Kraken Lore Monday Mash-Up #18

The King of the Bees (Story #83 in my💯Story Challenge)

So, when I saw this bee landing on my shoulder I paid it no attention…until the damn thing spoke.

I never knew that I was the King of the Bees.

In fact, I was actually afraid of bees up until this moment in time. After all, my mother told me time and again, “Stay away from bees, Buzz.”

Yeah, that’s my name.

It’s Buzz.

Short for Busby.

Named after a goddamn hat.

The story I was told was that my Great Grandmother fell in love with a man wearing a busby hat and he left her carrying his baby, who grew up to be my grandmother.

All that my grandmother ever told me about my Great Grandfather was that he got killed in the war. Well, I’m actually guessing at the war part. The truth was, all that she ever said was that one single word, killed.

“He got killed,” she told me the two or three times I asked her.

I never got around to asking a fourth time because I got old enough to realize that sometimes some folks just don’t want to talk about certain topics.

Topics like death, for instance.

“A bee will kill you,” my mother always warned me, but you know mothers, don’t you?

Mothers are always fussing about what their children are up to, especially their sons.

“She’ll take something from you,” Mom would go on. “She’ll tear it right off you and that’ll be it.”

So, when I saw this bee landing on my shoulder I paid it no attention.

Until the damn thing spoke.

Did you ever see that old movie, The Incredible Shrinking Man?

Do you remember at the end of that movie, when Vincent Price is staring at the fly who is caught in a spider web and the little fly is squeaking in a voice that sounded like Wally Cox on a heavy dose of helium, saying “Help me, help me.”

Well, that’s pretty well what this bee on my shoulder sounded like to me.

“Your majesty,” the bee squeaked at me. “The Queen has summoned you for courtship.”

I know what you’re thinking.

Here I am with this bee talking on my shoulder, and you’re probably wondering why I’m freaking out. I mean, you’ve got to be thinking to yourself something along the lines of — well, what the hell has he been smoking or how many shots of cheap vodka has this asshole guzzled?

Only I wasn’t freaked out at all.

It just kind of felt almost natural to me. Sort of instinctive, if you know what I mean. I just kind of felt like this was something that was always going to happen to me, that it was just waiting for the right moment in my life to occur.

“Lead me,” I told the little bee.

So, the next thing I know I’ve got this whole hive-full of bees landing on me, like they were swarming. They covered every inch of me and I could feel my skin pores vibrating and then they started to lift me up and fly me to this huge palace, made entirely out of honeycomb.

And then they lowered me down into this deep cavern down an entrance that kind of looked like a gigantic baseball stadium.

And that’s when I saw her.

The Queen Bee — the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. I could feel her calling to me, without her saying a single word. It was like pheromones, penetrating every single pore of my body.

I felt myself getting stiff and feeling the urge for something that I hadn’t felt the urge for. Not without the aid of cheap, trashy skin flick.

She opened her eyes and I felt her urging me closer and then, like a gigantic IMAX 3D wet dream the two of us came together. I mean, I don’t even remember getting naked. I just felt myself inside of her, the two of us crashing together like waves upon a beach.

And it was sweet.

Sweet like honey.

And then all at once I felt something tearing down there, where I had felt such deep sexual pleasure before.

I felt my member pulling off of me like a mouse caught in one of those sticky traps. I knew what was happening. This is what happens to King Bees. They get that one taste of honey and then it gets pulled away.

That’s okay, I told myself.

I’d had something sweet and there wasn’t ever going to be a sexual experience like this again, not in my entire lifetime. So I didn’t really need that piece of anatomy anymore, not anymore that I needed all that blood that was spilling out of that amputated bit of anatomy.

And then I was dead, and death was sweet.

Okay, so I wrote this as part of a Monday Mash-Up competition by the good folks at The Kraken Lore, namely Bradan Writes Stories and Jonathon Sawyer.

Now, I didn’t quite play the game the right way, in that I didn’t try to weave in any of the numerous constraints. In fact, I am not trying to win any sort of points at all. I just read that Prompt #2 and this story just flashed out before my eyes and I had to sit down and right it.

Or would that be “write it”???

Stupid typos!

So, what’s Prompt #2?

The Main Character has been told their entire life they were deathly allergic to bees. Everyone has tried their best to protect the MC from coming into contact with a bee. One day, a bee lands on your shoulder and says “Your majesty. I’m sorry for the delay. What are your orders?”

I am going to throw down a challenge to seven magnificent followers of my work.

So, I challenge Author Emily, who loves to write about nature to write something about bees, using that prompt. It doesn’t have to be scary, although fantasy is a big favorite here at The Kraken Lore.

And, in addition I’m hereby challenging Andrew Van Dyk, Janice Tovey, Georges-Henri Daigle, A. Valverde-Galván, Honey Hogan, and T. Mark Mangum.

Keep on reading and keep on writing, folks!

I’ve got the first brave author to pick up my challenge.

Make sure to check it out.