“Ahhhhh…”

The aqua-coated stallion took a deep breath of the lovely Spring air, and sighed with a blissful smile as he trotted down the open field. After all the hard work he had to pull off in the past few weeks through commissions, just being able to have some free time in the outdoors was nothing short of invigorating. The sun was shining brightly through the partly-cloudy skies, and the temperature was absolutely wonderful for this time of year. Of course, when this kind of weather matched up perfectly with his husband coming home from Manehattan, it would’ve been hard to wipe that smile off the pony’s face.

“Man, this is so weird,” noted the stallion as he looked around the vast region of untouched serenity. With a beautiful pond and waterfall nearby, and the added ten acres of field being concealed in a vast forest, this region almost seemed like an oasis. Alas, he still sighed as he looked up at the sunny skies and said, “You’d think that some pony would try to make a house in this area. Or at least a cloud home like you had.”

Behind the cheerful stallion, a tall and slender gryphon with silver feathers and a grey coat followed with a content smile of his own. He may have been tired after flying back from his Bridleway rehearsals, but he wasn’t about to complain about spending some much-needed time with his husband. Since his wings were still a bit tired from all that flying, he was alright with walking across the field while carrying the large picnic basket on his back. Plus, the added incentive of watching that pony’s luscious rear swaying back and forth with each step was quite the benefit.

However, upon realizing his mate said something, it took him a moment before shaking his head clear and catching his words. “Hm? Wha… Oh, yeah! I mean, uhhh... Well, this area is pretty far from Ponyville. It’d probably be inconvenient after a while when you wanna get groceries and stuff.”

“Oh, please!” scoffed the stallion with a cheeky glance back at him. “This place is less than a mile from our house. And we manage pretty well.”

“Well, it helps that I can fly,” retorted the gryphon with a smirk of his own. “Plus, we still ended up getting that second place in Manehattan.”

“That was for career convenience, not living convenience.” Alas, the pony had to sigh after that reply, realizing there wasn’t much else to say to defend his point. Given how successful both of them have been in their own endeavours, it was clear that neither of them could say much about inconvenience. Regardless, the stallion was able to pause his trot after his exhale, and wait for his mate to come up towards him with a smile. “Well… I’m just saying this place is way too beautiful to ignore sometimes.”

The gryphon smiled back with narrowed eyes and said lovingly, “Just like you, babe.”

“Dawwww…” He may have known his gryphon would say something that sappy, but he was still touched enough to lean up and give him a thankful peck on his beak. “I love you, Troy.”

“I love you too, Canvas,” said the husband with a caring nuzzle against the pony’s neck. As soon as he felt those feathers dance across his the more sensitive regions in the crook of his neck and jaw, Canvas instinctively giggled and tried to pull away. Unfortunately, that reaction just made Troy even more determined as he grabbed his stallion tightly and kept going. “What’s the matter? Don’t like a tickle?~”

“Hehehehehehe, S-S-Stop!” cackled Canvas while blushing and squirming in his grasp, “C-C’mon, Troy! You… Y-You’re gonna--Hehehehehehe!... You’re gonna s-spill the basket!”

Even though he wanted to keep messing with his husband, that added detail made him stop rather quick. After pulling away from Canvas so he could breathe, Troy glanced back to make sure their picnic basket was still secure on his back. The gryphon then sighed in relief and said with a shrug back to Canvas, “Well, it doesn’t look like our food is damaged.”

“Good,” said Canvas as he returned to his trotting towards the outskirts of the treeline. “I spent over an hour getting all that food prepared, and I don’t want it to go to waste. Plus, I found a good shady spot the last time I was here.”

“Lead the way then,” said Troy with a motion of his claw, before smiling and following the stallion to their destination. Nearby the pond, a large and beautiful oak tree was hanging just at the edge of the treeline with massive branches sticking out proudly. The branches, combined with such a thick foliage, was more than enough to leave a thick blanket of shade that spread out a good fifteen feet on the soft grass below. Upon seeing their destination, Troy smiled happily and used his feline tail to open one of the basket lids. After pulling out the thick checkered blanket with the tuft of his tail, he gave a small “Heads up!” before tossing it Canvas’ way.

“Thanks!” Without even flinching, the Earth pony caught that blanket in his teeth like it was nothing. He then went underneath the shade and began to unfold it, using his hooves to whip the fabric out fully with the first flick of his forelegs. Like a parachute, the blanket puffed-out from the airflow underneath it and slowly floated down to the grass. Meanwhile, Canvas just sighed before craning his head up to appreciate the scenery. “Man… this sure beats--GAAAHHH!!!”

