I'll never hear the end of this! was the principal thought running through Lilliana's head as she stopped trying to bash her way out of her glass prison. The bee-girl gave out an exasperated buzz and sat down, trying to keep herself steady even as her transparent cell moved. She was warned time and time again by her older sisters that if she insisted on coming to the big world she should never venture far from the meadows and fields where the Veil was thin. The other girls in the hive couldn't, quite frankly, understand Lilliana's obsession with leaving their fey realm. They'd all taken a peek at the other world at some point in their lives, but found the rugged flora quite unimpressive, and more appropriate to the more mundane bees that were native to the place.
And while Lilliana didn't contest the fact, she'd ventured a little further from those fields and found something that her home didn't have - orchards! True, it didn't have the fantastic, eclectic beauty of a fey meadow, a breathtaking riot of shapes and colors, but it did have flowers. Thousands upon thousands of blossoms, growing in dense concentration as far as the eye could see! Admittedly they were all the same, so it wasn't quite a feast for the eyes, but it was a feast in a more literal sense.
Lilliana was resting after gorging herself in a peach orchard, lying on her back with her vision filled with small lavender flowers growing profusely above her. She stretched her wings out and ran a hand over her belly, the usually flat black surface now slightly bulging gently from her meal. She let out a little burp, fragrant with the smell of nectar and pollen she'd gobbled up, before drifting off for a nap.
She was woken up rather rudely, and found she was entangled in some sort of net. She was trying to disentangle herself while a giant mouse nearby squealed with delight. Well, giant to Lilliana. The bee girl was about 7" tall but there was a reason her kind referred to this as 'the big world'. She'd seen enough of the inhabitants of this world to guess this one was probably still a child, and judging by her scent, a female. She had to rely on scent to tell because the people here seemed obsessed with covering their bodies.
Lilliana on the other hand was as naked as the day she was hatched. Her exposed skin was jet black and glossy, in places it wasn't covered in chitin. The yellow plates covered her legs completely from her feet up to just past her knees, with an additional plate on the side of each thigh. Smaller bits covered her hips and the sides of her thin (or as the vulgar would say 'waspish') waist, with one band running just underneath her breasts, the perky mounds capped with a pair of yellow nipples. All four of her arms had chitin from wrist to elbow, with her top pair also sporting yellow pads across her shoulders. Her elfin face also had a small yellow plate across her forehead, her lips and the splash of freckles across her cheeks were a matching yellow, and along with her ruby-red eyes they lent a bit of color to the otherwise obsidian visage. Her hair was almost the same bright red as her eyes, swept back behind two very long, pointy ears and kept just below shoulder-length so as not to interfere with her wings.
"Eeeeee! I can't believe I finally saw AND caught an actual fairy-bee!" the mousette squealed in delight, cradling the large jar to her chest. "Now all I have to do is figure out how to get your honey." 
"WHAT!? How dare you! My honey is the sacred property of my hive! What makes you think you have any right to it?" the outraged bee screamed out, bolting upright and buzzing angrily as she glared at the giant mouse girl. The villain had not reacted as she expected, or indeed, at all. The bee girl knew she should be able to hear her, since there were plenty of holes in the roof of her prison. "I DEMAND YOU ANSWER ME!" she screamed, her enraged buzzing making the jar vibrate slightly. That seemed to get the girl's attention.
"Oh, don't worry Miss Bee, I'm not gonna hurt you. Honest!" the mousette replied, her voice soft and gentle as if she were addressing a frightened child.
During her various floral pig-outs, Lilliana had observed these creatures and managed to learn their language. It was, after all, a simple matter since it consisted of just sound, and bits of uncodified facial expressions and body language. Her own tongue consisted of a blend of speech, body language, antennae signals, buzzing in varied pitches and pheromone exchanges. Across great distances, they could even communicate through flight patterns, although lengthy conversations in this manner were understandably exhausting. She had also noted that these behemoths had a fairly limited vocal range, and was now coming to the realization that even though she could speak her language, the girl's ears couldn't register the sounds coming from her mouth. Hmpf! You'd thing that such big silly ears would at least be useful...
