To Bee, Or Not To Bee...

I wiped the honey from my phone. She was still squirming in the condiment swamp, dizzy from once again getting flung across infinity.
That was my chance to open my next App.

Lesson learned.
No more kicking back while I watch an unworthy opponent get torn to shreds by the caprices of a vast impersonal multiverse. No, that Bitch Witch was way too slippery.
I doubt I could even rely on her to get penetrated all over while inside a giant beehive. No. The keyword here was gonna be 'proactive'. Had to take initiative.
So I aimed my phone at her, and pressed play. The screen shone with a golden light. A blindingly bright one. She shielded her eyes as she recoiled.
I laughed, watching her leer at me, "Showtime, baby! Come on! The spotlight is all yours! How about a little dance?"
I could hear her growl from all the way over there. She raised her index finger towards me, "Is something funny? Well, thank you, Darling. Thank you for giving away your position. So let me tell you what is going to be funny. And that is– And that is– Uhh–"
Her eyes fixed on the jewel encrusted ring on her finger.
That wasn't there before. In fact, that giant red gem on it wasn't a ruby at all.
No. It was far softer and more fragrant.
A rose.

Her arm was speckled with roses. Pink ones. Her arm was tangled in leafy brambles that sprouted from all over her body, from where flowers of all kinds sprouted.
With a face of abject horror she stared at her hands. Both sides.
She looked herself over to find that not a square inch of her body had been spared. Even her butt had a single big sunflower donning it.
She'd turned into one big blooming garden.

That's my Summer Blossom App for you! All the plant life in a single sliver of sunshine grows up to blossom into beautiful bountiful wilderness; such as the jungle she roamed through and inevitably got covered in seeds.
Perfect for the occasion.

Sure, the battle would've been over if I'd used my Disintegration Ray App instead, but– Looking at the Bitch Witch ripping off petals in a fit of fury when they were regrowing faster than she could pluck them off, I knew I had made the right choice.
Besides, I had to save on batteries to make my way back.
And hey!
The best part was yet to come!

She suddenly stopped picking flowers. A faint buzzing sound came from the air. It got louder. She turned to look. An enormous cloud approached in the distance, one made of women with insect wings. Their swarm blocked out rays of sunlight seeping between the clusters of the honeycombs that made up the walls and ceilings.
"What's that smell?"
"Oooh, it smells good~!"
"Are those flowers? Girls, I think it's flowers!"
"Someone brought a bouquet to our home?"
"Oh, how romantic~"

More bee women joined in. They spewed out from cells in the walls to join their sisters in finding the source of the smell. They grew louder and louder as they closed in, turning from a gentle hum to a deafening roar.

The Wonder Witch ran away. Didn't take long for her to figure out that was getting her nowhere. Not while wading through that viscous honey at the breakneck speed of an obese sloth. Instead she turned and raised her index finger skywards.
As much of a bitch as that Witch was, she was at least smart enough to know that attacking the bees was gonna end poorly.
But did she have enough nerve to act with calm and deliberation?

Surprisingly she did! She lowered her hand. Reluctantly.
There was nothing left for her but to remain perfectly still like the rosebush she was, all while the swarm descended on her.

Well, she did have good instincts at least. Bees aren't really that nasty. They're industrious gals who work hard and care for their families. The last thing they want is a fight. In fact, they can literally die after stinging someone once. So no. They're not gonna attack randomly.
Especially not someone who brought them flowers.
Which is not to say she wouldn't rather scram.

The bee ladies landed around her in a circle. Each of them wore a yellow dress with black stripes.
Or was it a black dress with yellow stripes?
Either way, they traced circles around the Bitch Witch. Admiring her. Looking her up and down with hungry eyes.
She merely stared forward without so much as twitching. She followed them with her eyes as they moved closer.
Bet she'd have preferred not to. Bet she'd rather not know what they did to her. But she clearly couldn't help herself. If she closed her eyes, then she'd be stuck with the thoughts of all the things they could be doing to her when she wasn't looking instead.

"Why, hello there, Buttercup~" One of them said in a husky voice, leaning forward to smell the big red rose hanging from the Witch's neck.
"Come here often?"
"I should hope not..." She hissed through clenched teeth.
"You should. The honey really brings out your eye."
One of them bent down to check out some bluebells hanging by her thighs. She took a long, deep whiff uncomfortably close to her body, tracing the length of her body from toe to top. She took it in, relishing the scent of every single flower on the way, and ended with a shudder by a cluster of pink flowers by the Witch's bossom.

The Bitch Witch looked positively revolted. Absolutely livid in fact. Still, she remained frozen in place, even when their hands roamed freely all across her juicy bits. She knew perfectly well that she was one sudden move away from flinging them into a bloodthirsty panic.
But one way or another, it was gonna end. Either they'd run out of interest, or she'd run out of patience.
And guess five times which one I'd put money on?

