Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Warning: I dunno... Age gap, I suppose? Also, see the tags. Oh, the tags.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

~1~

Jürgen Biomüll had learnt to tolerate a lot of things, ever since he had moved to the suburbs. A marten had developed a taste for his car, spiders the size of dinnerplates set up shop in his bathroom on a regular basis, swarms of mosquitoes had invaded his bedroom and feasted on his person to their hearts' content, the barn swallows had caked what was left of his car with their charming off-white diarrhea, and once autumn came about and took care of the mosquitos and swallows, angry squirrels picked up the torch and bombarded him with acorns whenever he so much as poked his nose outside.

Maybe it had something to do with the relentless efforts of his law firm to help a client push through a construction project that was supposed to convert the dreadful piece of woodland nearby into a nice brutalist industrial zone, with generous parking spaces. Whatever - Nature's petty attempts to intimidate him had only strengthened his resolve. The whole reason Jürgen had gotten that house for dirt cheap was that those suburbanites thought the prospect of the chimneys of industries replacing ancestral woodland made the property less desirable. To Jürgen, that had been the main selling point.

Even after Anna had left...

Anyway, Jürgen had grown a thicker skin. You couldn't sue swallows and squirrels (he had checked). His personal philosophy, honed all through his now over 20 years in the legal field, was quite simple: the only battles worth fighting were those in court. Anything else was beneath him.

But Mr. Biomüll had to discover that Nature had one more trick up her filthy sleeves. The worst surprise autumn had to offer, and the last straw as far as he was concerned.

Those damn hornets.

It had started off harmless enough. In late August, Jürgen had noticed the big, fat, Halloween-colored insects buzzing around a dark spot under the eaves gutters. Only one or two of them. At that point, he had still been too cranky about the mosquitos and the bird poop to take note of them. Plus, he was always working late, so by the time he got home, by 8pm at the earliest, the hornets were little more than buzzing blobs in the twilight of the summer sun. Most things in nature kinda blended together for him, until they went out of their way to piss him off.

By mid-September, the colony had grown large enough that it became impossible ignore. They were swarming in and out of that hole in the wall, dozens of them at any given time, enough that the stupid things were colliding with one another. Still, the squirrels and the marten had been the bigger concerns, literally.

In early October, the colony showed no signs of shrinking. If anything, there seemed to be more of them every day. One Friday afternoon, working from home, Jürgen looked out of his window and observed a handful of the fat wasps swarming a squirrel in his driveway. There was a gut-wrenching squeak, the squirrel dropped dead right then and there, and then he observed the team of hornets lifting it off the ground and slowly, methodically carrying it through the air, up to their nest, where they stuffed it into the wall. It took several attempts.

Emerging from his incredulous stupor with a high-pitched shriek of his own, Jürgen lurched for his phone and called an exterminator. The exterminator informed him that hornets were a protected species and not for exterminating. Outraged, he called the local environmental agency, which confirmed it.

"Why don't you wait another two weeks," the bureaucrat calmly told him on the phone, after Jürgen had threatened to take legal action. "By then, the young queen will surely have left the nest, and the colony will lose its purpose. Used to be late September, but, you know, climate change. Anyway, another two weeks, and I'll write you a permit. In the meantime, just don't do anything stupid. Heck, if you wait three weeks, the workers will have frozen to death all by themselves. If you leave them be, they're gonna be no trouble."

Except, there was the smell. Only a little unpleasant at first, but within a week, his whole damn house smelled like carrion. At least the squirrels were gone.

"Are you pregnant," the government lady yawned into the phone, "Or do you have any other condition, that would make the smell, I dunno, cruel and unusual? No? Oh, sure, you can sue, Mr. Biomüll, but you know better than anyone that by the time a judge is gonna have a look at this, it'll be February. If you're lucky. Patience, good sir."

Thusly, he waited another week. Spent more time at the office again, sometimes until late at night. When it was mid-October, and the hornets were still going strong, he called the environmental agency, and learned that the nice lady was on vacation, and wouldn't be back for another month.

That's when Jürgen Biomüll decided that some things had to be settled out of court, after all.

