The Deal

By BSting

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.

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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.

"Ah! Don't do that! I'm still very sore."

Author's Note

If you want me to continue, please let me know!