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.

Author's Note

This one was a bit of an all-nighter. I hope you enjoy this origin story I whipped up on the fly. Have fun and let me know if there's anything I need to edit.