Animal sex story!

They await me with excitement and joy. After 16 days spent in my henhouse, I emerge voluptuously from my royal cell. A retinue immediately attends to me. From the moment I leave, I am licked, cuddled, and communicated with through vibratory signals; the nurses' paws grasp my body, quickly giving me a rapid ventral-dorsal vibration… a sign of welcome and acceptance into my family!

For the first six days of my life, I lounge around and let myself be waited on hand and foot. The worker bees in my royal suite are constantly replaced so that I can have access to the best royal jelly. I am protected, groomed, and fed mouth-to-mouth—nothing less!

But the moment everyone is waiting for is fast approaching. The mating ritual begins in earnest. The bees buzz me insistently and push me out of my cozy nest. This is the first step; I must learn to fly. Instinctively, I train to be remarkably fast. After three days, I am finally ready for the big day. I am then nine days old.

Ohhhh…Ahhhh! No, no, don't imagine I'm having an orgasm…but this call is so good, this 200 to 300 vibrational signals urging me to the congregation. The whole universe is conspiring to make this a success: the light breeze, the perfect light, the ideal humidity, the absence of predators, and of course, an abundance of men available for me. So many unforeseen risks in this crucial moment of my existence. Making my honeymoon a success is the greatest challenge of my life.

Here we go, the big moment has arrived. I'm being called, I'm being lured… I leave the hive and follow this irresistible force of attraction where more than 10,000 drones could be present. How many males will be strong, fast, and powerful enough to be chosen? How many will be enough to fill my spermatheca? You tell me… I've already lost my sense of math right now.

High in the sky, I enter this cloud and let the spell work its magic. My virgin queen scent attracts the males, some vying for penetration. In this passionate encounter, which can last up to 30 minutes, all the chosen ones die after filling me, hoping their sacrifice will serve the good of the honeybee community.

And as all good things must come to an end, I return home satisfied, leaving all those corpses on the ground to fend for themselves. My honeymoon is over, my mission is accomplished! I return to reign as a fertile, dignified, and proud queen. During the season, each passing day will be an opportunity for 1,000 to 2,000 eggs to hatch and flourish within the hive as worker bees or drones.

And as long as my mandibular gland produces enough queen pheromones, my family will remain united and cohesive. My scent will encourage the nurse bees to care for me, wax production and foraging activities will be harmoniously regulated, and my pheromones will prevent the ovarian development of worker bees that would build queen cells to replace me.

And as long as this lasts, I will be the one and only, irreplaceable, powerful and eminent queen of the colony!