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I was taken aback by the brazenness of these drones. There they were, in the middle of this castle of constant work. They all were relaxing, improving themselves, enjoying food, and comparing dick sizes. And there I was, thinking I knew everything about bees.

"A virgin queen, you say?" I asked. I had to admit that the idea was quite interesting.

"Yeah, bro," said a drone. "We're about to head out towards the Great Tree colony together. That colony's been giving mad signals lately that they're ready to go."

I grabbed the first drone by the shoulders, shaking him, not carrying that his dick was rubbing up on me. Real men don't worry about that. What's the matter if dicks rub between bros? "You sure there's a virgin queen at the Great Tree, bro?"

His antennae popped up at my enthusiasm. "Bro, You coming with? Those queens are freaky during the nuptial, and they might even be down for some interspecies. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, bro."

I had been harboring disdain for these bees, Eshere, put off by their solidarity of mind and believing that every bee was part of one great colonial system working towards some machine-like goal. But, no matter my thoughts or feelings towards these or any other bee, I knew I couldn't squander this opportunity because the Great Tree Colony is the colony that used to be my larval home.

I followed the drones as they marched toward the hive's entrance, waving toward their worker sisters, stretching and flapping their wings in anticipation.

Many more drones came out of the cells and followed us as we walked out of the entrance and spread our wings, buzzing along and casting a shadow together. All the while, though, I kept my eye on them. They were taking me far from Tik Tik, but they offered me something I had not thought I could have in my entire life. That thing, of course, was catharsis.

We passed over the Floral Forest and soon made it toward Towering Trees. I recognized them as part of the horizon of my youthful home, but we were not near the Great Tree. Instead, more drones buzzed around us, nodding and greeting their fellow drones in what I assume is the traditional greeting practice.

"Yooo, Mountain Fortress! Haven't seen you in a while. Thought you dudes were getting too old!" said one boisterous bee.

"Fat chance, Farm Hive!" our crew leader shouted. "The girls back home are actually about to swarm soon."

"That's gonna be some sweet queen pussy soon, dude!" Farm Hive's leader says. "Can't wait for that new queen to emerge. You know Seaside Shack is rarin' to pump Great Tree, right?"

I flew up between the two of them and said. "So, you're saying that we're meeting a virgin queen and all, but there is one thing I want to know: What happened to the old one?"

They both looked at me and shrugged.

"Dunno, bro," said our drone leader. "But after today, this one will have enough sperm to pop out tons of new workers. And when she's feeling horny again, she'll pop out a bunch of drones." He says this, patting his chest with his masculine pride, "no matter if she's got the juice left in her or not."

"Wait, are you saying the queen births you drones without a father? You guys are seriously just the queen's sex drive?"

"Hell yeah, brother! More like for the colony. We live, breathe and eat to do this thing."

"Well, then," says Farm Hive, extending a hand. "May the best drones plow her hard and fill her up!"

There was much boasting and buzzing around, and the drones everywhere were so loud. How could this small group of buzzing bros be so loud when the entire colony worked quietly? How could the loud noise be so much more interesting than the monotony of the girls in the colony?

How could I wish for a life where all I was born to do was have sex? I'm a hero!

The party was so loud that it took me a few times to hear something. It was the sound of a drone out on the edge of our cloud calling to the others. "Dudes! She's here!"

I flitted past the buzzing dudes who hyped themselves with dicks out and chanting. I made it to the front, fluttering closer to the upcoming swarm, where workers armed with wax spears watched me as a slender, tall figure flew between them.

The virgin queen held up her hand, and the others stopped. She flitted up to me, a smirk on her face. "Oh bee, oh by..." she said, chuckling closer to me. "You're one of those little beetle boys mother told me all about.

"I'm not just a beetle boy," I said, clenching my fist. "I'm the beetle boy your mother tormented when your colony first moved to my home."

"Oh bee, oh by..." she said again, leaning back in her flight, crossing one leg over the other. She stroked her fingers over her mouth, tilting her head. "And what are you doing here on my nuptial flight? Are you attempting to get back at mother through me? You're surrounded by all these strapping young drones ready to pump me through with semen and my sisters, ready to die for my impregnation. What exactly are you hoping to accomplish, little boy!"

"I am not a boy!" I shouted, my voice echoing, lowering the volume of the constant droning as everyone hovered in place, watching me.

"I am a beetle man and a gentlebug."

I can't tell you anymore, Eshere. I really can't. I'm sorry, but I'm sure Tik Tik will understand if I end the story here. You can fill in the blanks, I'm sure.

--Eshere's note. I can indeed fill in the blanks, but I'm sure you want a full report on things. Allow me some time to milk the information out of Cynwrig, and I can recount everything with perfect accuracy.