Lilliana wasn't too worried about her predicament. True, she seemed trapped in an impenetrable cage, but spring had come early in this land and the peaches had blossomed before the spring equinox. The solstices and equinoxes were specials times, when the Veil between this world and her home were thin everywhere, and all it would take would be half a step and she'd be gone. But that was still almost a week away, and who knows what indignities this brute would force upon her in the meantime.
She looked behind briefly, eyes settling on the petite abdomen resting on her onyx butt-cheeks. Her stinger was always an option, but it was supposed to be a last-ditch measure, used only in defense of Queen and Hive. And there was a reason it was referred to as 'the greatest sacrifice'. Apart from being hesitant to die, the bee knew a dose of her venom would no doubt be lethal to the mouse, despite her size, and wasn't sure she had it in her to kill a child, no matter how monstrous her stature. After all, children do stupid things all the time, a phrase she'd heard often in her youth, albeit prefaced with 'You'.
As they made their way towards the house, Emily hunched over the jar she was holding, cocking her ears to make sure nobody was around. She didn't want her parents to catch her with her 'guest', not to mention her little sister. Miss Bee already seemed a bit anxious, and her mood would probably not be improved by a hyperactive little fluff-ball screaming "Wannatouchit!". Still, she figured she knew something that might cheer her up. She tried her best to open the door quietly, but when it closed she nevertheless heard her mother's voice, although thankfully from the kitchen.
"Emily, is that you?"
"Yeah mom." The mouse replied, hoping to still get past her family undetected.
"We're in the dining room sweetie, come on in so we can start dinner." Well, that was good. If everyone was in the dining room, the mousette had a clear run to the greenhouse.
"OK mom, just gonna wash up!" the mousette called back making a literal bee-line to the greenhouse door.
"Alright Miss Bee, I know you like to eat pollen and nectar and stuff so this place should keep you well fed." She said, although she wasn't sure if the pixie-like bug understood a word she said. "My mom's a botanist, and she grows all kinds of fancy flowers in here, so don't make a mess! She's already watered them today so nobody will be in here all night, and in the morning I'll come and get you and you can make some honey for me."
Emily had always loved stories about the fairy-bees as a kid, and had studied the myths surrounding them as she grew up. At fourteen, she'd developed a bit of a fixation on the subject of their honey. Apart from the fact it was said to be the most delicious substance that existed (if, in fact, it did) a number of sources mentioned it enhancing certain physical attributes. Words like 'femininity' and 'fertility' were fairly prominent, and the mousette figured she needed all the help in that department she could get!
By now, most of the girl's classmates had started filling out to some extent, enough at least to catch the boys' eyes. Emily, on the other hand, had to wear skirts and dresses and keep her hair long just to avoid being mistaken for a boy. Her face was pretty enough, but with narrow hips and a flat chest she looked like just a kid, rather than a young woman. Miss Bee, she noticed, seemed to have a very ladylike figure, which certainly lent credence to the myths about their honey. Not that Emily was looking at another woman, of course, but she could hardly fail to notice. The bees in the stories always wore dresses sewn from leaves or flower petals, but her reluctant guest didn't have a stich on!
"All right, Miss Bee, I'll just open the lid and leave you here. Uhm, good night!" the girl said and quickly went out the door, either eager for dinner, or eager to avoid a sting.
Lilliana barely noticed her, and even though the roof of her cell was gone she still stood in the jar, eyes wide, antennae twitching and mouth agape as she surveyed her new surroundings. The setting sun was casting a warm glow over the lovingly tended flowers of the greenhouse garden. And such flowers! They made the meadows of her home seem plain! Every conceivable color was there, from the bright hues of a rainbow to gentle pastels. And the shapes! From mundane blossoms to elegant funnels, to tiny little bells, rosettes and shapes to fantastic for words to describe, some petals seeming delicate and gossamer thin, while others looked firm and succulent. The smells had an even deeper effect on the bee, making her forget all about her imprisonment, and the giant girl's outrageous demands for her honey. Her wings began fluttering and soon she was rising out of the jar, licking her lips as she did...
