging for some attention.” Her face reddened as she gently caressed the shaft of his length with her wet hoof, slowly stroking it up and down in small, straight movements.
“To be honest, I’ve never done this to another stallion before, but… I just can’t leave you unattended…” she whispered sensually. “Please. Don’t mind us. Continue~” she raised her voice to assure the wasps.
Braeburn pulled his hoof away as he moaned more audibly, shuddering as he felt the mare’s warm breath brushing against the underside of his cock. Even though he never did anything with a mare before (mostly since he had already bedded enough stallions to know a girl wasn’t needed), he couldn’t dare resist Fluttershy’s offer while his stallionhood throbbed so strongly above her waiting face. As he tried to gather his breath to respond, Braeburn didn’t realize a fourth wasp landed on his left cheek before feeling the sharp sting near the middle again. “Ah… Ah guess that’d be alri-AAAAHHH!!~”
That fourth sting, which landed especially close to the previous sting on his left cheek, deeply intensified the burning he already felt on that left side. After the venom was deposited, causing his flesh to sting even greater than before, Braeburn clenched his eyes as the pain caused his cock to throb hard above Fluttershy’s face. A small glob of pre spat out from the tip, leaving a couple of drops of the clear substance to fall down and land on Fluttershy’s forehead.
“Ah!” she yelped in surprise before giggling with a blush. “W-Well, it’s no wonder. You really did need somepony to help you out. You’re all pent up...” Licking her lips, Fluttershy lifted her head up to give his tip a slight lick. She extended her tongue to lap up any pre-cum left hanging from him, and licked her lips to savor the taste.
Braeburn kept his eyes closed as he moaned from that first tantalizing lick of the mare’s tongue, greatly contrasting with the burning he felt across his raised butt. “Mmm~” purred the mare sensually, growing more confident with her advances on him, “I think it has the right amount of adrenaline in it. I wonder if I can get some more…?” However, before Fluttershy can manage to put the tip through her lips, a single wasp lands on Fluttershy’s ear and started to buzz loudly.
Another wasp landed directly in the middle of Braeburn’s right cheek, delivering another painful hit of venom that that stabbed right into his supple flesh. His cock throbbed once more as he cried out in a mix of pain and elation, causing another couple drops of pre to shot our and land on Fluttershy’s mane. However, the mare didn’t seem to notice as she listened intently to the buzzing insect by her ear.
“Oooh, now look what happened…” she responded to the wasp’s insisting buzzing. “What’s so… What? Oh, my!” Fluttershy scrambled from underneath Braeburn, wanting to get a better listen to the wasp. She stands to face the hive, and give a singular wasp among the swarm a polite bow, lowering her head. “Your majesty. I’m so honored to see you out of your hive.”
Braeburn looked back at the mare in confusion, his rump and cock both twitching after he was left hanging in pent-up arousal and pain. “W… wha?” he moaned out with squinted eyes.
She turns her head slightly towards Braeburn and gives a whisper. “Braeburn, turn around! The queen is here! She wants to have some relief as well. This is a very rare occasion.”
The stallion’s body was writhing in pain while his balls ached from that teasing, but he reluctantly complied with a groan. After lifting himself back up, Braeburn winced as he turned himself around to face Fluttershy and the wasp queen. The queen descended towards Fluttershy, until it landed softly on her nose. She buzzes in rhythmic patterns, communicating with the pony. Fluttershy carefully turned her head toward Braeburn with a wide grin on her face. “This is so exciting! Here, I’ll translate.”
The queen buzzes some more in beats and patterns. “She says that she wants some relief, too, and she commands you give it to her”, Fluttershy translated.
“Ummm…” After blinking a couple times, Braeburn merely shrugged and nodded in acceptance. “Uhh, alright, Ah guess. Ah mean, if she wants ta do it, then...”
As Braeburn turned to position himself once more, the queen angrily buzzed a formal complaint. “Oh! Wait… His rump isn’t good enough?” questioned Fluttershy. The queen buzzes more. “That’s for commoners, you say!” Fluttershy stifles a laugh while looking at Braeburn in the eyes. He can’t help but feel a bit insulted by that remark, even if it was by an insect. “Well, what do you suggest, your majesty?”
