Beetrothed I
"Are you ready to go, Barry?"
Barry's little bee head snapped up. He glanced at the mirror once more, gave his hair a once-over with his hand, then called out to her, "Yeah, sure, Van!"
He pushed open the bathroom door, eyes widening at the sight he was met with. He could do nothing but stammer. "I…you…" Vanessa was wearing a beautiful honey-coloured dress with a set of dress-up wings and antenna. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen…" he breathed.
She smiled, looking close at him to see he was wearing a full dress suit, complete with bow tie. "And you're the sexiest bee I have. Shall we get going?"
They hopped in the car, and Van drove them right down to Olive Garden. On the way, Barry could take it no more. He decided to…bring it up.
"Do you want to commit the sin of lust?" he asked, clasping his hands over his mouth. Vanessa seemed unfazed and he realised quickly she hadn't heard him. Good thing, that, he thought. It might make his plans for that night…a little awkward.
Inside Olive Garden, Vanessa ordered the breadsticks and the pasta. As soon as the waiter had noted her choice, she took the dolls' house chair and table out of her handbag and set it up for Barry. "There you are, honeycakes," she said hotly.
When the food came, Vanessa made sure to give Barry a hearty inch of her spaghetti and some sauce. Barry couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to give her a hearty inch of his spaghetti, plus sauce.
He shook the thoughts from his head. "No," he whispered fiercely, chewing at the pasta.
As they were just finishing up, Barry decided it was time.
"Hey, Van? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Barry!"
He flashed her a nervous smile and began. "Well, Van…we've known each other a few weeks now, and boy, it's been the best few weeks of my life! I can't imagine a beetter girlfriend than you, honest, you're just…beeautiful, and so amazing, and…" He took in a deep breath and got down on one knee. "Vanessa Bloome, will you make me the happiest bee alive?" he said sensually while he pulled the diamond-encrusted ring out of his suit pocket.
She gasped in delight. "Oh, Barry! Of course I'll marry you!" She laid out the palm of her hand, and Barry flew up and slid the ring onto her finger. He then sat on her palm as she lifted him to her lips.
They frenched in violent and passionate throes, Barry grasping Vanessa's top lip while they licked at each other's tongues. It was a good ten minutes before they were done. So excited with their beetrothment, they left without paying and ran right into the nightclub across the road.
It was a hardcore night. First they ran to the bathroom to perform actions that were beeneficial to their mutual sexual frustration. Then they partied. As they partied and danced and grinded against each other, they consumed many alcoholic beeverages. Barry had six whole thimbles of vodka. The rest was a blur, then blankness.
He woke up in a pristine white room.
"W-where…am I?" he croaked, glancing in horror at the tubes going into him.
"Oh, Barry!" Vanessa cried. "You could have died! Don't ever scare me like that again, I love you so much!"
"What ever happened?"
"Barry, you got really drunk! Alcohol poisoning!"
"I'll be fine…" he coughed. "Hey, let's talk about the wedding, where will it bee?"
"Outside in the park, in mid-June?"
"Sounds beerilliant."
This was when the doctor ran in. "Miss Bloome, we just got Barry's test results back. He'll never bee able to fly…ever again!"