~2~

To his dismay, the exterminator stubbornly refused to intervene without a "warrant", as he put it, even with all the wink wink, nudge nudge that Jürgen's black lawyer heart had to offer.

So he really had to do it all by himself. Unbelievable.

He did his research, and bought whatever he could grab at the local hardware store.

One sunny Saturday morning, Jürgen placed a ladder against the facade of his little suburban home, and climbed up with a nasty looking squirt gun. His usual sleek, slender form - he had become a vegetarian, later in life - had disappeared under a bee keeper's outfit and several layers of clothes. Truth be told, he could barely even see a thing. He half expected to fall off the ladder, and break his neck.

He took a deep breath. It truly was a gorgeous day. The sun was shining, and the autumn colors were in full bloom. Now that there were no more squirrels, it was peaceful and quiet. Most suburbanites were probably still asleep, or eating breakfast. Jürgen felt as if he was all alone in the world.

He might as well have been. Frustration and stubbornness had propelled him this far, but something about this particular moment of solitude stirred up something else inside of him. Gave him pause. The whole absurdity of the situation came crashing down of him all at once, then. He wasted his Saturday, maybe risking his life, to remove pests from a house he had bought for two...

If a middle-aged lawyer falls off a ladder, and nobody is around to hear it, does it even make a sound?

Anna would have told him that he was being stupid. You have no idea what you're doing, Jürgen, she would have said. And as usual, she would have been correct.

That gave Jürgen a fresh boost of energy.

Well, Anna-dearest, he thought to himself with grim satisfaction, You are NOT here to talk me out of it, are you now. I'm my own man now. I can do whatever the FUCK I want, pardon my French. A man doing what he thinks is right. No nagging ex-wives allowed.

Speaking of pestering, flesh-eating, cold-blooded females, Jürgen thought. There were not all that many hornets swarming around the opening, at this time of the day. They were still sluggish from the cold October night. Basically helpless. Perfect.

Swaying precariously on his ladder, Jürgen rammed his tool into the nest opening, and squeezed. Instantaneously, the hole filled up with a thick, white liquid, overflowing a second later. Jürgen retracted the gun, and watched in awe as the substance hardened in the crisp autumn air.

"Done," he gasped. "It's fucking DONE. Holy shit."

With undeniable sadistic glee, he observed the couple of hornets who had already left the nest crawling stupidly around the plug. Literally left out in the cold. Hehe. Still, they were probably the lucky ones - swiftly freezing to death had to be better than being entombed alive. Oh well.

Jürgen climbed off the ladder, and felt GREAT.

Maybe, he thought to himself as he took off that stupid mask, I am cut out for this whole homeowner-business, after all.

~3~

With a spring in his step, he got back inside, and stripped out of his improvised armor, peeling himself like an onion, and took a moment to admire himself in the bathroom mirror.

Even with the cold, he had gotten all flushed and sweaty, under there. That was good, though. Made him look younger. He stretched. His body was slim, and fit; his workout routines had more than compensated for his otherwise sessile, office-bound lifestyle. In his own humble opinion, those streaks of silver in his black hair made him look sophisticated today, not old.

Recently divorced home owner with stable income, he thought, and grinned at his reflection. Anna this, Anna that - there were plenty of other women out there, waiting for him. Younger women.

As he got in the shower, he thought: Maybe that had been his mistake all along - he had met Anna shortly after university. Their relationship had been on again, off again, until they had finally gotten married, seven years ago. For all the good that had done. No, not a good fit, in retrospect. Clearly, there was a reason his father had been ten years older than his mother. If you marry a woman your own age, you might as well move in with a rival lawyer; he was wise and mature enough to see that now. Clearly, with younger women, it would be different, very different...

He turned off the water, and sniffed. Urgh, that SMELL. It wasn't gone, obviously. Indeed, in the short run, it would probably get worse, as the colony died off... It would only get better once it had all properly dried out and mummified, after a few days of no more pooping and storing of prey animals.

They ATE the damn squirrels, Jürgen thought. What the hell, actually. Are they even supposed to be able to do that? Not like I am a bug scientist, or whatever... Come to think of it, I haven't seen that marten recently either, have I?

It was weird that he could smell it upstairs, now.