The queen buzzes more. “Something...soft. Untouched… Delicate…” Fluttershy’s eyes soon began to widen, getting a good idea what the queen wanted. Upon seeing the mare’s face, Braeburn started to look concerned as well.
“Oh, dear. That… That’s quite the tall order, your highness…” She looked back at Braeburn worriedly, not saying anything. He saw Fluttershy shifting her eyes towards his own with a bit lip, and then down to his member. And then back to him, and his member again…
Braeburn wasn’t the best at charades, but his eyes began to widen soon enough when he connected the pieces. “W… W-What?” He asked in a weak, but still concerned tone. His heart pounded harder in his chest, not expecting that sort of request to occur after getting a few stings on his butt. But as the seconds passed, the stallion’s face became redder as his lingering thoughts were reemerged.
“S-surely, you can settle with my delicate soft spots, you majesty. I can-” The queen interrupts Fluttershy to throw a tiny temper tantrum. She then flew towards Braeburn and landed on his nose, impatiently awaiting an answer. “Oh dear…” Fluttershy whispered under her breath. “Braeburn. I don’t want to pressure you, but...” She averted her eyes and played with blades of grass with her hoof. “She commands the entire hive. If she’s angry, every wasp is angry, and we’re back to square one…” After thinking it over, Fluttershy huffed with a nervous look and corrected herself. “No, worse than square one. Maybe a square zero!”
Braeburn gulped fretfully, feeling much more nervous than before. In fact, with that queen wasp staring up at him from the bridge of his snout, the stallion felt just as sheepish as he did back when he first tried it with those yellow jackets. He was worried to ask, but his heart was pounding in his chest to hear that confirmation. And between his legs, his member remained fully erect despite what he was going to say. “Y-You… you’re sayin’ that she wants to use my…”
After a brief pause, the stallion looked back at Fluttershy and motioned downward before finishing. “M-My… my dick?” Even though the idea petrified him, saying that didn’t seem to make him grow softer in the slightest. In fact, the stallion could’ve sworn that asking that question almost did the opposite.
The queen emitted a slow, soothing buzz. Fluttershy stared down in amazement on how Braeburn’s body was reacting. “U-um… The queen notices your arousal and... is taking it as a yes...Yes?”
Braeburn felt like he was completely trapped in this scenario as a result of his own body, but he knew he couldn’t lie to either the mare or the queen wasp. The idea was absolutely insane, and something he wanted to turn away immediately. However, as his lewd thoughts continued to intensify in his head, and his butt continued to burn steadily from those earlier stings, something inside the stallion compelled him to be honest. No, it urged him to do it, just to experience something so intense and see how well he could handle it.
After clenching his eyes shut in shameful need, Braeburn exhaled softly through his nostrils before answering, “Y… Y-Yeah…” He then reopened his eyes and nodded to the queen staring up at him. “G… Go ahead, y-your Majesty…”
The queen shot up from his nose, buzzing with excitement. “Oh! Goodness, that certainly brightened up her day.” Fluttershy looked up at the sky, and noticed that evening was steadily approaching. “Oh! I didn’t know it was getting this late.” Fluttershy approached Braeburn and lowered her head down without a word. He parted his forelegs to allow Fluttershy more room and easier access to his cock, still ready and willing. “Sorry, Braeburn, but we will need to speed this up a bit. My animals might come home any minute, and they’ll all be looking for me.”
Braeburn nodded with a bit lip, wanting to get the tension cut away anyway. As he closed his eyes, his nerves tingled as he heard the buzzing of that queen wasp flying down to where Fluttershy was. He then shuddered when he felt her hooves caressing his cock once more, helping to keep him steady for the queen’s much needed relief. The buzzing echoed below his barrel, until he felt the queen landing on the delicate skin of his member. Her crawling around was enough to make it twitch.
Fluttershy helped ease his anxiety by circling her tongue around the flared head and caressing it around her lips. Braeburn couldn’t help but look down to stare at the rear of the pony that was soothing his member, but he tensed up when a small swarm approached him face to face. Fluttershy let the member slide out of her mouth with a pop, and turned to the swarm. “Don’t worry, Braeburn. They’re here for me~” Braeburn’s eyes widened as Fluttershy moved her tail to the side and shook her rump teasingly. “I need to give the rest some treatment, too. They’ve been dying for a release. But don’t worry. I can take it.”
