This fanfiction will not have the brightest of themes. It will not be the best story you have or ever will read. It is simply a story I wish to write. If you become uncomfortable at any moment. Feel free to leave (but please stay, I worked hard on it) . And keep in mind:
For the sake of the stories, Bees live much longer than the realistic, 3-6 weeks. How much longer? Idk. But a lot longer than that.
Throughout the stories there may be similar events to the movie or things will have been changed for viewer pleasure or to make the story work.
There will be multiple times Barry is portrayed as a small insignificant bug. However, through the power of story logic, there will be moments where this changes and he is somehow able to lift or do something he usually couldn't. (Example: Using a Nail file as a surfboard, holding a paper clip, and being able to move a portion of jeans)
Now onto the first story.
Story 1
Barry's Quest of Love and Pleasure
Chapter 1: How it began.
We begin just outside the apartment window of a sleeping Vanessa. Both the cold and silence of the night is quite the chilling feeling for our young bee. Although he's been here multiple times, and done this current shenanigan only a few times, he had a small feeling of fear. As he flew under the window that was lightly enough cracked for him to fly though, he began his stealthy adventure... To Vanessa's bedroom. As he flew over the coffee table where a picnic basket laid and where his life was threatened by a pair of winter boots only 5 months ago. He reminisced on the fateful day in which he began his... personal satisfaction. Around a month ago Barry and Vanessa were having a picnic. She wore a wonderful yellow dress with a flower pattern covering it from top to bottom. This sight very much excited Barry just by looking at her and how this dress exaggerated Vanessa's already well defined features. However, this day was not just "The day they had a picnic". It was also the day, Barry. Confessed his feelings for Vanessa. Stating,
"Vanessa, there's something I need to tell you."
Van replied with,
"What is it Barry?"
For a moment Barry stuttered. He'd never done something like this. He'd only had hook ups with other bugs. This would be an entire relationship. And with a human no less. And that's assuming she said yes. What if she said no? Would she hate him? Be disgusted by him? Or would she plain out squash him right then and there like the tiny speck he was to her.
"Barry, are you ok?"
Barry came back to his senses.
"Oh, yeah."
Barry forced a slight cough to try and think of something now that he had her attention.
"Well...The thing is Van...I- I- "
Barry was stumbling on his words.
Until he blurted out:
"I LOVE YOU VANESSA BLOOM!"
A moment went by.
Then an awkward chuckle.
"Hehe, is this another one of your uhh- Bee jokes?"
The words shot out of her mouth like smoke from a smoking gun.
Barry was shattered by the thought that his feelings for her were nothing but a bad joke to her. Although he was also glad his outburst of passion slid past as nothing but a joke she didn't understand. He kind of wished she'd just crush him under her shoe, rather than crushing his heart with her words.
"Oh… yeah."
These were the only words he could muster.
Time went by throughout their meet-up. Vanessa seemingly forgot about Barry's confession. Eventually the time came for them to part ways. However, unlike the other meet-ups. Barry didn't go home. He snuck into Vanessa's place and waited in her room. Which wasn't hard because of his size and he knew where she lived. He waited atop of a dresser hiding behind a lamp waiting for Vanessa to get home. A while passed and eventually she arrived. She walked into her room and didn't notice the tiny peeping bee, she began to strip so she could change out of her dress. As she did, Barry started. Although he felt true emotional love for who she was. He'd always loved Vanessa's voluminous exterior. However, her daily chores weren't done. So she hadn't gone completely naked for the eyes of Barry. She did change into her iconic pink shirt adorned by her black cardigan. Barry knew what he was doing was down right creepy and dangerous. But he just couldn't stop himself. He followed her around admiring her body sway with every step. He began getting adventurous and flew closer to her jeans. He managed to latch on to the back of her pants with much difficulty seeing as he was only a bee and she was a giant walking with incredible speed even compared to his ability to fly. Once he had latched on he tucked himself nice and cozy within her tight pants until. He was able to wiggle himself under her crotch area. The pants were tight but they were looser here which gave Barry more than enough room to stand up and... Pleasure himself, to the sight of her panties. Unfortunately after a long while of Barry pleasuring himself to her, Barry was too distracted by the sight of her undergarments to realize. She was pulling down her pants. Barry felt the fabric ground beneath him to give way as he began to fall down alongside her pants as she pulled them down. Barry tried to escape but fell victim to the pants, as part of them landed on him and prevented him from flying. Although the pants were heavy he, after intense struggle (and an adrenaline rush to not die in the pants of the woman he loved), was able to wiggle out of them. The sight he had after exiting his near death experience with pants, he found that Vanessa was currently on the toilet. Her eyes were closed in relief as if she was holding in her bodily functions all day. He took this chance to fly away. And from that day on. He found new and different ways to satisfy his needs.
