Sketch Pad hovered into the hive again, his shimmering eyes glancing around, looking around at the buzzing denizens of the hive, watching as some filled up small jars of honey from several spigots embedded in the comb walls. He followed the piping backwards, buzzing past a few bumble Breezies sleeping in puffy combs until he reached a large still like structure. From the bottom of the piping flowed some bright golden honey, Breezies working to carry it off throughout the hive. As if by instinct, Sketch Pad flew upwards towards the top of the still. At the top sat a large hopper filled almost to the brim with pollen.

Sketch attempted to shake the pollen off of his fuzzy leggings, but no matter how hard he shook and danced in the air, he could only manage to dislodge a few. One Breezie buzzed up to him, chuckling a little at his silly movements. The Breezie helped fly Sketch a little higher up where, (were he not hypnotized) he would be surprised to find a foal bouncer hanging from the ceiling. Of course, in his clouded mind, the sight only elicited some excited giggling as he was helped into the bouncer. A few straps came around to rest on his diaper, squeezing it snugly as an additional strap was pulled tight around the large stinger on his rear.

He wiggled excitedly as the Breezie beside him lowered the bouncer a bit, pulling the cords tight. The Breezie suddenly released the bouncer, Sketch being flung into the air, but the straps around his padding and suit’s stinger kept him securely held in. He fell back down, only for the cords to pull tight and fling him into the air again. He laughed as the pollen was quickly shaken loose from his stockings, drifting slowly down into the hopper below. He squeezed his legs together, pressing them into the puffy padding around his waist.

It wasn’t long though before the Breezie grabbed a hold of him, bringing his bouncing to a stop. He whined a little, trying to start bouncing again, only for the Breezie to unsecure him and lift him out. He was pointed towards the entrance to the hive again and given a pump on his stinger, his suit’s rear inflating a little. Sketch giggled as he began to rush outwards to collect more pollen, eager for another ride.

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