Back and forth and back and forth Sketch Pad went, gathering up pollen for the hive, bouncing around like a foal to shake it off, and getting several adoring pats on his padded rear by the other Breezies for doing such a wonderful job. The day seemed to speed by, and it wasn’t long before Sketh Pad found himself rubbing at his eyes as he was helped out of the pollen bouncer, trying to yawn around the pacifier in his mouth. His antennae bounced a little as the soothing voice returned to his head, nudging him to fly further into the hive.

Aw, such a sleepy little Beezies, we need to get you tucked into bed!

He slowly flew through the hive, a few other Breezies following him. He lowered himself onto a small ledge in front of a number of combs, each one lined with thick puffy honey colored pillows. Sketch’s head nodded as he tried to stay awake, all the bumbling and buzzing he’d done earlier much more exhausting than he would’ve thought. One Breezie stepped up beside him, a jacket laying across its back. It wasn’t hard for him to pull it over Sketch’s head, his hypnotized state made even worse by his own drowsiness.

Let’s just get you into your special suit before beddie bye time~

His hooves were slipped into the sleeves of the jacket, the back of his mind noting the sleeves seemed much too large for his legs. He wobbled on his hind legs, steadied by another Breezie as the first one began to wrap the sleeves around his back, securing them comfortably by various straps and buckles. The Breezie popped the pacifier out of his mouth, causing Sketch to whine a little at the lack of the tasty bulb. At a few gentle shoves from the Breezies though, he began to waddle forward, bending his head to squeeze it into the padded comb. The material seemed to crinkle slightly, feeling more like the padding around his rear than any normal pillows as it squeezed in on his exposed face.

The other Breezies helped to push him further in, the tight walls gently massaging Sketch as he slid further in. He came to an abrupt halt as his diaper reached the edge of the padding, leaving his puffy stinger and hind legs wiggling helplessly. The Breezies couldn’t help but laugh as Sketch squirmed, giving his diaper a few extra puffings before placing their hooves on his rear and shoving forward. Sketch whimpered a little as he slid further in, his hind legs forced to squeeze into his diaper by the walls. Soon nothing was left exposed, save the tip of his puffy suit’s stinger.

Sketch could hardly see anything, the comb’s puffiness letting in only enough light for him to see a large black pillow for him to rest his head on at the end. He did so, wiggling about as best as he could in the puffy confines again. As he did, he felt a small something poke into his lips as the Beezies fixed something to the back of his stinger. He gave the thing a small lick, smiling as the taste of honey met him again, prompting him to wrap his lips around the object and suckle softly.

As he did, a faint whirring could be heard outside his comb, and, much to Sketch’s delight, a thick goo began to flow from the hose, the taste much like normal honey, though ever so slightly sweeter. He drank up the honey happily, feeling it slide down his throat and pool in his belly. As he slurped up the honey, he almost felt even more relaxed, as if the honey was washing away any stress that had still been left in his empty hypnotized head.

However, the feeling of relaxation wouldn’t last for very long. Sketch’s eyes shot open as the rear of his suit began to rumble and quiver, stroking him very tenderly. He gave off a half whimper, half sigh, his heart rate increasing a bit at the sudden stimulus. The honey he was drinking seemed to grow thicker, and Sketch couldn’t help but guzzle it down, suddenly wanting more… and more… and more! The honey was indescribably delicious, Sketch suckling and gulping it down as his diaper rumbled. A hiss of air began to fill his ears as the crinkly material lining the walls of the comb began to shift, massaging him, stroking him, the most noticeable bulges appearing around his rear, forcing it up and down and up and down, the material inflating and deflating at a steady rate. Sketch whined and squirmed, the pleasure brought on by the rumbling padding and the shifting cushions being too much for him to bear! He felt a pressure building in his diaper, feeling on the cusp of pure bliss!

And when he hit it, his body tensed up, his legs twitching inside his jacket as the rumbling slowed, the comb’s massaging easing up a bit. He felt a warmth pool in his diaper, causing a bright blush to appear on his face, not that anyone could see it. Another soft whirring could be heard as whatever had been placed around his suits stinger began to shift, the warmth flowing away, leaving Sketch suckling on the honey again. Sketch squirmed, shutting his eyes.

Oooh, how he had loved the way his diaper rumbled, the delectable honey, the puffy comb… he yearned for the pleasure he had just experienced, wanting to relive it. He blushed as he did, the soft voice returning.

My my my, you’re quite the eager little Beezie, aren’t you? And from such a stubborn one to start with!

Sketch’s face burned. He felt guilty for wanting it all back, ashamed at himself for enjoying such a strange sensation. He was absolutely helpless to these Breezies, unable to resist the way they had teased him and toyed with him, making him feel like a foal. The absolute worst part, though, was how much he loved it. Being trapped in his comb, flying out and about, wiggling his puffily padded rear for all the Breezies to laugh at… he wiggled in his cell, a small smile creeping across his face.

There, there. There’s nothing wrong with it~ You just love being a big silly Beezie, don’t you? Well, my hive is always open to new recruits, we just love new happy Beezies~ Now, why don’t you just relax… you’ve still got a lot of honey to make~

Sketch smiled a little wider, wiggling his rear again. The flow of honey began to increase again, his suit rumbling and the cell massaging him. He giggled as he squirmed, unable to escape, unable to resist, and unable to think of a place he’d rather bee~.

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