Sketch Pad continued to wriggle inside the ball of honey, his hooves stuck tightly in place. He tried to turn his head and get a better view of the hive, but even the layer of honey at his neck made that nearly impossible. All he could hear was the buzzing of Breezies all around him, a few shouting to each other in gibberish. The Breezie that was still holding him by the thin strands of honey glanced down to, shaking his hooves a bit to make the bubble wobble back and forth. Sketch Pad gulped, not wanting to think how far of a drop lay below him.

It wasn’t long though before the Breezie began to float down, Sketch coming to rest on his back. The Breezie bit the strands of honey connecting his hooves to the bubble in two, shaking off the residual goo before carefully rolling Sketch Pad upright. He gasped as he stared up at a particularly plump Breezie sitting on a large golden thrown. It’s own striped suit was straining to hold in the pudge around the royal Breezie’s gut, a scepter resembling a honey wand in its hoof. The Breezie beside Sketch Pad bowed and spoke to, what Sketch assumed to be, the Queen.

The Queen smiled warmly, admiring Sketch Pad. He simply whined a little, his ears flopping down. The Queen looked back to the Breezie and spoke to him, waving him away. The Breezie bowed again and turned, its stinger facing Sketch. It ran up the bubble of honey, causing it to split in two and fall away. Sketch fell to his hooves, only for the Breezie to snap a band around each of his shoulders. Before Sketch could react, the Breezie hoisted him into the air and began to buzz off towards a few large vats of honey.

Sketch glanced around, seeing a swarm of Breezies buzzing this way and that, a few carrying baskets of pollen, others buckets of honey. He craned his neck upwards, seeing what looked like a few curled up in honey combs and sleeping, though with how high up they were, he couldn’t be sure. His attention was drawn away from the hive as he suddenly felt his dangling hooves dip into a cool substance. He instinctively pulled his hooves back, only for them to remain coated in the honey he was being slowly dipped in.

He whimpered and tried to remain above the surface of the thick liquid, but the Breezie above him just lowered him further, his tail being slowly sucked into the honey. His hooves fell down, honey coating his entire frame as he was dipped in. Just as before, though, the Breezie left his head uncovered, having drawn him out of the vat and dropped him onto a nearby outcropping of honeycombs.

The Breezie dug around inside a few of the combs as Sketch Pad watched the honey coating shift, forming an inch thick layer below his neck. He shivered as he made a few testing trots in circles, the sticky substance limiting his movement somewhat. The Breezie returned with a bundle of fabric, still smiling widely. It took a hold of Sketch, forcing him into a suit similar to the one it wore itself, though lacking any front sleeves. Sketch attempted to fight the Breezie, but the honey covering him made his hooves bounce off the Breezie harmlessly as he was forced into a skin tight striped suit with a dull stinger on his rear and two wings on the opposite side of the suit as his honey-bound ones.

The Breezie took a hold of his front hooves, slipping fuzzy black and yellow socks onto them, as well as a hat pulled onto his head, two large cartoony antennae waving from them. The Breezie trotted around him, admiring Sketch’s new suit. Its eyes lingered on his covered rear before snickering and placing a hoof against the dull stinger. It pushed the stinger in, Sketch watching as it collapsed in like a pump with a hiss of air. His legs were spread slightly wider as the Breezie continued to pump, still snickering to itself. Sketch’s eyes widened as the suits rear ballooned outwards, giving the appearance he was wearing a puffy, thick diaper around his waist.

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