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In retrospect, or as much retrospection as her hazy mind was capable of, Lilliana had overdid it. She didn't mean to go on another feeding frenzy. Her intention was to take in the manifold delights of this wondrous garden, flying daintily from bloom to bloom, admiring its beauty, taking in its heady fragrance, and sampling modest amounts of its bounty. Which is basically what she did, but a huge amount of dainty nibbles and sips still amounted to yet another heavy meal. 
And now she was feeling the pain and discomfort her gluttony had earned her. It wasn't her tummy that was giving her problems though. She made a bed under and orchid tree, that is to say she passed out on the soft loamy soil, and while she slept her stomach had done its job, absorbing any nutrients she needed and converting the excess into honey. And since she hadn't really needed to eat, there was quite a bit of excess, now stored in her aching, swollen breasts.
Lilliana was a gatherer bee, and they were generally encouraged to glut themselves, since they needed both to feed themselves and to bring back honey to the bees that stayed behind, maintaining the hive and tending to the young. Normally, after her first hefty meal Lilliana would have flown back and nursed some of her sisters, letting the other bees relieve her of her burden. She obviously hadn't been able to do that, so now her usually perky black boobies had tripled in size, the massive swollen teats feeling painfully full.
To make matters worse, there seemed to be something pressing down on them, something warm and... fuzzy? Lilliana couldn't be sure, since her brain might be projecting its own fuzziness onto her surroundings. Maybe a leaf had fallen on her? No, to light, there was a weight on her. Maybe some sort of fruit? Before she had time to puzzle things out, the bee girl felt a startling and wholly alien sensation between her legs. And while the pokes and prods were puzzling, the sudden penetration was enough to snap the overfed bee fully to attention. 
Her eyes shot open and all four hands started flailing, digging ineffectually into a mass of warm fur. Her screams and buzzes were apparently heard by the beast mounting her, as its head lowered and its long ears turned this way and that to catch the sounds. The monster was unmoved by her plight, continuing to rut her mercilessly, it's powerful haunches driving the hard meaty shaft in and out of the bee-girls until recently virgin folds. As she was ravaged, Lilliana took solace that the rut-maddened male above her was at least a herbivore, and would no doubt let her go once its bestial urges were sated.
The rabbit, whose collar identified him as 'Mr. Nibbles' was happily humping away, blissfully unaware of the bee-girls plight. His life was guided by three simple instincts. The first was to munch on whatever plant matter smelled good, and he generally wasn't all that picky. The second was to flee at the sight of anything he perceived as danger, such as his mistress' mother whenever she caught him indulging in Instinct One in this room. The third one had sat unused in the back of his bunny-brain until his nose picked up something that smelled even better than the exotic flora of the hothouse. As he happily worked his hips, he noted that the squirming, buzzing form he was mating was most likely not a female rabbit, he was certain she met at least half the criteria. The important half.
Below him, Lilliana was doing her best to keep from suffocating under a pile of fluffy brown fur. Her mind was still grappling with the sensation of a penis actually moving in and out of her inky-black slit. After all, she was a worker bee, she never expected to be penetrated! Her hive had only about two dozen boy-bees and they were all in the Queen's harem, as it should be. She had touched herself down there, of course, as any good be does. A little stimulation was necessary for her girl parts to express the royal jelly that was fed in small amounts to every child, and that comprised 100% of the princess' and queen's diet. 
This was every worker's duty, and over the ages queens have recorded their more... sensual... experiences in the form of erotic prose and poetry, in order to help their subjects perform. There are also numerous manuscripts circulating in the hive containing salacious tales, mainly on the subject of a forbidden love between a worker and a harem boy. While decidedly low-brow, they serve the same purpose.