While putting the basket on the ground, Troy froze with a flinch as he heard the pony scream in a panic, and then saw him running from underneath the tree like it was on fire. Canvas rushed over to his husband and nestled himself between the gryphon’s forelegs. Before Troy could pause and ask what was wrong, one of his mate’s aqua hooves poked out and pointed up at the tree with a shudder. “Nnnnghhh! Th… Th-There’s a bee’s nest up there!”

The gryphon took a second to process Canvas’ worries, and merely scoffed with a roll of his eyes before walking over his petrified husband. “Oh, come on now!” said Troy in a more carefree tone as he peered underneath the shade and looked upward. “It’s just bees!”

While Canvas scowled with a strong pout and his hooves crossed, the gryphon was quick to see the hive perched high up in one of the branches. Much like his husband had said, the oddly-white beehive was easily noticeable against the green foliage. However, it was also fairly high up, with the buzzing from its inhabitants barely able to be heard. The gryphon pondered for a second why it wasn’t yellow, but he didn’t know enough about bees to justify that being an oddity.

Unfortunately, if Troy had looked up for just a moment more before pulling away, he would’ve realized how odd those bees really were. As the gryphon walked back towards his husband, the first of the hive’s insects crawled out with its wings buzzing in irritation. Unlike a normal bee, which usually has a brown thorax and a yellow and black abdomen, this one had white hairs covering the thorax and a light yellow abdomen; and instead of the familiar black stripes, this bee’s abdomen had a distinct heart-shaped mark on top. If Troy and Canvas had known that the insect’s origins were the result of Changeling-based experimentation, or what effects its venom produced, they would have been quick to leave before anything... unpleasant occurred.

However, Troy seemed fairly casual about the unexpected bees when he walked back up to Canvas. “Come on, they’re way too high up to try and bother us, okay? I know you’re afraid of bees, but--”

“Not JUST bees!” snapped Canvas as he sat on the grass and looked up at Troy with an annoyed pout. “Bees, hornets, wasps, just… ANY insect with stingers freak me out, Troy! You know that!”

“I do! You know that I do,” assured Troy with his claws out to try and calm him down. “But bees only attack when provoked, right? And that hive is like, super high up. So unless that branch broke or something--”

Canvas instantly winced and tensed up while sitting on the ground in front of the gryphon. Troy immediately slapped his own forehead with a cringed expression, instantly regretting his choice of words. “Okay, that was a stupid thing to say. I’m sorry. B-But… that won’t happen, alright? Believe me, I wouldn’t put you in any danger if I thought there’d be even the slightest chance of that happening!”

The stallion may have been able to note how sincere Troy’s assurance was, but he was still miffed enough to huff in response to the gryphon being so dismissive. After rolling his eyes with a scowl, Canvas looked away from him with a wrinkled muzzle and muttered, “You know, I didn’t try to make you face your fear of parrots when I learned about it.”

That instantly made Troy’s beak clench shut with a groan, hating that his husband brought up his embarrassing ornithophobia; despite how bitterly ironic it was that a gryphon was afraid of talking birds (parrots, cockatoos, crows, etc.), he didn’t want that thrown back at his face so quickly. However, after taking a quick breath, Troy acknowledged the pony’s point and shrugged with a sigh. “Well, ummm… alright, fine. I won’t try to argue, honey.”

Canvas was happy to hear that kind of response, but he still narrowed his eyes on him and said flatly, “That better have not been a pun.”

Troy took a moment to realize what his husband meant, and scoffed a little before replying honestly, “Not an intentional one.”

After a small chuckle, Troy sighed as he glanced back at that shade. Even though the gryphon thought that spot was perfect for a picnic, he knew better than to start bickering with Canvas about it; especially if that beehive made him so upset. If the gryphon couldn’t stand to be alone in a room with a cockatoo, then he shouldn’t expect to make his husband do the same with bees. “Alright, I’ll get the blanket,” he said with a supportive smile back at him. As he went to get the blanket underneath the tree, he made sure to add, “Honestly, it’s probably a good thing Tenor isn’t here, eh? He’d probably try to eat one again!”

“Oh, jeez,” muttered Canvas as he covered his face with a hoof and tried not to laugh. He and Troy may have loved that Saint Bernard like a son, but they’d be lying if they tried to claim he was the smartest dog in the pen. Even though that weekend after he ate a wasp was mortifying to say the least, those pictures of the dog’s face all swollen were still funny as heck. Fortunately, being reminded of Tenor’s playdate with the other dogs at Fluttershy’s cabin was rather comforting for Canvas as he sighed in relief.

