Gem in the Empresses' Tiaras

[dddybee]

After saving Edith from Jasmine's intense cake smothering, Honie carried both of the middleweights away. She let the flustered pinkette rest her head on the bee's big broad shoulder. "No problemo Edith! What are heroines for?" Honie buzzed, responding to Hidden Gem's gratitude. Before long, the three wresters were back in Honie's living room. Honie sat Jazzy and Eddie next to each other on the sofa. Only this time, there were three fresh, homemade honey buns on a platter on the living room table before them!

"MMMMMMM. Those smell heavenly!" Jasmine noted, the sweet scent even snapping her out of her lingering horniess.

"I had to leave before to get these bad boys ready! They just finished baking, and they're made with real honey to boot!" Honie explained, pulling up a chair and sitting on the other side of the table. "Dig in!" The farmer girl picked up the biggest honey bun and purred as she began to consume it.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Jasmine licked her lips and reached for one herself, before taking a big bite. chewchewchew "Yum! It's really good, Hon!" chewchewchew

"Thanks!" Honie buzzed, as she had just finished hers already. "Whatcha think Edith?" After the Hidden Gem had tasted her honey bun and commented on it, Honie would stand up. "Okay. So I have to leave one more time. It's a surprise, but I'll be back in just a sec. Now Jazzy... Can I trust you not to facesit Edith while I'm gone?"

"Yes." Jasmine puffed up her cheeks and pouted. "Giving her another smothering so soon would violate our moderation agreement anyway."

"Good." Honie departed off to her bedroom, living Jasmine and Edith in the living room for a moment.

Jasmine would give the pinkette some space by slinging her whole body up on the coach, to throw her hips over one of the sofa's arms. This left her big, sexy, scary butt facing away from Edith, even if it looked quite pronounced sticking up in this position. Now laying on her belly, Jasmine would lean up on her hands to finishing eating her honey bun. "Delicious... Say Eddie. Which would you say tasted sweeter? Those buns or THESE buns...?" Jasmine asked, as she reached back to slap her own tush. Resisting the urge to give Ms. Una another smothering, Jasmine opted to simply tease the fancy girl about the recent experience.

[SweetHeart]

Edith settled gingerly on the sofa, still feeling the phantom weight of Jasmine’s backside lingering on her face. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks still warm, and her lungs still drank deeper than usual as though to reassure themselves of the air they had nearly been denied. Yet the warm, sweet aroma wafting from the platter on the table was enough to coax a small sigh from her chest.

She accepted her honey bun delicately, as though it were a fine pastry presented on a silver tray instead of a still-steaming swirl of sticky dough. Her fingers pinched it with dainty precision, and she carefully pulled off a small piece before bringing it to her lips. The moment the soft bread and sweet glaze touched her tongue, her prim composure faltered just slightly—her eyes softened, a pleased hum vibrated in her throat, and she allowed herself another, slightly larger bite.

“Mmm… it is quite good,” she admitted at last, her tone polite but tinged with genuine enjoyment. “The honey is very rich.”

Honie beamed at the praise, but Edith only glanced fleetingly at Jasmine, who was already devouring hers with far less grace. Each smack of Jasmine’s lips or noisy chew sent a faint twitch across Edith’s brow, but she did her best to ignore it. Her posture remained straighter than usual on the sofa, and though she looked as if she were relaxed, her eyes flicked sidelong every so often toward Jasmine—as though half-expecting another ambush. Honie’s warning had reassured her somewhat, but Edith knew well that Jasmine’s promises could be stretched thin when her smother temptation came in.

When Honie excused herself, Edith’s gaze followed her retreating figure with a hint of longing, as though she trusted the farmer to keep Jasmine in check far more than she trusted herself to fend off the woman’s “moderate” pranks. “I shall… reserve judgment on that particular comparison,” she said, adjusting the hem of her skirt as if to armor herself in dignity. “Though rest assured, Jasmine, I intend to keep my enjoyment of these pastries entirely untainted by recollections of your… antics.” She took another bite of her honey bun, slower this time, her gaze fixed stubbornly forward. Yet her ears were pink, her posture stiffened, and one could tell she was very much aware of the cheeks looming.