So despite daily strokings of her little quim, occasionally with the assistance of one of her hive-sisters, Lilliana was unprepared for the rabbit's savage humping. Still, as unwelcome and humiliating as the ordeal was, she found the bestial cock stretching her to be strangely stimulating. The most she'd ever had inside her was a finger or two (maybe a few more if she was having a hard time getting into it...) and the lagomorph's appendage was stretching her more and reaching much further inside her. It certainly didn't help that she way laying on her back, her abdomen serving to raise her crotch slightly and give the male on top of her an even better angle. Lilliana decided to just grit her teeth against the pain, as well as other sensations, and bare it. After all, how long could the feral creature keep up such a lightning fast pace?
The same question, with increasing incredulity, ran through the bee-girl's head as the bunny continued to breed her, his cock sawing in and out of her tight little pussy which was by now a mess of both her jelly and the plentiful precum the rabbit's shaft was leaking. As her ravishment progressed, Lilliana's behavior was becoming decidedly less stoical. She'd found that if she spread and raised her legs a bit the rabbit's thrusts were significantly easier to take. Quite easy in fact, especially now that she was more relaxed and, well, slippery down there. And she found one pair of arms was enough to keep the rutting beast from crushing her under its weight, while the other one massaged her swollen chest. She couldn't get rid of her honey unless another bee suckled her, but she found the gentle touches were helping with the feeling of fullness.
The beast's movements seemed to become more frantic, it's steady pace now desperate as the shaft was plunged harder and harder, hitting a barrier deep inside the prone bee-girl every time it bottomed out. Lilliana squealed as the large tool engorged even further several moments before she felt a powerful jet blast against her cervix. It... he was cumming inside her! The bee's eyes shot open wide as her brain struggled to process the sensation she never expected to feel, that of a male's hot, warm cum flooding her passage as he bred her. Not that he could, of course, even if he was a male of her species. 
But this was a pleasure reserved only for royalty, and even though it was just a mindless animal seeding her the taboo sensation was enough to send Lilliana over. Her legs tightened around the powerful beast, one pair of hands squeezing her lush bosom while the other grabbed handfuls of fur, the bee clinging to Mr. Nibbles, her antennae curling as whole body shook and convulsed. Her slit seemed to be milking the cock gushing inside it, as if determined to suck up as much of the forbidden juices as it could. Despite its best efforts, Lilliana could still feel a trickle of the warm cum running down the crack of her obsidian ass.
After pumping what felt like a torrent of warm virile seed into her, the suddenly disinterested rabbit dismounted the surprised bee-girl, leaving her lying on her back and panting, her engorged breasts spread across her chest, the yellow nipples still achingly hard. The dazed girl ran one pair of hands over the full mounds, while the other trailed down to her well-bred snatch, her fingers dipping into her stretched and messy quim. She felt delightfully naughty with her little cream-pot oozing and on full display and wondered if this is how the queen felt every day. She brought one cum-smeared hand closer to her face, examining the pearly white goo. After an experimental sniff she extended her longue tongue and licked up some of the rabbit's cum. The taste wasn't nearly as pleasant as nectar, but it was so deliciously wicked that the bee-girl couldn't help but giggle, spreading some more spunk on her lemon-yellow lips.
She lay there for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow while her hands slipped in and out of her soaked pussy, drawing little swirls with the rabbit's spunk as they trailed along her flat tummy. Her reverie was interrupted by the now-familiar weight of the lagomorph as he once again mounted the stunned bee. And thanks to his recent experience the rabbit didn't waste much time searching for her opening, his once again hard shaft burying itself in Lilliana's cunny in one smooth stroke. As the once again impaled bee lay under the rutting animal, she wondered how many times the bunny could possibly mate?
*******
"Mr. Nibbles!" Emily did her best to call her pet, while still keeping her voice at whisper-level. She woke up around midnight only to find that at some point during the day she'd forgotten to close the latch on her rabbit's cage. And if she hadn't forgotten to say good night to him, she would have realized he wasn't there when she went to sleep. She did, however, have a sneaking suspicion where the renegade rabbit was...
"Mr. Nibbles, you know you're not supposed to be in here." She whispered as she swung a flashlight along the nooks and crannies of the greenhouse. "Mom swore to stick you in the stew-pot if she ever caught you munching on her plants again!" After a few more sweeps of the flashlight she finally caught the rabbit's furry form nestled in a large terracotta pot.