Recalling the mare’s stories about her experiences with stingers, Braeburn trusted her judgement and nodded. Of course, the sight of all those wasps landing over the mare’s exposed backside made him shudder hard with a needy moan, almost wanting to feel jealous of what she was going to receive. But as soon as he felt that queen wasp crawl right to the middle of his shaft, untouched by Fluttershy as she went back in and soothed his cockhead. Braeburn groaned out in dire need as his hind-legs buckled for a second. “O… O-Okay!” he blurted after getting tensed up, ready to feel that royal prick.
The queen was, at least, merciful enough for her victim to be willing to grace him with her stinger. After all, she hardly ever used it, and let her servants do all the work. She lifted her longer abdomen and prepared her stinger. However, she doesn’t just thrust it in like her soldiers. She worked delicately, slowly lowering the sting until the tip touched his skin, awaiting a response from the stallion.
Braeburn gasped at he felt the slightest tease of that stinger touching his skin, almost taunting him to beg for it. His hind-legs trembled even more as his cock throbbed hard, spurting out more globs of his pre that shot into Fluttershy’s mouth. Meanwhile, the mare groaned and moaned through her soothing suckles on the head, her body twitching with each hard sting that was delivered from the wasps covering her rump with their stingers. The creatures were stinging her one at a time, making it a near-constant barrage of pain and stimulation that kept the pegasus on her hooves while tending to Braeburn’s soon-to-be-stung cock. Unable to take much more, the stallion writhed in utter need before moaning out needily, “S… S-Stick it in!”
The queen, satisfied with her victim’s appreciation of her craft, began to lower her abdomen down slowly. Fluttershy watched as the stinger slowly disappeared into his member, until the tip of her abdomen touched the skin. Her venom washed across the shaft of his cock, sending a burning sensation that overwhelmed all of his senses. The feeling of the stinger digging inside was almost enough to bring him to the brink. The instant the stinger went in, the stallion screamed out in unfathomable pain as his whole body tensed up from the queen’s brutal piercing of his delicate flesh.
All the while, Fluttershy is working towards a climax of her own. Her hoof reached down toward her stomach and continued what she left off before. Each sting quickened her pace. Her hoof slid up and down her lips, creating a puddle underneath her. She was close. It just needed a few more strokes and stings. She also focused on Braeburn’s pained member, working to release him from this tension. She suckled on the head, moving her lips to and fro, lathering it with her saliva and gathering whatever comes out.
The combination of Fluttershy’s lips and that queen wasp’s stinger threw Braeburn through a tailspin of conflicting feelings and overwhelming arousal. Despite the blinding pain that was just delivered to his cock, it still throbbed immensely while the queen’s stinger was still embedded in it. And the sounds of Fluttershy’s determined slurps, combined with the droning buzzes of all those wasps around them, landed Braeburn right at the peak of orgasm. As he shuddered from the pain and pleasure melding as one across his body, the pony used the last of his strength to keep his legs held up, moaning out in a strained cry as he teetered on the peak.
And that was when the queen wasp, perhaps sensing how close the stallion was, promptly yanked her stinger out from his cock to leave a huge welt on the shaft.
As soon as the stinger pulled out, the pain he felt was only intensified by the monumental burning that arose from his wound being exposed and swelling. Gritting his teeth, Braeburn couldn’t hold it in as he yelled out in intense pain and unbridled pleasure. And halfway through his long and lingering yell, his cock throbbed only a couple more times before erupting right inside of Fluttershy’s waiting mouth.
As soon as she heard him groan, and the inside of her mouth was hit with that first hard blast of his warm, musky load, she was surprised by how much he was delivering to her. Each shot hit the back of her throat, and she started to struggle to keep it all in. Gulp by gulp, she managed to hold back from coughing and ruining the flow. Speaking of which, Fluttershy began to feel a burning desire to release from deep inside her canals. Each sting brought her closer, as she could feel her release coming to a head. She slid Braeburns cock out of her mouth, and loudly moaned as much as she could. She furiously rubbed her clitoris to help speed up the process until, finally, waves of ecstacy washed over her entire body. The pleasure of her muscles tightening and releasing was almost enough to override the pain. She squirted more juices that splashed on her hoof and on the ground, dripping concentrated amounts of adrenaline and euphoria. Her legs began to shudder wildly until they finally caved in, slamming Fluttershy’s rump to the ground and scattering several wasps. The wasps themselves dispersed and returned to their hive, satisfied with the venom they’ve released that day.
