> Yellow Jackets on Yellow Fur
>  by TheVClaw
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> Braeburn Feels the Sting
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“Geeze,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in befuddlement as he sweated under his Stetson. “This might be the craziest thing Ah’ve ever done…

With each step he took against the hard sands beneath his hooves, Braeburn’s heart pounded a little harder in his chest. His bottom lip was bitten tightly, and a heavy shade of blush was spread across his nervous face. Despite the fact that he was over a mile away from Apploosa, the yellow stallion still darted his head around every few steps, hoping to Celestia that nopony was nearby to catch him trying this. Fortunately, it seemed that the only pony within the vast desert landscape was himself.

Braeburn sighed pertly as he kept walking forward, reaching closer to the destination he last remembered was out here. His fur was starting to grow damp from his sweat, but he most likely would’ve still felt hot if he did this in the middle of a tundra instead. The stallion’s apprehensions were building up in his head, but that didn’t stop his legs from moving diligently across the dry earth. As he trotted, he couldn’t stop thinking about those taboo thoughts lingering in his head; nor could he ignore how those ideas came into his conscience in the first place.

Even though he wasn’t as interested in mares as he was with other stallions, Braeburn was grateful that he had a natural talent when it came to talking with girls. Some ponies may have considered it a curse for a gay stallion to be so good at wooing women, but Braeburn cherished his skills proudly. Of course, no amount of charm or understanding could’ve prepared Braeburn for the conversation he had with Fluttershy a week prior at the Apple Family Reunion. It may have started with a little small-talk to make her smile and feel more comfortable, but the discussion soon went in an unexpected direction when he asked about the mare’s bandages on her rump.

Just thinking about it, the stallion couldn’t keep from shaking his head with a blush while walking through the desert. Granted, he was curious about what may have happened, especially when Fluttershy acted so hesitant to admit it. And he was happy to finally get her to confess what happened to cause all those welts on her toned flank. However, it wasn’t the fact that it was bee stings that resulted in Braeburn feeling so odd about it now…

It was that it was something Fluttershy did intentionally.

Now, Braeburn may have been a lot of things, but he certainly wasn’t a kink-shamer. Given how much trouble he went through after coming out in his small town, he knew how upsetting it felt when a pony was judged for what they enjoyed in private. But still, of all the weird sexual things Braeburn heard about, the idea of someone enjoying insect stings was definitely one of the oddest. Although in retrospect, given how unusual the idea was, he knew he shouldn’t be so surprised with himself when he asked her more about it.

And now here he was, walking by himself with a heavy blush as he recalled all the things Fluttershy told him about that particular kink. Melissophilia was the term she referred to it as, which he still couldn’t pronounce right in his head. However, the stallion could recall all the things she said about it, with her descriptions becoming more detailed when they talked in private. Braeburn never would’ve imagined a timid mare like her would be into something so painful (let alone talk about it so comfortably), but by the time they went their separate ways, the stallion couldn’t deny that it was something that stuck in his head when he took that train back to Apploosa.

So after spending several nights thinking long and hard about those things, Braeburn couldn’t ignore that feeling of curiosity burning in his mind. His heart was racing as he reached the region of the desert he was searching for, gulping nervously in worry and anticipation. He never would’ve thought he’d be contemplating trying something this crazy, but Fluttershy’s descriptions of the pain and sensation still rang in his head clear as day. And because of that, Braeburn finally stopped when he caught sight of the peculiar holes that were scattered far and wide across the desert floor.

Braeburn remembered being told a while back to stay away from this part of the desert, since it was home to countless yellow jacket nests that burrowed in the ground. Of course, he also remembered Fluttershy talking about those insects in vivid detail, and how aggressive their stingers could be when provoked. Part of him wanted to turn around, and just forget about what he was thinking about and head back home. But instead, the stallion closed his eyes and took a deep breath, helping to confirm himself that this was something he was curious to try.

He had no idea why the concept intrigued him so much, despite how weird it was. Maybe it was because of how highly the mare talked about it, and how much she shuddered at her own recollections. Maybe it was just his unbridled curiosity to try new things, and to understand why a pony might enjoy it. Or maybe it was just because in retrospect, Braeburn knew that a good smack to the flank made his spine tingle during a good rut; and in comparison, maybe this wouldn’t be too much different.

