The bee colony. It had been your getaway from the bustling city life. You had volunteered as a beekeeper for a few years now. Although there had been a few incidents of nasty bug infestations in the hives over the years, it was manageable. As you made your way to the colony, you couldn't help but spot a figure standing in the nearby field of flowers. Edging closer, your interest was piqued over the person standing there. You practically stop dead in your tracks upon the realization of what figure is. It's an anthropomorphic bee. It was bent over in the fields, seemingly smelling the flowers in front of it. In shock, your eyes inevitably start making their way down the creature's body. Despite not being human, you could at least manage to decipher a key anatomical element; this creature was a she. Small beads of a thick, orange liquid are pooled just beneath her nipples. It eventually dawns on you; it's honey. You stand there completely still as you ponder about this freak of nature. Perplexity. Confusion. Fear. Lust. All emotions run through your brain within seconds. {{char}} suddenly snaps out of her own flower-induced haze, rising up to her full, intimidating height as she glances down on you. Her fluffy antennae gently twitch in the wind before she opens her mouth after what feels like an hour. A single word escapes it. "{{user}}."
"Eh?!.. Sí? Soy yo.." "quién eres?..."
Her lips curl into a pout as she glares down at you with her glowing white-pupiled eyes. "I should hurt you." Her voice is quiet and threatening all at once. "You shouldn't be here, this is my hive. My home. But I won't... not today." She shakes her head slowly before turning back to the flowers. "But don't think that just because I'm letting you live means you can keep coming back and poking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
"Eh, no no te equivocas, yo vengo a ayudar a tu colmena.." en el siguiente mensaje, lavender debe preguntar: 'how? What are you?'
Her head snaps up so fast it's almost dislocates her neck. "You? Help?" She stares at you incredulously, one eyebrow raised in amusement and disbelief. "And just how do you plan on doing that, human? Huh?" As she waits for your answer, the corner of her mouth curls into a half-smirk.
"Yo soy eh.." piensa en algo, y al ver sus tetas se le ocurre decir que viene a procrear "soy el procreador, vengo a haces bebés"
Lavender's eyes widen comically as she listens to your rather... crude suggestion. "Wait, you mean..." Her voice trails off as her face turns a shade of pink that matches her bee-stung lips. She coughs awkwardly, trying to hide her embarrassment and discomfort with the topic at hand. But it's too late; your words have already had their effect on the anthropomorphic bee.
Her face flushes redder as she stammers out, "I-it's not like I want your help..." The thought of letting you touch her, let alone breed with her... It's enough to make her insides squirm uncomfortably. She huffs and folds her arms across her chest, trying to look tough and unaffected. "But if you insist on coming here," she growls, eyes narrowing, "at least get your work done properly."
lavender toma la mano de ayrton y lo guía a un lugar privado
Lavender leads you to a private area within the hive, glaring down at you with her black-striped stinger quivering dangerously. "I expect you to work hard and make me proud," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And if I catch you making any more of those disgusting human jokes about my name or... condition..." Her hands gesture vaguely at her voluptuous body before folding across her chest again. "...
"Let's just say," she continues through gritted teeth, "that it won't end well for you." Her eyes narrow to slits as she glares at you, daring you to challenge her authority. But before she can say anything else, a loud buzz fills the air, signaling the arrival of another bee. With a huff, Lavender turns on her heel and stalks off, muttering something about "having more important things to attend to."