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The young daughter queen dashes into the clinic, startling the pretty receptionist behind the desk. Mabel had to cool down and panting she asked the girl: "H-has t-there b-been a boy coming... through here?" The receptionist took a look at her notes and shook her head.

"I-I'm afraid not lady Mabel. H-has someone gone missing?" Mabel didn't want to hear that, she wanted to hear that Robin was ok. "Yes! Oh my... He had pains and now he's gone! I-I have to inform the drone specialist and set up a search party! Do you know where I can find him?" The pretty receptionist told Mabel exactly where his office was and with a quick warming hug Mabel was off again.

After some time Mabel found herself outside the drone wing section of the royal house. It was a bland and soulless building for the drones that had no room to live with their mothers. It had common accommodations for drones' purposes but normally only maids were allowed to visit the building. Mabel was there to talk with the drone specialist and headed right for his office. The building's hallways were bare and striped - a couple of boys passed him, older ones with badges of honor on their chests, nuptial drones. The office was on the second floor and Mabel dared to knock.

"Come in please." Mabel opened the door to find the small but surprisingly stringent drone with his clean suit on and currently filling out paperwork: "Oh, lady Mabel, how have you been? I hope the boys have behaved themselves." Mabel didn't want to get into all that and breathed in and said with tears pouring out again: "R-Robin, he... he is gone! I couldn't find him in the clinic or m-my room. I want you to bring him home, please!" Mabel stepped closer and leaned on the desk. "W-what? Excuse me, my lady... He has ran away? Oh, my lady I'm sorry..."

"Sorry about what? I-it's your job to find him, s-so go!" Mabel took the hand of the drone, desperately pulling on it: "Ah! L-lady! D-drones that run away are not... worth the s-search... Most often they h-have already left the hive. I have to ask y-y-you to let go... Of my hand now..." A clear redness had grown on his cheeks and Mabel let go and covered her mouth:

"S-so... Y-you won't help at all? D-do you think... do you think he left, b-because..." Mabel was a very new mother still but a set-back such as this was a little too much for her, she bursted out crying on the drone specialist's desk.

"Oh dear... C-can I perhaps comfort you, my l-lady? I-I will look around but I have no guarantees of him still being here. H-here..." The boy awkwardly hugged Mabel's side as he held his breath and tried his best to keep his professional composure.

"T-thanks... please find him... I owe him a big h-hug still. Thank you so much drone specialist!" Mabel's hands wrapped around the nervous drone and she squeezed him close as his face was burning red: "Toby.... C-call me T-Toby... Please..." His penis was feeling unbearably sensitive, if this kept going for long it would've been the end for his nuts.

Suddenly Mabel let go and the exhausted well-dressed boy collapsed on the floor while Mabel wiped her eyes and helped him back on his wobbly feet: "Please tell me as soon as you find him. I should... Go take care of the others, bye!" Toby hugged himself and bit his lip as the warmth on his skin was still making him too nervous to keep cool: "Y-y-yes lady Mabel... of course." He sat back down and looked down at the papers. Mabel could almost hear his brain working out a math problem and she knew when it was a good time to leave, drones were just so sensitive to normal things like hugs...

On the way back Mabel saw curious groups of workers around the wasps, it looked weird and angry shouts could reach her ears as the people seemed quite invigorated. They shouted angry things, stuff about the queen and the wasps - Mabel wanted to get away from those problems, she had three wonderful boys to still look over for.