“What did you just say?!” snapped Honeydew, her antenna rustling in agitation at Applejack’s accusation. The polite small talk about the potential acquisition of cider ingredients shifting suddenly as the cheerful bee pony’s product had bluntly been called into question. The bumblebee’s bubbly front flashing in anger as the misinformed critique of her premium produce left her wings buzzing.

“Sorry Sugarcube, it’s just not sweet enough, so it won’t blend right with the apple juice,” reiterated Applejack as she took another lick of the tempting treacle to be sure. The mares mulling the taste before shaking her head sure that the sugar-rich liquid was insufficient for the craft cider she wished to ferment back on the farm.

“That’s because you asked for organic, I didn’t water it down with table sweetener like that sugar water Filthy Rich pedals,” corrected Honeydew, as she had provided the ingredients to the orange mare’s exact specification. The sheer nature of the ultracrepidarian statement was enough to ruffle the bee’s short fur, as it showed a complete ignorance of her trade, which was made worse by what the farm pony was to say next.

“Would it be possible to add that their sweetener to the batch, to…” started Applejack as she tried to negotiate, as though the honey was not ideal in her humble mind it could probably be rectified with the addition of the mentioned addictive.

“Are you saying I defile the batch with the taint of synthetic syrup!?” snapped back Honeydew, offended by the suggestion as it hit her like a personal attack. The bee recoiling, her fluffy fuzz flaring as her abdomen undulated in distress from the unmitigated gall of such a silly suggestion.

“If you want the deal, I prefer to buy locally bu….” Started Applejack as she tried to negotiate an untenable agreement, as any suggested deviation of the bee pony’s recipe in her industrious mind came off as a personal slight against her. The earth pony continuing to talk from there, not like the bubbly bee was listening, Honeydew’s nostrils flaring, and her brow furrowing as she heard Applejack prattle on doggedly trying to change the time and tested recipe much to the mare’s chagrin. Each word like a small knife digging in and giving a stinging twist, as Applejack reiterated on the inferiority of Honeydew’s product in a brutally honest and completely uncouth manner. The babble only tangible when words of inferiority flashed from the farmgirl’s lips, putting Honeydew’s amber blood to a boil.

“I am not changing the recipe…” stated Honeydew sternly, her face shifting into a scowl that seemed unnatural on her normally jovial muzzle. The starkness of the statement taking Applejack off guard, as it was enough to stutter her speech, as she realized she may have overstepped with her criticism of the provided product. The earth pony flinching, as Honeydew puffed out her chest, her flustered fleece standing on end making her appear larger than she was she seemed to tower over the recoiling pony. The whole situation suffused with a growing dread, as Honeydew leaned forward and seized Applejack, causing a cringe to cascade over the bee’s frogs.

“But I do have a way of making you sweeter which may solve both are problems,” continued the bee as she pushed Applejack to the ground, as the sudden escalation to physical contact took the normally sturdy mare off guard allowing her to spiral to the hard earth below. The cowgirl’s hat falling from her golden mane, as she landed hard, the sternum striking the floor causing her to recoil in a winded wheeze. Honeydew capitalizing on the element of surprise as in a fluid motion she lined up with the laid-out Applejack up and prepared to take the pony as a sucrose supplement. Honeydew taking just a moment to open her bony pseudo-stinger, as a yawning orifice formed between the parting beak like keratin that unpeeled to allow the imminent digestible delivery to pass.

An abrupt shunt all it took to shove the dazed earth pony’s hind hooves into the dilating opening, as the hard rim skidded up the mares shins as in an instant the orange equine was up to her thighs in the warm embrace of Honeydew’s abdomen. The sticky sensation of warm honey lathering against the hocks, as the oozing solution soaked into Applejack’s fur as the bee self-lubricated the substantial sugar supplement allowing for an easy insertion. The mare nickering as the personal penetration, her satellite slit shuddering as she enjoyed the full feeling, before biting her lip she began her sour snack.

The well trained and muscular interior easily getting a grip as it tensed around the toned legs, before with a series of rapid pulses of her hydrostatic muscle structure Honeydew danced her lower body rhythmically as she rapidly drew her prey into her moist embrace.
The waxy body like scales shimmering in the sunshine as she felt Applejack flow into her with a series of thrusts and clenches, as the mare was yanked a few inches deeper with each roll of Honeydew’s bumbling rump. The progress only one way as a series of minute barbs snagged in the mare’s hide like slithers of sandpaper holding Applejack firmly in their abrasive thrall preventing her from pulling herself free as she was rapidly reduced to a weak worming. The accommodating abode within her abdomen pulsing peristaltically as she methodically glided over Applejack’s entire body in a few short straining seconds.

