Unfortunately, yes.

A loud siren goes off behind you, and red and blue lights fill your sight. Oh...shit. You think to yourself. You freeze in place and slowly slide your hands to your steering wheel, showing that you are unarmed.

"What are you doing?" Cerebos says from the other side of the car. "It's a tiny female. You can easily take her down."

"Just shut up and let me handle this." You hiss loudly. The officer walks up and knocks on your window. You slide the window down and squint as a light is shined on your face. "Evening officer."

"Good evening." A high feminine voice replies. "We've received reports of a suspicious character loitering in the area. Would you mind stepping out of the vehicle, sir?"

"Not at all, Officer uh...Jackson," you say, struggling to read her name tag. Opening your car door, all the empty wrappers and cups spill out, littering the floor. You laugh nervously as you stand before her.

"What's with all the food, sir?" Officer Jackson asks, raising an eyebrow at you. In the light of her police car, you take a good look at her. She isn't tiny as Cerebos said, but petite would be more appropriate. Her head comes up to about your chest height. She's got dark skin, contrasted by light hair sticking out of her cap. Her uniform looks like it's a size too big for her, mainly because it looks like she doesn't have any curves at all. But the back of your neck tingles, as you take in her scent in the night air. You recognize this smell immediately. She's in her most fertile time now. She clears her throat loudly, still waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, um..." You stammer, trying to come up with a convincing story. "My, uh, girlfriend's a vegan, and I'm trying to be supportive, but uh, it's tougher than it looks."

Jackson looks at you suspiciously and nods slowly. "Uh-huh. Is she one of those preachy vegans or "you eat what you want, I'm good" vegans?"

"Started as the second, turning into the first."

Putting her light away, she sighs and shakes her head. "Well, good luck to you then. Alright. Clean this mess up and go home, sir. And maybe find somewhere else to sneak meat into your diet."

You nod, thank her and apologize for the trouble. But then, Cerebos comes by, stalking around the pair of you. "You can smell it can't you? She's ripe for our seed. Take her! You don't even need to change forms. Do it. Breed her. Breed her now!"