> this forest is fucking weird 
> now, when you'd first crash-landed in ponyville aboard the alien spacecraft that abducted you from your best friend's little sister's cousin's elder brother's father's daughter's barmitzday party, one of the first things anyonehorse told you was to stay away from the forest
> "Oh Anonymous, you simply CAN'T go into the spooky magical dark mysterious forest--you'll be eaten alive, or worse!" 
> when you asked what was worse than being eaten alive, no one could give you a solid answer, so you just assumed they were bluffing
> after all, when did a little nature hurt anyone?
> it's been three weeks and you're already starting to get the feeling you're being stalked like wild game
> being the self-sufficient outdoorsy type, you were never one to shy away from growing your own food or hunting your own meat and if anyone happened across your thorough enjoyment of nature's bounty they'd likely be green with envy
> you had all you could ever want--fresh food, fresh water, homegrown veggies and plenty of rice that you'd purchased in BULK from town before you left
> that being said, you were starting to notice some... odd things happen on your typical outings
> for one, you couldn't ever remember seeing such bright, vivid flowers here in equestria as you did back on earth--specifically in the forest
> they were these enormous, almost pony-sized blossoms of hypnotizing blues and golds and if it weren't for the fact that you didn't particularly care for colorful flora in the first place you might have even taken to growing them yourself in your backyard garden 
> something else that didn't seem particularly commonplace, if the day or two you spent living in ponyville was any indicator, was the subtle droning that carried through the forest and ruined many nights, where anonymous may have otherwise slept soundly to daybreak
> it was a buzz
> a terrible buzz
> an awful, terrible buzz
> made your fucking head spin 
> on the fifth or so day of mind-numbing racket, you finally decided you'd have enough, that the ponies were right, and that the forest was no place for an anon like you 
> packing up whatever was worth taking with you--your shitty little mudhut was frankly not even worth crying over despite your hasty evacuation--you stormed out the door in your favorite bright yellow shirt, expecting absolutely nothing to happen because of it 
> "Bzzz?"
> curiously, there was a pony standing just outside the premises of your abode 
> well, to call it a pony would be a pretty unobservant generalization 
> it LOOKED like a pony, but... 
> kinda looked like a bee as well
> through some mishap in god's fiery pony forge, standing--no, floating before you--was a bee pony
> her black antennae dangled over her yellow-furred muzzle and a fluffy collar of fur wrapped around her neck, where it met even stripes that spanned the length of her barrel, past her fluttering insectoid wings and right to her poofy black tail
> nothing else immediately stood out to you about her appearance besides the reverent stare she regarded you with
"Uh... Can I help you?" 
> with startling quickness the bee pony darted up to you, pressing her snout against your torso as she quickly sniffed you all over, making plenty of uncomfortable bodily contact that nearly caused you to panic
> ponies were touchy, sure, but this was a little absurd 
> "What's a flower like you doing all the way out here, hmm? I've never SEEN a flower like you before this far out, now that I think about it."
> ...what?
"You DO realize I'm not a plant, right?" 
> your quip ignored, the bee pony continued her odd snuffling of your personage, rubbing her fuzzy bee pony cheeks into your chest and whipping around to back her hindquarters into you with enough force that you took a step back
"Hell, what are you even doing?" 
> the bee pony giggled, wiggling her rump into your stomach and tickling your chin with her fluffy tail 
> "Getting your pollen, silly flower! Now stay still and be a good flower so I can spread this ALL over, okay?" 
> ah, yes
> you were being rubbed by this filthy forest abomination because you were a FLOWER--makes perfect sense 
> leaving you thoroughly violated and also strangely aroused, the bee pony's derriere and your chest parted ways; with a shudder and a shake, the beeony buzzed happily in the air before fluttering off into the thick brush of the forest, presumably for more humans to molest 
> the experience left you feeling...
> strange
> if you were honest with yourself, you'd say that the idea of a nest of these little mongrels living somewhere in the forest and being adorably stupid left you with a few reservations about leaving so suddenly 
> maybe
> maybe you'll leave tomorrow
> or maybe you'll see your black-and-yellow friend again