Seven to three just like that

A day passed and it was almost as nothing had changed, at least everyone acted as such. The breakfast table felt so empty now, empty rooms lined the corridor Mabel used to silently cross to not disturb her sisters beyond, now she lived on the other side of the hallway, Beatrice and Abigail somewhere on the other side, a set of empty quarters in between, only then her room. The workers did good work on adding rooms to Mabel's quarters, the doors seemed always off to the young daughter queen, she found it weird that now not one but four totally unfamiliar drones were moving in with her - Rebecca's kids.

Mabel griefed the first day and drank so many glasses of wine that she passed out eventually on her bed. She had found an anklet, a small piece of jewelry Rebecca had left behind as she had left so suddenly - something even the maids confiscating her things had missed, something Mabel wore with pride. The next day she decided to simply stop crying and chose a cute and fun light blue dress with simple strings going over her shoulders. She put some light shoes on and went on a nice little fly before going to the shower and after that Mabel felt better.

She had had all the time in the world to read parenting guides, but in reality she had no idea of how boys act, who they even are - they are not her own boys, just nephews. Mabel wanted to not stress about it now and flew back to her recently finished new quarters, the royal drone specialist was waiting for her, a grey serious looking woman with round glasses: "Lady Mabel, congratulations with your new additions to the family. I am the royal drone specialist." She was sitting comely on an armchair, her brown and greying hair on a professional bun and a professional suit concealing any little sign of feminine shapes: "Let me walk you through the most recent additions to your quarters. I am also obliged to show you the functions of a drone water closet, for your information, my lady."

Mabel hated to have her slowly improving mood get ruined by this broad, but she had **** than to follow her. There was a little four-section room with nice plasma-lights on the corners: "Well, that's modern. Doesn't fit at all..." Mabel said sarcastically as the room smelled of fresh furniture and sawdust. "These additions come from the royal catalogue. You did have the right to effect these additions, yet you did not wish to take part. This was the best fitting, let me assure you." The specialist corrected and fixed her glasses and opened the first door and showed the room without going inside.

"This is a laundry and dryer closet for drone clothes, they are thought to use it effectively without your help." Mabel saw two tightly crammed in machines on top of each other and felt weird: "Why can't they just wash their clothes with mine? It's not like they will make my clothes smell or anything. This... elitist bullshit is really getting on my nerves." Mabel said frustrated which the woman answered passively to: "It is because of drones possibly smelling of, my lady, your clothes. You must understand that some royal perfumes tend to be... potent in smell. If a drone's article of clothing would smell of that, it would be improper, would it not? And... in some cases it has proved to be enough to make them even ejaculate prematurely." The specialist closed the door and entered the next room while Mabel tried to shake off the blush on her cheeks.

"Here is the living quarters of your new four drones. As you can tell, there is yet room for two more on those beds there." She pointed to the other side of the hexagonal room and Mabel leaned on the door frame and looked around bored - the beds looked small and pretty, but thin and far apart from each other. "Why can't they sleep in one or two bigger beds? I'm sure they'd want to feel warm together." Mabel pointed out and the architect turned her head with a frown: "Drones are not to sleep with one another, did you read any guidebooks, at all? The heating in this room should do, otherwise you can invite them to your bed, of course." She opened a wardrobe next to one of the beds. "For clothes. Every drone can organize their personal belongings here. There's an iron and a board for it which they know how to use. There, questions?"

Mabel wanted it to be over with and said nothing so the tight-assed woman walked back to the four-section room and opened the last door, which opened up a little wc. "A sink, a simple shower and the toilet, I advise you to come in for I will show you how it is operated." Mabel had no idea why the functions of a toilet would have to be explained to her and walked in frustrated. It looked like any normal toilet, nothing weird in it what-so-ever. "Now, it is important that you see this on the first try, I-I will demonstrate." The architect unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants and let them drop to the ground. Mabel was surprised to find a bulge in his panties: is he a drone? "Ehh... you could've fooled me." Mabel blushed as suddenly the older drone started looking a lot cuter than what she had thought of the older woman earlier.

"Yes, I am a male, anyways... Here I remove my underwear..." He pushed down his white lacy panties revealing a very normal 7 cm penis erect and appealing to Mabel: "Now I sit down and this you have to teach to your drones. It is important for you to be the one to tell them. Look, my penis won't aim down towards the bowl, see?" Mabel looked into the older drone's green eyes suddenly nervous - he was twice Mabel's age but still such a cutie. "Y-yeah... you would pee on the floor..." Mabel watched as the specialist reached down and pulled a curious hose from under the toilet, it was flexible and the end had a weird rubbery seal. "You have to make it clear to your boys that this is not a vagina, it is a urine conduit. I...I... can you not watch as I do it, please?" He asked with his serious but weak voice.

Mabel **** her eyes off the drone's cock and bit her index finger to make the blood go somewhere other than her face. The boy pushed the urine conduit on his penis letting out a little and a controlled moan. "T-there, I d-do not often do it in direct sight of a queen, so t-that's why... a-anyways... It is now over my penis, the seal will keep the urine from leaking all over me or the floor. Now I pee... uh... well..." He blushed and Mabel felt so weird but tried to think of other things as the boy sits there with the conduit on his cock. "D-done... so, now I will simply detach the urine conduit and wash it with the bidet here..." He took the bidet shower and put on a more powerful directed mode and with shaky hands he cleaned the conduit by just holding the water on the hole. Mabel had a lot of questions, the first and most obvious being why they couldn't just stand and pee by slightly tilting their penises down? Was that too highly of them?

"Everything else is common between sexes, I-I will not demonstrate that... the bidet shower is used for that... I will excuse myself now... please..." The specialist pulled up his pants and ran out with a hopeless cry and Mabel was left disturbed and very unsure about this whole having boys thing. She had to wait a painful hour until the door opened and maids carrying boxes started pouring in. Four drones also came in at the very end when the maids had all left, all boys very shy and staying bundled up together. Mabel only saw them in the corner of her eye and could hardly move as she felt still very unprepared - those maternal guidebooks would've really helped now.