#bee drone

You had always been curious about the old house on Byron Street. That two-storey mansion that seemed a hundred years old, always abandoned, but never decayed. 

 So, you decided to sneak in one night. Through the garden filled with fragrant wildflowers that seemed overgrown, but not unkempt. Across the creaky veranda with weathered timber boards wider than your hand. Then, through the old oak doors, with their turn-of-the-century stained-glass panelling.

 Standing in the foyer, you smelled sweetness in the stale air, and a low buzzing, like a distant wasp’s nest. Climbing the ornate staircase, you explored the long untouched rooms; a dusty four-post bed with moth-eaten bedcovers, a bathroom whose mould had first built up then died off when the moisture stopped, a dusty closet with a broom that had more cobweb than bristle. The stillness of the air and the quiet of the night was eerie, but you never felt unsafe.

 You headed downstairs and explored there. An old kitchen, long bereft of food, but with dusty spoons in the porcelain sink. A living room with a sofa whose springs had escaped the confines of their cushions. A staircase down into the basement, where the air smelled sweeter and the buzzing seemed louder.

 You silently trod the faded stair-carpet down into a cellar, lined with walls filled with green glass wine bottles, covered in thick heavy dust. A persistent drone filled the air, which vibrated through your whole body. It synchronised with your heartbeat, now starting to quicken, and you felt anticipation rise within you. You saw a hole where the wall in the cellar had collapsed, round, but with straight edges. You walked towards it and placed your hand on the edge of the bricks and felt softness.

Not unpleasant, but a surprised feeling, as you took your hand back. Sniffing it, you realised it smelled like honey. The inhabitants of the house, now not humans, but simple bees. The honey smelled sweet and woody, it took all you had not to lick your hand to taste it.

 Instead, you scraped it off on the corner of another brick and descended into the tunnel. The drone was louder in that tunnel; a low persistent hum, deeper and more resonant than a beehive. The vibration within you felt good and you wanted to see what a bee-filled cellar looked like. 

 The earthen walls of the tunnel began to shine with a welcoming yellow sheen as you trod along. The aroma of the muskiest honey you’d ever smelled tickled your nostrils and crept inside your head. Your breath began to taste sweet as the soil beneath your feet turned to wax.

 The drone grew in volume before the tunnel opened up to a large hexagonal chamber, dripping with honey and jelly. In the centre of the room stood a golden altar, upon which lay the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen.

 A vision of matronly divinity, her belly swollen and her breasts full to burst. Her skin yellow and brown; her hair black but wet with honey, with two antennae poking from up beneath it. The buzzing of her wings caused motes of pollen to float about her like a fragrant powdery halo.

 Surrounding the altar on the floor, a dozen similar women lay on the floor in various intimate positions. Cuddling, kissing, giving each other pleasure, their wings thrumming in resonance. You stood there, transfixed as the rich scent of honey and sex overwhelmed as the buzzing drowned out the thoughts of your mind. There was only the buzz.

 You felt soft hands behind you, removing your top, your hands lifting to help. Then the soft fuzziness of the beegirl hugging you from behind. Tiny hairs brushed up against your bare skin, each one an intimate kiss of sensation.  She slowly pushed you forward and your legs obeyed, drawn towards the altar by the smell of Queen. There were no human words in your mind to describe it, but this woman smelled like a Queen and you were lucky to be in her presence.

 The other girls stopped to look up at you, some of them dripping golden honey from their lips, tilting their heads, black shining segmented eyes curious about their new friend. You knelt before the Queen and felt soft hands stripping you completely. Not even the Queen wears clothes, and you are so far below her.

 She towered over you, and smiled. A supplicant beegirl approached carrying an earthenware pot, head bowed in reverence. The Queen dipped her fingers in and using the jelly, drew a hex on your forehead. 

You felt it soaking into your skin where it joined the sound of the buzzing of your new friends. You felt hands behind you and beside you, rubbing your chest, not erotically, but gently with love. The softest of kisses on your shoulders and neck, as the Queen opened her legs and bid you come forward. 

 You leant towards her and kissed her womb; the fuzz tickled your lips. Such a blessed and holy experience to kiss life itself. You didn't want to return to the dead house above. Here it was warm and kind. 

 The Queen laid a hand on your head and guided you down her body. Your sisters opened their mouths and began to sing in unison, as you placed your mouth to Your Queen and drank from her the sweetest nectar human lips have ever tasted. It ran down your throat and began to change you to the person you were always destined to be.

 That was how you became a drone for your Queen; obedient, loved, and happy.

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And *again*, I will say - wasps are cool insects, they're very skilled creatures and they're obscenely beneficial to nature! In terms of them squatting in my house tho.... Idk like.... I'd prefer flatmates that actually respected my personal space tbh....... Some kinda compromise wouldn't go amiss.

Orthographic sketch of the Bee drone for a friend! He plans on making a 3D model of it soon :D

Revamped my robot girl again. Half of her body is made out of shadows so she should look the part. Included her bee drone too.