“Well,” noted Canvas as he pulled his hoof down and saw his husband picking up the blanket, “I guess that is a good--HUUUHHHH!!”

Canvas gasped in horror the instant he saw one of the oddly-colored bees soar down from up in the tree, boasting a size at least twice as large as a regular one. Even from several feet away, Canvas could see the bee’s stinger protruded out like it was itching to pounce on the gryphon. The stallion fell on his back as he reeled a couple steps away in fear, unable to say much after that sudden jolt. Meanwhile, Troy barely registered his husband’s gasp as he grabbed a couple corners of the blanket to start folding it.

Just as the bee hovered dangerously close to Troy’s rump, only temporarily paused by the gryphon’s swishing tail, Canvas’s trembling muzzle finally opened as he pointed at him and screamed, “T-TROY, THERE’S A BEE!!”

“Hm?” Troy quickly looked back at Canvas with a raised brow, “Wait, where--GNAAAHH!!”

In the instant that Troy began to turn himself around, the Love Bee dove in and hit its target. The extended stinger bore down right in the middle of the gryphon’s left cheek, injecting its venom just as that rump twitched and spasmed in pain. “OW!!” Troy quickly smacked the insect off of him, which only made the Love Bee fly off in a wobbly fashion before he or Canvas could get a good look at it. As soon as the bee was gone, Troy rubbed his cheek with a claw while wincing from the sharp burst of pain.

Canvas tried to trot up towards him, but each step was rather weak and timid as he constantly looked between his husband and the tree above him. He knew that neither he or his husband were allergic to bees, but he was still skittish when he asked, “Troy? Are… Are you alright, babe?”

“Nnnnghh! Son of a bi…” Halfway through his expletive, the gryphon’s words trailed off while rubbing his sore cheek with a claw. Even though that stinger embedded his flesh rather fiercely, the pain seemed to be diminishing surprisingly fast; or more specifically, the discomfort of the pain soon became overshadowed by an oddly rampant wave of stimulation that swept through his body. Less than a few seconds after that sting, Troy’s hind-legs tensed up as he shuddered with his feathers ruffling out. He had no idea why, but it felt like he just took a couple espresso shots at once; actually, given how quickly his loins began to stir awake, he felt nearly identical to that first night of his Honeymoon with Canvas in Las Pegasus.

While the nest Love Bees above Troy buzzed even louder, growing interest in a potential target down below, the first bee’s venom was already taking effect. Unbenounced to Troy or Canvas, that first injection of venom was an extremely addictive substance concocted by Queen Chrysalis herself. The gryphon’s body immediately responded to the venom’s chemical impulses, as a powerful surge of dopamine and testosterone began to release into his system. Even though that first surge of venom caused a slight twinge of pain when it reached his testicles, Troy responded with only a brief groan before he shuddered even harder.

Meanwhile, Canvas stopped walking as he stood only a few feet behind Troy. The sound of the bees rumbling louder from above made his heart race in worry, but it wasn’t that which made the stallion stop in his tracks. Instead, it was because by that point, Troy was now rubbing his stung cheek in a… strangely lewd manner. Not to mention, the gryphon’s pained groans were starting to sound like enticed moans the more he rubbed his sore spot.

Of course, it wasn’t until he looked down between Troy’s legs that Canvas gasped in shock. No more than a few seconds after his husband got stung by that massive bee, the gryphon’s member was already slipping from its fuzzy sheathe and growing hard. The palm of Troy’s claw was rubbing his stung region more sensually, and each slide of his keratin against that swollen nub only made him moan even deeper. Canvas had absolutely no idea why his husband was acting this way, but he was growing worried enough to start stepping back.

“Ummm… Troy?” he asked in a firmly cautious tone. He flinched a little when he saw how quickly Troy’s head craned back towards him, carrying a deep stare of lust in those golden and half-lidded eyes. Regardless, the stallion only bit his bottom lip for a second more before exhaling to say, “Sh… Should I get someone for you, or…”

The gryphon merely moaned out in a weak voice in response, and fell over so the front half of his body was planted into the grass. Meanwhile, his rear end was still propped-up high as he lifted his tail shamelessly to his blushed husband to make him gasp. As if it wasn’t already apparent what Troy was wanting, he groaned needily before bringing his claws back to grasp both of his cheeks. With his hind-legs spread apart, there was nothing left unexposed to the shocked pony as Troy spread his cheeks apart to show off his winking hole.