Honeydew moaning slightly as she felt her hole tighten over Applejack’s neck as the shoulders sank behind the iris-like ring of muscle. The rubbery ring reacting to the contours of Applejack’s body forming a perfect seal as she slipped away into the round embrace of the rotund rear. Applejack breaking into a profuse sweat as the seeping heat that was enveloping her body like a sweltering blanket compacted her muscular body within its clammy confines. The mare lost in a daze as she was entombed in warm waters, until she felt the opening kiss the back of her head with a soft shunt, which seemed to be enough to prompt her into a blindly bucking as she comprehended the severity of her situation.

“Whoa, Nelly!” Applejack yelped, her verdant eyes in the split second before one final contraction tugged her head into the dark depths of the gorged bee. The opening slamming shut, as the cone closed in front of the mare’s nose sealing her in the sauna-like seclusion of Honeydew’s tight tubing. The bee’s stinger twisting shut like a closing flower as for a moment the stuffed predator basked in her partaking of prey, as she felt every little frantic fidget of her quarry quaking her more tender insides. The erratic motions of the mare beneath the insectoid veil joining the lingering artefacts of wrongdoing, which amounted to little more than a misplaced hat and a few strands of trailing honey trickled from the sealed sphincter leaving a tacky pond beneath the twitching thorn.

Honeydew letting out a sigh as her snack settled before she scrunched slightly to reach her bloated backside so that she might more easily masticate her meal. the trembling within her tickling, as she smiled sadistically as already, they were starting to fade beneath her slow strokes. Honey feeling the muscular mass swaying as she began to massage the mare beneath her chitinous shell, as now that Applejack was tucked away it was only a matter of time before she got a lot sweeter.

“That’s it just let it out…” snickered Honeydew, as she squeezed Applejack’s bouncing bulge, as she tried to bleed the fight from the wobbling woman. The mare refusing to capitulate to the rising tide, but inevitably she had to breathe and with a gurgling throttle she tasted sweet as pooling enzymes flooded her gagging gullet. The earth pony spasming as much as she could in her folded up fetal position, as a barrage of hooves rubbed her convulsing body as Honeydew lathered the leaking lubricant into Applejack’s matted fur. The mare was unable to draw breath as her lungs filled with the foul thick fluid that unseen glands were squiring into the confined space as the airbags were drowned in the sweet waters.

“Deep breath,” muttered Honeydew, as she felt the mare slipping into a death spasm, the motions growing in intensity before abruptly shuddering to a stop as Applejack surrendered to the stifling biology surrounding her. the mare going into a series of erratic motions, before seizing up and going still, as she capitulated to Honeydew as little more than a future dollop of oozing honey. The bee letting out a slow exhale as she felt the mare blackout, as now it was a simple waiting game until the mare melted into nothing more than a bubbling bounty of sugary sweetness.

Honeydew smiling smugly as she leaned back cradling her soon to be condensed passenger. The meeting not going as expected, but at least sweet apple acres would get their sweeter honey, as nothing brought out the glucose quite like metabolizing a massive mound of twitching mare meat. It was something about the proteins in the blood that when broken down to their base components produced a higher amount of basic sugars instead of the longer strands found in plants and other supplements. It was not something that Honeydew gave much thought, as she knew most of Applejack would be honey in a few hours of grinding digestion, as she was reduced to little more than a solution of simple sugars. The mare’s shape soon sloughing into slop until all that remained as a fresh batch and a few easily siphoned off indigestibles like the enamel of troublesome tooth caps.

Honeydew simply relaxing and letting nature take its course, as she continued to rub her sloshing cargo to a deluge of digesting sounds, that soon morphed into snaps and cracks as the bones began to crumble under the compressing waves of the seeping sleeve.
The bee using her hooves to manipulate her contents, as she turned and rotated Applejack’s remains almost randomly to ensure an even boil so that the gristle didn’t have a chance to pool or congeal. This morbid process taking a few hours, giving Honeydew plenty of time to ponder, but for now, the bee only had one question.

“I wonder if you will taste like apples?”

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Applejack offended the wrong Bee pony, This wont end well for the honest farm mare...

A comission lemon written for  Nytegale for the above image posted with permission done by  Bizarrvore

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