"Oh, thank God! There you... are?" she trailed away, puzzled by the strange twitching motions her rabbit's rear end was making. As she got closer and shined her light she was able to spot the garden's other inhabitant under him.
"M-Miss Bee? Oh my Gosh! Are you... is he...?" the blushing mousette stammered as she realized that they were. She did her best to avert her eyes, although an impish part of her was itching for a closer look. 
"Uhm, Miss Bee, I'm just gonna take a quick look to make sure you're all right..." she whispered shyly as she knelt by the pot and pointed her flashlight at the action. She could clearly see her bunny's little pink shaft sliding in and out of the bee-girl at a lightning fast pace. Looking at the bee-girl's face the mousette was relieved to see that she didn't appear to be in any pain, although she was making some pretty strange expressions. She also seemed to by trying to speak, but Emily couldn't hear a word.
"Well... you don't seem to be in any trouble, so I'll just wait until he's... you know... done, and then I'll get him off you." The girl said, eyes still glued to the diminutive but lewd scene taking place in front of her. She wasn't ignorant about sex, but if pressed would admit that her knowledge was entirely theoretical.
Lilliana couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was she being subject to yet another bestial mating, but now she had an audience! Those huge blue eyes seemed fixed on her lower half, and the sight of her poor cunny leaking the rabbit's previous load as he prepared to deliver another one. The wet noises of their coupling were audible even over the rumbling sounds coming from the bunny's massive chest. The bee-girl relaxed and tried to focus on those pleasurable sensations she'd felt the first time the rabbit had mounted her.
Emily was sure her cheeks her burning, but her wide eyes remained glued to the sight of Mr. Nibbles' rump clenching as he humped Miss Bee. The diminutive female seemed to relax, spreading those shapely legs and giving the rutting bunny even better access to her girl-parts. She still couldn't hear her, but could imagine the sounds she was making by the way her mouth hung open and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
After a few more minutes of furious pumping, Mr. Nibbles seemed to just sort of shudder on top of his reluctant mate, Miss Bee's lidded eyes rolling back as her tongue lolled out. The bunny dismounted, giving the bee-girl's messy crotch a quick sniff before finally noticing Emily. The mousette was slack-jawed as she stared at the cum oozing from the tiny female sprawled on the loamy soil. Snapping out of her trance, she scooped up both her errant bunny and the exhausted bee-girl, and crept as quickly as she dared towards her own room.
She managed to get back without anyone in the house waking up, even though Miss Bee had recovered a little and tried to wriggle out of her grip. Holding the bee-girl gently but firmly she put Mr. Nibbles back in his cage, the rabbit happily sniffing around his food and water now that certain other appetites had been sated.
"Well, that's a merry little chase you two have led me on, and in the middle of the night, no less!" Emily scolded the pair. Mr. Nibbles had naturally ignored her, but Lilliana for her part slammed four fists angrily against the gigantic hand restraining her, albeit to little effect.
"Don't you get fussy with me, little lady!" the mousette scolded, her mother's words coming from her mouth unbidden as she set Miss Bee down on her desk "Mr. Nibbles has never done that sort of thing. For all I know you're the one who started it!"
The mousette's accusation left Lilliana literally speechless. Instead, she put one pair of arms on her hips, while the other was crossed beneath her chest, antennae angled down angrily as she glared her best glare at the young colossus. For once the giant girl seemed to get her message quite clearly.
"Well, OK, maybe you didn't. But you still could have flown away someplace higher." The mousette reasoned. She also couldn't help but notice that Miss Bee's boobies looked much bigger now than when she left her. "Besides, you did look like you were enjoying... it..." she trailed off and by a quirk of fate both females bashfully averted their gaze at the same time.
As she looked away, Emily noticed the mess Miss Bee had made on her hand while she wriggled in her grasp. There was a smear of white-ish goo on the pink skin of her palm, and something amber that seemed mixed into it.
