in the mind of the queen

Queenie nods as she steps up to you, holding your face. "Very well. But this may get... involved," she urges. You feel a tickling sensation at your scalp as her antennae brush at your hair. You look up and she taps you on the nose, getting you to look back. "Eyes on mine," she says, her big almost eyes gazing into yours. You feel like you hear a faint buzzing as her wings flicker subtly. "Smell is just one of the few methods of communication we have. Dance, song, gestures... I think that as the queen I can immerse you in it."

You raise your eyebrows. "You think so?"

"If I can't, you won't feel a thing," she assures. Before you can think too hard about that, the world changes. Everything gets a gold tint at first, then becomes a series of angular shapes. Things fade and change until you find yourself in what you recognize as a huge honey comb or a beehive, or some combination of them. You see Queenie still in front of you, letting go of your face... but also another behind her. Looking around, you see hundreds of Queenies, seemingly identical in everything from her upright posture, curvy hips, and out-thrust breasts.

"What's all this?" you asked vacantly, looking around at them.

"I'm attuned to your mind. I control every piece of it right now, and you're quietly sitting in your chair." Queenie chuckles softly. "Good thing you trust me, right?" If it's a test of some kind, you think you pass as you nod. It wasn't so flashy, but she did the same thing to you earlier, really. "Think of it as a symbol. I am the hive. Without me, they all perish and fail. I lead and control them with perfect synchronization, because they are me and mine." You feel her tits push into your back even though she's in front of you, realizing one of the other Queenie's moved in on you and hugged around your waist, kissing at your ear. Another comes and hugs into your side, rubbing a dainty hand over your crotch. A third comes to kiss your lips while the first Queenie keeps talking. "See what your queen can do for you... your body and your senses," she smiles as she watches her doubles **** you and you let yourself succumb to them. "Be welcomed by my swarm."

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