the new drone is loyal... and very dominant

The new drone was identical to the first. The way it emerged from the pod reminded Samus of how the first drone had approached to fight her, but she didn't sense any hostility in its eyes; rather, it was trying to assess the situation.

Samus was considering how to approach it, and meanwhile, the first drone made its first move.

As if in a hurry to beat her to it, the first drone ran up to the first drone and spoke in one breath.

Drone1: Hi! I came before you, so I'm your superior! You can call me... the first! Help me, and together we can have Samus's infinite supply of honeyed milk wherever and whenever we want it!

Samus sighed as she put a hand to her face. Once again, her first drone had shown its recklessness and stupidity. Basically, he was right in front of her, and he proposed to the new drone that they collaborate to get...

Samus's internal monologue was interrupted by the sound of a bang on the wall, which **** Samus back to look at the situation, leaving her stunned.

The new drone had pushed the first one against the glass wall of the capsule. Their bodies were just inches apart. The upper left hand was holding the first clone's chin, the hands of the lower limbs were resting on the first drone's pelvis, pinning her against the wall. The last hand was playfully roaming the first drone's abdomen.

Drone2: So, you're not loyal to our queen? What could I do to a traitor like you?

Drone1: What are you doing? I don't...

The second drone burst in, moving its head to its side and then bit its ear erotically.

Samus noticed that the drone was keeping its eyes fixed on her, as if it expected something from her, perhaps a sign of recognition of her loyalty or approval of her actions.

Samus: Drone, get away from... your sister. She's already been punished for her... disloyalty, and I'm working on re-educating her, even though the results so far are rather disappointing.

The second drone didn't immediately detach itself from the first, but leaned in close again to whisper something. Samus's senses barely picked up the words.

Drone2: I'll eat you another time, big sister, and then we'll see who's on top of who.

The first drone found the strength to react, red with both anger and embarrassment, and pushed the second drone back.

Drone1: What the hell is wrong with you?

Once the second drone was pushed away, he ignored her, turned to Samus, and began walking toward her. His gaze revealed something she wasn't used to: desire... she'd seen someone approach her with ulterior motives before. She'd seen a similar look in the first drone, but this was on a whole other level; the drone was looking at her in a predatory manner.

Samus: What are you doing?

The second clone, still completely naked, leaned on her. He was a head lower, but standing on tiptoe, she rested her head on his chest, while he wrapped his left arms around her in a hug, and caressed her with his right.

Drone2: My queen... no, Mother, I'm at your disposal for anything, I can satisfy your every whim and perform any... task... you... desire.

Samus sensed her drone's seriousness, a pure loyalty mixed with a desire to please her. The repressed queen inner self felt flattered by the drone's loyalty and her... willingness to make herself available, but the real Samus, or at least her personality as she recognized herself, was terrified. Not that her expression had changed; she had learned never to show fear on her face. Not only did she have no idea how to handle this drone, even more problematic than the first, but she had called them sisters, and therefore indirectly her daughters. Furthermore, if she entrusted this pervert who was almost identical to her to anyone... she would die of embarrassment! She had ****... she would take them both with her.