"And just look at the mess you've made..." the girl continued, examining the slimy stuff glistening on her palm. Out of curiosity she gave her hand a sniff, and a second later wished she hadn't. The aroma was strangely compelling, a hint of something that smelled a bit like pool water buried under a fragrance that was somewhere between cookies and perfume. Without bothering to ask her brain, her tongue had flicked out and scooped up half the goo. Emily blushed and some part of her went 'Ick!' but it wasn't the part of her that was in control. Before she knew it her palm was sparkling clean and her mouth filled with a wonderful taste that deep down left her craving more.
Lilliana made a face at the sight of the mouse girl licking up the rabbit's spunk that had leaked out of her over-pumped slit. Her expression changed to one of indignation when she realized that mixed in with the bunny-cum was a good dose of her own royal jelly, and she balked at the mousette's presumption! Emily didn't register the tiny scowl, her eyes instead drifting to Miss Bee's crotch and thighs, still glistening with the same stuff she'd just licked off her hand.
"Uhm, well I suppose we should get you cleaned up before we go to sleep..." she said, scooping up the surprised bee.
Lilliana wasn't sure what she'd expected. She'd hoped the giant girl would give her a container of water and some privacy. Instead she found herself lifted closer and closer to the mousette's face, the girl's nostrils visibly flaring as she sniffed at the air, her eyes glazed and her lips parted. Wait, she isn't thinking of...
Lilliana's train of thought was interrupted by a huge pink tongue parting her legs easily as it slid between her thighs. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as the moist appendage slid along her soiled crotch, picking up the residue of her and Mr. Nibbles' mating. She knew she should be disgusted by the girl's actions, but the sensation of hundreds of huge taste buds running along her sensitive lips and brushing against her clit took her breath away.
Granted, she'd never even felt a normal tongue down there. Even though hive-sisters occasionally helped each other express their jelly, four hands were generally considered enough to get the job done, especially since the stuff had to be carefully portioned for the baby worker bees. There were rumors that queens and princesses got theirs straight from the tap since jelly was all they ate, but those bees privileged enough to feed royalty were, ironically, tight-lipped. A tiny part of her brain railed at this latest violation and cursed the giant mouse for daring to steal the Queen's property, but most of her brain was busy processing the signals her nerve endings were sending. Well, at least she's cleaning up the mess her beast made Lilliana reasoned as she spread her legs wide, in order to get as clean as possible, of course.
Emily's tongue was working furiously against Miss Bee's inky-black crotch. The mess she and Mr. Nibbles had made was all gone, but the mousette seemed able to coax a little more out of her. And she was definitely enjoying it, practically writhing in Emily's palm, one pair of hands keeping her legs wide open and the other massaging her chest. The girl couldn't help staring at the obsidian globes, since they were mere inches from her eyes. They had definitely gotten bigger, she noted, as a feminine part of her seethed jealously against the injustice of everyone's breasts except hers getting bigger!
Still, the more analytical part of her that her mother had cultivated was putting bits and pieces together. Miss Bee had probably had quite a hefty meal in the flower garden, and bees turned some of the nectar they ate into honey. And all that honey had to be stored somewhere...
"Uhm, Miss Bee, I hope you don't mind but...well..." the mousette bashfully tried to phrase her request before giving up and planting her soft lips on the bee-girl's swollen bosom. It seemed Miss Bee didn't mind, arching her back and thrusting her chest out even further into Emily's mouth. The girl tentatively ran her tongue over the tips of the bee's breasts, making the insectile woman writhe in the palm of her hand. Well, at least she's enjoying it she thought, slightly disappointed that her mouth wasn't filled with a stream of fey-bee honey. Her disappointment was gone a moment later when her tongue registered a trace of something indescribable, syrupy sweet and maddeningly seductive.