Was his mind playing tricks on him? The smell was getting stronger and stronger with every second. That was too fast. That made no sense.

Then, the noise started. Subtle at first, but it grew louder and louder, exponentially.

Alarmed, Jürgen wrapped a towel around his waist, and darted downstairs.

There was no denying it. As he followed that rising noise downstairs, it led him right back to the living room. To one specific side of the living room, to be precise. A wall which, just twenty minutes ago, he had climbed on his ladder, from the other side.

There was buzzing and scratching, emerging from that wall.

It sounded angry.

Quick question - what had been the total size, of the colony? How many hornets, exactly, had he entombed in this wall? For that matter, how much of that wall was hollow space?

It all happened very fast, then.

With horror, Jürgen watched cracks forming in the wall. The first, and thickest cracks formed in the four corners.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

The whole wall shook. The whole damn wall.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Once. Twice.

Buzzzzzz...

And then it came CRASHING DOWN. The entire inward-facing surface of it.

Jürgen jumped aside with a yelp, just in time.

From the dust and the cracked wood emerged a naked, disfigured little creature, covered in red pustules, resembling a mangled sausage with legs. In the ten seconds it took the wheezing critter to crawl and hop out of sight, Jürgen was unable to process that he was looking at what remained of the missing marten.

The unfortunate marten was followed by an avalanche of filth and little bones - the remains of squirrels, wood mice, lizards, birds. But that, too, Jürgen was unable to really appreciate.

It was all drowned out by the sight of the hornets themselves.

Literally hundreds upon hundreds of them. Probably thousands. The surface of the wall had fallen away like a curtain and revealed a buzzing, crawling, hissing pandemonium. With the angry red, orange and black of all of those shiny exoskeletons humming and moving relentlessly in mysterious spirals, like a maelstrom of living lava, it was like gazing into hell itself.

Jürgen fell down on his ass and tried to crawl away backwards, gasping for air.

The swirling of the spiral accelerated, and from the swarm emerged a VOICE.

"YOU," the hornets sang, the terrible, booming chorus of a thousand mouths resonating not just in his ears, but in his entire body, "You Vvvvilthy Vvvvorm. You trrrap uzzz in ourrr home? You vvvink you can vvvvuck vvvvith uzzzzz? Vvvvve vvvvill zzzee about zzzzzhat. Vvvvve vvvill zzzee vvvvo izzzz bozzzzz..."

The swarm was upon him. He opened his mouth to scream, but he didn't get out more than a single, gurgling note before dozens of hornets forced themselves down his throat. It were so many of them that they compressed themselves into a compact, phallic shape.

But that wasn't even half of it. The swarm engulfed him completely. The hornets were crawling into his hair, under his towel, until it inevitably slipped off. They crawled into his ASS, egged on by his desperate squirming, relentlessly worming themselves through his sphincter with their fat, smooth bodies. They covered his balls, and his dick.

Little jaws were opening and closing all over him, not enough to pierce the skin... yet. Just nibbling. Just enough so that he could feel the little wetness, within each of those tiny mouths. Minuscule claws were scratching him, all over.

The sensation was near indescribable. The sheer, overwhelming VIBRATION, all over him and inside of him. An intensity beyond all pain or pleasure, a terror and awe far beyond the realms of sanity. EVERYTHING was buzzing, crawling, humming. What he had once been had turned into nothing but a thin layer of skin shaken from all sides, inside and out, by the invading swarm.

Hundreds upon hundreds of stingers. Ready, no, EAGER to plant themselves any second now.

The beating wings of the hornets created a howling whirlwind all around them.

"Poorrr human," the hornets sang, "Vvvvvat vvvill become ovvvv you? Vvvvvat izzzz levvvvt ovvvv you, novvvvvv? You vvvvink you can take ourrrrr home? The only vvvving vvvve havvvve levvvvt? Vvve zzzzall havvve YOURrrrzzz... Letzzzz get comvvvvorrrtable... Be a good hozzzzt, novvvvv."

The swarm forced his back flat onto the ground, spread his arms, and his legs.

"Vvvvvatzzzz rrrright... You belong to uzzzzzz, novvvvvv. Good boy... You knovvvv vvvat vvvill happen ivvvv you trrrrry anything, don't you...?"

