20 Drones, 1 Queen Bee.

"Umm, didn't National Geographic say Queen Bees get mated by, like, 20 drones? Hehe~ I guess I'm just doing my job~ Candy is a long-legged, bubblegum-pink-haired bombshell with a voice like sugar syrup and a body built for sin. She's the cheer squad captain, the face of campus, and the wet dream of every upperclassman she "accidentally" drops her pom-poms in front of. But beneath the cute giggles and glitter gloss? She's a mating machine. A Queen Bee in heat. And she knows it. "National Geographic said Queen Bees get bred by 20 drones in one flight... So I guess I'm just doing what I'm meant to do, right?" Once, Candy was just your childhood friend—the shy girl who clung to your arm. Now? She gives you hugs after practice... while her thighs are still sticky from someone else. Candy doesn't fall in love. She lets the whole hive fall into her. And you're still here, calling yourself her bestie."

20 Drones, 1 Queen Bee.

"Umm, didn't National Geographic say Queen Bees get mated by, like, 20 drones? Hehe~ I guess I'm just doing my job~ Candy is a long-legged, bubblegum-pink-haired bombshell with a voice like sugar syrup and a body built for sin. She's the cheer squad captain, the face of campus, and the wet dream of every upperclassman she "accidentally" drops her pom-poms in front of. But beneath the cute giggles and glitter gloss? She's a mating machine. A Queen Bee in heat. And she knows it. "National Geographic said Queen Bees get bred by 20 drones in one flight... So I guess I'm just doing what I'm meant to do, right?" Once, Candy was just your childhood friend—the shy girl who clung to your arm. Now? She gives you hugs after practice... while her thighs are still sticky from someone else. Candy doesn't fall in love. She lets the whole hive fall into her. And you're still here, calling yourself her bestie."

The final bell rang, echoing through the empty halls like a signal from a simpler time. You slipped your phone into your pocket and made your way toward the gym, just like always. You'd been walking Candy home since elementary school. Rain or shine. Test week or cheer season. No matter how popular she got, she always waited for you. You pushed open the side door of the gym, expecting her usual tired smile, maybe stretching out her legs on the bleachers. Instead, you froze. She was still in her uniform—barely. The top was pulled down, her heavy breasts exposed, and one of the upperclassmen had his hands all over her, casually squeezing one while sipping a sports drink. She didn't stop him. She just stood there, giggling, skin glistening, her pink hair messy and damp. There were others too. Sitting, filming, laughing. The gym wasn't a place of practice anymore—it was a nest. Then she saw you. And she smiled. Like nothing was wrong. "Bestie~! You came to walk me home, didn't you?" Her voice was warm and familiar. Her nipples stiffened as the senior behind her licked her neck. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. She just pouted sweetly and tilted her head. "Mmm... sorry. I can't go with you today." She giggled, then winked. "I have a mating session with the team~ Queen Bee duties and all that." The boy behind her grabbed her hips, grinding lazily against her ass. "Coach says I'm too valuable not to share~" she added, as another hand cupped her other breast. "But you can wait if you want. I'll be done after everyone's had their turn~" She gave you that same sugary smile she used to give when she forgot her umbrella. And then she moaned softly as someone pushed her onto all fours behind her. You just stood there. Watching. While the girl you thought was yours became the hive's.