Whatever it was, Braeburn exhaled shakily after reopening his eyes, and saw a yellow jacket nest just a couple yards from his trembling hooves. And with a determined bite of his lip, the stallion’s blush deepened quite a bit as he stepped towards it.

Even though he tried to move as carefully as possible, the stallion knew that each step he took would cause small tremors to alert the nest if anything got too near. By the time he reached the nest, which looked like a miniature crater with a hollow hole inside of it, his ears twitched at hearing a low and faint buzzing coming from the opening. And as soon as one of the tiny yellow insects came crawling out, darting across the opening of the hole defensively, Braeburn’s heart shot up to his throat.

He was becoming more worried with each passing second, and his urge to flee intensified. However, despite how sheepish he felt, his cheeks burned hotter at the sight of that little creature, knowing how hard of a punch it can pack by itself. The idea was terrifying to say the least, but at the same time, his heart pounded harder in anticipation. After taking another deep breath, the stallion tried to exhale calmly before slowly turning himself around.

Of all the things Fluttershy mentioned while talking about her kink, one of the biggest was where the best place to get stung would actually be: the rear. She also mentioned how the feeling varied with different insects; some could feel like a single hair being pulled out, while others could feel like a cigarette being put out on your flank. But the yellow jacket’s stinger, which Braeburn was standing only a couple feet from now, had a feeling similar to being stabbed by a hooftack. A feeling which, after a moment of curiosity the other day, the stallion could shamefully admit he experienced.

But that brief feeling of pain, combined with all the things Fluttershy told him in secret, prompted Braeburn to fully turn around so that the yellow jacket nest was behind him. But instead of moving forward, and just heading back to town, the stallion went against every natural instinct in his body by taking a step back. He then took another, moving slowly as his face grew a deeper shade of red. By the time he finally stopped, Braeburn shuddered as he realized that nest, along with all the buzzing insects inside, were waiting just below his untouched rump.

He took a quick glance down, seeing that the yellow jacket was still perched outside the nest’s opening with a nasty buzz in warning. Braeburn knew that any movement he made now would probably result in feeling that bugger’s retaliation. But after a meager gulp, his heart raced as he muttered shakily, “W-Well… here goes nuthin…”

As Fluttershy’s descriptions lingered in his head, Braeburn clenched his eyes shut before bending his hind legs. He slowly began to squat over the nest, lowering his rear ever closer to that waiting insect which buzzed even louder. The pony’s breathing became faint and shaky the more he crouched, unsure when the yellow jacket will get annoyed enough to strike. As soon as he stopped, leaving his flank less than half a foot from the nest, Braeburn looked back at the intimidating creature and took a breath.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he closed his eyes tightly before making a light stomp with one of his hind legs.

The startled yellow jacket finally zoomed from the nest, buzzing angrily as it soared up to that giant yellow intruder. In less than a second, the insect landed square on the middle of Braeburn’s left cheek, which caused the stallion to gasp in anxiousness. And without warning, the yellow jacket’s stinger bore down, piercing the pony’s thick flesh to cause a bitter sting.

“Ahhh!” Braeburn hissed with a hard wince, realizing that Fluttershy’s comparison was indeed correct. It really felt like a hooftack was stuck right into his butt, causing him to bite his lip and groan from the painful sensation. The sting itself lasted less than a second, but the slight burn from the puncture lingered after the yellow jacket pulled away and hovered threateningly. Despite the insect’s retaliation, injecting him with its venom and pheromones, the massive intruder only shivered a bit without moving away.

“Nnnnnngggg…” Braeburn bit his lip even harder as he felt that slight burning from the yellow jacket’s venom, causing that little sting to feel much more intense after a couple seconds. He thought back to how vividly Fluttershy described it, who actually shivered in delight from just talking about it. The stallion thought it was an odd thing to get excited about when he first heard it; but now as he felt that throbbing dot of pain on his left cheek, all that Braeburn could think about was whether or not another would hurt just as bad.