Chapter 2: Another Encounter
Although most of his quests of pleasure were just him admiring her clothed body. He was able to get up close and personal to her nude body without her noticing a few times. One of these times was actually the result of another session of his satisfactions. He had just snuck into her apartment room under a slightly cracked window as she was asleep. He flew past a certain table that held a picnic basket on it, reminisced on the first day of his adventures, and made his way to her room. She had laid out her clothes for the next day and all Barry had planned to do was observe his incompatible crush as she slept naked and, for some reason, without any blankets covering her exposed feminine features. He began his session of relieving his sexual and romantic build ups. He eventually found himself sitting inside her bra whilst thinking about her breast. I think you understand where this is going. He was incredibly tired from this session and the comfort of her bra was enticing. The cushioned structure of the very place she rested one out of two of the many things that attracted him to her. This thought was enough for him to close his eyes daydreaming. But eventually, the comfort turned his day dreaming, Into real dreaming. Slumber had taken our insect incel. And eventually, the owner of Barry's temporary bed. Had woken up.
She began her usual routine. She stretched, she showered, and then clothed herself. The tiny speck that only snuck past her detection as it was only a tiny bit taller than her finger nail. The new found and almost crushing presence was enough to wake Barry. He consulted yelling for her to help him. But then he realized, how would he explain this? But he couldn't just stay here. He had work to-...but he didn't. Today was Saturday. Today was the day he told everyone, including Vanessa, that he would be away to have some "him time".
He could die, crushed on the skin of one of the only humans who detested the idea of harming bees. His head was rushing, panicking to come up with the right idea. What if he told her? She'd never hurt a fly. No, that'd never work. His mind came to him with the memory of one of their meet-ups, a fly had landed on her breasts. Not understanding what it had done wrong. Only looking for a place to rest. And then SPLAT. Vanessa's hand came out of nowhere and ended the life of the fly. Only brushing away its corpse in disgust. Out of fear Barry starred at her,
They locked eyes.
All she did was smile and chuckle.
Barry followed along in her amusement remembering her 2 exceptions to never kill a bug.
1, If the bug in question helped itself to her body as a result of their size in any way.
2, if they were a mosquito.
He could recall the time he introduced Moose Blood, the mosquito who had met and quickly taught Barry how to survive an incoming wind-shield-wiper, to Van. In a moment of pure fear of mosquitos, Barry had been unable to teach Moose Blood the second rule. And how to survive an incoming human hand.
Anyways… There was no chance Barry could explain this to van without his life being threatened. So while all these thoughts ran through his head. He realized. He didn't need to say anything. He was currently pressed against Vanessa's tits without her know-how. And after figuring this information out. He climbed all over her breasts, seemingly without her knowing, as he made his way to her nipple. He positioned his quite large penis, by bee standards, and started moving it back. And forth. Back. And Forth. He continued this process. Speeding up over time. The only reason Vanessa has gone unknown to this act of makeshift sex being their incredible size difference. Hours pass. Barry has smelled, touched, licked, held onto, as much of her body as he could. Knowing this might be his only chance to memorize every inch of her right breast as he could. More time had passed and eventually. Vanessa took off her bra. Barry managed to latch on at the last moment and hid from her detection. He had debated just living on her breast but when he tasted her sweat he realized that amount of salt would probably kill him over time. When she tossed her last piece of clothing she jumped into bed and stayed there for a while trying to position herself into comfort. Few minutes passed and she has decided to sleep downward, her backside exposed and on display as her slumbering head tilts left from the pillow so she doesn't suffocate in her sleep. Barry contemplated exploring her rear end, then he realized that he should be getting home as tomorrow, he and Vanessa would have another one of their meetups.
