NJ58

(NJ58)

May 15, 2005 Sunday

Woo hoo! The comic has been launched! Woo hoo! *giggle*

Fleur and I are having a ball watching Johnathon draw everything we describe to him. That and his own
perspectives on it now make a bit of a difference, too.

It took a bit, but he decided that, for a while, he'd rather keep Theta as just a Cyeatean honeybee and not
let it out that he's also Johnathon. I didn't argue…much. He seemed determined about it for now. He wants
to put some of the comic down, first. Some of the stuff we've been through together. "After all, when I'm
there, I'm much more Cyeatean than I am human. To be human would skew my perspective of Cyeatea. As
it is, the "human" Johnathon part of me is sort of muted."

I tried to understand but couldn't completely. He just hugged me and told me we'd talk about it more later.
For now, he wanted to work on the story.

So we all talked about that. And that's pretty much what you're going to be seeing in the comic.

But to get everyone to that point, I should put down what transpired before we parted from Bahoogie and
started off on our way to Theta's hive.

I left off with Theta being the evening meal…for several evenings, didn't I?

It was…erotic, I must say. But disconcerting. I knew nothing yet about who Theta was except that he was a
Cyeatean honeybee. Keep that in mind. :)

After the initial feeding Ammie introduced something into Theta that allowed him to move his head, but
nothing else. The same was true for Bahoogie. They had two different types of meals going on for them,
here. I wonder if they could look at Theta as dessert while Bahoogie was the "meat." *shudder*

In any case, they did take turns on each "guest." And both guests were fine with that along with being fine
with losing a good part of their body weight. (What a weight loss plan! Wait, I think I said that already.
*shrug*)

Once Theta trusted that Fleur and I were not predators, he relaxed and everyone decided to get in on the
instruction band wagon with teaching Fleur and I. It was both wonderful and hilarious. Because there were
most definitely, three different perspectives present. The perspective of a fly, a honeybee and two spiders.
Two prey species, one basically helpless and the other more than capable of fighting. And two
predators…who are actual friends with the honeybee.

Friends with those who prey upon you. A perspective that took a bit of tweaking to get used to.

Theta and Bahoogie both were kept hanging for most of the time. We were told that from time to time,
depending on the prey and trust between them, they could release a good portion of the bindings on them,
keeping their hands bound behind them, but allow them to move about the web a bit more freely.

Apparently this time, they chose not to allow Theta such a freedom. Both spiders smiled. "He would not
escape--maybe. But he is a honeybee and honeybee's will play and push the game to its limit. There are
times when such games are to play and times when the teasing game is to be set aside. This being just
after the long cold night leaves us the choice of keeping him bound. We have no time for teasing games if
we are to regain our strength. Perhaps in another day or so," Ammie told us as she caressed Theta's large
backside while pressing a soft sting into his buzzknot, ensuring the continuing paralysis of his wings.

Fleur and I learned that honeybee wings are very dangerous. To get one's hand in between the moving
wings could lose you a limb. They appear fragile but apparently are razor sharp when moving. I guess it's
like being able to shove a straw through a potatoe. Speed. And if they are sharp, even more so.

So Theta remained bound.

That didn't stop us from talking in between meals. It was as if Fleur and I were there for several days. We
learned a lot.

We learned how they made different soups from the honey inside Theta. We learned about "personal"
honey. That's honey kept…let's see. How to describe this. When a human male comes, it's semen. When a
honeybee has an orgasm, it releases personal honey. Real honey. Remember, they're not human. And
when a female honeybee has an orgasm, it's from where we would normally have a vagina I guess, but
again, it's a reservoir for her personal honey. And no predator has a right to that honey. It is special and
maintained for special occasions, mates or those special friends the honeybee chooses to share with. To
take such honey is considered an invasion and almost equivalent to rape. The other honey resevoir is
expected to be emptied. It's the main "pot" so to speak. I'll have to post drawings about it eventually.
There are some basic ones that Johnathon drew a while back that I posted, from those sketches I wrote
about.

So all this was a learning experience and we realized it had been an honor for Theta to offer his personal
honey to Ammie and her daughter. And it *did* smell of peaches. Earthly peaches. This left me wondering.

Soft skinned insectile creatures with humanoid features. And honey. Real honey.

Um, I know. I tasted it.

I had to.

Fleur and I both dared each other and Ammie shared some of Theta's personal honey with us.

I swear to god it was peach flavored honey. You know how when you were a kid and you read "clover"
honey. Or some fruit tree honey or whatever and you were disappointed when the honey just tasted like,
well, honey? This stuff is exactly what you expected as a kid. Honey and peaches mixed.

Awesome.

Fleur and I both wanted to take some home. We kept trying to figure out a way to do so. Ammie even
made us a tiny web pouch each containing a bit of the honey, to take with us just in case we "went home."

Well, we did go home…twice. But nothing went with us.

Except the belt, that is.

And eventually Fleur's belt, too. *chuckle* Ammie wove Fleur a belt out of webbing.

Her belt went home with us.

We stared at it a long time. It was different from mine in that it was webbing, but it also had leaf leather
woven in with the webbing. But when we awakened home, it looked like so much soft twine. She decided to
keep hers on, too. Afraid it might disappear the same way I was afraid.

But, we did try something. She grabbed a long strapped pouch and put a few things into it and hung it over
her shoulder the next time we went to sleep.

With perverse humor, I grabbed my favorite tea mug and tied it to my belt. Fleur thought the idea was silly.
"What ya gonna do with a coffee mug?"

I shrugged. "Should I ask the same about what's in your pouch?"

She smiled evilly at me as she clutched the pouch to her tightly. "You'll never touch my precioussss!"

A pillow fight ensued.