Let the Buzzing Set you Free [BArry B BYles]

Let the Buzzing Set you Free

I didn't know what to expect. My life had fallen apart a few days back and now I was in my back garden, stood in my pajamas and about to go back in when I saw it. The small blooming flower, and coming out of it, Barry B Benson. Except, Barry B Benson seemed to be somehow mutated and had grown to around the size of Harry Styles. Wait. Harry Styles? 

I must be dreaming. This isn't possible. However, it wasn't a dream because suspiciously, a flower pot fell from my sisters room and landed on my foot, boy did it hurt.

Harry Styles was slowly walking closer to Barry B Benson, his jaw slack in amazement. 

"B-Barry senpai?" Harry Styles asked, hand by his mouth in an attempt to make himself cuter.

"That's oppa to you." replied Barry B Benson.

"Oppa! I sarang you so much!" Harry Styles skipped over to his 'oppa' and threw his arms around his neck. In the next moment, Barry B Benson played jazz and twisted Harry Styles in his arms, making his buttocks face his own rear end. 

"Don't scream too much, Harry." Barry B Benson spoke in a seductive voice. "Some people are still sleeping."

At this point I was sure I was going mad, a few months back I had a traumatizing experience, my two favourite toys turned out to be making love behind my back! Now I was seeing this! I couldn't believe it! 

Barry B Benson slowly pressed his stinger inside Harry Styles' hole - no prep! Those daredevils! - and clenched his bum to make the stinger move a little, grazing the insides of Harry Styles' walls and making his scream.

"Oppa! Oppa! I sarang my oppa so much! OMO! OH OMO OMO OMO OMO OMO!" Harry Styles  made too much noise for my liking. 

I was about to tell them to shut up when another flower pot fell on my foot.

This time when I turned back I saw that Barry B Benson was sticking his stinger inside Harry Styles' penis, improv apparently worked with these sex machines. Barry B Benson was using his stinger to make Harry Styles scream. They were doing the sounding thing I was told about last week in school. The joys of being a seven year old adult non-binary furry.

"OPPA I'M COMING AHUHSJGSDHATRGSGRS!" Harry Styles threw up on his lover as his willy released a glittery substance of the red hue. 

Ooh no! Was Harry Styles dying? Was that blood? Did the sex go too far? The stinger could have killed Harry Styles.

My eyes traveled south. Barry B Benson was missing his stinger. It was big enough to kill anyone stung. Oh no. I witnessed both a murder an a suicide! I'm only a fie year old virgin girl! I can't die yet! 

"Shhhh, they're okay. They will come back to life in a few hours." 

I looked behind myself and saw my sister. She was stood behind me stroking her pink pig that reminded me of when I too was an eleven year old.