Bee-Girl #4774, the Mindless Scout

All her life, all she had known was the buzzing.

A low, constant tone that filled her head at every waking moment, reminding her who she was and where her place was. She was a Bee Girl, one of many loyal drones who lived to serve the Hive. Her identification number was 4774. She did whatever the Hive needed her to do. And nothing else was important.

Her duties varied day by day. Sometimes she'd work in the comfort of the wax cells, turning nectar into honey. Sometimes she'd train in the barracks, honing her skills for the Hive's defense. But mostly she flew.

She flew in circles and loop-de-loops, all around the outskirt's of the Hive's territory. The whole Hive had just been relocated, so it was very important that they had someone to scout around outside for anything interesting. Not that she'd know what something interesting looked like. But the Hive knew for her, and that was enough.

She had been flying close to the ground one day, inspecting a large meadow of flowers, when the elf appeared.

She was on her in an instant, pressing a glowing hand against her face. She tried to struggle, to sting the interloper or fly away, but this sudden calm came over her and she couldn't help but feel safe in the elf's arms. All the Hive's teachings and instructions fell away and she fell to her knees, feeling nothing but that wonderful hand.

The buzzing faded into the distance of her own head. In its place was pleasure, and it felt sooooo gooooood....

"Is she...supposed to be doing this?" asked Tally.

She was sitting on the grass as the Bee-Girl lay on her lap, nuzzling her with a sweet smile and several soft moans. She was short and stocky, with a body that those in the common parlence called "thicc". Paper-thin insect wings extended from her open-back armor, and two antennae poked out of a bob of yellow-and-black hair. From what she'd heard in the stories from Brookhaven, Bee-Girls would sting anyone who got an inch too close. And then there was this one, who did try to do that at first but now seemed pretty OK with being Tally's lapbug.

Brim, for her part, was happy but confused. "Yeah, but she should've started asking how she could serve you. Hold on, I'm gonna do some brain poking."

The naked ghost lay next the Bee-Girl, almost straddling her while fighting the urge to start spooning, and put an intangible finger through her head. She prodded around for a few minutes before pulling back out. "Yup. Just as I thought. This bug's basically brainless."

Tally felt strangely offended on behalf of the stranger who'd just tried to kill her. "Brim, you can't just say that about someone!"

"Well, she is! Look, Beehives don't like their drones getting anything like 'free will' or 'individuality'. They brainwash that out of them as soon as they can. Buzzy here's spent so long listening to her bosses that she literally can't think for herself. All she knows is that she loves you aaaaand...that's it. Nuthin' else."

Tally tried wrenching herself free from the Bee-Girl's cuddle, and the Bee-Girl just looked at her and whined like a forlorn puppy. That put any thoughts of locomotion to bed. "...does she know how to take care of herself?"

"Absolutely not. Her resume begins and ends with snuggling."

Then that meant Tally had to help her before she starved to ****. Such was the eternal burden of being the good guy. "Brim, we got her into this by screwing with her head. Maybe we could...screw our way out? And please don't pick up on that statement like I think you will-"

Brim perked up like she'd just heard the words she'd live her life by. "Right! Of course! If she doesn't have a personality, then we can just make her one! All you have to do is put your hand on her head and think of who you'd like her to be. She could be anyone! She could be your princess, your bimbo, your princess bimbo..."

"Alright, alright, don't backseat perv me." Tally took a deep breath. She was now in charge of another person, in multiple definitions of the phrase. Better make this count.

And Tally looked into her Bee-Girl's adoring eyes, placed a hand on her forehead, and thought hard about who she could be.