“C-Canvas!~” he moaned out in a dire-sounding moan, not seeming to mind one bit about the rumble of bees growing even louder. While more of the insects began to emerge from their hive to see the commotion, Canvas had a hoof over his mouth in shock when he saw how blushed Troy’s face was getting. Even when they were apart for months at a time for work in different cities, Troy didn’t look nearly as horny or desperate as he did now. “Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee~ G… Give it to me, you big stud!~”

“T-TROY!” Canvas blushed profusely in worry as he looked around the field, making sure that no ponies were going to come by and see how lewd his husband was acting out of nowhere. Even though exhibitionism and outdoor sex weren’t exactly alien to either of them (in fact, it was one of their favorite taboo activities to indulge in), the fact that Troy was acting so needy right now was more than a little alarming. Just a minute or so ago, his husband was acting perfectly fine; but now, the stallion was wincing in unease as he hissed, “Troy, just… what the buck are you doing?! This… this is totally unlike you!”

“I… I don’t know,” moaned the gryphon in a surprisingly honest tone. It was beyond evident how horny he was, but he was also writhing in need of something… else. Other than sex, the closest sensation that the gryphon could’ve yearned for was possibly another sting from that bee; it was an odd thing to ponder, but he couldn’t deny that he started feeling this way as soon as it happened. His face scrunched in for a second in pained confusion, but the gryphon’s instinctual impulses made him give in and moan out even louder.

That made even more of the Love Bees stir from their nest as they heard the silver creature below cry out, “B-But...But I really need it, babe! M… Make me your little chickie, PLEASE!!~”

Despite how tempting the sight of that gryphon’s exposed and subby position looked, Canvas was becoming too concerned about this happening so soon to grow hard in response. Meanwhile above the moaning chickie, several Love Bees hovered down from the trees to check out what was going on. As soon as he saw those massive insects, Canvas shrieked before any of them could fly down towards Troy. Two of the Love Bees locked their sights on the aqua stallion, just as he began to run off and leave his husband behind, “I… I’m gonna go find someone for you, honey!”

Unfortunately, before the pony could make more than two steps, he tripped over his front hooves and fell face-first on the ground. His rump was left sticking up in the air, and he desperately tried to get up as he heard those bees buzzing in closer to those two plump cheeks. However, just as he began to reclaim his footing, his worst fears were realized as he felt each bee land on top of his paint palette cutie marks.

“YYYYOWWW!!!” Ever since he was just a colt, Canvas was absolutely terrified of stinging insects after an unfortunate misstep over a ground-hornet’s nest. And even now, after countless years spent avoiding bees like his life depended on it, the stallion cried out in pain as he felt both stingers puncture his flesh in near unison. He fell over once more before either Love Bee could break off of him, and he was left wincing in petrified pain as he gritted his teeth and struggled not to cry.

However, much like Troy, only a couple seconds passed before he began to feel the same things his husband did. After an involuntary twitching of his hind-legs, the pony sucked some air through his teeth as he opened his teary eyes and started to feel… different. Those two stings still hurt quite a bit, but a different feeling began to spread out from these points to make him shiver while on the ground. His eyes eventually closed shut as he shuddered in response, unable to fathom how much his nerves began to tingle and make his fur stand on end. He wanted to feel worried, but that double-dosage of Love Bee venom was already clouding his mind while making his loins grow warmer.

Meanwhile, Troy cried out in a guttural moan as he pulled his right claw away from his presented rear, and went to start stroking himself in dire need of some form of release. One of the Love Bees noticed that open venture point, and quickly zoomed down to that exposed right cheek to unload its venom. The gryphon was already pent-up, but his heart skipped a beat the instant he felt that second sharp puncture to his other cheek from that stinger. He cried out with an evident moan in his voice, and the strokes with his claw grew more rapid as his cock throbbed in blind approval.

“Ahhh!~ T… Troy?! Wha… What’s…” With each second that passed, that Love Bee venom soaked into more of Canvas’ system to make his hooves curl up from the tantalizing sensations. He wanted to say something about how concerning this felt, but the only things to come out of the stallion’s muzzle were strained moans. Each breath he took only allowed more of that venom to settle near his nethers, which quickly caused his stallionhood to slip from its sheath and start growing in arousal. Even though he wanted to enjoy how pleasurable that sensation felt, Canvas’ blushed face grimaced in worry before groaning out, “W... What’s happening?!”