As for the queen, who was very satisfied with her sting, she hovered around Braeburn’s muzzle for a moment while he was laid on top of Fluttershy, panting deeply and just at the brink of exhaustion. After buzzing down and muzzling the stallion’s snout, the queen dispersed towards her hive to continue her reign. Of course, her exit wasn’t noticed by either of the melissiophiliacs as they fell down on top of each other, completely spent and covered in countless wasp stings over themselves.
Fluttershy felt Braeburn’s warm body enveloping over hers, comforting her after an intense session. As he lowered himself to lay on his side, savoring the cool temperatures from the grass, Fluttershy moved to bring herself face to face with the brave stallion that helped her in her time of need. She knew before that he preferred other stallions but, in that tender moment, she embraced Braeburn as somepony she could truly trust. He was a friend to share her most inner feelings to, and she will always treasure the risks he made to help her and her insects.
Alas, she still had things to do that day. Animals to tend to, birds to feed, brushing Angel’s fur, and more that she couldn’t think of at the moment. However, while her body laid limp and burning from all that wasp venom, all that she wanted to do was spend a few more moments with him, under the sun and the sounds of quiet buzzing from above.
“Braeburn… Thank you. You really handled that well.” She paused for a minute to give him a quick kiss on the snout, before placing her head on his chest. “I hope that you’ll be back to help me next time…”
Braeburn’s cock may have stung like a bastard, as well as his rear. However, he couldn’t help but laid out in the grass with such a sweet and unique mare, the stallion didn’t even hesitate to respond with a loving nuzzle against her. “Fluttershy… Ah’d be more than happy to do that~”
Fluttershy's mind dances throughout the night, as her body relaxes inside her favorite bed. Her head lays comfortably on her pillow, with her mane spreading out from under her. Her hindquarters, however, ache from her discovery of a new type of bee. The tinges of irritation sends an occasional spark in her brain, replaying the same moment in her life where she discovered her newfound guilty pleasure in her dreams.
She remembered her younger years, before she moved into Ponyville and resided in a house of her own. She would fly down to the surface every time she came home from high school. Every afternoon was filled with playing with her animal friends. She'd help the squirrels forage the food, let the baby bunnies hop around her, sing with the birds and even help teach the chicks how to fly, and more. Her heart was filled to the brim with love, and she wanted to share it for all critters, by any means necessary. But then, she noticed a tiny rat, running like its life depended on it. Indeed it did, as tailing behind him was an angry hornet. Without missing a beat, Fluttershy stopped what she was doing in order to save the rat from its deadly (to the rat) stinger.
She flew to catch up with the rat, as she watched it swivel from side to side, avoiding hornet's dives to grab hold and jab it. The hornet looked like it was running out of steam and the rat might escape its wrath. But, of all the bad luck in the world, the rat accidentally got its paw stuck in a tiny hole in the dirt. The rat tumbled over itself as a result and badly sprained its front paw. Seeing this fumble as an opportunity, the hornet took one more attempt to dive in, stinger first, and send the killing blow. Fluttershy panicked in the heat of the moment, and her heart started to beat faster and faster. The hornet was scary looking to her at the time, but the rat was more afraid than she was. Without thinking too far ahead, she managed to beat the hornet in the nick of time to save the rat. She landed above it, bending down to cradle in her hooves, and shield it from the oncoming danger. The hornet, blinded with rage, didn't care about the change of targets as it flew closer to Fluttershy. In attempting to cover the rat, her rump was held high, obstructing the hornet's path.
The hornet stopped to a halt, landing on the center of Fluttershy's right buttock. Its long stinger took no time to penetrate sharply deep into her rump, as the caustic venom poured from the tip and into her system. Fluttershy released a sharp yell as her fur on her back shot straight up, and her tail frizzled upon feeling the searing pain. The brutal hornet wasn't done with its sting, unleashing every drop of venom, but also ever bit of frustration it felt at the time. Then, in an odd twist of events, she started to wink. Something in her brain told her body to start the waterworks, as her sex twitched at thought of the stinger digging deep into her. She savored the burning pain on her hindquarters, letting out a silent moan. She'd never been stung before, much less in her rump. Was this an accident, or was she thinking of something else at the time? She didn't know, but she did know that, if she hadn't interfered, the results would be more tragic. Satisfied with the rage it poured onto Fluttershy, the hornet dislodges its stinger and takes off, making its way back home.