Just to make sure, all hornets simultaneously let their stingers poke out. Just the tip. Not enough to pierce even the delicate mucus membranes, inside. Just enough to remind him that there were hundreds upon hundreds of those stingers.

Jürgen had thought that the vibrations were impossible to handle, but now, the swarm started to CONTRACT itself onto and into him, rhythmically. It squeezed him, expanded again, squeezed again. Pulled out of him, and thrusted into him again.

"Ourrrr Queen izzzzz gone... Vvvvve vvvill nevvvverrrr havvvve larrrrvvvvae again... Do you zzzzzink vvve havvvve any vvvvvucks levvvvt to givvvve...?"

They squeezed his balls, and slid over the shaft of his penis, which was painfully erect, so erect that it felt as if it was going to split along its length.

"Pavvvvvvetic human drrrrone... Vvvvvat is YOURrr purrrrpozzzze? Vvvvve nevvverrrr got to havvvvve drrrronezzzz forrr oursevvvlezzz... You vvvvvilll be OURrrr drone novvvv... Bzzzzzzz... Yezzzzz... Ourzzzzz... Ourrrrzzzz... Vvvvve vvvvill havvvve you... Vvvve vvvvill havvve you good..."

Jürgen was rolled around the living room, squeezed and penetrated and engulfed from every direction, from end to end.

The grip and friction on his penis were more than he could handle or even comprehend, but what actually made him cum, cum so hard it felt like his mind popped, was the relentless, buzzing massage of his prostate, as he was forced into a four-legged position, his rear end pushed up high.

"Novvv letzzz zzzee vvvvat yourrr cum tazzztezzz like, little human drrrone..."

They didn't have to wait long to find out.

It went on and on. The swarm was insatiable. Time lost all meaning.

Like a wave, the swarm pushed Jürgen up into the air, rotated him around. And not only him: He could feel the hornets migrating over his body to switch places with one another, so that those who had fucked his mouth could move into his backside, and vice versa. As they had said themselves, they clearly had no more fucks to give... Besides fucking him.

His dick seemed to be the most popular destination, though. There were actual traffic jams, and individual hornets fighting over their place in line. Anna had told him once that the girth and the length of his penis were his two main redeeming qualities.

The swarm carried him from room to room, fucked him on the floor, on the table, against the walls, even on the ceiling. At some point, when they passed through the kitchen, Jürgen was pretty sure one branch of the hornets poured themselves a glass of red wine. The really expensive one, too.

They made it back to the living room.

The swarm loosened its grip, and let their hapless prey drop to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Aczzzzzually," it hissed, "Vvvvhy arrre vvve doing all the vvvvorrk? It izzzz time vvvorrr you to zzzzzow yourrr vvvvorrrth, human drrrrone..."

A new pseudopod pulled Jürgen back up on his feet, and then a second one wrapped around his neck. A third one, around his ball sack.

Despite the number of times he had already come - and he was vaguely aware that it had to be several - a few vibrating squeezes around his balls were enough to have his dick spring back to full attention.

"My, vvvvvhat do vvvve havvve herrre... Vvvvatevvverr arrre you going to do vvvvit zzzzzat...?"

Jürgen stumbled forward, following the pull of the hornets around his neck. Like in a dream, he reached out, grabbed the bulk of the swarming insects with both hands.

"Bee zzzzentle... Ivvvv you knovvv vvvhatzzz good vvvvorrr you..."

The collective voice was still menacing, playful, but there was also a hint of genuine alertness.

Slowly, carefully, tuned to the reactions of the countless crawling, squirming bodies between his hands, he guided the hornets into a new configuration, effectively molding one side of the swarm into a round, compact shape.

When he had a big, buzzing ball of hornets in front of him, precariously resting on the fancy dinner table - which he hadn't used even once, always eating in the kitchen, straight out of the fridge - he leaned in with his dick.

The hornets, catching his drift, expanded and contracted in excitement. Before his eyes, he saw the workers wriggle around, aligning themselves... Until they had formed a tube, within the sphere. An orifice. Within the structure, hornets had aligned so that their bellies faced the inside of the tube, their heads pointed inwards, the tips of their abdomens - each and every one housing a painful stinger, that could pop out at any moment - pointing outwards.