Yeah, I know what I said.
I wasn't gonna kick back and wait for her to defeat herself. But look, you gotta forgive me if I don't want anything to do with this crazy situation. Who knows if I'll become a target by doing something stupid?
Which is not to say that I've got no intention to interfere if she tries to bail out of there. She can still fly. She can still teleport. She can probably do a whole bunch of crazy stuff with her magic. But if she tries, I'll be right there with my phone.

Well, what can I say?
Sometimes **** can be a delicious thing.
I stuck my finger in my mouth to savour the sweet delectable honey that I cleaned off my phone.
The smack pulled the swarm of bee girls out of the moment. They stopped their fondle fest and peered back. Toward me.

...Whoops?
"Someone is stealing our honey!"
"You leave our honey alone, missy!"
"We were trying to entertain our new guest!"
"Thought you could get away with it while our backs were turned?"
"Oh, the audacity!"
"Guess what? You just messed with the wrong bees!"
"Get her!"

They ditched the Bitch Witch, storming towards me in a murderous flock.
Their buzzing instantly turned more high pitched. And low pitched. They changed rapidly in dramatic crescendos that joined together in a concert of pure unadulterated rage. Their skirts were lifted by their stingers as they rose between their legs.

I wonder where the term 'beeline' comes from. Not from these bees, that's for sure. They were way too angry to do anything 'straight'. More like they moved randomly in a giant tornado.
Well, shit. Seemed like once again I pooped the bucket.
But it's nothing an actual tornado can't handle. Time for my Hurricane Simulator App to shine.
Or that's what I thought.

Someone snatched my wrist.
"Oh, no you don't!"
There she was. The Bitch Witch. Right behind me in all her bitchy glory, keeping me from blowing off this angry swarm.
I looked down at her incredulously, "Haven't we gone through this before? You know how this is gonna end, right?"
So we took each other to the ground. We grabbed each other. Rubbed our curves against one another. Smearing honey over each others' bodies. But I couldn't live up to my own snide remark. Turns out this little pestilence was harder to pin down than it seemed. Even though she was supposed to be a complete novice.
And there were quite a few reasons why.
First, she snuck up on me. Got the upper hand right off the bat, and she had no intention of letting go of that advantage.
Second, she was actually much lighter than she looked. By a lot. That took me by double surprise.
Also, my phone was my lifeline. The moment I dropped it was the moment I'd get ganged on by those bee girls with no chance of escape. I was basically fighting her one-handed, with a prosthesis made from a ming vase.
And finally, why bother? She'd just teleport away if I pinned her down. I didn't try to since that wouldn't secure a victory the way it usually did. Ironically, when we grasped at each other like bickering school girls was when I was truly in control with her.

But the bee tornado still buzzed towards us. We had to go before it consumed us both. So I clicked my phone.
The honey started to carry us around the room hall in a current. Slowly, at first, but the rapids picked up pace fast. The honey spiralled into a point at the center, and we were heading down. Neither of us willing to let go. Neither of us willing to risk giving the other the upper hand. Soon enough, we couldn't get out even if we wanted to.

Which we didn't.
At least I didn't. I wanted to see this Bitch floored.

We eventually reached the center of the whirlpool, and were dragged down. Plunged to the bottom.
And through the portal underneath.
We spilled out with the spludge of honey over the sand.

Panicked screams came from every direction. The celestial duel raged on even now. We were back where we started. Back in the Arena.
We were sprawled on the ground on opposite sides of the puddle. I picked myself off the ground, honey dripping from my very being, and I realized the calamity had kept escalating while we fought.
"Uh, hey? Wonder Witch?" I started, "You think it's about time we called off this match? This whole thing is getting out of hand."
"But of course." She said between pants, wringing honey from her hat, "You're free to surrender any time."
I grunted, "Not this again! Look..."
I flashed her my phone, showing the battery settings. The battery was about 24% left. It was yellow in color. But not red. Not yet.
"You're obviously exhausted from bending reality so much. Look at you! Whatever fuel your magic runs on, you're clearly just about to run out. But me? I still got a bit of battery left. It's very clear how this battle is gonna end if we keep it up like we've done so far. So how about you start acting like an adult now and wrap this up already?"

"Fine." She looked up determined, "I'll wrap this up."
She reached her hand towards me. Whatever spell she was preparing, it was gonna be one of her last.
"Electrovius... Magneativae..."
Electro– What?
Oh! Electro Magnetic! She was gonna do an electro-magnetic pulse! So she _was _paying attention!
And she figured out how to make a spell out of it!

Oh. Hold on.
No... Oh no!
"Now hold on, Wonder Witch! Don't do that!"
But my protests went unheeded. She just smiled wider, having gotten all the proof she needed that she was making the right move.
"PULSARE!!!"

She fired a wave of rippling space towards me.
It hit.

Then the world ended.