[dddybee]

Background Music

The Hidden Gem opted to "reserve judgment" on comparing her experience eating these honey buns to being force-fed Jasmine's cake. "Fair enough. HehHeh." Jasmine giggled at Edith's response to her teasing. She observed the pinkette as she continued to eat, soon frowning at her fellow middleweight's stiff posture. "Eddie...relax." Jasmine insisted. The Booty Bomber stood up and reached down to grab Edith's legs, before putting them up so that her feet were on the table. "Honie won't mind." Jasmine would then lean in to grab Edith's shoulders to push her back against the sofa, in a position the Mighty Monarch thought to be more comfortable. Jasmine would then sit back down next to Edith, put her own feet up, and lean back against the coach, with her hands behind her head.

"Ahhhh. See? Chiiiilllll. I said I wasn't gonna smother you while Honie was gone, and I meant it." Jasmine said, now intentionally making sure that her big booty was out of Edith's field of view. "Now then. Enjoy your honey bun." While not always the most tactful girl, Jasmine was quite the empathic one, despite being smother crazy. So she sensed Edith's stiffness and tried to help her fully recover from her latest smother prank and relax. Jasmine's feet shook a bit, prompting the empress to take a deep breath, as she did her best to control her smother lust.

Thankfully, Honie would return a moment later and get Jasmine's mind off of it. The Booty Buzzer had changed out of her farmer girl outfit and into her wrestling attire! "TA-DA!" Honie buzzed, standing in front of her seated guests. As Jasmine said, she didn't seem to mind the feet on the table. "I wanted to show Edith the latest version of my wrestling attire! Whatcha think?"

"Looking good, Hon!" Jasmine praised, as Honie flexed and posed. The killer bee turned around to show off the back of her attire as well. "Glad you enjoyed my honey buns, Edith! Now...how do THESE honey buns look to ya."~ Honie teased, showing off her honey bun-themed booty, by repeatedly flexing one of her massive glutes after the other. Like Jasmine, Honie could be quite the tease as well. However, while Jasmine would have likely stinkfaced Edith in Honie's position, the Heroine of the Beehive showed more restraint. She was simply showing off here a bit. Proud of her attire and her big buzzin' booty!

Honie in her Wrestling Attire

[SweetHeart]

Edith felt the gentle but firm pressure of Jasmine’s hands guiding her into a more reclined position, and despite her initial instinct to resist, she allowed herself to be eased back against the sofa cushions, her feet were settled on the table. Edith’s lips parted in a faint gasp, her brows drawing together as though this were a dreadful breach of etiquette, but the way Jasmine simply dropped herself back beside her, hands behind her head in smug satisfaction, softened Edith’s protest before it left her tongue. She picked up the remainder of her honey bun and allowed herself a proper bite this time—one that was less restrained, letting the sweetness coat her tongue. It melted warmly, and for the first time since the smother ordeal she closed her eyes, sighing quietly at the simple pleasure. Edith settled into the sofa “Mmm…” A tiny murmur slipped past her lips before she could stop it. She dabbed a speck of frosting from the corner of her mouth with her pinky finger.

Then Honie returned.

Edith turn her head, there she saw Honie stood before them in striking yellow and black wrestling gear that hugged her body like a second skin. Edith’s eyes widened, the bun in her hand nearly forgotten as she took in the sight: sculpted arms gleaming with strength, a chest straining against the bold yellow top, and legs wrapped in striped stockings that only seemed to emphasize the sheer power beneath.

And then Honie turned around.

Edith’s blush deepened tenfold as her gaze landed squarely on the broad canvas of her host’s rear. The black shorts emblazoned with the word “JUSTICE” left little to the imagination, and when Honie began flexing one cheek after the other, making the massive muscles bounce in a cheeky rhythm, Edith’s heart gave an undignified skip. The swirls drawn on each cheek caught her eye next, and her mind betrayed her with a ridiculous comparison: they looked startlingly like the frosting spirals on the very honey bun she still held in her hand.

Her lips parted slightly in astonishment, her blush creeping from her cheeks down her neck. She quickly averted her gaze to the side, though not before catching Jasmine’s mischievous glance out of the corner of her eye. Edith stiffened again, though this time it was not from indignation, but from the heat rising in her chest.

Edith straightened primly in her seat, brushing a loose strand of pink hair from her face as though the gesture would restore her composure. “Your… your attire is most impressive, Honie,” she said, her voice carefully measured. “It suits you very well, and you wear it with… confidence.” She paused, her eyes flicking unwillingly downward again for the briefest instant before snapping back up. “…As for which buns are sweeter, I—” She faltered, the warmth in her cheeks refusing to fade. “—I shall once again reserve judgment. It would hardly be fair to make such a comparison under the circumstances.”

