Sammy faces Queen, Samus recovers

Sammy approached Samus/Queen. Samus's change reminded her of the first times she'd interacted with her. Later, she'd realized that it was the pheromones that pushed her to behave in a dominant manner, and she'd gradually learned not to show hostility and thus keep Samus herself... at least until she tried to impose herself for her own dose of honeyed milk, where a bit of that arrogant and dominant personality would emerge. When Samus was herself, she'd confirmed that she didn't normally behave like this, but that she partly liked what it entailed, but... now Samus had behaved completely differently than usual. It wasn't as if she were influenced by something, she was simply a different person. The way she'd behaved with her drone sister had given her the shivers, and not in a positive way. She had to admit, she preferred the normal Samus to this domineering and dominant version that somehow reminded her of... herself before she realized she was just an ignorant fool manipulated by a madman.

Sammy was thinking about how to interact with Samus/Queen when Samus noticed her and spoke first.

Queen: You should kneel in the presence of your queen.

Sammy: This seems like a waste of time, Samus, you've become weird, more so than usual when we argue.

Samus/Queen's face showed a look of disgust, anger, and disapproval.

Samus: You dare call me weird! Your queen?!

Sammy: Because you are, you're not yourself, "mum".

Samus/Queen paused for a moment at the comment as if she were having a sudden headache.

Samus/Queen: Is she Queen Mother or just Queen! Don't you dare give me all this intimacy, drone!

Sammy: See?! You didn't call me by the name you gave me! What the hell is wrong with you, Samus?

Samus stood up in a fit of rage.

Queen: You'll stay in your place! Pathetic...

Samus/Queen made as if to slap Sammy, but her hand froze in the air, her arm shaking as if refusing to obey, and something was struggling for control.

Sammy: Samus?

Samus: What am I doing?... What have I done?

Samus pulled her hand back. Samus's face had gone from anger to mortification. Samus had regained control, the rich queen deep in her subconscious.

Sammy: The bitch, you especially treated my "little sister" like some kind of servant... even though I think she liked it, her tastes are strange.

Samus: I... I know... I remember everything I did, but... I wasn't myself... that can't be me! She wanted to hurt you! Because you were disobeying her.

Sammy: While I like it when we have our moments of struggle and pleasure, I can say I don't like the bitch queen side of you. Can't you... can't you erase it?

Samus: I have no idea. I've been having strange thoughts for days, but I didn't expect them to transform into a second personality. I think the federation has **** to combat these mental problems, but they usually affect the clarity, which I can't afford. I think the problem must be solved on a genetic or mental level. I need to gain control of my new instincts, accepting myself as I am now but imposing my will on them.

Sammy: Wait, did you prefer yourself the way you were before?

Samus: I don't like not being in control.

Sammy: .... I think that's something you, me, and Honey have in common. I don't like taking orders from anyone.

Samus: Honey? Fuck, that's true. Why the hell did I give him a name like that? It's a damn lover's nickname! Almost like she was my prostitute.

Sammy: I have no idea what it is, but she seemed to like the name and the role you seemed to have given her. That said, I'm claiming I'm your first lover, there's no arguing with you, Mom.

Samus: Wait, what?

Sammy: What do you mean, what? I'm running out of fingers to count the number of times we've had sex after training.

Samus blushes visibly.

Samus: Are you... keeping count... on your fingers... of that... didn't I ask you to learn math?

Sammy: Yes... it's very boring, I prefer practice. When are you going to get me an armor like yours? It was so cool fighting Bear, I want one too.

Samus: Learn math... you don't know how much information and training it takes just to understand how to read the display. If you get to advanced arithmetic, I'll think about making you an armor.

Sammy: But I don't want to study... Can I bribe you with my honey milk like you bribed me?

Samus raised her eyebrow and gave me a stern, eloquent expression.

Sammy: I bet it's delicious... try it... I want a nice suit of armor with a giant laser cannon, too.

Samus: ...I'm curious, but no, you made too much noise beforehand anyway. We all need to rest. We can talk about this and more later.

Sammy: That wasn't a no.

Then, without giving Samus time to respond, Sammy headed into the room she shared with Honey to rest on their shared mattress.

Honey hugged her and began to grope her and talk to her in her sleep.

Honey: My queen... yes, there... I will always be faithful to you... haaa, punish me...

Sammy stroked her head, while making a thousand assumptions about the direction their strange bee family was going.