The good, the bad and the adorable

Mabel had not yet, but would soon learn lots of important information, some less important. Hours went by, and Mabel started getting the hang of juggling between four boys - she was not yet quite experienced enough though.

“Robert is gay! He looked at my butt just now, Mabel! Hang this pervert from his ballsack!” Rabbie the rude drone teased, making the poor long-haired boy cry and resulting in him crawling on Mabel’s lap again.

“Rabbie! What kind of language is that?! You are a full grown drone, apologize to Robert, right now!” Mabel petted the sobbing boy and kept an eye on Robin, the youngest one, who was busy scrubbing windows squeaky clean. He seemed as miserable as ever - as talkative as a pretty flower.

“Fine… sorry, faggot!” Rabbie laughed his bratty snicker. Mabel rolled her eyes and made Robert get off her so she could teach the misbehaving drone some manners. “May I…” It was Reuben, the best behaved one: “May I take a candy from the box? They… look really good!” Mabel smiled and took Rabbie’s wrist as he whined and flipped off Robert who was currently hiding under a blanket, scared of course. Mabel was confused, did Rebecca really bring these drones up this poorly? They act like immature larvae!

“Aunt! Aunt! I can’t reach it, a-and we shouldn’t fly in the house, right? May I use a stool?” Mabel stopped and held her head as Robert cried, Rabbie pulled on her hand and Reuben asked about everything. “Everyone! Calm… down…” Mabel tried, but then Rabbie got loose and ran right for Robert who screamed and as the other boy jumped on the chair it tripped over making both of them fall down with a loud thump. Reuben also let go of the stool, startled by the commotion and made even more noise.

“AAHH! Robert, come here! Reuben, please just fly for goodness' sake! Rabbie, stay still, you are coming with me!” Mabel was frustrated and angry, she took Robert in her arms and kissed his cheek as he seemed to be almost in the middle of a panic attack: “Are you ok? It's alright now. No need to be worried anymore… Would you like to stay with me for the day? Even… even in the shower? Maybe you would feel better that way?”

The drone looked at Mabel with a distant gaze and nodded with a slight smile. Mabel was happy to make his mood a little better, but there was no changing Rabbie. “Aunt? Why do I gotta follow you around now? This is sucks, I wanna go play with the boys outside…” He stayed down biting his teeth and Mabel, too bothered to care, took him by the antenna and dragged him to the master bedroom.

“AUNTIE! NO! NO! IT HURTS! A DAMMIT!” He whined as Mabel let go and sat him down on the bedside. The toned but juvinile drone looked strong and breedable, but for once Mabel wanted nothing more than for him to act like a bee should.

“Young man! I have never seen such a bad behaved drone! Do you think it’s funny? Do you think less of Robert? Well? You never listen to me, you slap my rump like a pervert… Do you want to be like that before your nana? Understand that everyone else here is acting far better than you are. What are you getting at?” Mabel held Rabbie’s arms tightly together as a kind of intimidation method. As fit as Rabbie was for a drone, Mabel was a daughter queen and much stronger than he was.

“Robert is a big sissy! He deserves to get treated like that! He doesn’t play ball and always cries and is annoying. And he has a huge tool too! He has an ugly face and girly hair!” Rabbie said boldly and Mabel had no other choice than to give the boy a little slap on his antennae. “AH! T-that hurt… ok, I won’t call him a sissy anymore… but he is still weird and super girly. How can he be like that… I want long hair too, why can’t I have long hair, huh?”

Mabel unpinned her own hair for reference: “Here, get a feel, don’t pull or I have to give you another slap.” The boy took a handful of the dark rich hair and got a blush: “See? It’s different with us daughter queens, you just can’t have very much hair because it’s super hard to wash then and nobody likes a dirty drone.” She sat next to him and let him play with her hair as she explained: “Right now in Pollensville drones are supposed to not really be as desirable as us daughter queens. You realize that you are handsome, right? Maybe once a long time ago boys had more power, but now boys are really just supposed to be like the queen says they should.”

Suddenly the boy touched Mabel’s cleavage, and dug his finger in: “It’s so pretty… Boys are not as pretty as mommies. You have these…. They make my junk feel funny.” He just gently ran his finger over Mabel’s chest as she tried to contain any sudden bursts of arousal: “You know why Robert has long hair, right? He has that bruise on his neck. You are lucky to not have that, he says it still hurts sometimes. S-stop touching me there, please…” Mabel looked at the drone and he stopped blushing and smiling a dumb smile.

The rest of the evening went better and Mabel was glad to go on a short fly with the melancholic Robert. She tried to talk casually about fun things but the drone was far too interested in Mabel’s choice of flying pants: “Your b-butt looks yummy…” He said distantly as he clumsily flew by her. “W-what? W-what do you mean dear Robert?” They turned from a road and Robert looked very noticeable between Mabel’s legs which made her bothered enough to stop.

“No! You can’t do that out here in public! Do you understand that any sexual behavior out here is strictly forbidden? You can’t look at my butt like that, you just can’t. Back home you can do whatever you wish, here you better focus on the flying.” She crossed her arms and Robert nodded, not blushing one bit. “I want a big butt too, so I can birth lots of eggs, without it hurting…”

Mabel winced and just stayed quiet as the weird drone followed her and all the way back home, staring at her backside making the young daughter queen feel unbelievably uncomfortable - it was tradition that mother was to fly and walk before her drones. She even took a shower with Robert who didn’t even show any sign of arousal while Mabel couldn’t take her eyes off the massive 11 centimeter giant he carried just between his legs.

“Aunt Mabel has a much better body than Rebecca. You have a honey-comb abdomen.” Robert noted and Mabel hid her breasts and most of her body ashamed to be this close to a pervert: “I-I work out… that’s all. Rebecca is beautiful in other ways. And you are a handsome boy just because of it, never forget that.” Robert’s long black hair was wet and on his left shoulder - under the hair Mabel could see that ugly bruise he got from apparently something regarding football, Rebecca and a freaking spear of all things.

By the time they got back, the quarters appeared silent. Indeed, it was bedtime for drones. Mabel set Robert to sleep and breathed out exhausted. It was then when she heard a small voice: “Uh… you didn't ask, but wasn’t I supposed to sleep with you tonight? I don’t care really…” It was the young Robin with a pretty light honey-colored drone’s nightgown. Mabel shut her eyes and bit her teeth - does it ever stop?!