[dddybee]

Jasmine smiled warmly at Edith, as she was finally able to get her fancy friend to fully relax. The Mighty Monarch didn't want her pal to be on edge around her, when she didn't need to be. So, Jasmine did her best to show the Hidden Gem that (at least in this situation) there was no need to fear her overwhelming backside.

After Honie returned and showed off both her striking wrestling attire and her tasty rump, Edith clearly became flustered. Her normally composed disposition couldn't cover up how much she was blushing. Honie beamed, after hearing the Hidden Gem compliment her wrestling gear. "Awww. You're so sweet! Thank you! And I'll take your blushing cheeks as a sign you appreciate MY cheeks as well. You fancy pinkette you!"~ Honie buzzed. She turned back around to approach Edith, before playfully ruffling her pink hair with one hand. "Speaking of pinkettes, I think it's about time we head over to Melony! Let's go my friends!"

The Booty Empresses would gesture for Edith to follow them, as they made there way out of Honie's place. They'd depart back to the limo, where Jasmine's driver was waiting for them. Honie and Edith would both sit by the windows of the vehicle, while Jasmine would sit her bum in the middle seat between them. And with that, the monarch's royal servant would begin driving them off to Melony's castle!

After a bit of driving, Jasmine grew kinda bored. While normally a chatterbox, Honie was currently content watching butterflies from the window. But soon, Jasmine gasped as she spotted something else that would really spice things up a bit! A Volkswagen Beetle vehicle on the road! "Punch Buggy Blue!" Jasmine chirped, before roughly socking Honie in the arm.

PUNCH

"OW...! Ahhhh..." Honie whined, caught off guard by the blow. She rubbed her shoulder and grumbled under her breath, but ultimately laughed it off. "Hahaha. You got me... But... You didn't say 'no punch backs'..." Honie would relatilate with a payback punch in Jasmine's own arm! "Sting!"

PUNCH

"OUCH...! Ughhh... HehHehHeh! Well I didn't forget! I never say 'no punch backs', because I'm not a WUSS." Jasmine protested, struggling to resist the urge to rub her own shoulder. The Wild Royal would then catch another Volkswagen Beetle driving across from the window that Edith was near. "Punch Buggy Green!" Honie braced herself, only for Jasmine to treat Edith to a forceful slug in a shoulder instead!

PUNCH

"Haha! Gotcha Eddie!"

"Buzz? You could've asked her if she wanted to play first, Jazzy."

"Don't baby her, Hon. We're all wrestlers here. Eddie has faced my power-punches before."

"Well Eddie. Since our friend here isn't a 'wuss' and won't say 'no punch backs', looks like you can slug her back now!"

"Go ahead Eddie! I dare ya to pound LAW's best pounder!" Honie rolled her compound eyes at the tomboy's joking innuendo but didn't disagree with the literal meaning, as the Booty Empresses invited Edith to potentially get in on the game!

[SweetHeart]

Edith yelped at the sudden jab, her whole body jolting from the impact. “Ah—! O-Ow! Good heavens, Jasmine!” she gasped, clutching her shoulder with a startled expression. “What was that for?” Edith’s pout only deepened as she rubbed the sore spot, muttering something about “utter barbarism” under her breath. She straightened her posture primly, crossed one leg over the other, and adjusted the cuffs of her jacket as if reclaiming her composure. When Honie encouraged her to retaliate, Edith blinked. “M-Me? Oh, no no no…” She raised her hands quickly, shaking her head, though the faint quiver in her voice betrayed how much the sting still lingered. After a pause, she huffed and glanced toward the bee-themed powerhouse sitting across from her. “However,” she continued, her tone softening, “if a response must be made in the name of fairness… then I suppose Honie may act as my—ah—designated puncher.” She folded her arms with a small, prim nod. “Yes. Do deliver an appropriate… what you'd say like, buzzing of justice on my behalf.”

[dddybee]

Initiated by Jasmine, she and Honie were playing a game of Punch Buggy. And Jasmine thought it'd be fun to get Edith to join in, by giving her a rough sock in the arm! The Booty Bomber giggled playfully, as Edith clutched her now sore shoulder and pouted at her. But despite not appreciating being punched, Edith didn't seem willing to strike back herself. "Buzz?" Honie puzzled, a bit confused by how flustered the Hidden Gem was by the concept. But she smiled, after the pinkette gave her the go-ahead to strike Jasmine on her behalf.