“I…” Troy tried to speak up towards his husband, but his voice came out rather shakily while he continued to stroke himself. After that second injection of Love Bee venom, the gryphon’s mind was growing cloudier with each passing moment spent in increasing arousal. He wanted to just skip talking and beg for a good rut again, but he was able to take a breath and moan out weakly, “I… I think it’s… t-the beeeeeessss…”

Canvas groaned with gritted teeth while clenching his eyes shut, trying his hardest not to give in to his unnaturally growing libido. However, as his heart continued to race, and his cock continued to grow erect, it was becoming harder to focus on what his husband just said. He certainly heard it, and he could even agree that the bees were probably the reason (especially since those droning buzzes were no longer freaking him out). But as his hind-legs squirmed while laying presented on the ground, Canvas wasn’t able to even breathe out without moaning a little under his breath.

“Ahhhh!~” Unable to take it anymore, Canvas finally managed to pull himself back on his hooves, despite his wobbling legs and sore backside. As his member became fully rigid and slapped against his chest, the stallion shuddered with a shaky breath while biting his bottom lip. He wanted to question why he felt so energized and pent-up so soon after those stings, or even ponder how a bee sting could do such a thing. Nevertheless, the instant he glanced back towards Troy, and saw how enticingly the birdie remained presented while stroking himself and moaning needily, the pony’s clouded mind went into impulse mode like the flick of a switch.

“Mmmmnnnnggghhhh…” Canvas ignored the increasingly loud buzzing he heard above himself and his husband, as if his overwhelming lust was completely overriding his instincts to fear those bees. As he began to walk back towards Troy under the tree, the stallion growled with a growing grin as his eyes locked onto that tight little hole. He could barely stand on all four of his hooves, but he was somehow able to use one of them while walking as he spat a couple times on his hoof. Troy was already moaning like crazy, but his beak opened up wider the instant he felt the stallion finally mount him. “You… Y-You’ve been a baaaaaaad little chickie, haven’t you?~”

As he spoke in domineering, albeit shaky tone, the pent-up pony quickly stroked his stallionhood with the spit on his hoof to ensure it’d be properly lubricated; fortunately, he was also gushing out enough pre from that flared tip to make that rod slick regardless. His body was trembling in unbridled desire, like he was absolutely desperate to plow his gryphon into submission and breed him like the chickie he was. Without much of a warning, Canvas prodded the outside of Troy’s hole hard with his meaty cockhead while hearing him mew out, “Gnnnghhhh… Yeeeeeeeaaaahhhh!~”

The swarm of Love Bees hovered closer towards the couple below, but became startled the instant they heard Troy cry out in lustful elation. Despite how unprepared either of them were, Canvas was able to pop the crown of his cockhead inside of the gryphon’s tailhole with surprisingly little resistance from either guy. Of course, given how the two became so enamoured after a couple of intense bee stings, it wouldn’t be too surprising if the discomfort of anal penetration would be a little muddled as well. So shortly after groaning through a clenched beak, Troy soon began to moan once more as he felt that thick and rigid stallionhood start to slide inside of him. He ended up letting go of his cock, and used both claws to brace himself against the grass while letting inch by inch sink in.

Canvas groaned eagerly as he felt the gryphon’s tight hole wrapping around his shaft like a vice, clenching him to ensure the chickie would be properly bred by his stallion. As he gritted his teeth and shuddered from that welcome tightness, both of his hooves rested on Troy’s cheeks to keep himself stable while standing on his hind-legs. However, the instant his right hoof graced over that sore spot where his husband was stung, he felt a strong buckle in response as Troy let out a loud and strained moan. The noise was so inviting to the pony, that he almost forgot about the dangerous-sounding swarm that were now hovering a mere couple feet over their heads.

“You… You like that, little chickie?” asked Canvas with a naughtily wide grin as he made sure to give a good rub to that sting. After Troy shuddered with an even deeper moan in response, the stallion pulled his hoof away for a moment to marvel at that cute little red bump. His medial ridge prodded against the outside of Troy’s hole, just waiting to slip in so Canvas would keep himself easily lodged in. And with that distinct spot sticking out against the gryphon’s grey fur, much like a target, Canvas shuddered in anticipation before throwing his hoof back in.

SMACK!!!

