Introducing wasps

The horns stopped and through the open door walked a long line of heavily armoured soldiers, all adorning great physical prowess and dangerous-looking curved blades. Wasps, they were all lean and muscular with cold expressions on their hard faces. Mabel had never seen so many in one place and she felt intimidated by them already, wasps were known for their war-mindedness, something Mabel didn't understand. Honey bees never fought wars. The only thing that mattered was the safety of the hive, but going on an offensive felt absolutely unthinkable.

The convoy made way for a carriage which was clearly wasp-design with its practical shape and sharp edges. Out of it stepped a tall, short haired woman with a clean dark red tailcoat and grey officer's trousers. She wore high boots and white gloves and an odd necktie which Mabel had not seen before, but it's simplicity made her think that it was probably common. "Welcome to Pollensville, lady Belen. A member of the Vespis -family is most welcome to my hive. Please, your business here is well respected and will be met with luxury and security."

The queen said from her seat which happened to be not far from where Mabel was standing. The wasp woman, Mabel's mother addressed as Belen made a stiff bow and locked her hands behind her back as she announced to everyone: "While not commonplace, the Crushgrove empire has found interest in making contact with Pollensville for the upcoming winter and the cold days it brings. It is an honor to feel welcome in your great hive, queen Jubilee." The wasp ambassador, while all proper and stiff as a stinger, had multiple tribal-looking piercings on her face and ears. Mabel thought that wasps were all brutes with little intelligence, but it appeared that some of them were both - she just wanted to retreat back in her quarters away from this awfully scary situation.

"Yes yes. Please join me in the tea room just there. I would like to discuss these subjects in more detail." The queen spoke and got up. She went in the fancy room nobody ever used just next to the main hall.

The ambassador turned 90 degrees and walked towards the tea-room, two guards flanking her. Suddenly Beatrice pushed Mabel aside and made her way to the ambassador. Her guards were told to wait as the ambassador shook hands with Beatrice and they entered the room together. Mabel always knew her sister was in cahoots with the wasps, she was probably half one herself. Abigail, her oldest sister looked distraught, her face was pale and her clean yellow robes looked wishy-washy on her although her posture was the same confident straight back - somehow Mabel felt bad for her, but for no good reason really.

Then the young queen saw a peculiar sight. In the tea room went four drones, all black haired and all with very similar haircuts. They were Beatrice's drones, that Mabel could deduce from the way they all walked unnaturally and how their faces were intense and eyes blank, staring in the distance. They were all pretty and kind to everyone, but something felt very wrong about them to Mabel and to Abigail apparently as she leaned forward and lost her great posture: "Those poor boys... Oh, Mabel. How did it go? The first night is probably the hardest. But isn't it just great to stand by their bedside and tuck them in, ahh... I should make a new drone again..." Abigail always treated her drones like larva, how she could pull it off made Mabel respect her a little more. But it was then that the young daughter queen remembered.

Mabel's eyes went wide, Robin! "Oh dear! I forgot! Robin... he must be!" Mabel blurted out and nervously looked around as everyone else stood still: "Sister dear, did something happen perhaps? With your boys? Please tell me." Abigail sounded very concerned suddenly and Mabel was glad but hesitant: "Oh, he uhh... he was feeling unwell this morning. I was supposed to send him to the clinic... but... oh dear, what have I done, the poor thing..." The older sister got closer and looked at Mabel with an arched brow: "You can't be serious! Mabel... what was it, tell me. I swear to goddess if it was his groin..."

The younger sister felt like her stomach was turning upside down: "Y-yes... Abigail, please, it was an accident, I'm sure he was j-just c-..." She had thought Robin had probably lost control sleeping next to her, she didn't quite believe that he felt so sorry for himself yet. "This is horrible! How can you... Well, he must be in pain. Where did he ejaculate, the bed, the toilet? You have to make it clear to those boys that places like that are not safe-havens to do it." Mabel wanted to curl up into a ball and die: "M-my vagina.... he came there..." The older sister looked into Mabel's eyes and her face was pure confusion: "Y-you do not say... he... **** you? But... oh my goddess. I am sorry, please go... he needs to go through the surgery but I will come visit him. Such a brave boy that one, you are lucky dear sister."

She smiled and stood back straight again as Mabel felt even more confused. She made a quick escape and headed right for her room where three boys met up with her: "Where's Robin?! He has to go to the clinic right now!" Mabel's voice was shaky and unsure, the three boys all had their eyes looking at the floor: "What? Where is he?" The oldest drone said with a small voice: "Robin... w-was feeling unwell so he went there already... b-but he pushed me aside when I tried to tell him that he shouldn't hurry... Did I do well? He shouldn't go alone, should he? Drones aren't supposed to leave..."

Mabel's world was about to collapse, she had to find that boy and she had to apologize. She threw her half coat aside not caring that her half nude body was now all on show for the skittish drones. She took a heavy coat from the hangers and told everyone to wait and to take a few honey candies if they want - she had to know that Robin was and she used her strong wings to fly there fast enough to make her eyes dry from the air hitting her face so hard.