Hearing that the bug was finally gone, she slowly lifted her upper-body off the ground. The rat was grateful for its rescue, but its sprain still pained the poor creature. Fluttershy smiled with a pained look in her eyes, as she carefully picked up the rat and carried it with her. Working with the rat, she followed its directions to where its burrow lied. Upon approaching the hole, the rat's family, consisting of its mate and seven children, popped their little heads up to see who was here. Fluttershy gently lowered the wounded rat to the ground, allowing it reunite with its family. Pleased with the good deed she had done, she bid the rats farewell and flew away.
Fluttershy flew back home with her rump still aching from the sting. But, the aches didn't bother her. In fact, she was riding off the pain, moaning as fantasies danced in her head, until she approached the front door of her house. After taking a second to recollect herself, she entered inside and greeted the family.
"Mom? Dad? I'm home!"
Fluttershy walked down the halls and looked to her left, inside the living room. She saw her brother, Zephyr Breeze, lounging on the couch and reading a book. Seeing her in his peripheral vision, Zephyr turned his head away from the book to smile and wave at her sister. Fluttershy responded with an annoyed glare, as she walked toward her lazy brother.
"I thought you were supposed to be in band practice this afternoon", Fluttershy remarked.
Zepher waved off her observation. "Eh, I'm not inspired today. A musician needs his muse in order to create works of art, right?", he asked in a chilled out, condescending tone.
Fluttershy sighed, frustrated with his lack of trying in his excuses. "Yes, Zephyr. I agree that a musician does need inspiration at times. But, you know what he also needs?" she asked, expecting him to say "what".
Like clockwork, he does.
"Practice! You need to practice using your trumpet to better understand how to play and write music. That's what band practice is for!"
Zepher got up from his comfortable position to motion his hooves forward, telling her sister to lower the hostility. "Easy there, sis. I think I got enough practice on it already. I bet I can play Equestria's national anthem if I wanted to. Heck, maybe even make an new one for us to sing," he lied through his teeth.
"If that's the case, why don't you play me a song from one of your practice books?"
Zephyr returned to his book. "I left it in my locker back in school."
"Of course. Poor mom and dad. They spent so much on that new trumpet." Fluttershy perks her head up and starts looking around. She peeks across the hall into the kitchen and finds that nopony is there. "Um, where is mom and dad?"
Zephyr shrugs. "I dunno. Shopping? They were gone when I came back."
Fluttershy tried to recall what today's schedule was going to be like, then she gasped in horror as she remembered where her parents went.
"Zephyr! They are attending your band practice today!" she yelled as loud as her quiet voice could.
"So?" he asked nonchalantly.
"SO?! Zephyr, they are expecting to see you play with the other ponies!"
"Relax. They're still getting a show, with or without me."
Fluttershy wanted to tear her mane out her head, or perhaps his mane. Her brother is important to her. He is family. But, it took every fiber of her being to not strangle the selfish narcissist right then and there. She breathed in and out, repeated trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't working.
"Hey, sister. Relax," Zephyr attempted to comfort her sister, "You need to take life easy sometimes. Every time I see you, something is always stressing you out."
That was it. If he didn't care, she didn't care. At least, she tried to not care, but her heart was screaming out to say otherwise. Without a word, she turned to leave the house, hopefully to escape the frustration that was building up inside her.
"Fluttershy! Hey! Where are you going?" cried out Zephyr.
Fluttershy responded by slamming the door.
"Huh. If she had waited a little longer, I would have asked her to pick up some milk on the way home... Oh, well."
Fluttershy escaped back into the wilderness down below. However, there were no animals to comfort her, no birds to sing with her, and no bunnies to play with. She was all alone, sitting under a tree, crying her little heart out. Her hooves repeatedly wiped away her tears as she wailed loudly. Her mind was clouded with her and her brother. She thought to herself what exactly went wrong? Did she not encourage him enough? Was she not supportive enough? When they were foals, they were inseparable. Fluttershy always cheered on his little brother in the sidelines, saying he can do anything. But, the years went by, and Fluttershy was doing more and more for him over time, covering up for his inability to keep a desire and stick with it.
