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Just business as usual (Woman into bee - TF Script)
🕑 Added 2020-06-13 16:32:26 +0000 UTC(As promised here’s the first of the two audio TF scripts that ended in the drawer.
Set in the Good Garls Forum series this one is heavily inspired by this short audio TF that WhiteflameK made some time ago: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31917684/ )
The indistinguishable noise and chatter of the street, heels walking above that noise, the sound of a bee buzzing, a hand trying to wave it off.
HATHER: Fuck off!
From here we have the sounds of heels walking in the background.
TONY (always from the other side of the cellphone): Heather? Are you still there?
HATHER: Yes, just a disgusting bug pissing me off, like you!
TONY: Heather, please, you have to listen to me at least this time! We can’t do this transaction! It will kill the company!
HATHER: If you make me go back to the office I swear you are the one that will end dead! Stop whining like a bitch and do your damn job!
TONY: Hundreds will lose their jobs!
HATHER: And I will make millions!
TONY: We are talking about human lives!
HATHER: No, we are talking about numbers in papers and if you don’t help me make mine bigger you are going to be less than ZERO! Do! Your! JOB!
There’s a zap like sound in the line, static noise, heels stop.
HATHER: Uh? This crap broke? Tony? Are you there? Answer idiot!
THE OMINOUS VOICE (can be either female or male, talks in a very dispassionate way, maybe with an electronic tint to the voice): Without a second though you wasted your last ounce of luck. Your fate shall forever be rewrite. Not once you showed mercy for people and that’s why you will have to exist in regret as less than such. You are not a queen, not a even person, you shall be just drone. INSIGNIFICANT. World will forget the pretension of your existence but be sure that in your humiliation you will always remember why you became nothing but a BEE!
Another zap like sound.
HATHER: Hey? Who the fuck are you? Is this a prank? You think this is funny? Do you know who I am? I am Heather Silvermane! I own this city! When I find you we all see who’s fucking insignificant!
TONY: Heather? What are you talking about?
Heels walk.
HATHER: Tony? You are back? I think the lines must have got crossed or something... There was a creepy weirdo... told me some weird shit crap about... about... Ugh... Doesn’t matter. Did you made the goddamn transaction already or I have to go back?
TONY: (loud sigh) Are you totally sure about this...?
HATHER: Did I sound like gibberish to you?! Of course I’m sure, dipshit! Why haven’t you don it already? (sound of a belt opening and pants falling) What the...? My pants just fell off?
TONY: What happened?
HATHER: My pants just fell off!
TONY: What?
Heather struggling with her clothes.
HATHER: Fucking hell...! The belt must have open... Wait, no, my belt it’s... gone? Wait, no, no, no, the sleeves are... it’s my clothes, MY CLOTHES! They are... like vanishing... They are disappearing!
TONY: Heather... are you drunk again?
HATHER: Tony my tits are out! No fucking way! My panties too! God! God, everybody is going to see my cunt! This is not possible! Even my jewelry! I have to leave this place!
Heels running.
TONY: OK, you are drunk.
Heel steps turn into naked steps and then stop.
HATHER: No! NO! TONY! This is not a joke! I’m bare-ass naked in the middle of the freaking street! You have to send me help righAAAAAAGH!
From here begin the cracking TF sounds, the phone falls to the floor.
TONY (in the distance): Heather...?
HATHER: AAAAAAAGH! My... damn body... it itches, it hurts... so... much... What’s... nggh... Happening... To... ME?! What the... NGGGGH... My cunt is... Gghhhh... Swelling... swelling so much... Can’t even... Can’t even close my damn legssssSSSHHHH!
Heather falls onto all fours.
HATHER: No! GOD NO! My HAIR! NOT MY HAIR STOP! It’s falling! IT’S FALLING! Am... gggggggh... bald! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEE!
Loud cracking followed by a flapping sounds.
HATHER: It’s that... a wing?! (from here we start to gradually shrink her voice, not very noticeable at first) A bug wing...? My cunt, my poor pussy... doesn’t even looks like one anymore... So... freaking... big...looks like... that’s almost an... abdomen... Am mutating... some sort of bug? No! That can’t be! This is not happening! I am a woman... I have to stop this before...! Somehow... I’m not... Guuuuuuhg... MY HEAD!
Antennas growth.
HATHER: NOOO! Stop... moving! Antenna... I have an antenna, stop moving, stop growing... God... I can taste my own sweat with this thing... I’M FUCKING DISGUSTING! Why is everything so big?! WHY IS NOBODY HELPING ME?! Pleases! I’m shrinking! I can pay! I WILL PAY! JUST SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
We star to introduce some buzz like sounds.
HATHER: This can’t be! Thizzzzz can’t be! What are this fucking... grozzzz zzzztiff hairzzzz! Oh, oh, no... Yellow...? Black...? Oh, god, no,not that... that weirdo, he said... a bee! They are turning me into fuuzzzzzzzking bee! No! NO! How they dazzzzzzre?! HOW THEY DARE DO DIZZZZT TO ME!
TONY (in the distance): Heather? Are you still with us? If I hang you will get more mad?
HATHER: TONY! You zzzzzztupid! HELP ME ALZZZEADY! I... am zzzzo zzzzmall... idiot must no lizzzzzten ma voizzzzze... I have to get closer... I MUZZZZT! If we don’t zzzzell... Daaazzz it...! I will change back... for zzzzzzzure! Come on... Come on, Heather, you made a million before 25... You have zzzzzix fucking legzzzzz... You can do dizzzzzz!
Heather crawls towards her phone as she keeps shrinking, cracking sounds, her voice distorting more and more.
HEATHER: Zzzzzzhit am zzzzzo tiny! TONY! ZZZZZZONY! AM HERE!
TONY: Heather? I can barely heard you, there’s interference? Speak louder.
HEATHER: ZZZONY! PLIZZZ! U HAVE TO ZZZZAVE ME! THE TRANZZZZTION...! THE TRANZZZITION NNNNNNNNUghhhhhNNNNN ZZZZZZZELL!
TONY: (sighs) Yes, sure... you are the boss, message receive... I will finish the transaction, don’t worry.
HEATHER: ZZZZZZNU! NUZZZZZ! ZONY! ZZZZZATS NOZZZZ! ZZNNNN ZEEELLLL! ZZZNNN ZZZEEEELL!
TONY: Look, the interference is giving me a headache so I’m going to hang, OK? Don’t get mad, please? If that’s possible? We talk later, don’t drink too much.
HEATHER: DON HANGZZZZZ! NOOOOOOOOOZZZZZ!
Sound of cut line, cracking sound starting to slow.
HEATHER: Thazzz no fair... Thazzz no fair at all... (her voice brakes into sobbing and crying, a despaired struggle as the TF reaches is inevitable conclusion) I no dezzzzerve thizzz...! Am no fuzzzzking bug... Am womzzzzzz...! Mozzzz powerful womzzzz in zzzzzity...! Plizzzz... Can’t breazzzth... Can’t blinkzzzz... Am zzzzorry... I will beeee good... I will beee goozzz... Juzzzzt... Can’t endzzzz like dizzzzzzz... nozzz like dizzz Plizzzzz... I learnzzz... no chanzzzzge... me... not juzzzzt... me bee... Zzzzo inzzzzignificant... Plizzz... Plizzzz... Plizzzzz... Plizzzz... Plizzzz, I dozzz wanna be a beeeezzzz... Plizzzzz... Plizzzzz...!
Her voice fades into the buzzing, TF ends.
Street sounds, the buzzing of a bee flying away to the sunny sky in search of pollen, then two bees.
The end.
