From your vantage point all you can see is the open roof windows of the greenhouse beyond your dildo hand stuck down your throat, and coming through the windows you see them.
Bees, all making a beeline towards your flowers.
Instinctively you use your free arm to try and swat them away, a futile effort given there’s no way you could reach them, and instead all you achieve is forcing yourself to bounce about on your stem, locking your arm in it’s default position yet again.
One by one you feel the insects landing on your sensitive petals and scurrying over them, like gentle kisses over a clit. The pleasure is enough to make you squirm, your tail flicking wildly and rocking you even more so, and you can feel another orgasm building. Fresh juices start to leak from your face and drip over your quivering tits then suddenly the feelings stop and you can see the bees flying back out of the greenhouse.
You silently give thanks to as many deities as you can list off and slowly you stop swaying enough to regain control of your arm which you just now notice has a guest perched atop it.
Bringing your unoccupied arm to your view you can see, sitting quite peacefully on the tip of what was once a hand, is a rather fat looking robin- no doubt the reason for the bees sudden departure.
“Thanks, buddy,” you try to say realising the problem with that only afterwards as the clenching of your vocal cords makes your pussy-mouth squeeze around your dildo so tightly you bring yourself to the orgasm the bees were working towards and a fresh wave of juices gush down your chin, and startling the robin which hops quickly into your feathery hair, bracing itself against your thrashes.
Once you’ve regained your composure your ears start to flick towards the door, picking up a noise emanating from below you, a deep growling.
‘Oh fuck, what now?!’ You think to yourself, still unable to look down you can only assume Val’s cat, Smokey, is now on the scene and sure enough you feel soft fur rub softly against your tail fins.
‘Please just be in here to sleep’ you pray but of course you wouldn’t be that lucky. Your tail suddenly receives a rapid succession of swipes, thinking quickly you raise it slightly behind yourself, keeping it well out of reach. Smokey however isn’t perturbed and instead he begins scaling your trunk, clawing into you.
Despairingly you quickly realise that instead of the pain you’d expect the cats clawing feels more like a primal pleasure than anything else, like the fingernails of a lover scraping down your back, and your two cunts respond accordingly, leaking profusely once more.
Praying that this can’t be happening you attempt to strike your tail against Smokey but with you lack of visibility and the arousing distraction you instead forcibly flop about, which sends the robin out of your hair. It flaps about above you for a moment before also receding past your eye sight but almost immediately you feel him perch on your thick upper right nipple.
‘Oh God! Not there!’ You scream in your mind but already you feel your pussies clench in orgasm from the extra stimulation and any hope you had of shooing the bird away disappears with the use of your arms as your lustful thrashes starts to flex your stem and causes you to bounce locking your free arm back into its L-shape.
With your eyes rolling and cunts throbbing you fail to notice Smokey jumping onto your shoulders where he immediately notice the robin and leaps for it, landing directly on you wobbling breasts and causing your nipples to squirt violent, soaking the ground before you in milk.
Smokey now seems far more interested in your milky tits (mostly thanks the robin flying out an open window) and begins pawing at them roughly, which only extends your orgasm. Again and again the cats sinks it’s paws into your pillowy sensitive flesh, which in turn sends more sweet milk practically launching from your tender nipples. Every squirt makes you moan. Every moans clenches you pussy-mouth tighter around the dildo. Every clench makes you cum. Every time you cum your tits squirt. You’re being constantly bombarded with pleasure and you can’t keep up, you lose track of everything and your mind goes blank, all you know is you don’t want any of it to stop. But eventually it gets to much and the last thing you remember before losing conciseness is your muffled moans of pleasure as your juices and milk pour over your bountiful body...