No cap, I hate this with every fiber in my being.

"I am not here to talk to them. You are the hand chosen by the master! Yours is the wheel of blood! Yours is the sword of Michael! "

I tried to go back, but it feels hollow. Plus, the shit ton of ads didn't help.

This hole was meant for me!

Did you see a sign that says dead decepticon storage?

Honestly, I think you missed an opportunity to draw a dick on the moon.

They could have done the equivalent the "last crusade", but instead of Sean Connery, its Harrison Ford .

Stealing a doormat is also an option.

That's some James Bond villain bullshit.

"Honey, I'm home!" Barry the Bee called out.

Vanessa beamed as her husband took off his tiny hat.

He was in a black business suit with a striped tie.

It was way better than his dusty old turtleneck sweater.

'And hotter, too,' she noted with a grin.

"Welcome back, Barr-bear," she drawled out.

Barry grinned and flew towards her.

He admired her naked figure before he turned around and beat his wings against her perky nipples.

"Did you miss me?" He asked in a husky tone.

Vanessa began to pant quietly.

"You know I did. What took you so long?" She asked.

She eyed him curiously.

"Oh you know, it's springtime and all. Those daisies don't pollinate themselves!" He laughed.

"Did you bring any with you this time?" She had gotten him in the habit of rubbing around in the pollen. “Making those triplets with someone else?”

She loved the sensations that she got from the thick, golden powder.

"I can't pollinate you without it, now can I?" He teased. "Now beehive and spread your legs," he instructed her.

Vanessa giggled and followed his command.

She knew that he meant to say 'behave,' but she thought that he unintentional puns were absolutely adorable.

Barry flew over to her clit and buried his face in it.

Vanessa moaned as he rubbed his pollen-covered body all over it.

He took off his clothes and let his fuzzy figure stroke her beautiful red anatomy.

His wife's back arched as each fine hair hit her.

It felt like her clit was on fire.

Barry kissed the area and grinned.

His wife was just as experimental as he was, and he loved every minute of it.

"Honey Bunches of Oats, I have something that will Cheerio up a little," he told her.

He meant to say 'honey' and 'cheer you up,' but he just had to slip a couple bee puns in there.

"What is it?" She breathed.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered. "All of me."

"But Barry, that's-!"

"You don't want me to?" He asked.

His sapphire blue eyes stared into her green ones.

Vanessa bit her lip.

"You… you might die. It's too dangerous, Barry-kins. I don't want you to get hurt."

"If I die, then I'll always be inside you. Right here." He poked the area surrounding her vaginal opening. “And maybe you can birth me..”

Vanessa nodded.

"If you're sure." She gave him permission to enter her and he flew within the hole.

Vanessa gasped at his startling entrance.

A worker bee was inside of her.

She started to have her doubts before Barry flew up into her G-spot.

He slammed his whole body against it and she screamed.

Cum began to build up inside of her and it came out.

Barry considered swimming in it, but he knew that it would damage his wings.

He needed to fly to get the job done.

Barry's wings pulsated as he flew over to her vaginal walls.

He rapidly moved from one area to another, making sure that Vanessa felt a sensation unlike any other.

He continued to fly up until he reached her uterus.

He knew what he had to do.

The bee stung her uterus, instantly killing the child that Vanessa had unknowingly shared with her ex-boyfriend Demetri

He killed himself along with it, and his corpse hung inside of her uterus.

Vanessa screamed in agony upon realizing what her husband had done.

She tried to reach into her vagina, but she could only stick three fingers in.

She sobbed as she pictured her husband's corpse inside of her, but then she stopped and realized something.

He had pollinated her.

They could still have a child!

She began to weep onto her pillow, hoping that her child would be just as incredible as Barry was.

She hoped her growing fetus would eat her old one, and maybe her late husband too...

Or maybe she’s birth all three at once.

She would finally have triplets.

Im thinking she either just ran hot water over it, or decided to let it soak, only to come back to sea water in her sink.

What about a psychic poodle?