"LAME. I wanted to see how hard you could punch, Eddie." Jasmine pouted, before presenting her shoulder to Honie. "Alright Hon. Go ahead and get it over with..."

"Okie!" But rather than just sock her again. Honie would unbuckle her seatbelt and stand up in a squatting position. She'd swing her wide powerful hips towards the window she was near, before sharply swinging them towards Jasmine, to nail the side of Jazzy's body with the side of her big butt! "STING!"

BUTT PUNCH

"AAHH...! Hey...!" Jasmine yelped. While Jasmine's fists were even stronger than Honie's, Honie had even stronger hips. And getting stuck with them increased the surface area of impact that stung Jasmine! The only reason she didn't go crashing into Edith was because her seatbelt was still on.

"Butt punches are a type of punch, no?" Honie teased, as she sat back down. "Edith requested I deliver justice on her behalf, so that's payback for using YOUR butt to mess with her earlier. Just be happy I didn't smother you."

Jasmine puffed her cheeks out at Honie and growled from the back of her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed. "OH, I'LL SMOTHER YOU." She unbuckled her seatbelt, before turning and shoving her big bum in Honie's face, to stinkface her against the window. Even though she seemed to have a particular fondness for smothering Edith, Jasmine's smother pranks were something all her friends had to deal with to various degrees. "Hey Eddie! This is what I would've done to you, if you didn't have safety concerns about getting a limo smothering. Hehehe!"

"MMMMMPHHHHH!" Honie muffled, before talking hold of Jasmine's thicc bum and using her strength to push her off, a feat only a select few wrestlers seemed to be able to do. "THAT'S IT." From there, the two hot-tempered powerhouses began to roughhouse inside of the vehicle! As they stuck, squeezed, and smothered one another! While their scrap was quite noisy, they at least refrained from mistakenly hitting Edith. Thankfully, the limo would soon arrive at Melony's palace. And as soon as the vehicle stopped, the tomboy Jasmine and tomboyish Honie would abruptly and comedically cease fighting, seemingly no longer angry at each other.

"Buzz...? Are we here...?" Honie asked, as she let go of Jasmine's waist.

"Oh sweet! Let's go see MelMel!" Jasmine chirped, lowering her fist.

The Booty Empresses would exit the limo and direct Edith to do the same. As Jasmine's servant drove off, the girls would take in the environment. Plenty of fruit trees, vines, and brushes grew around the area. And Melony's lovely palace fit in beautifully in this nature-themed environment. The three girls would begin walking to the door, ready to get the next chapter of their hangout started!

Melony's Palace Ref

[SweetHeart]

Edith would look confused as Honie undid her buckle, before SLAMMING her sizeable honie buns right into Jasmine's face! “W-Wha— Honie?!” she gasped, flinching and scooting away in her seat. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink as the sound of impact echoed through the limo. “That’s… not what I— oh goodness…” Edith could only sit there frozen as Jasmine yelped and the two started teasing each other. “Could we possibly maybe not…?” she murmured faintly, her voice drowned out by the sudden chaos.

When Jasmine unbuckled and turned around, Edith’s face turned bright red. “Oh no, not again…!” she groaned, quickly scooting away from the spectacle of Jasmine’s big backside smothered Honie. As the two started to wrestle and smother each other, Edith pressed herself against the far door of the limo, flustered beyond words. “Goodness gracious..” she mumbled, covering part of her face with her hands as their scuffle filled the space with noise and laughter. Her blush deepened as Jasmine’s playful taunts turned into muffled grunts and Honie’s strength came into play as she smothered her back and forth. Edith sighed softly, only to abruptly stop when the limo pulled to a halt. Edith blinked, lowering her hands slightly. The pair then of course, stopped fighting, casually leaving the limo, before the casually offering Edith join them, the pinkette pausing before sighing and heading out. Then her eyes rose toward the sight in front of them — the sprawling, radiant glow of the Palace. Her jaw dropped slightly. “Oh… wow…” she breathed, her previous embarrassment fading into awe. Never since the Matire had she seen such an amazing place! She took a few slow steps forward, her voice soft with admiration. “It’s— it’s like something out of a fairytale…”

[dddybee]

Melony's Causal Theme

"You should see the inside!" Honie buzzed, upon hearing Edith admire Melony's grand castle. But before they could make it to the door, the three girls would hear a voice from above them.

