The bee-maiden staggers backward against her perch and wheezes. Quickly, you launch yourself forward and pin her bodily against the giant flora, grabbing her feebly thrashing arms. In a flash of inspiration, you pull a long supple leaf from the underside of the blossom, twisting it lengthwise and managing to bind her hands to the stem above her head with your makeshift cord before she can focus on what’s happening.
Momentarily lost in thought as to where you want to go from here, you don’t notice the now-bound and irritated bee’s last attempt to turn the tables as her stinger slowly slides free and her abdomen lifts into position to employ it. Bracing against the stem and lifting her legs, the bee-maiden flips up her abdomen and the stinger darts towards your side. Acting quickly, you roll away from it and down, bringing up your arm to hold the bee’s abdomen in the air so she can’t maneuver it into position for another stab. What a poor loser this bee-girl is! Your gaze tracks across the abdomen, taking in the angry little point and the soft spot next to it concealing the bee’s ovipositor, and an idea starts to come together in your corrupted, novelty-crazed head. Grinning even wider, you waggle one finger in reproof at the frightened bee.
Gripping the abdomen firmly by the fuzz, your free hand parts the soft flesh and begins caressing the bee’s diminutive black ovipositor, which responds eagerly by growing in size and peeking out. Within moments your dexterous stimulation has rendered the organ into a knotted shaft and sent the bee herself into a happily-buzzing stupor.