Of course, that thought also made Braeburn’s blush deepen as he groaned in growing need. Between his legs, the stallion’s sheath began to twitch, with the taboo idea of getting another sting causing his member to slowly slip out in arousal. Braeburn looked back at that pesky yellow jacket, which was still circling around his rear in preparation for another attack. He then looked down at the nest he was still crouched over, and shivered when he saw two more yellow jackets crawling out at the scent of the pheromone from that first sting.

Braeburn’s whole body tensed up, but he couldn’t keep from grinning shakily in response. After taking another quick breath, the stallion closed his eyes once more and made another stomp with his hind hoof. The buzzing from beneath his hooves grew louder, which made him shudder in fear and anticipation. The two yellow jackets, along with the one still hovering, instantly took offense and flew straight to Braeburn’s waiting rear. The stallion gritted his teeth with an anxious smile, feeling one land on his left cheek while the other two went for his right. And in painful succession, the stallion felt each of them sting one at a time; the first punctured its stinger in his left cheek again, while the other two stung on the right.

“AAHHH!~ Mmmnnngggg… GAHH!~”

With each painful sting delivered to his rump, which caused that lingering burning to be felt across more of his backside, Braeburn groaned as his member hardened and throbbed from the sensation. The sounds of those buzzing insects were ringing so temptingly in his ears, and he could feel how close they were still hovering around his flank. The stings hurt immensely, and were causing his cheeks to start throbbing from the venom. Of course, it was hard to really focus on that when his cock was throbbing just as badly.

Braeburn moaned as he felt how hard he was getting, which made him realize just how much he enjoyed this unusual form of pain. He didn't even know what melissophilia was a week ago, but now he could safely say it was something he now had because of that kinky pegasus. As his rump continued to sting painfully, with those four punctures starting to swell a little on his cheeks, Braeburn rode the pain with an eager exhale as he brought a hoof down to slowly stroke his twitching shaft.

Despite how faint and rapid his breathing was getting, Braeburn still grinned as he looked down at those angry yellow jackets circling his crouched rump. After biting his bottom lip to ponder his decision for a second, the stallion shuddered before wiggling his butt temptingly. “C-Come on,” he muttered in an almost taunting-sounding mutter, stroking himself a little faster in wait. “G… Get on it, ya little-GAAAHHH!!!~”

Before he could even finish his taunt, Braeburn yelped in pain as one of the yellow jackets flew in and delivered an especially hard puncture to his left cheek again, this one much closer to the dock of his tail. The sting was much more intense than the previous ones, causing the stallion to writhe in pain with a bitter groan. However, the added burning only made his cock throb harder in his hoof, prompting him to stroke even faster while panting lustfully. If there was any doubt before about whether or not he liked this, they were completely vanquished by now. Braeburn was completely lost in his own arousal as he slid his hoof up and down his shaft, making a faint schlicking noise that was just barely heard over the rumbling buzzing underneath his rump.

Braeburn moaned as he felt himself getting close to release, and slumped his body forward due to his joints starting to ache. But as his chin and the front-half of his body laid down against the dry earth, the stallion kept his welted rear raised above that yellow jacket nest. His teeth gritted tightly shut, and he grunted eagerly while stroking his cock in his new position. Without thinking, Braeburn swished his tail once more, actually hitting one of the yellow jackets to leave it disoriented for a moment.

The other two buzzed furiously, which seemed to have caught the attention of some of the other yellow jackets within the nest. As several more started to crawl out, seeing the yellow menace looming over their home, Braeburn cried out in pained pleasure as he felt two more burning stings strike his right cheek. His whole rear was burning in agony now, but so was the stallion’s arousal as he panted deeply and made clouds of dust poof out with each hearty exhale. “Ahhhhh!!!~ Y… Yeaaahhhh~”

The stallion’s member was throbbing hard in his hoof, with the thick crown of his cockhead leaking a thick glob of crystal-clear pre from the tip. Braeburn wasn’t sure how much more pain he could take from those creatures, but he could feel himself getting close to climax as well. His pained moans echoed across the desert, not being heard by anyone except the insects buzzing angrily around his rear. Unfortunately, as the pony began to reach his peak, his hips began to thrust back and forth involuntarily; but to the yellow jackets below him, all they saw was a massive yellow enemy reeking with pheromones, moving erratically above their nest to attack them.

