time passes and we reach the moment of hatching

Samus spent the next few days studying the changes in her body and the drone's... at least when the drone didn't insist on a feeding, which happened often. When it refused, it often ended with both of them getting angry, with Samus unleashing her sexy, dominating Hive Queen side, beating and fucking the drone in a cycle that repeated several times throughout the day.

A part of Samus was starting to like this slightly arrogant and dominant side, but she would never admit it to anyone, and only in small doses. However, she was accommodating enough to allow her ungrateful and greedy drone one feeding a day.

As for herself, her body had begun to undergo another surprise change. She had begun to grow, having received confirmation from the computer, her body, having completed the modifications, was now accumulating mass. The computer stated that this was likely due to her nature as a hive queen, who often reached body sizes several times larger than their drones. Samus managed to find a mod to stop this unexpected development, but she was now a head taller than her drone. Her body also underwent a more... natural change due to the continuous formation of milk in her breasts, which had gradually swollen, much to the delight of her annoying milk-grabbing drone.

Unfortunately, despite several days of research, no modification in the archive could bring her back to her normal self. After all, she was the only human-Crozzo hybrid in existence, not to mention the various mutations she'd gotten from accidental events in her career as a bounty hunter. At most, she'd found a mod that would make her a pure human... almost tempting, but that would have made her weak, and as long as Riddley and the space pirates were still around, she'd remain a thought for a possible future retirement plan.

Samus's thoughts then returned to the pirates. After all, she'd been at the station for a long time, and they'd surely been plotting some evil plan to cause harm, yet she still couldn't leave. In the week since she'd defeated the station's boss, she'd gotten an improvement that allowed him to control the production of his eggs, thus preventing him from churning out pseudo-clones of her. But she'd still given birth to the egg inside her abdomen, and now she'd have to be responsible for it.

Samus, with the help of the computer, managed to create an incubation pod, and inside it, a woman almost identical to her, awaited completion of her maturation and indoctrination.

Samus had made sure no crazy notions entered the drone's head; she had managed to create a teaching program that would allow the drone to speak and have a more complete vocabulary than her first daughter... she had thought again, the drones were like daughters; biologically speaking, in a certain sense, they were, but scientifically, it could be defined as a totally insane and illegal science project of which she had been the victim. Furthermore, they were certainly not sweet, defenseless children; they were literally biological weapons according to Bear's plans.

The computer's voice interrupted her reasoning.

Computer: Samus, the drone's artificial gestation phase is complete. It can be released at any time. Both you and your first drone have been informed.

Samus stood up and headed to the lab room where the second drone was waiting to be awakened. At the door, she found her first drone begging the computer to open the door. Luckily, she had ordered the computer to lock down the room. She was confident enough to consider the first drone harmless to her, but she was foolish; who knows what she might have done if left alone with the other drone.

The drone saw her coming.

Drone: Samus! You have to open the door! My little sister is about to be born! Once there are two of us, you won't be able to do anything against us, and we can take your sweet, honeyed milk whenever we want.

Samus: .... sigh.... I'll have to teach you not to blurt out your strange plans out loud (though her queen side loved using these attitudes to find an excuse to teach her a lesson).

Drone: I snort, I don't need to hide anything, open this door.

Samus: This is an important moment, please don't ruin it by doing... you.

Drone: Hey!

Samus: Computer, unlock the lab.

Computer: The door's open, Samus.

The drone rushed inside, followed by Samus, who walked in, calm and dignified compared to her overexcited drone.

The semi-transparent capsule, fogged with humidity, revealed a complete and mature bee-girl drone of Samus. Yet Samus remembered the incident with the poison that had interfered with the egg's creation. Would her drone be born healthy? Would it have mental problems? She already had enough on her plate with her first drone, which was acting at times like a possessive, horny teenager and aspiring rival to Samus.

Samus: Computer, release the drone.

If the drone was healthy, her time on the station would be over. Perhaps she would take the two drones to a space police academy, or entrust them to one of her friends... for a moment the thought of keeping them both close like true daughters and apprentices crossed her mind, but she pushed it away. It wasn't like her to put anyone in danger, and if they were as problematic as she was when she started... a shiver ran down her spine.

The capsule emptied of its nutritional fluids and opened, a figure almost identical to Samus emerged.