"Is his behavior my fault? Did I carry him too much. Am I... Am I terrible sister...?"
Before she could answer any of those questions, she heard a loud buzzing pass by her. Then, another followed right after another. She cleared her eyes to observe her surroundings. Red wasps were flying around her, bumping into her, hovering over her. She responded, at first, with terror, backing herself up as much as she could away from them. Then, something compelled her to look up at the tree she was under. As luck would have it, she was crying under a wasp's nest. She had no idea of their presence when she was crying, but she realized that her crying may have stressed them out. They were getting angry, and the bumping into her was a warning to move. As she gazed onto the hive, she recalled how the hornet stung her earlier in the day. Her wound started to burn a bit from remembering the events. She took pain, but she also released something else. Something that she felt she needed to release now.
"U-um. Excuse me...Wasps?" she stuttered, slightly afraid. The wasps respond to her positively, not expecting a pony to communicate with them. A scout flies down and lands directly on her nose. The sight of its close-up face frightened her more, but she kept calm and kept talking. "I-I was wondering, how are you wasps doing this evening?"
The wasp buzzes its wings in a rhythmic pattern. Amazingly, Fluttershy can understand it perfectly.
"Some of the wasps in your hive are stressed? Why?"
It buzzes some more.
"Goodness. With predators looking to eat your young, I can see why you are on edge..."
It gives a low hum. Fluttershy lowered her ears and thought for a minute. Getting an idea, she perked her face up.
"Hey, um, I want to ask a question. What is stinging another creature like?"
Getting some experience in the matter, the wasp buzzes in detail.
"You don't say. It flushes all the anxiety out of you?"
It hums with a confirming buzz.
"Right, except if your hive is attacked, then you are on high alert the entire time."
Another message of buzzes is passed on.
"Gee, and after that badger attack, you still have some soldiers that are high-strung."
Another low buzz emits. Fluttershy got all the information she needed. She was fighting all of her instincts to go along with this plan, but it was the kind thing to do.
"I have an idea. Why don't you..." she hesitated briefly, still questioning if this was a good idea "S-sting me?"
The wasp responded with its abdomen raised and its stinger extended. Fluttershy's heart jumped. "Wait, no! No, no, no. Right there would hurt me too much. Let me show you where."
The wasp retracts its stinger and hovers off of Fluttershy's nose. When she was given more room to move, she stood up and turned around. Slowly lowering her head, she positioned her hind legs to lift her rear as high as she possibly could off the ground. She curls her tail upwards and moves the hair to the side, allowing more access to her vulnerable rump. Being in this position made Fluttershy feel nervous. She already faced one sting. What would many more feel like? Her legs started to shake at the thought.
"O-ok. I only have one condition. She reached behind her with both hooves and grabbed her buttocks. She moved the glutes up and down to signal where she wanted to be stung. "S-sting me here. On these cheeks. T-that shouldn't be a problem..." Fluttershy blushed profusely as she let go of her rump. He cheeks bounce a bit before settling into position. "Also," she added, "Please go one at a time, at my signal. I want to see if I can take this." She faced forward, staring at the tree bark until she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "Begin!"
On her signal, the wasp scout landed on the top of her left haunch. At first, it was wary, expecting the pony to hit it with her tail or something. But, when it felt secure, it raised its abdomen, extended its stinger, and stabbed her diligently. Fluttershy gave a howl as she felt the needle burrowing into her, unleashing its toxins deep inside. Spent of its stress, the wasp dislodged itself from her and flew back to the hive. Fluttershy breathed in through her teeth and let out a small groan. It wasn't the same intensity as the hornet's sting, but the pain was still there. It surged through her, sending signals around her body. Adrenaline started pumping as her heart beat faster. But, another signal went off. One that she didn't expect to happen again. It was no accident before.
She was getting aroused by being stung.
Her vulva started to wink, as her clitoris popped in and out between the folds. Her insides begun to feel wet, as a squirt of liquid poured out of Fluttershy.
"That was..." She struggled to find the words. "Something... Something bad... But, also something good..." She raised her volume. "Please, send another."
Another wasp answered her call as it landed on the bottom of her right cheek, travelling to the start of her legs. Settling in, it delivered another painful blow into her. Fluttershy let out another yelp as she felt the stinger burrow downwards, releasing the burning venom. Her blood rushed to both her face and her nether region as she felt more and more hot. She never felt compelled to do this before. It never felt right until now. Fluttershy slowly glided her hoof down her belly, passing her teats, and felt her soaking wet labia cover her hoof in her own juices.
