Honey Filled Sleep
Empty buckets in hand, I fly my way to the next pool to collect more stray honey. Most of it stays in the hives up above but sometimes it spills out to the forest floor below. I tend to be responsible to clean it up so we don't attract unwanted attention and to not let it go to waste. Landing next to a puddle of honey surrounded by tall grass, however, I notice a hefty bag laying on the ground. It looks like an adventurer's or a thief's. Nervous, I scan my immediate surroundings to see if anyone else is nearby. I don't have any weapons on me, my abdomen doesn't have a stinger, so I take a moment to consider taking the bag and reporting to the hive ASAP. Maybe it was dropped by accident? I would hate to steal a lost person's stuff, especially unwarranted.
Before I can weigh the options more, I hear a slow and loud slurp nearby. Parting a bit of the grass nearby, I notice small spot of honey being drank by someone laying on their stomach. They are certainly another humanoid, though their outfit hides a lot of their features. It seems like a rogue's attire. They look kind of cute like this, slumped down taking in all of that bright, gooey honey. Despite that, I don't want to risk them being a threat. I take a step back, concluding it would be safer to report this. Which is what I would do if I didn't immediately step on a loud stick by accident, seeing that the noise alerted the honey-hungry person. While they do turn quickly to look at me, their face doesn't seem so alarmed. They look more tired than anything, a bit of golden ooze dribbling from their mouth. Gosh, that is adorable.
"Awww, cute beeeee...." the wanderer slowly says, a goofy smile spreading across their face. Hearing words of adoration towards me always gets me feeling funny, but I'm a bit concerned at their state. Some groups of the hive do produce a particular type of honey that induces a strong state of relaxation in the consumer, so this view isn't uncommon. Though it's recommended to only eat in private, not out in the wild.
"Do you want any assistance, stranger?" I politely ask, taking a couple steps closer before kneeling down, offering a hand.
"Soft beee, so sweet to see...~" they respond in a sing-song voice. I feel a smile try to creep up on my face. It's hard to hold back seeing such an adorable display. They go to reach my hand but it seems to fall short, landing instead on my foot. They grab hold before dragging their body over, placing the other hand on my knee.
"Gummy bee... feels sofft..."
I let my smile spread, giving their head a few rubs.
"I appreciate your fondness for me, but it isn't safe to be here in your current state." I explain in a direct tone. "We should get you to a place to hide while this wears off."
"Hhide..?"
"Yes, hide. I don't have anything on me to remedy the honey's effect so we'll have to keep you somewhere safe, lest we get eaten by some feral monster."
They respond to me with a blank stare, like their brain is still processing the demand. Maybe I should have worded it in a simpler way. I grab one of their hands and guide them up. They are a bit taller but I manage to get them to stand, albeit slumped over with poor posture. How much did they drink? I really hope there is a spot close by. As cute as this traveler's demeanor is right now, keeping track of a drunk stranger isn't that entertaining for me.
"Here, let me get your bag. I believe there is a cave nearby we can rest for the time being" I instruct, turning around to go towards the pack. As I reach down to pick it up, a heavy force collides with my bee abdomen. It's not painful, but it almost knocks me off balance. I look back, unsurprised at what caused it.
"Hhide, with beeee.." the rogue sighs, kneeling and nuzzling the round, striped section. It wouldn't normally affect me this much coming from a stranger, but they seem to really enjoy smushing their face right next to the tip. That spot is a bit more sensitive for me. It does have a fold for storage purposes. While eating this cutie would probably feel euphoric, consuming mostly innocent strangers is generally frowned upon in the hive. I also don't want to risk relishing such activities on the clock.
"I-I'm glad you are fond of me, but please! We really just need to hide you somewhere until the honey's effect wears off." I try to calmly state, though them kissing the abdomen-fold is making it hard to stay composed.
"Hidee with bee... hide in bee~" they respond, singing another impromptu statement before pressing their face into the fold, causing my abdomen clasping around the neck naturally. I let out an involuntary gasp, feeling them rub their face along the insides while still caressing the outside with their delicious hands. The sensation is driving parts of my brain wild. Despite their inebriated state, they aren't wrong that I COULD be a hiding spot. I wasn't certain that a vacant cave was actually nearby. Gosh, feeling themself push more inside me felt amazing, the entrance clasping over their shoulders.
"S-screw it." I mutter, bracing my arms up as I decide to speed this part up, opening the entrance to gulp them up to their midsection. Their arms fall to the side. While I'll miss their gentle pets for now, feeling someone squirming inside will feel great too. A muffled moan emits from the abdomen's insides. It's so satisfying hearing prey enjoy it. The sophisticated part of my brain speaks up, reminding me that I first came here to do a job. Reluctantly, I focus on getting this snack somewhere safe quickly. Taking a few more big gulps, I take the rest of the intruder in. Soft stomach, squishy thighs, satisfyingly delicious shins, and finally, the tantalizing feet. Each bite feeling better than the last. Each part feels so wonderful, I let out a pleasant sigh once the treat is all the way in.
"There. Comfy?" I ask, petting the top of the squishy abdomen.
"Mmmmm..." it responds.
"Good. Now just rest up and I'll let you out later, mkay?"
"Mhmmm, honey.. so yummy.."
That's good enough for me.
"Good snack." I reply, giving the big bag a few satisfactory smacks before returning to what I originally came here for. It wasn't too hard, just a few small puddles of honey here and there to scoop up into my buckets. Maybe most of it got eaten up, still able to find its way into my care technically.
It did make for a different work day, feeling my abdomen now enlarged and dragging slightly along the forest floor. It wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite. Having company I could occasionally pat and slosh around was fun. The experience was definitely a stark contrast to the abdomen's normal, heightened position behind me.
After double checking my area, I confirm that everything dropped has been collected. Grabbing a hold of my filled buckets and the treat's backpack, I fly up towards the hive. My passenger makes the trip a bit heavier, so I stop on a large, vacant branch to take a rest. I wonder if I should let them out now. I set the buckets and pack to the side as I take a seat, leaning my back against the tree. I spread my legs out to allow the abdomen to rest in between them.
I lean my head closer, hearing such sweet snores from inside. If there wasn't a thick wall of soft fat separating us, I'd give them a comforting kiss on the forehead. Heck, that shouldn't stop me. I give the abdomen a few smooches before resting my head on it, giving it some protective squeezes with my thighs as I caress it, finding myself feeling sleepy. It's always fun having a snuggle snack.
