Double the fall

Mabel reached the top of the stairs, it was cold in the higher floors as not very many people ever had business up around here. Mabel felt somehow weird - it was not common to dine up here in the sun room of all places. Mabel took note of the silence around there too, not a single sign of any number of people around the place. Mabel tried to smell the air, but found only the intense scent of her mother and some fading smells that could just be the workers buzzing around the house.

The young daughter queen remembered visiting the sun room once before, it was to nominate her close friend Bianca as the head nurse - Mabel fell in love with the circular, beautiful room with it's painted walls depicting the history of the hive: even her own birth was depicted at the very end of the long mural. Mabel tried to find comfort for her nervousness from the maid, but the girl stayed emotionless and said with a softer voice to not make it echo: "Miss, our queen waits for you inside. I will escort you back to your room after the queen's business has concluded, my best wishes, miss Mabel."

A dozen or so minutes ago a pair of girls stood right where Mabel would stand, their lean bodies covered in an uncomfortable, but stylish translucent rubbery, skin tight suits and loose strip silk snaking around, hiding everything that was apporiate. Berkley had already humped her sister in that tight bodysuit and now she at least felt most confident with eating even such a daring outfit on.

Her twin sister, Bexley had been quite withdrawn ever since her boy had been sent to the clinic. She had gotten better after what her sister did to her just before with the suits, and now held Kelly's hand and took comfort in her big presence. Their maids waited outside and the twins stepped inside the sun room where the queen had been waiting for a while already for her daughters.

Bexley looked around and a cold chill raised on her forehead as she saw a drone in the middle of the room, sleeping. Her sister saw him too, but was more curious to not find the others inside yet, only the huge presence of their mother. She was kneeling over the boy, touching his neck and curly hair: "Good day, please, feel free to step into the sunlight, that is the function of this room. Did you know, I actually reinvented the way the light pours in before you were born? There were leaves and small branches blocking some of the sunlight, so I had them cut off and made this room more fitting of its name."

The queen had a thick fur coat on, which was most likely badger. It made the queen's figure reassemble more that of a mountain than the luscious bee she was. The twins made both a curtsey and Bexley could not help but ask: "Mother, is he alright? Why is he like that?" Her sister tightened her grasp on Exy's hand and bit her teeth, the queen took note of the twins' shyness.

"He had enough, let's say. Boys can withhold only so much before they get like this. This one, Benny, I call him, he needs rest, would you mind and pull him to the side? I want him to not disturb the upcoming daughters too much, and having him as the center-piece of this great room would be unfitting, would it not? Come on, you are young and have more flexible backs, lift him away from the light, would you?" Jubilee the supreme ruler of the hive stood up and Berkley had no other choice than to lift the boy up with her sister's help and carry his limp sleeping body to the cooler shadow at the edge of the round room.

"He looks so bad! Oh dear... W-why is h-his manhood... it is peeking out from under his skirt..." Bexley fixed that by gently slipping the poor boy's erect 4 inch cock under his white boyish skirt. "Oh, that. He had some problems with that earlier, anyways." The queen leaned on a support pillar and stared at the twins with her piercing golden eyes: "I don't think you two did it, I really don't. But... what pains me is... that it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that. You... rebel, against me. Like a larva who doesn't want cinnamon jelly, but apple jelly. Really? My children, my dear princesses doing what? Touching each other? Refusing to even consider doing it with a boy like is right! You refuse the world you live in! What do you say as your defence?"

The queen rose her voice making Bexley burst into tears making Kelly lose her firm stand and having to comfort her weaker sister: "We do not have anything to tell you. You are just wrong, that is the truth! We refuse your world, we do not wish to follow your rule because we happen to be daughter queens. Have you looked outside? There's bees like us all around Pollensville, we are not an anomaly!" Exy eased her crying enough to squeek and shook her frustrated sister trying to make her stop saying dangerous things.

The queen stayed silent for a bit and then reached for her pocket and pulled out a jar of common everyday honey. She opened the lid and took a bit of it and tasted it: "This is just some normal honey. It tastes like how cheap honey would. Like garbage, like inferiority, the factories of the underhive make this shit, it is... common. Here, taste it, it's dinner time anyways." The queen chucked the jar to Berkley who managed to take it and shared a little glob of the cheap food with her sister - it was below royal standards and Kelly wanted to spit it out but just swallowed it and squeezed the jar with slowly building anger.

"It is not refined, not perfect by any means. Then, I have this..." The queen pulled out a fancier jar with honey inside. "This is what we eat, what all of us love! Hmm, excuse me tasting a bit." The tall queen poured some of the perfectly golden and homogeneous food on her finger and took it in her mouth: "Yes, indeed most delicious. Then, what separates this from what you are holding? What is it? Quality? Know-how in the production? Maybe the flowers the nectar is harvested from? Maybe the fact that I want this one to be perfect.... In the span of my time here as the queen, here in the hive, I have asked for not only good work, but perfection. This honey is just that, no bumblebee or wasp could even hope to meet this standard, not even another honey bee population, why? It is because it is my handiwork! You two! You are too my handiwork!"

The queen stood up and emptied the whole jar in her mouth. She moaned from the brilliant taste and threw it to the side shattering the glass. Exy and Kelly felt scared and the blonde held her sister weeping as their mother loomed over them casting a shadow over them: "Why are you like this? What did I do wrong? You truly ruin me, you ruin my image. How can I seek perfection when what I most closely treasure is wrong? My own girls perverted and twisted in their mind. I want you both to pack up your things as you are leaving to a house I prepared for your needs. You will never see me again like this, you will live in my total control. Would you set up whatever kind of public event promoting homosexuality, it will result in both your deaths. Am I being clear enough, my dears? Now, please, you are still my girls, I birthed you into this world, I love you and want the best for you, but this house is weak with your kind in it. Accept my embrace as just that, my love."

The queen smiled her motherly smile, got down on her knee and opened her coat to get some skin-on-skin contact - she wore nothing underneath that. The twins could not move and their mother's warm body wrapping around them made first Exy blush as the perfect massive breast was pressed on her - she wanted to not think of it like she would normally, but her vagina still drooled as did her sister's. Their mother knew the effect her body made on her daughters and enjoyed that moment as a little taste of what lesbian connection felt like, she hated it thoroughly and pulled back covering her body back up.

The twins both felt the raising, impossible arousal of their mother's mixture of absolute beauty and select powerful pheromones. The girls hugged eachother still while their mother moved to the other side of the room back towards them - she couldn't understand this lesbian thing at all and used that thought to fill her next command: "Leave now! I have had enough of this ugliness. The maids will lead you out." The sisters left tears in their eyes back to their room.