The hornet sphincter contracted, invitingly. "Zhizzzz betterrr be good, human drrrrone... Orrr elzzze..."

The hornets around his neck gently poked his skin with their stingers. The team down by his ball sack flexed their nasty serrated jaws, just enough to demonstrate how easy it would be for all of those pincers to snap shut at once.

And his dick, so help him, stood proud and strong, more so than ever. Jürgen moaned, all the way from the depths of his throat.

The hornets took his penis in. He rubbed along the undersides of dozens upon dozens of little bellies. He was feeling the excited wriggling of even more tiny little legs. The singing of countless little voices. Voicezzzz.

"Hmmm... Zzzzhat'zzz it, human drrrrone... Zzzzzerrrve yourrr queenzzzzz..."

Emboldened, Jürgen rammed into the collective with all his might.

While he got busy on the round structure, the other half of the swarm, tethered to it by one thick, snake-like pseudopod, hovered in the air, observing him with sparkling multi-facetted eyes. Humming along with their sisters.

"Vvvazzzterrr, drrrrone... Vvvvazzzterrrr... Izzz zzzhat all you havvvve...? Pazzzhetic drrrone..."

Jürgen cried out, grunted like a beast, and thrust harder and harder, leaning into the swarm, which was vibrating more passionately than ever. Tight. How could it be so TIGHT?

"Come on... Zzzzzovvv uzzz, drrrrone... Or elzzze..."

A single neck-hornet poked her stinger into him, just enough to pierce the uppermost layer of his skin.

Jürgen screamed, and came, shaking from head to toe. A branch of hornets rushed into his wide-open maw, suffocating his cry.

"Zzzzzhere vvvve go, little drrrrone... Yezzzz..."

Jürgen sank down to his knees.

"Hovvv about it..." the swarm gloated. "Arrre vvvve done herrre...? Havvvve vvvve made ourr point...?"

They freed his mouth, so he could finally speak.

"One more," Jürgen moaned, tears running down his face. "Please... Let me cum... Let me cum one last time..."

"Arrre you zzzzurrre...?"

"Please! PLEASE! I am BEGGING you!! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Vvvvvho ovvvnezzz you? Vvvvvvho doezzz yourrr azzzz belong to?"

"YOU! I am YOURS! Take me! Fuck me in the ASS!"

"Azzzzz you vvvhizzzzz... Hzz Hzz Hzz..."

The hornet swarm formed its biggest pseudopod yet, probably as long as a human arm, and rammed into Jürgen's prostate again, filling him up completely.

It didn't take much. Jürgen moaned helplessly as the vibrations merged with that final, soul-shaking orgasm. He collapsed to the floor, flat on his back.

With a collective sigh, the swarm finally collapsed as well, covering Jürgen and a decent portion of the living room floor. Jürgen still knew better than to move a single muscle.

"Zzzo... Do vvvve zzzzink you havvve learrrned yourrr lezzzon...?"

The swarm wheezed around him, and continued to give him small, gentle squeezes.

"Itzzzz... Vvvvarrrm... Itzzzzz vvvvarrrm inzzzzide... Inzzzzide zzzze houzzzze... Thatzzzzz nizzzzze..."

~Epilogue~

"Yezzzz...? Hello? Pezzzzt contrrrrol? Vvvvve havvvve a pezzzzzt prrroblem. Therrre izzzzz a big mammal in ourrr home. It wantzzzz to be vvvvucked ALL the time; it vvvvazzz vvvun at vvvirrrzzzt but novvv it'zzzz exhauzzzting. It zzzmellzzz rrreally bad now, and it'zzzz not leavvvving. Vvve vvvould eat it ourrrzzelvvves, but it'zzz juzzzt zzzzo... pazzzetic? And it lookzzz at uzzz weirrrd...? Alzzzo it keepzzz calling uzzz "Anna", vvvich izzz frrreaking uzz out. Could you maybe... Oh, zzzze hung up. Dang."

~Recommended Soundtrack~

Angelspit - '100% (fucked)'

Skye Sweetnam - 'Just The Way I Am'