Beekeeper of the Dark - Watch Out!
a short story
Beekeeper of the Dark
By Ophelia Everfall
Watch Out!
Eloise was a retard.
She’d been one since she was raped. It made her mad. She felt her life stolen.
No one had taken care of her properly. Nobody cared how it mattered. They thought it about the violation. They’d thought it about the power. Not one seemed to understand.
That man needed to be killed.
He’d been retarded too. Retardation was for retards. America was handicapped. They were stupid idiots. Everyone was a fag.
Dicks were gross. Pussys were too. Something had to give.
Giving head just seemed cool. It was nice.
Eloise loved it most because it made her cum her pants. She’d not even have to touch. That made her feel happy. It was really great sometimes.
Men were just hogs. They’d not the knowing to be kind. They thought the act some metaphor of something other than genetic lingering needed for display in some form of proper containment. People forgot that being hot was not for thought. Working things out kept them where they were meant to be.
Danger Dave was her neighbor man. She’d given him the title. He would stay down longest. He’d gone at her once from behind when she hadn’t washed and knew it love. That was always the sign.
Butts were things retards loved most. Cute ones stole souls. Disregard found was a gift. Noses buried were the boon.
Danger Dave dove deep down desiring drenching. Droughts drove Dave dangerously docile. Dipping dick did do da ding. Danielle didn’t do dykes. Denise dolted down dicks duplicitously. Dave did deeds done did.
Everyone was sad.
Nothing felt right except for sex and they never had it.
Porn was disgusting. Eloise just sat around and felt mad about her life. She’d been going at trans girls online for fun. Those boys were the worst of all.
She wanted a child but never got to have one.
Everyone was so foolish for everything they did with their children to Eloise. Every choice they made was criticized. Every chance they’d take was scrutinized. Every last move they made was some projection of a sham.
People raised children wrong. They protected them too much. They’d play to show their hand in every tape they took. Artifice would be of good parentage shown through projections of yelp. They’d react to every bump and misstep taken by their children as if some protector. To allow children a chance to not see their every growing step a thing of consideration to a retarded parent was nearly unseen.
Eloise watched a video of a trans woman whose daughter called her ‘Momma Dee,’ it was disgusting. They’d let her start doing that like it was cute. In it the child stood from a patch of mushrooms, and they’d stumbled.
That trans woman didn’t even react, and it made Eloise furious.
They were clearly a retard.
There was a picture of the child sitting on that man-boy’s lap. It was the worst thing she’d ever seen. How dare that man, a predator known by their nature alone, some danger to women everywhere, rest a child upon their cock.
They even posted a video talking about laps of men. It was the worst thing she’d ever seen. They clearly touched their child. They’d been some monster thing. Trans women were some sexual dysfunction of society. It wasn’t right.
Eloise loved sucking cock so much she’d do it everyday if she could.
She didn’t know why she hated everyone.
Everyone was going to hell by her estimation. The world was wrong for letting those trannies be around children. Especially the men. They’d invaded spaces as colonizers. They had no right. Nothing was more incorrect.
Eloise had never been sicker than when seeing some obvious-man walking through a store with a most beautiful girl in their cart, pushing her fast and laughing along. That child called their father “Mom.”
It was disgusting. That was a man. He’d been a liar who didn’t fool anyone. What was he thinking walking around like that? He wasn’t even wearing makeup.
Eloise wanted a cock.
She’d felt the need to be taken up the ass. Yet she was scared of poop. She’d not learned how to poke it loose.
Fingernails were the worst casualty of anal lovemaking. They’d fall first.
Danger Dave was on the scene. He wanted her bad. That night was a good one. They’d watched Drag Race. They like the way RuPaul was so obviously a gay male predator who emboldened their ideals towards queer people.
It was the worst show ever made on DumSum. They’d near-all been rape victims, its contestants. Many of them spent years preparing. They knew themselves women. They’d deny themselves for becoming connected with their rightfully held personality. That cross-dressing faggot had told them it was cheating in the only vilified example of trans femininity of its time.
Eloise loved it. Almost as much as she loved taking cock in her ass while watching along. She wanted to be one of those boys playing a girl.
She didn’t know why.
Trans women were the worst.
Eloise loved Harry Potter the most. She’d thought it stupid when she was younger. She called the people who read it “retards.” They were almost as stupid as the Animorph kids.
She loved it after its writer came after trans women. They had all been doing life incorrectly and breaking the boundaries of women’s spaces. They’d even convinced lesbians to traumatize themselves with them. It was the worst cruelty of humanity, to Eloise’s estimation, buried within that feeling of her gut while clipping pictures of early transistioners and posting them on X.
Trans women were awful for how sad they made her feel.
Eloise didn’t know why. She just wanted a cock.
It made her go crazy to think about men owning her face, making her feel the little girl she knew herself to be, or taking her ass and letting her close her eyes. She’d imagine herself a man then, always.
She did that every time she had sex at least once.
Eloise just couldn’t care why. She’d known. She knew. It was understood.
Trans women were messing up the world.
That gay man playing trans woman was right to lose her child. All those freaks should. Those fools of men who thought it right to wear their abuse on their sleeve, or spirit found in heart, or personality earned by intelligence, or currency of expression chosen by right of how that made them fit in community of connective tissue most fashioned to their person, or how it got them fucked the way they wanted. Mostly, it wouldn’t do any of those things. It just threw them to the street by choices made on-end by women who loved to do their thing.
Sucking cock was disgusting. Eating pussy would do the trick. Taking a rail would clear the confusion. A good cheesburger would fill the void. Nothing would be more right than a laugh beside their rapist to make a woman feel better afterwards. Nothing felt more right. It was nice.
All sex was hot to Eloise. As long as there wasn’t a trans woman involved. They’d always be so sad and needy. They should stay among their kind. Those boys would find another like them and just be gay like everyone knew they were.
She wanted nothing more.
