It Isn't Pretty Being Stung
Minerva Mink finds that her rear is TOO attractive, and a swarm of wasps are interested in what she has.
** It's Not Pretty Being Stung **
By BSting
Minerva's morning went about as it usually does. The lustrous, shapely mink woke up, after having a steamy dream about a handsome hunk making hot love with her, and looked down after sitting up. She lifts the blankets from her legs and finds a small puddle forming from her trickling juices. Another wet dream becomes another day of washing sheets.
"Ho hum. Why can't I get a guy to clean up this up for me? Maybe with his tongue..." she fantasizes. She thinks about how a muscular mink, with silky smooth white fur and blonde hair, would volunteer to remedy the mess she is making. Basically, she was imagining the man as a male version of herself. It's no secret that her massive ego is playing a big role in this fantasy.
She closes her eyes and pictures in her head how he would lap the liquid of the sheets, slowly approaching the source of the spill. Minerva would spread her legs to allow better access to her lover, inviting her to "drink from the tap". His tongue slides over the top of her vulva, teasing her more. To further simulate this fantasy, Minerva strokes her fingers up and down her sensitive lady parts, making her shiver a little. As she imagines how the mink-hunk would dip her tongue further down her crevasse, she uses her two fingers to reach inside her canal and induce her feminine urges further. After a minute or two of thrusting her fingers in and out, she slides her wet fingers to her clitoris and begins to rub it. At first, the rotations are slow, but she gradually speeds up the pace, imagining her partner's rough tongue hitting her love button. Minutes pass. The pace builds. Her tension is high. She can feel it coming. Her muscles contract as she lets out a small yelp, thrusting forward after each spasm. She squirts a small amount of liquid and has now made a bigger mess for her to clean up, but it was worth it. Gasping for air, her wet hand clutches her blankets until her breathing slowed. This little session has made her hot and sticky. She needed a bath to wash away the evidence of her dirty deed. The sheet washing can come later. She slowly sits back up, turns to get out of bed and lifts herself off it. Her buttocks come into contact with the puddle and, as she lifts herself up, the sticky liquid spreads and drips on her rear.
After wrapping one towel on her head, wrapping another towel around her chest, and grabbing her favorite soap, she opens the front door to her house and walks outside. Living in the forest has its ups and downs. The rent was certainly cheaper for the oversized log that she lives in, and Minerva was always a fan of all-natural living, when it comes to food, fun, and leisure. That's right. She was going green before it was cool. The only thing that isn't natural about her is both her designer clothing and her tail extensions (Although, she will deny up and down the latter accusation). As always, the forest critters do their thing whenever she walks by. Their thing, to be more precise, is to overreact to her beautiful figure in comical, over-the-top ways. Every male animal, no matter the species, wants so badly to have their way with her. Their mates of the opposite sex, however, are less than amused, clocking their significant other over the head for undressing the mink with their eyes. Their reactions assure Minerva that she's still got it, waiting for the right guy to come along. After having a short daydream of her perfect male while she was walking towards the nearest pond, she drops her soap. A short "Oh" escapes her lips as she looks down to see her fallen soap companion. Unbeknownst to her, however, there is a wasp resting on a flower behind her. After cleaning its antenna, it looks up Minerva's towel to receive two compound eyes full of that ass. It does what every animal attracted to her physic does, and gives a wolf listen in her direction. It lifts off from the flower and flies right behind Minerva, hovering around her butt. To its surprise and luck, Minerva bends over to pick up the soap. In doing so, she lifts her tail to present the lucky was to everything nature has given her. Her soft white globes, her white and pink minkhood, and her pink anus were in full view.
Hearts darted out from the wasps eyes, looking up and down at the mink's splendid backside. It couldn't take it anymore. It wanted her butt to be its own. Instinct kicked in. His long, sharp stinger unsheathed itself from its abdomen, venom dripping from the tip. It took aim Minerva's backside, centering itself to strike directly at her right cheek. It flies back, and then dives towards her butt at high speed, flipping its body over to aim its stinger directly at her soft tush. At last, touchdown! Its stinger burrows deep into her plush rump, sending pain signals up to Minerva's brain.
"YEOWCH!"
Her hands instinctively grab hold of her buttocks as she jumps in the air. When she lands, she tries to look behind her to see her attacker. She can barely spot the wasp still digging into her butt, pumping venom with a pleased look on its face. It's experiencing the best high known by injecting everything it's got into her. Its happiness, however, is rudely ended short when Minerva slaps it off of her butt, dislodging its stinger from her. The wasp lands on the grass, recovering from the shock. The giant mink towers over it with an angry look forming on her face.
"You dumb bug! I was planning on sitting on that, you know! And, worst of all, there's a blemish on it now. You're gonna answer for this!" she shouted.
Taking her soap in hand, she thrusts the bar to the ground, hoping to squish the bugger. Fortunately, the wasp escapes her 100% antibacterial wrath, and flies around her face to confuse her. She makes multiple attempts to swat at the wasp, but misses every time. Finally, it hovers in place long enough for the enraged mink to take aim at him. With a mighty throw, she hurls her soap bar at the wasp.
