Future awaits

Mabel, the new caretaker of three drones, spent a little more time mostly showing around her quarters to the boys - the boys were all happy to find places where they would be helpful. The young daughter queen left the oldest one, Reuben, to get familiar with her small kitchen area and showed Rabbie, the difficult one, and Robert, the silent one, where the laundry rooms and bedrooms were. While she was busy with all that the fourth and youngest drone was off to the cleaning closet. When she saw him next he was scrubbing the floor in the bathroom - Mabel was not sure what to think.

"Uhh... Robin... you don't have to do all that now. Maybe... after dinner would be better." Mabel did not have any idea what to say, and the miserable drone just looked up at her with a bitter face and got back to scrubbing the floor, rubber gloves on and a pin keeping his skirt from getting wet on the floor his butt was up and made Mabel have conflicted thoughts.

She decided to let it rest and was happy to see Reuben, her oldest drone, smiling and standing up all proper in the living room with a gorgeous black dress with even a rose petal on the right shoulder, giving the dress a certain look of pulchritude. "It is beautiful! Was this from mother? I love it." Mabel felt the fabric and found Reuben blushing and adorably switching in place: "N-no, not at all.... It is mo... I mean Rebecca's favorite dress, only adjusted for your size, w-with bigger uhh…” He looked up red and for a second his eyes dove a bit down, but soon resurfaced:

“C-c-cup size and general adjustments... l-like the h-hip area... nghaaa!" The boy sat down and breathed so heavily that Mabel got a little scared, but then she remembered that the boys must be still trying to adjust to the change of losing their biological mother and get her as a substitute - she had to remember that. She also had to remember that boys were taught to never show their strength, rather to rely on their mother for help, even though drones were generally stronger than most workers.

Mabel would've normally just pulled off her current clothes, the light blue dress with the simple strings going over her shoulders. Now though she felt compelled to strip in a closed off room away from all these boys buzzing around. She did her preparations quickly and found the dress to fit perfectly, it didn't show any cleavage or thighs, it was classy and comfortable and even warm somehow. Mabel waved to the drones she saw on the way out and felt her headache finally ease down, she arrived at the dining room on time.

"And thus my third little princess arrives, splendid! Excuse my forwardness dear daughters, but I have a great announcement to make!" Jubilee, the supreme ruler of Pollensville said with her big voice. In the room sat Abigail with her new hair-cut, a light honey color and just slightly shorter with a bit of curl on the ends.

Beatrice had still her long wavy black hair on the side like she was used to - Mabel found her to look less malicious than she often appeared, weirdly enough. The youngest daughter sat down and the queen started her announcement as Mabel helped herself to a tasty cinnamon roll.

"It has come to my attention that the unfortunate egg that suffered, that was violated so awfully, is to hatch in just two days time! After all the tragedy in this house, I am glad to welcome a new daughter to the high life of a Pollensville bee. The life offered by me, the life for which you thank me each and every day, my dear daughters." The queen wore a golden robe with a white scarf - most likely spider-made. Mabel was not going to disrespect Rebecca's sacrifice by feeling bad for herself because of the accident: she was now long past that, she had four boys to take care of, that was to be enough.

After the dinner Mabel was about to return to her room, not before her oldest sister managed to touch her shoulder and ask: "How is it? The thought of living with boys, I mean." She looked different with her new hair color, but Mabel could still see her sister was truly curious and answered while the maids carried the leftover food and empty plates and such away: "I suppose I will have to know how it develops. You had... uhh, how many now?" Mabel had not cared about it before, but now some reference was most welcome.

"Fifteen. Really, I am sure you have your hands full already, do not worry, they are very independent when you get to know them. I actually had just one for the longest time. He unfortunately ejaculated by accident when giving a full-body massage, such a tragedy. I just called him Tebbie. Sorry... I suppose just remember to give them that blindfold..." She sighed and Mabel felt compelled to comfort her sister who briefly looked up and turned around. "Give them chode massages. You didn't hear this from me, just do it." Abigail flew away and Mabel returned to her quarters wondering what a "chode" was exactly.