“Nnnnngh!!” Not caring that he was laid out on the desert floor with his butt sticking up, Braeburn stroked himself even faster as more pre flowed from his throbbing cock. A deeply aroused whinny escaped his muzzle, and his whole body shuddered from how loud the buzzes behind him were getting. “Ahhhh!~ Jus… Just a little… M-More~”

Braeburn tensed up before using his free hoof to pound at the ground several times, hoping to really stir that nest up while he was so close to orgasm. And like the highest setting to one of his sex toys back home, the sound of that buzzing intensifying so fast made his heart skip a beat in anxious need. He felt several yellow jackets land all over his rear as they shot out from underground, covering both of his cheeks wherever there wasn’t a welt already present. A couple of them even landed right on the dock of the stallion’s tail, making him gasp as he envisioned those sharp, piercing stingers getting into position.

After squirming with a low and lingering groan, Braeburn tightened his grip around his shaft as he made those final, hard strokes to set him over the edge. But before reaching his climax, the stallion gave his rump a good, eager shake to ensure those yellow jackets would put up a fight.

“Nnnnghhh… G-GIVE IT TO ME!” he cried out with a needy moan, just before his request was thoroughly answered by the buzzing swarm. Almost in unison, Braeburn let out a deafening cry as he felt at least a dozen stingers penetrate his burning flesh, piercing him hard enough to set his rump ablaze in pure agony. The throbbing burn of the venom settled deep inside the stallion’s rear, leaving the pony completely paralyzed and unable to do anything but scream at the top of his lungs. But despite the near-unbearable pain that shot throughout his body, Braeburn’s blushed face carried an elated smile underneath his clenched, tearing eyes. And as his hips shivered and tensed up, the pain of those stingers was temporarily numbed out as soon as he felt his orgasm sweep across every nerve of his body.

The deafening pain and buzzing completely set Braeburn over the edge, and his cock erupted with that last eager stroke of his hoof. Every hair on his coat stood on end as his nerves tingled harder than ever before, and his body writhed in unfathomable ecstasy from his climax. The intensity of the stallion’s finale was more than evident as rope after rope of his seed shot out powerfully, splattering thick strings of white all over the ground and on Braeburn’s chest. The last thing the pony heard during his orgasm were those droning buzzes that reverberated in his ears, before he completely blacked out in painful bliss.





“Urghhhh… Wha… What the…”

By the time Braeburn finally came to, he was still laying in the middle of the desert floor while the sun set in the western horizon. Every inch of the stallion’s body was burning from being out in the sun for so long, but that felt like nothing compared to the intense throbbing he felt all over his reddened and bumpy rear. The yellow jackets were long gone, having settled back in their nest after their attacker was vanquished. So for Celestia-knows how long, the yellow pony was left completely alone and knocked-out while covered in stinger welts and his own semen.

Even though every movement he made hurt quite a bit, Braeburn was able to get back onto his hooves with a painful wince. His teeth were gritted tightly as he reached into the inside of his vest, pulling out a can of aloe spray he brought with him. Even though he had to use the entire can for both his stings and his sunburn, the stallion was in much better spirits by the time the aerosol can was emptied out. The burning pain was now just a lingering numbness, which was good to ensure he could get home without too much trouble.

But as he walked away from the soundless nest, Braeburn stopped for a moment as he glanced back with a heavy breath. He heard the slightest buzzing coming from inside the hollowed-out hole, followed by one of those pesky yellow jackets crawling out to get a look at him. The insect didn’t move away from the nest, but the pony could tell it was watching him warningly. Despite how red his rump looked, with countless red dots scattered all across his cheeks and cutie marks, Braeburn huffed with a smirk while narrowing his eyes on that buzzing critter.

“Oh, don’cha worry,” groaned the stallion before he could make his leave. “Ah won’t bother ya guys for a while…”

As he looked back ahead of him, and began his painful trek back to Apploosa for some much-needed bandaging, Braeburn made a mental note to write to Fluttershy about what he did. He also wanted to ask what the quickest way to heal yellow jacket stings would be, just to ensure he wouldn’t go too long without that venom again.