Chapter 3

I get ready for my date. I put on black fish nets. I put on a pretty dress. The skirt was yellow but the corset like top part of it was black with careful golden threading in it. I put my hair down and put drops a ball of honey on the ends of my black heels with yellow fuzzballs on the end to make it shine. It glistened when it dried. I put on black lipstick and yellow eye make-up. I felt like Sunny, but dare I say it...better. I walked out of my house with confidence. I flew up into the dark sky. He told me to meet him at his house. When I got there he let me in. We sat on the couch and talked friendly. He placed a hand on my thigh and I froze like the honey on my heels.

I straightened up pretending I didn't notice. I have never been touched inappropriately so a worker bee like me wouldn't know what to do. He advanced up closely to my vagina. I was sticky with honey already. I closed my legs so he wouldn't notice I was sticky. He seemed to notice because he got closer. He felt my stickiness and licked it from his fingers while  making eye contact with me.

I stood up immediately.

"I-I can't" I say shakily. What was happening? "I am a worker"

"So?" he says still sitting "The queen isn't much to look at in my eyes and she's all worn out. Your nice, cute and I really like you"

I sat down next to him again.

"O-ok" I reached in my purse and pulled out a small box made of honey comb. "Use this protection" 

"Fair" he says 

I lay down and he mounts me. I become sticky and drip onto his couch. He doesn't seem to find as he begins caressing my stinger, that involuntarily sticks out of me from arousal. He soothes it back in before it stings him. I get more sticky and eventually have to remove my dress before it gets permanetly ruined. He kisses my small breast and I start to emit honey from my genitals. I blush in embarrassment. I've gone from dripping to a small stream. He continues and caresses' my genitals with his hands. I feel him insert his penis into my now sticky river of a vagina. I enjoy every minute of it. 

I woke up the next morning on my way to work with a grin on my face. I didn't even have to say it. Sunny knew. We both squealed, I told her every detail. She jokingly made fun of me for how sticky I got. I went to the bathroom and all of a sudden felt uneasy. I threw up in the toilet. Why was I feeling like this? Then it hit me. N-no it can't be...I wore a honey comb! 

After work I raced to the store bought a pregnancy test, said it was the queen, and went home. I took it and waited. I dropped the test and fell to the floor. No-

I was pregnant.

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