Chapter 3: Karma's Debt
When Barry woke up in his own bed he was disappointed. He did his daily routine of washing his mouth, hair, body, and armpits with Honey. Sharpened his stinger. And, lastly, he admired the place where once there was a very exposing image of one of his Hive's younger elected queens once was, (who shortly after not getting elected again decided to begin a modeling career. This career went south as she decided to start stripping for humans, one month after humans found out Bees could talk and slightly adapted them into their society. A client accidently drowned her in his own semen and didn't realize what he did until he realized too late.) with a image he took of Vanessa in her tight yellow dress with white lines circling from top to bottom while she was in a what could be deemed "sexually appealing pose" without her know how. Once he finished that he left his room, said bye to his parents, and went off to work with Vanessa in her flower shop. The two worked long and hard. Eventually, their work day ended. Vanessa and Barry decided they would have another picnic. However, this picnic would be an important moment for their friendship. You see, throughout the day Vanessa wasn't as... Enthusiastic as she was usually. Almost as something had been bugging her (pun intended). So when they were on their Picnic, only twenty minutes in. She says,
"I know what you did Barry."
Barry stopped eating a crumb from the rum cake Vanessa had brought.
"What do you mean?"
He replied with confusion.
It took him a second.
Then he realized what she meant.
There was an awkward silence.
Vanessa was the first to break it.
"About a month ago, you said you love me. Barry, did you mean that?"
Barry was confused thinking he might of gotten away with his shenanigans and might be able to have his feelings recognized, then replied with
"Yes."
"Then why have you been jerking off to me? IN! MY! OWN! FUCKING! HOME!"
If there was one thing Vanessa hated.
I was the idea of someone having sexual thoughts about her at all.
Now imagine how she felt when someone she thought she could trust,
has probably been touching her in her sleep? In her own home. And relieving himself in her own clothes. As well as making a tiny little bee cum stain in her bra.
Barry Tried to save himself.
"Look, when you laughed at me all those months ago, it- it- it just broke my heart. I didn't know what else to do."
Barry could see the only woman he could ever love getting even more mad at him.
"SO YOU CLIMB INTO MY BRA AND FUCK MY NIPPLE?!"
Barry knew he was screwed.
His only hope was that she made his death quick.
But then her heavy breathing slowed down.
"Look Barry, I am absolutely FUCKING fuming right now. So don't take my kindness as forgiving you. Because I don't think I ever could."
And then the words that shattered his tiny heart.
"Don't ever come around me again. Or I won't be as kind as I am now."
Barry understood.
And left without saying a word.
Chapter 4: Depression
Two months have gone by. Barry's parents got into a wasp incident. He took both their lives and fucked their dead corpses. Barry couldn't help but feel the irony of the situation. He tried sleeping around to bury his problems in sex. Even got a spider, a fly, and a grasshopper to join a foursome... The spider ate all of them and Barry only managed to escape when the owners of the home they were gonna do it in accidently stepped on the spider. Saving Barry's pathetic life without ever knowing. Barry had begun his spiral down depression. People around him prospered. While all he could do was sulk. He was kicked out of the Jocks after they found out he was just a regular bee and wasn't actually bred to be a Pollen Jock. Eventually the Bee-Government evicted him out of his house because he was jobless and they needed more homes for a new batch of promising bees. Who then had a orgy in his old home while he was packing his stuff. They didn't even let him join in.
In search of a new home to live in, he went to the only place he could think of. Vanessa's house. Although he knew he couldn't ask her for help, throughout his old adventures he discovered a few places that she didn't look at all the time. And a hole in the roof only one foot away from her ceiling fan, it was caused by moisture that often caused the roof to leak above that forsaken coffee table. It was about the size of a bee, only a bit bigger than one if anything. Once he began flying to her home, avoiding all the hands that attempted to swat at him as he dodged them with expertise as he was used to the attempts on his life on a daily basis. He flew past the Flower shop that once said "Vanessa & Barry" and now only had Vanessa's name. He then flew past that familiar window and stealthily flew through. And then hid himself in her roof as he knew she was currently at Tennis practice. Barry began looking around his new home and wondered how he would make this work. Maybe he'd eat the crumbs she didn't pick up. Oh, he could also watch TV from a distance, Oh he could also…
But then he then heard the door open, Vanessa was home early.
Chapter 5: Curiosity of a Honey Bee
Barry couldn't help himself now. He just had to see her. The thought of her in that nearly skin tight tennis outfit, it was an intoxicating thought. He just had to hide well enough. So Barry flew out of his hole and flew close to the ceiling. He then perched himself on the currently turned off ceiling fan. He peeked over and saw Vanessa coming out of the kitchen and to the living room to watch tv. She had recently got herself some guacamole and chips from the kitchen. A dish that Barry knew never went well for him. But he was too busy staring at that voluptuous figure. His penis grew and his abdomen began twitching at the very sight of her. He admired her in her tight, slightly drenched with sweat, tennis outfit. However her clothes weren't the only wet thing. What Barry failed to notice, while being entranced by her body. Was a leak in the ceiling. A leak that was big enough to create a drip. A drip that was big enough to fall on Barry. And a fall big enough to send him falling straight into Vanessa's guacamole.
