Bee line it back home

The two daughter queens flew back this time to avoid further interruptions. They landed before the main door of the royal house and Amber couldn't help but lean on a pillar and pant - they didn't really hurry there and Mable didn't even get exhausted.

"S-sorry... I-I'm just terrible at flying... My back hurts so bad..." She held her back and stretched her wings as she winced and looked really bad for a daughter queen. "I don't want to sound like mother, but you really should work on that. We flew for like, what, two minutes and you are already so exhausted." Mable really did have a hard time believing it as she could easily fly for hours casually and really fast for at least half an hour, enough to go around the whole hive once.

"I-I need food... C-could you ask... for them to prepare something?" Amber looked pale which made Mable a little worried, she ran inside and came across the head maid, Belle. "Hey, we went on a little fly just now, I and Amber, she asked for food, could you make her a sandwich or something?" Mable saw the busty maid blush and lose her composure: Mable remembered the way she used her yesterday and felt heat on her cheeks.

"O-of course, right away, my lady..." She hurried to the same kitchen Mable had made her reach orgasm yesterday morning. The now troubled daughter queen went to help her pale sister inside and to the kitchen where Belle had already prepared a delicious-looking sandwich with a generous amount of honey to make it edible. "T-thanks..." Amber said and started stuffing her face with the sweet bread.

"Hmm, that looked really good, would you make me one too?" Mabel wanted to apologize for Belle as she felt a little regretful for what happened. "Yes, uh, does my lady desire her sandwich with mayonnaise or without?" Mabel had a bit of a history with mayo and how she didn't really like fatty foods, she declined it and leaned her hands next to the cute chief-maid as she prepared the sandwich with great skill.

"Hey, Belle..." Mabel whispered and the blushing chubby maid turned to her: "I'm sorry for making you do that, I hope you are fine with it and do not remember me in a bad light, I just wanted to see a worker do it, is all." Mabel sighed and the maid looked at her mouth agape. "My lady... I c-couldn't sleep at all because I felt so guilty..." Mabel hated to hear such a thing and asked carefully: "So, did I hurt you? I am so sorry..."

"No, no my lady... I liked it, eh, no, I mean..." The maid dropped the piece of bread she held and covered her mouth. Mabel saw that Amber had finished her snack and was almost asleep on the chair. "You liked it? So, you would do it by yourself too?" Mabel looked at Belle who shook and shot her arms down over her apron, covering her crotch. "I wouldn't! I do not desire another bee! I do not want... to t-touch myself..." Her face was bright red and eyes locked on Mabels'.

The daughter queen heard her sister's little snores and decided to get this first problem home before others would arise: "I order you to have fun. Touch yourself when you feel like it, as long as it's not public or ill-willed. You may look at my body with lust, I do not hold it against you." Mabel smiled at the maid who's eyes were getting watery and thighs rubbed against each other. "B-but I am a maid... It would be seen as unprofessional... I can't help... Would my lady o-order me to do it n-now?"

That request alone made Mabel regret her choices and she gulped and answered not looking at her: "You may, please use an empty room and lock the door, I want you to be happy..." Mabel watched as the excited maid put together the sandwich and stumbled out of the room accompanied with a happy, girly sound. Mabel couldn't help but feel happy for the poor maid and hoped that she would learn to love what's between those big thighs of hers.

Mabel snuggled next to her sister and woke her up with a warm collar rub and an electric antennae touch - it was the best way to wake up as the bed in question would feem both warm and energetic. "M-Mable, d-did I really pass out? I am so sorry... Damn, I feel like a kid again, and... Come on, we have a game to try out..." She had a little embarrassed blush on her face which amused Mabel - she always liked Amber's collar fur as it was so long and fluffy, she didn't trim it short as most of the queens did. Mabel took the bread with her and they left for Amber's quarters.

The bee with the red sweatshirt opened the door and let her sister inside. Mabel was a bit surprised by the fact that the quarters were the exact same as her own as Amber was so different in other ways. There were a lot less artsy and expensive pieces of furniture, but very common things and cool lights going all around the place: it was also a bit dim.

"So, is this where you live 99% of the day?" Mabel joked as it was kind of true. "Yeah, yeah. Wanna see my bedroom? I got a few new things, and... something for Bernie too." the girl with the glasses asked and smirked a bit boyishly. "I hope it's nothing really dirty." Mabel teased and her sister rolled her eyes: "Screw you, now I don't even want to show it to you... You are so dumb..."

The two of them went to the bedroom none-the-less and Mabel felt disgusted. There were hundreds of plushies, all exaggerated to look adorable and huggable. "That is crazy, I feel sick..." Mabel had never seen so many colorful kiddie things in her damn life and felt just taken back by it all. "Ha! Yeah, here's all my friends! I don't really play with them anymore, but aren't they just the cutest? Look, mister foxy is just there and miss bunny too!"

Mabel wanted to get out, but Amber was already in the girly, but surprisingly plain room. She lifted a big box up on the bed and jumped in the said bed herself. She opened the cardboard box and pulled out some pretty nice lights and their wires, then she pulled out a couple of sweaters very much like her other ones and a bra she put away quickly. "Eh, yeah, wanna see what Bernie wanted? This weird thing..."

She pulled out something weird, it looked like it was made of pink honey but it was kind of hard, but still very flexible - it was just a foot long stick of something and it looked kind of like a big lollipop without the stick. "That's cool! But shouldn't it be in a wrapper?" Mabel thought that it was either poor quality, or it was some really weird shape they were going with. It was kind of bigger at the top and there were imperfections all throughout it. Maybe candies that big were hard to make all perfect, she really didn't know.

"Yeah, I thought so to... Do you think he'll be able to eat it all? It's so big, I've seen some like five inches long in the market, but this is mad!" She weighed the thing and Mabel felt a bit weird - it really didn't look like any lollipop she was familiar with.

"I mean, it looks really good... But I'll leave it for Bernie, he deserves it." Amber jumped off the bed covered with plushies and left the massive stick of tough jelly on her cupboard. "Hey, wanna check out the game now? I think I might have some alright candies around here, I at least got really hungry again." Mabel still had her doubts but couldn't really see the rod as nothing else than candy so she agreed and forgot about it.