"Please... One more..."
Another wasp. This one ventured further down her crack, making her feel more and more nervous. It seemed curious enough to investigate the leaking part of her body. However, as it traveled down the middle of her marehood, she winked once more, prompting it to sting her left vulva. Fluttershy let out a scream as the dagger drilled into her most sensitive parts, making her vagina feel sore. The wasp quickly dislodged itself as Fluttershy started to freak out.
"It stung me there! I can't believe it did that! Ahhhh! Ow, ow, ow!"
Trying to get some much needed relief, Fluttershy rubbed the stung area with her wet hoof. At first, she only focused on that area alone. However, as she continued rubbing, she found herself covering more and more of her sensitive lips, massaging her entire genitalia with long, slow strokes. Her distressed cries melted into soft moaning, letting the sting intensify the sensitivity and pleasure of this experience.
"Ahh... Ok. I'm ok now. Please... Give me another."
Another wasp, another sting. This time, it struck near the dock of her tail, causing it flick it response. The wasp, feeling slightly threatened, stung her again in the dead center of her right cheek near the hornet's mark. She reacted to its second sting with a squeak. "Ah! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Another wasps stings her on the left cheek. Her hoof's pace quickens as she glides the tip of her hoof up and down the middle of parting sex. An unfamiliar feeling builds up in her, wanting to release.
"I'm so sorry! I've been so bad!" Fluttershy yelled out. This time, the wasps are acting on their own accord. They send two to sting her, then three, then five! Her rumps was being peppered with more and more burning welts as her hoof vigorously circles around her clitoris, massaging it the best she can to quicken her release.
"I'm so sorry!"
"More stings puncture as the collective venom makes her buttocks feel like it's on fire. But, she continued to focus on the heat in her loins until an overwhelming surge of pleasure washed over her. Her legs quiver, her rump shot upward, her body shivered, and an eruption of ecstasy floods her mind as more fluids flow from behind her. She cried at the top of her lungs when feeling this new sensation for the first time.
"I'm so sorry, Zephyr~!
Fluttershy's eyes pop wide open as her cries echo in her mind. Her breathing is heavy as that not-so-unfamiliar feeling washes over her. She gives herself a minute to rest, calm her heartbeat and lay on her pillow for a little longer. Then, she moves her legs to feel around inside her blankets.
"Huh... Another wet dream..."
Fluttershy, not bothered by the new stains she has made, turns over to lay on her side. She recollects what happened in her dream and travels down memory lane. She remembers how she came home in the middle of her parents making an earnest, yet half-hearted attempt to discipline Zephyr. She remembers how her parents freaked out when they found their darling little filly covered in welts and feeling a little dizzy. She remembers how it was Zephyr, of all ponies, who volunteered to look after her and comfort her while her parents gathered medical supplies...
She will never forget what her brother said when he laid her on the couch and put her head on the pillow.
"Fluttershy! Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh! Please, please, please, tell me that you are going to be all right! I can't afford to lose you! You're the only good thing that's every happened to me in this life! I don't want you to die, big sister! I love you!"
She didn't feel like she was dying, so she knew that he was over-exaggerating. But, she remembers how she felt so touched by that moment that all she'd forgiven him for all he'd done twice over.
She didn't sting herself to get back at him, nor did she want to make him feel guilty. She did it because she was fraught with guilt and frustration, and she wanted to silence those voices with the pain of one hundred stingers. Ever since then, she found it to be the most effective way to forget her troubles, help smaller creatures out, and release whatever tension was building up before.
But now, there shouldn't be any need for it anymore. Zephyr graduated and is living his life as a mane stylist. Fluttershy is enjoying her new life with new friends in a new location. So, why does she do it now? Is it habit? Tradition? No, it's a full-blown fetish now. She can't bear to enjoy her private time without that adrenaline rush to arouse her. It just wouldn't feel right.
It's a new day in the morning, and Celestia personally called on her to oversee a new breed of bees. Perhaps Fate trained her for this situation. Perhaps it was all a big coincidence. Regardless, she is more than willing to fall back asleep, awaiting a new dream to reveal a new beginning.