Chapter 6: How did it cum to this?
As Barry fell into her guacamole, she grabbed a chip.
Barry was being suffocated by the guac and struggled to be free.
But then.
She looked into her bowl. And yelled,
"BARRY!?".
As she looked down and saw, a small yet noticeable black and yellow abdomen sticking out from her guacamole. Angrily, she picked Barry up by his exposed abdomen, this also exposed the erection Barry still had. She had learned to harness this skill throughout the long time they had known each other. Seems she hadn't forgotten it. After she took him out of her guacamole and set him on the table, she had paused the inevitable argument to hear what genius excuse Barry would come up with.
She waited with her arms crossed for Barry to explain himself, but she grew tired and decided to ask.
"So? Wanna explain what you're doing here again Barry? What?! Were you jerking off to me?!"
She grew more and more angry with her former friend the more she thought of reasons why he'd be here even noticing his very much erected penis despite his bee size. It was easy to guess all her ideas of why he did show his perverted presence here prior to their previous encounter
It took Barry a while to muster up the words to say to her.
Once he did all he could say was.
"I'm sorry Van. Life's just meaningless without you. my life's been going down the gutter without you. Please. Please forgive me. I understand if you won't, I did some pretty bad stuff but I promise it won't happen again!"
Barry was on his knees, only making him seem smaller.
Vanessa could only stare at Barry. She thought about letting him stay with her. It wouldn't be much trouble. She'd finally have someone to talk to all the time. Not many people wanted to be seen with the girl who sued humans with a bee. There were already news articles that said her and Barry were a thing. But then she remembered why she was angry with him. How could she trust someone as small as him to not hide around and watch her change, or worse. Considering what he had done in the past, how could she not expect him to do it again. She took a while but eventually she came to a verdict on her opinion.
"You're lower than dirt Barry."
The words hurt him. But he understood. He wanted to fly away but he couldn't because his wings were soaked from ceiling water, and guacamole. He was debating how he could ask her to let him out. That was until, when he noticed Vanessa reach for her tennis shoe and take it off.
"You're not even worth crushing with my hand."
Those were the only words he heard, before he ran.
He took off running as fast as his legs could.
He was about to be squashed. What else could he do? He was nothing to her. If she even sneezed her snot was enough to kill him.
He ran as fast as he could. He could hear her hit the table with her shoe as she missed. Irritated, she couldn't hit the annoying insect invading her home once more. It seemed he might be able to escape this. Maybe even reason with her or get her to come to her senses.
"Come on Van! I'm Sor- AH"
He paused to dodge out of the way of an incoming shoe. Vanessa was kneeling at the table at this point, the shoe now laying on the floor, trying to get a good look to where he was.
He managed to hide behind the bowl of chips for a good five minutes or so and thought it was smart to try and talk her out of it.
"Come on Van! I- I- didn't mean it. I was just sad that you didn't love me. I swear you'll never see me again- AHH"
Two fingers had grabbed him by the abdomen once more. Her precision and talent to not squash him between her fingers was beyond incredible. She held the small bug without crushing him, which could have been done at any moment. Moving him closer to her face.
Barry's mind was racing.
Was she going to eat him? Barry knew humans have eaten bugs before, but was she that mad to just eat him? Maybe she wanted to watch as she crushed him in her fingers with her own eyes. But as he was taken closer and closer to her mouth. He was certain he would die being crushed by her teeth.
But then, rather than a horrid crunch. a light, yet gigantic, and semi-quick suckage on Barry's face was all he felt. Then placed once more on the table. Had she kissed him? She did!
Oh this was great, Barry thought. This means she felt the same way.
All Barry could think about was how happy he was. How good of a life they'd have. This was just the best day ever.
That was until.
He heard her say,
"I just wanted our goodbye to be on good terms."
Then a horrid SPLAT could be heard.
Vanessa felt no remorse for the bug she'd just crushed. It was nothing more than a perverted piece of dirt that invaded its way into her home. She got up to get a paper towel from the kitchen. She picked Barry's dead corpse and cleaned all his splattered bits from the table and her shoe, which she sneakily grabbed while Barry dreamed of a possible future romance. The only thought in her mind being:
"I wonder what I'll have for breakfast tomorrow. Maybe some toast glazed in honey. Yeah, that sounds good."
The End.
(Hope you Enjoyed)