"Greetings...!"~

They all looked up, to see Empress Melony Peaches herself! The pinkette was clad in her usual watermelon and peach-themed wrestling attire, sitting pretty in a fruit tree!

"MEL!" Jasmine chirped, as their best friend jumped down from the tree with the grace of an acrobat! Honie would give Melony one of her signature, loving yet inadvertently crushing hugs. "Owwwwwwww...!" While Jasmine gave Melony one of her iconic, playful yet purposefully rough slugs in the shoulder. "OW...! I appreciate the affection, but could you two be more gentle...?" Rather than paypack the roughness, Melony calmed her excitable besties by kissing them each on the cheek. "Mwah...! Mwah...!"~ Afterwards, they both eased up and blushed. Though Melony softly gasped, upon getting a better look at them.

"Hon! Jazzy! You two have been fighting again, haven't you? Your hair is disheveled and there's some bruising on your faces."

"We're okay Mel!"

"Yeah. We were just playing Punch Buggy, even if things got a little wild. Hehe."

"I still insist you go freshen up in the dressing room, before doing anything else."

"Fine. Hey Hon! I'll race you there!" Jasmine chirped, before taking off.

"NO RUNNING IN THE HALLWAYS."

"Stop Jasmine! Melony said no running!" Honie yelled, while running after Jasmine, causing the prissy, prim Melony to sigh. Jasmine and Honie entered the palace first to address their untidy condition, leaving Melony outside with Edith. Melony approached the Hidden Gem to properly introduce herself.

"Hello dear and welcome to Nectarine Nation! It's nice to meet a fellow pinkette, sweetheart. I do hope my tag partners haven't been doing too much, especially Jasmine." Melony said, before perking up and rushing to the fruit tree she had just climbed. "Ha!" Melony ramped the truck of the tree with a mighty hip attack, her powerful plump rump causing it to shake on impact! And then, two peaches would drop from the branches. After catching them with ease, Melony would make her way back to Edith and offer one to her. "Care to try?"~ Melony chriped, before biting into the other one, enjoying the sweet, tasty fruit.

Melony

[SweetHeart]

Edith blinked as Jasmine and Honie bolted through the grand palace doors, their laughter echoing off the marble walls. For a long moment, she simply stood there on the sun-dappled path, watching the pair disappear down the corridor like a pair of overgrown, musclebound kids. The Hidden Gem let out a quiet, helpless sigh through her nose, one gloved hand rising to brush a stray lock of pink hair from her face. “They are… quite the spirited pair,” she murmured to herself, a small, bemused smile tugging at her lips despite the exhaustion that lingered from being in their company.

Then she turned her attention to the woman who remained — and found herself briefly at a loss for words. Queen Melony Peaches was radiant. The sunlight seemed to dance over her peach-and-watermelon-colored attire, each curve and contour of her body framed with a motherly confidence and warmth. Edith straightened instinctively, clasping her hands behind her waist in polite greeting.

“Lady Melony, it is a pleasure,” Edith said with a respectful nod, her tone formal yet soft. “I am Edith Una — though I suspect your.... fellow queens have already spoke a great deal on my behalf.”

Before she could continue, Melony’s attention turned to the nearby fruit tree. Edith’s eyes widened as the Empress suddenly swung her hips back with commanding grace, slamming her plush rear into the trunk with a powerful THUD! The tree shuddered from the sheer force, sending two ripe peaches tumbling down into Melony’s waiting hands.

“Oh—!” Edith gasped, her hand flying to her lips. A blush bloomed across her cheeks as she realized she had been staring — not just at the display of strength, but at the way Melony’s magnificent hips had ripplingly rebounded from the strike. “G-goodness…” she whispered, clearing her throat and quickly straightening her posture again.

When Melony offered one of the peaches to her, Edith accepted it delicately with both hands. “Thank you.” Rather than biting directly into it as Melony did, she carefully began to peel the soft skin away with her nails, removing the curl of skin, Edith brought a small piece to her lips and took a measured bite. The sweetness burst over her tongue, rich and fragrant, and her eyes softened. “Mmm… it’s divine,” she murmured, looking up to meet Melony’s gaze with quiet admiration. “Your garden bears fruit as lovely as its keeper, it seems.” Realizing how that sounded, Edith’s blush deepened once again. “Ah— that is to say— you maintain it beautifully.”