“GAAAAHHH!!!~” Canvas’ spanks were usually pretty intense, but the feeling of him striking his hoof so hard against that stinger mark made the gryphon squeal like crazy. His body tensed up for a second or two to process how invigorating that smack was, leaving his fur standing on end like a housecat’s. Fortunately, that spank also helped to shove the medial ridge of that stallionhood inside of him, and let a few more inches of that meaty cock sink into the gryphon. Troy let out a faint, shaky moan which sounded like a high-pitched cry, and his cock began to leak pre as it dangled helplessly between his legs. “MMNNNNGHHH~ Ohhhhh… Oh, Canvas, YES!!!~”

SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Each hearty smack of Canvas’ hoof made the Love Bees above them grow even antsier. Even though a good portion of the bees were circling over the couple like vultures in the desert, most of the bees were crawling around the outside of the hive while buzzing furiously. Troy wasn’t sure why, but those droning noises just made his cock throb harder while enduring those wonderfully intense spanks to his sore rear. After Canvas shuddered with a wide grin from those secondary smacks, he kept his hoof rested on Troy’s right cheek before lifting his left hoof. “You like that, little chickie? You… You want more?!”

“YEEEAHHHH!!!~” Troy squealed in immense pleasure before immediately receiving his wish, as Canvas delivered a couple more hard smacks right against that first sting he received on his left cheek. The pain and pleasure melded together into an explosively addictive cocktail of lust, which drove the gryphon completely up the wall while bent over and filled with stallion cock. Nevertheless, despite how much that sensation made his paws curl against the grass in tantalizing elation, that stinging pain to his cheeks began to feel like a cheap imitation compared to what he felt earlier. Even as he felt that thick crown of Canvas’ stallionhood reaching his deepest depths, the gryphon couldn’t deny how much he was craving that other sensation again.

Meanwhile, Canvas was growling eagerly while petting both of Troy’s cheeks, not caring one bit about those buzzes above them. He would’ve been absolutely petrified by those pesky bees a few minutes ago, but something about those two sharp and… intense stingers helped extinguish that phobia disturbingly quick in his mind. He figured that maybe it was one of those ‘Face Your Fear’ kind of things, where a pony had to confront their phobia at the deepest point to overcome it. But strangely enough, Canvas didn’t just feel relieved after those stings were delivered to his butt. For some reason, despite how wonderfully tight his husband felt, and how enticing the gryphon’s moans came out with each hard smack to his cheeks, the pony couldn’t stop thinking about the pain given to his own; or more specifically… how it’d feel to experience that again.

Meanwhile, several of the Love Bees broke apart from the swarm to hover in closer to the two targets. Even though the gryphon’s needy moans startled them a bit, they still flew in slowly while Canvas continued to push his cock inside of his shivering husband. The stallion’s impulsive thoughts began to take a much stronger hold of his conscious, causing him to grit his teeth to help overcome how much his flank muscles twitched wildly. He had no idea why that thought of getting another sting was latching onto his mind so much (especially considering how terrified he used to be about them), but he almost lost focus on Troy before feeling his own balls press against his.

Troy moaned out in pure pleasure as soon as he felt that stallion bottom out inside of him, completely filling him with that meaty stallionhood he so badly needed. However, that immense feeling of fullness only sated his cravings temporarily. Even when he heard Canvas groan with a shudder of his own, right before delivering another smack to his right cheek to make the birdie squeal, Troy’s mind soon became occupied with that one idea to make this experience feel perfect. His hole clenched tightly around the pony’s shaft, and his beak creaked open to breathe in before he tried to speak shakily, “C… C-Canvasssss….”

“Y-Yeah?” groaned the stallion as he shivered in need as well. By this point, he would’ve already been pulling his length back so the gryphon could anticipate a proper rutting. But with that Love Bee venom coursing through his veins, causing his nerves to twitch uncontrollably, each tiny spasm was making him bite his lips together in a struggle to avoid thinking too hard about that impulse. Unfortunately, his tail flicked around impatiently and tried to slap his flanks, desperate to feel even the slightest hint of that taste he got before he mounted his moaning gryphon. Plus, the droning buzzes looming in closer to his ears didn’t make that idea any less tempting.

“I… I know that…” Troy’s shaky and needy voice managed to break through Canvas’ clouded mind, prompting the stallion’s ears to perk up while buried inside of his husband. “I know that you… you’re af… afraid of b-bees, but…”

Even though he wanted to be worried what Troy was going to say, Canvas couldn’t deny his exhilaration as his heart raced at the possibility. The idea he wanted to hear Troy say sounded absolutely insane, but his cock throbbed hard in approval within the gryphon's sensitive walls. Part of him wanted to speak up, but he promptly bit his tongue to keep from interrupting his needy hubbie. Meanwhile, Troy shuddered hard as he felt how much his pony was squirming while penetrating him, which caused the gryphon to finish his request in an eager moan. “I… I wa… w-want… Iwantitagain!”

