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.”

“Ummmm, I think I’ll keep standing. Thanks.

Author's Note

"A Health of Information" inspired me to make this chapter. If it weren't for the flash bees stinging both Meadowbrook and Fluttershy in the hindquarters in the cartoon, I wouldn't be inspired to make this.