Unfortunately for her, she misses and she's down one bar of perfectly good soap.
More unfortunate still, the soap hit's the wasp's home with a resounding smack.
Minerva's heart sank. Of all the things that would happen today, she didn't think this would be one of them.
An angry swarm buzzes out of the nest, searching for the one responsible for the destruction of their home. The singular wasp heckling Minerva whistles for their attention and points to her. The swarm looks down at her and primes their stingers, waiting for what she plans to do next. The mink thought fast.
"N-now, now, let's not be too hasty. Er, after all..."
She drops her towels from her hair and chest, and makes a sultry pose.
"You wouldn't want to hurt a gorgeous mink like me, would you?"
She played off her good looks, hoping to charm the wasps into forgiving her. It's the only technique she knew to do and it's worked on men before to get her way.
It didn't work on them.
The angry swarm dives down at her. She gives a panicked shout and high-tails it away from them. She runs as fast she can, with the swarm buzzing behind her. She runs past more forest critters that get a rare sight: the hottest mink around, completely naked. Needless to say, cartoon antics ensued.
She looks behind her to see that she's losing the swarm. She cockily laughs and states "You think you can outpace a seasoned jogger? Puh-leeeeze."
*THUD*
The next thing Minerva knew, she was seeing stars. She shakes off the pain of the impact and takes a look around her. She's shocked to find that her entire upper-body stuck inside of a tree. Cursing her cartoon lifestyle, she groans and struggles to free herself, but she has no luck. Then, she starts to hear something coming her way. It sounds like angry buzzing. Realizing the danger, she struggles more to push herself. The wasps collectively stare at Minerva's backside, which is out in the open for the world to see. Her slender, yet toned legs kick furiously in her struggle. Realizing there is no escape, she wraps her tail around her backside and shouts "Don't you dare!"
Some of the wasps exit the swarm and grab hold of her tail. Using their collective strength, they unwrap the tail around her waist and lift it straight up in the air, letting nothing come between their stingers and her backside.
The wasps, as a group, dive down and begin their attack. One wasp after another plant their stingers into her soft cheeks, pumping poison into her posterior. The mink yelps and shouts at the agony of the situation.
"Ow! Ouch! Yow! Stop! AH! Make-AH mental note to buy- OW some ice at the store. OW!"
The wasps don't slow their attack. They make sure to cover her entire rump with welts. As they begin to run out of room, they become adventurous. A couple wasps make their way to Minerva's vagina, where they stab her vulva with their sharp daggers. Their attack at her most sensitive spot makes her shout, but also moan at the same time. Fluids drip from inside her. One or two wasps begin to take notice and drink it, making note of the tangy taste.
Soon, the wasps tire from the attack and fly home to repair their nest. Minerva is still hopelessly stuck in the tree, her entire backside aching from the stings. She gives a defeated groan. Suddenly, she heard a deep voice from outside.
"Whoa, what happened to you?"
Minerva's spirit shot up. That voice sounded like it came from that one hunk she met once before!
"Oh! Are you that one cousin of my friend's? Can you get me out! Please? I'll make it worth your while!" she shouts from the tree.
The hunk unwraps a lollipop and prepares to do as she asked. It wasn't because she was into her, but because he felt that the delirious she-mink needed some help and some clothes. He wraps his hand around her waist and gives a good pull. Thanks to his muscular frame, it took no time to get her out. She escapes with an audible pop and is lifted up back to her feet.
"Sheesh. You always piss off bugs like that? You're only embarrassing yourself", the hunk states. His words go in Minerva's ear and out the other. She pants like a dog, undressing him with his eyes.
"My hero", sighs Minerva. Then, she gets a crazy idea. "I bet you are just dyin' for a reward, huh?"
She props her hands to the tree and presents her backside to the hunk. This is it. She's finally going to bag that dream date she's been wishing for. She wiggles her rear and lifts her tail.
"Well, come get it, big guy."
The hunk mink lifts a single, solitary eyebrow as he looks at her rump. Both her cheeks are comically swollen and many little red bumps cover the entirety of her butt. He takes his sucker out of his mouth.
"Yeah, two things. One, if you're planning to whore yourself out to a dude, make sure your ass isn't disfigured."
This response was a blow to Minerva. Her ears lowered as she looked behind to see her red, swollen rump. There is still a little hope left, though. Maybe she can convince him to lay with her if she recovers.
"Second," he continues. "I don't know if my cousin ever told ya this, but I'm gay."
Minerva can literally hear her heart shatter. She slowly lifts herself off the tree and slumps to the ground.
"Yeah. Sorry, toots. Better luck next time."
Minerva watches as the hunk walks away from her, overhearing him calling her a "yutz". She gives a long, deep sigh and rubs her aching ass with her right hand.
"Like I always say, it isn't pretty being me."