“W-What do you want?~” asked Canvas in a shivered moan of his own, mostly to clarify they were thinking the same thing. He wanted to feel insane for hoping it was, but his mind was too clouded in buzzing lust to care in the slightest while panting heavily. “T...Tell me, please!”

Troy groaned in pent-up frustration as his head pressed against the ground for a moment. After letting out an especially strong shudder, which caused Canvas’ cock to pulsate hard in response while inside of him, the gryphon lifted his head and said after an eager huff, “I… I want another bee!”

“Nnnnnghhhhh… M… Me too!!” cried out Canvas as he finally pulled his length back, making the medial ridge press against Troy’s twitching hole from the inside. While the gryphon moaned out in sweet elation of hearing that reply, not even questioning how his formerly melissophobic husband changed so quickly, Canvas was already growing determined to make their shared desire come to fruition. As luck would have it, the sight of several of those Love Bees above them made the stallion grin rather wide and growl in primal need. With his cock still halfway buried inside of his husband, Canvas managed to catch their attention with several flicks of his raised tail. The chestnut-colored strands didn’t even come close to striking any of the Love Bees, but it certainly made a few of them buzz louder in irritation while locking their sights on the two.

Upon hearing those irritated buzzes, which were now ringly surprisingly well in his ears, Canvas kept his tail raised wide to give those insects a proper target. Of course, despite laying on top of Troy’s back, the stallion made sure his husband’s backside wasn’t covered so he could get some action too. “C-C’mon!” groaned the pony as he clenched his eyes and shivered needily on top of Troy. “G… GET US!!”

The Love Bees may have not been able to understand the venom-addicted stallion’s words, but that shrieking voice was more than enough to make them finally strike. Fortunately, the insects’ genetic makeup was somehow designed to make them strike in predetermined spots of a victim’s body. While regular bees would sting a threat wherever was closest or safest for themelves, the Love Bees would instinctively deposit their venom in a particular region to ensure a soft surface for the stinger, as well as close proximity to the victim’s genitals to make the effects work quickly: The Rear.

And like some predestined calling ingrained in their senses, several of the bees flew down to unload where the couple were yearning for it most. Since Canvas was on top, his butt obviously got more coverage as two bees landed on his left cheek, and another three went for his right. Fortunately, the venom-addicted gryphon was able to get another taste as a bee crawled onto his right cheek, and another two hit the left. The feel of those tiny legs scurrying across their fur made both of them shiver and groan in anticipation. But as the stallion tensed up, and got himself in proper position to ram his stallionhood back inside of Troy fully, he only had to wait another second before that sharp pain penetrated his cheeks again.

“GYYAAAHH!!!~” As soon as he felt those wonderfully intense and delicious stings pierce into his cheeks, Canvas slammed his hips back into the gryphon to make him squeal in delight. Although, it may have been hard to tell if the gryphon cried out because of his husband’s stallionhood sliding against his prostate, or from the three stingers that stuck him like a sequentially-timed round of knockout punches. Either way, both of the husbands’ bodies let out even more dopamine and testosterone in response to that intense dosage of venom; and while the stallion cried out primally, using his newfound energy to pull out and begin ramming into his mate with animalistic urgency, the gryphon’s cock continuously spurted out globs of clear pre as it dangled with each thrust given to his sore backside.

“Ahhhh!!~” Canvas’ heart was pounding in newfound vigor as he pounded his husband’s stinger-riddled rump furiously, making his balls slap rather lewdly against the gryphon’s during their impromptu round of outdoor sex. Each slam of the pony’s hips against Troy’s backside sent new pulsations of pain from those stinger marks on his cheeks, which just made his cock throb even harder and risk cumming without needing to be touched. Fortunately, despite how inferior a few hard smacks felt compared to those stingers, the pheromones those previous stings were giving off from their bodies caught the attention of even more of the insects from above.

Troy groaned hard as he heard more rampant buzzing around himself and his husband; and given how loud Canvas’ moans and the slaps of their bodies were getting, the fact he could hear those bees meant they had to be close. Nevertheless, even though he probably would’ve been concerned any other day, that venom just made him yearn for even more of those delicious stings. His hole clenched tightly around that pulsating shaft sliding in and out of him, causing the pony above to wince with a grin and thrust even harder in response. Meanwhile, neither of them could try to fight back, or even want to fight back, as they felt even more of those Love Bees landing wherever they could to unload into their intertwined bodies.

