With skillful application of T&A. Well, mostly A in the bee bois' case.

Officer Gerald Lynwood, Jerry to his friends, had been looking forwards to an extended break in the calm backroads of Bay Cove. He and his partner Warren Solomon had parked the car at the side of the road and while Warren took a nap, Jerry got to reading one of his schlocky fantasy novels. But of course, the world had it out for them and not even half an hour into their break, a tiny and seriously overloaded car passed them - Jerry couldn't quite make out details, but the girls sitting in the backseats apparently had never heard of road safety, cramming five of them into a space meant for three.

Groaning, Jerry switched on the siren for a second and flashed his lights, groaning even louder when the car actually stopped! Couldn't they have kept driving, ideally speeding up a bit? Then he'd been able to put 'gave chase, suspects escaped' into his report. But now? He'd have to get out of the car, walk over to were the girls had parked and issue them at least a warning. And Warren? No way he was still sleeping after the blast from the siren, but that asshole was still acting as if he was!

"You gonna do your job, or am I gonna be the only one working?" Jerry said, shoving his partner's shoulder.

"Mrrrfffuckoff..." Warren groaned, giving Jerry the finger without opening his eyes.

"Suit yourself. But if one of them sucks my dick to get out of a ticket, you'll be sorry."

"Assifff..."

Scoffing, Jerry exited the car and walked over to where the girls were parked. He could hear giggling and hushed conversation, at least one participant of which at least sounded worried - but something was strange about their voices, and somehow, the faces in the back seat trying to get a look at him seemed not quite right. Putting one arm on the roof and leaning down to the driver's window that had already been lowered, Jerry sniffed as the smell of honey with a weird, yet enticing undertone of scent reached his nose. And then he boggled as the driver gave him a wide, enthusiastic smile and asked:

"Oooh, hello Mr Officer, zzir! Izz that a baton in your pantzz or are you juzzt happy to zzee me?"

He was cute. Incredibly, heartmeltingly cute, so short he barely reached over the steering wheel, a heart-shaped face framed by short and somewhat untidy hair that just screamed 'I've just been banged six ways to Sunday and loved it', a lithe upper body clad into a tight halter top and the fattest ass and thighs Jerry had ever seen on a guy or girl. He was undeniably male, with a truly enormous package bulging halfway out of a pair of incredibly skimpy booty shorts... and he was undeniably not human. His legs and all four of his arms were partially encased in black and yellow chitin, the eyes looking up at Jerry were bee-like compound ones, and from the mop of unruly hair, two antennae wiggled cutely.

"Did I go too fazzt?" With Jerry still gaping at him, the driver put one pointer finger against his full, puffy lower lip and made a big show of looking worried. "Oh nooo, am I in trouuublee? Are you going to zzpank meee~?"

"What are you doing, Jon?" The bee boi riding shotgun hissed - or rather buzzed, the strange sound seeming to hide behind every word.

"What? The nice Mr Officer lookzz azz if he likezz me," Jon replied, unbuckling his seatbelt to rise from his seat, using the door to pull himself up towards Jerry's face until his cute, kissable lips were a fraction of an inch from the cop's, the overwhelming scent of honey filling his nostrils - and one of Jon's chitinous hands grabbed Jerry's crotch. His heart hammering, the cop felt himself grow hard faster than he ever had. "Oooh, he really likezz me."

Licking his lips, his tongue only just brushing against Jerry's own lips, Jon gave the cop a half-lidded, lustful stare from his compound eyes and began rubbing him through Jerry's uniform pants. Even though Jon's hands were quite hard due to the chitin covering them, Jerry found himself gyrating his hips against the demanding strokes on his fabric-covered maleness.

"Would you like me to zztep out of the car, Mr Officer?" Jon breathed, voice husky and charged with sexual need. "Would you like me to take care of your big... hard... cock?"

Instead of answering, Jerry closed the last remaining distance towards Jon's lips and began kissing him hungrily, tongue invading the bee boi's mouth were it was greeted by the femboi's own. Reaching in through the open car window, Jerry sunk his hands into the bee boi's massive ass, fingers sliding under the skimpy booty shorts and digging into the pliant flesh as Jerry squeezed and massaged Jon's butt. The stimulation was not without effect on the femboi, making him moan needily as two of his hands began fumbling with Jerry's belt, the one on the cop's crotch still hard at work rubbing and squeezing, the last free one stroking his cock as it flopped from his booty shorts, growing harder by the second.

As their excited breaths mingled, Jerry breathed in more and more of the scent of honey, his heart beating faster and harder, his movements becoming more frantic. He needed this strange, cute, sexy being, wanted him more than he'd ever wanted a woman, wanted to fuck him hard, make the soft ass in his hands jiggle with every thrust that slapped against the huge rump...

Lifting Jon bodily out of the car window, Jerry pulled the bee boi tight against his body, trapping three of Jon's four arms between them as the femboi squealed in delight, muffled by their still ongoing kiss. Jon wrapped his legs around the cop's hips, his feet barely touching in Jerry's back, his throbbing cock pressing into the cop's abs. He was so tiny, so cute, so soft (except for one rather large part of course), so...

"I need you inzzide my azz." Breathless from the hungry kiss, Jon ground his swollen balls against Jerry's own bulge. "I need you inzzide me now!"

The bee-nut gallery still in the car was giggling, shouting encouragements and moaning unabashedly as they touched themselves and each other to the lewd display outside. Even the bee boi in shotgun had pulled down his romper and was hugging his drooling cock against his chest, letting his four hands play over the shaft and his puffy pecs. But Jerry barely took notice of them as he took two steps to the side and lowered Jon onto the hood of the car. The bee boi, his arms freed again, immediately got to work on Jerry's belt and fly, urgently undoing both.

"Fffuck, I'm about to burst!" Jerry groaned, pulling at Jon's booty shorts to finally bare the bee boi's ass - but the logistics of this were too much for the cop's lust-addled brain, seeing as the femboi's legs were still wrapped around Jerry's hips.