Floral Frolics 9
#34 of Tik Tik's Tower
Eshere wants to get in on the fun by seducing a bee, but there's something different about this newcomer...The Adventures of Tik Tik is a fantasy erotica series starring a cute kobold wizard out to make new friends! Its development is funded by the readers through sources like P@treon and Subscribestar. Those who support get early access to stories and rough drafts, the ability to vote and make poll options for monthly bonus stories, and being able to help produce and direct the plot with other top-tier supporters! Not only that, but the more that I'm supported, the more of these stories that I write.
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"Be good get information from them while not get hurt, like friend here," Tik Tik says. "Can always take from one these two."
Eshere swirls and congeals and rises, turning into female humanoid form, her ooze becoming the consistency of gelatin. She closes the journal in one hand and hands it over to Tik Tik. The kobold hugs it eagerly, snapping her fingers to produce a pen from nowhere.
"I'd rather do this on my own," says Eshere.
Tik Tik snickers as Eshere walks over to the Tiger Lily's flower. The nymph still lays there, spent and delighted by her previous encounter with the forager, her nectar dripping from her vaginal petals and onto the flower bed. Eshere presses two fingers upon the petal, tracing her digits to pick up the golden viscous liquid, letting it swirl among her green form, dissolving as it incorporates into herself. "It tastes different than the candy you made," she says.
"Makes sense. This isn't the refined product, sweetie," says Baker, laying back on the grass. "It's merely the raw material. You can't expect an eclair when biting into a cacao fruit, you know."
"Maybe not," Eshere says, her body shifting again, gaining the slimy simulacrum of petals over her head, covering her visible eyes, with stamen sticking up high. She smiles and spreads her arms out towards the curious bee up above.
The newcomer flits out of her space and zips downward, flying about the strange new flower. Her own nectar baskets are just as filled as the worker on the ground with Cynwrig. The two of them, of course, are entwined in their cuddly intercourse, their mud breaths joining in with the distinct breezes and rustling of plants.
"Something the matter?" Eshere asks, speaking in the language of the fair folk.
The bee perks up, hearing that voice, so distinctly like one of the flowers, and yet, "You're not a flower," she says. "Right? Where's your color?"
She zips up and down, buzzing around Eshere's form. The slime stands still, letting the bee return to face her.
"No, I want to be a friend, just like Tik Tik and Cynwrig are friends to your fellow workers."
The bee frowns at that, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "Oh, no, no, no. I can't do that, stranger," she says, speaking in the common tongue. "Look at the day. It's getting late, and we must return home to report your activities."
"And what you say about us?" Tik Tik says, stopping her pen and clicking her fingernails on the journal's cover. "Only good things, Tik Tik hopes. Tik Tik can make sure you think good about Tik Tik, yes.
When the kobold steps forward, the bee holds out her hands. Just as suddenly as the kobold starts moving, she stops, slamming against an invisible wall.
Her surprised yelp makes Cynwrig leap from his lovemaking, knocking the forager aside and buzzing toward this newcomer.
"Magic!?" Eshere jumps aside, catching Tik Tik. "These bees know magic!?"
When Cynwrig zips forward, he readies his fists to protect his employer, his vision tunneling in his duty towards the kobold.
"Stop!" Tik Tik shouts, her own spell striking the beetle and sending him tumbling down to the dirt, coughing, his butt in the air, and his balls decidedly blue.
The kobold dusts herself off, her hands behind her back. A wide grin spreads across her face. "So, Bees know more than sex, do they? You know magic, too?"
"We know a great many things," The bee says. "Together, we are unafraid of what you can do to harm us."
She buzzes, landing on the ground, her arms resting behind her back. "Together, we can handle any trouble you may cause."
"Do you think Tik Tik causes trouble?"
"We think you already have."
"Good bee," Tik Tik says. "No, let guard down. Tik Tik like. But Tik Tik have business, and soldier say take Tik Tik to see leader. Magic bee still good to let Tik Tik talk talk?"
"Maybe, but first, we need to let this soldier rest. You," she says, looking at the first forager with twitching antennae.
The first forager lowers her head and scoots away from Cynwrig despite starting to approach him.
Cynwrig groans.
"It been long day," Tik Tik says, sitting back. "Perhaps good time sit back and enjoy company. So, what shall Tik Tik call bee?"
"Me?" says the newcomer. "I'm just another worker bee. Nothing more, nothing less, but you can call me a scout."