Canvas and Troy had absolutely no idea how long the two screwed senselessly until climax, but it felt like an eternity’s worth of incomparable bliss with each powerful thrust of the stallion, and each nerve-tingling puncture of a Love Bee’s stinger. As their lovemaking grew more passionate and impulsive underneath that tree, the beehive became less and less active as the swarm attacked the couple to their utmost advantage. Stinger upon stinger pierced the pony and gryphon wherever a piece of flesh wasn’t already swollen, soon littering them with dozens of stings on each cheek. By that point, the two began to encounter dangerous levels of overdosage as they reached close to their orgasms.

Neither of the two could remember what the other cried out before passing out from the addictive venom. For Canvas, all he remembered was crying out in pure euphoria when he finally came, and shooting a massive volley of seed inside of his little chickie as his cock throbbed as hard as his swollen cheeks. And as for Troy, his deafening screech was loud enough to make several birds in the distance shoot out from their trees as his cock spurted repeatedly; as that gryphon cock twitched non-stop from the intense stimulation that venom delivered to it, ropes of cum spurted out continuously like a broken faucet to ride Troy through elation before passing out.

Very fortunately, by the time the two finally reached their peaks and succumbed to the dangerous venom, most of the bees had already stung them and were no longer venomous. However, the swarm still circled around the comatose couple for another minute or so before a new drone arrived. But unlike the Love Bees, this drone was composed of at least a dozen ponies, all donning thick Hazmat suits and the proper equipment to contain the situation.

Before most of the Love Bees could even try to regain their strength, several auras of magic collected their buzzing bodies and floated them into plastic containers. While the unicorns in Hazmat suits went to work collecting every specimen, two pegasus ponies carefully began to dislodge the hive from the branch while wearing protective foreleg guards. Another couple of ponies came in with a large stretcher, and were quick to load Troy and Canvas onto it as they twitched and moaned under their breaths; neither of the ponies tried to dislodge the husbands from their coital positions, but one of them did inject the two with an antivenom to ensure they won’t grow too fixated on the substance on route to the hospital.

Just as the containment was finishing up, three more ponies flew down from the skies to assess the situation: Fluttershy, and two Royal Guards loaned to her from Princess Celestia herself. The yellow mare gasped in shock when she saw the two victims who were given such a dangerous amount of Love Bee venom at once. Meanwhile, the Guards merely cringed at the sight, not wanting to guess what occurred before they arrived.

“Oh no!” said Fluttershy in a petrified tone as she rushed up to the stretcher, not wanting either of them to be too far gone from the addictive effects of the venom. Even though neither of the two were conscious, she still ran alongside the stretcher and said in a fretful voice, “D-Don’t worry, guys! There’s a specialist in Canterlot right now working on a serum to help you two! And I promise I’ll make sure Tenor is safe while you’re gone!”

Fortunately, one of the Hazmat-suited ponies nodded to her as he carried the stretcher, indicating they’ll let the couple know after they regained consciousness. Fluttershy wanted to cry as she saw the two get carted away in a wagon, but she managed to compose herself before looking back at the quarantined tree. Seeing how hard those ponies were working to contain the insects and take hold of such a uniquely-devastating menace, the mare was beyond grateful that Celestia was taking this threat so seriously.

She watched as a couple of unicorns floated the first of the containers of Love Bees to nearby coolers, ready to be shipped to Canterlot for more analysis. She had no idea how much help it would do with their venom depleted, but hopefully their genetic makeup would help give a better way to track other hives. Heck, if it wasn’t for that cry Troy made during orgasm, it was likely the Hazmat group would never catch this nest in the first place.

“Oh dear,” muttered Fluttershy as she stood with a bit lip and rubbed one of her forelegs. She stared at those coolers with a worried groan, hoping an antidote could be patented soon. Even though she knew Troy and Canvas would recover fully, she still felt worried about what might happen if more of those bees popped up around Equestria. If more ponies succumbed to that Love Bee venom, and became so enamored by the stingers that they’d embrace the pain like Troy and Canvas had, she’d just… well…

“Hmmmmph.” Despite knowing how serious this situation was, the yellow mare pouted with a frustrated groan and huffed to herself. “Darnit, Fluttershy,” she muttered in a hushed tone so nopony could hear her. “You should not get turned on by that idea!”

Author's Note

I want to give a big thanks to BSting for not only allowing me to use his Love Bee idea, but also for making the cover page and looking over my story before publishing. He's an awesome dude, and his stories/artwork are definitely worth checking out if this kink did anything for you. ;)