She moaned out her nose as her eyes glazed and she began to very gently suckle the bee-girl's entire rack, those little golden nipples gently oozing out the most delicious thing Emily had ever tasted. She realized just how much Miss Bee must be enjoying this when the diminutive woman grabbed her whiskers with one pair of hands, holding her firmly in place as the other pair seemed busy doing something lower. The mousette had a pretty good idea of what Miss Bee was doing, and at the moment it struck her as an excellent idea. Still gently nursing on those honey-bags, she slipped her free hand down into her pajama bottoms and began to gently stroke her already moist slit.
Lilliana realized she had no idea just how swollen her breasts had become until the mouse girl began to suckle both of them at once. The relief was so profound she didn't even mind the girl was stealing her honey, reveling in the blissful sensation of the mousette's soft lips on her aching chest. Feeding someone always felt nice, but it was always one sister at a time, and normally no worker would let themselves get as full as she did. Lounging on the mouse's palm Lilliana felt like she was in heaven, the sensation of the girl's huge tongue darting over her breasts much less intense than the treatment her cunny got, but all the more enjoyable because of it. Besides, her privates were getting enough attention, her fingers dipping in and out of her folds even though she didn't have any jelly left.
Emily had lost all track of time, her world narrowed down to the amazing taste of the bee-girl's teats and her nimble little fingers teasing her young slit. Since the bee's breasts didn't produce milk, but rather something much thicker, there was no stream to speak of. Her breasts just let out an agonizingly slow leak of their precious burden, but the mousette still kept herself from suckling too hard, afraid of hurting the much smaller female. Her eyes were closed as she moaned gently into Miss Bee's syrupy cleavage, cleaning the tiny beads from her nipples as quickly as they appeared, until a light tapping on her nose woke her out of her sugary reverie. The bee girl was panting in her hand, and with one last lick Emily realized she was out of honey.
She took her lips off Miss Bee's chest, noting her shiny bosom was now much smaller, although unlike her own, still quite eye-catching. With the bee's honey now just a lingering taste on her tongue, other senses vied for attention in the mousette's brain. She became embarrassingly aware that although she'd made a mess of herself down there she didn't actually get any release, instead having just driven herself into a frenzy while she nursed. Miss Bee seemed to have done a much better job on her girl parts, judging by the expression of utter contentment on her face. Well, she does have four hands Emily thought as an idea formed in her head. Before she knew it the girl had slid her bottoms around her knees and scooted back a bit on her bed.
"Uhm, Miss Bee, I know you're probably tired, but do you think you could..." she trailed off, blushing as she lowered the bee-girl in front of her messy mouse-pussy. "I-I mean only of you want to..."
Lilliana was surprised to find herself actually considering the girl's obvious request. Maybe it was because the pain in her breasts was finally gone, a huge weight lifted, well, not off her shoulders, but her back certainly felt better. Maybe it was because feeding tended to be a bonding experience for her kind and she was viewing the mouse in a more sisterly light. She looked at the girl's soaked slit, the plump young lips about half her height and raised almost to eye-level by the mousette's pert cheeks. The shape was certainly familiar, looking much the same as the cunnies of her hive-sisters, although built to a ludicrous scale. The color was also odd, but the more she looked at it the more the pink tones made the mouse's pussy look like a flower.
It was that comparison that finally convinced her to give it a try, the mousette's eyes glued to her as she approached her messy slit. Normally when helping a sister out, Lilliana would use the tips of her fingers to gently tease her lips. With the difference in size, she decided instead to use her whole hands, laying all four palms on the girl's quivering labia before beginning to rub them. The girl let out a little squeak, and although it wasn't the same as an eager buzzing sound one of her sisters would let out, it seemed to carry the same sort of message. Bracing her legs, Lilliana began to really put her shoulders in to it, rubbing each lip in a circular motion so that she was parting them slightly with every stroke. Every time she did, the girl's scent washed over her. It didn't have the rich, floral smell a bee's privates let out when being stroked, but Lilliana found it nevertheless strangely pleasant.
After about a minute of heavy rubbing, the bee decided to step up her game. Clasping her lower pair of hands together she slid her arms inside the mouse's love-tunnel, sinking easily past her elbows. Since the girl let out some very encouraging sounds, she began to pump her arms in and out, feeling the velvety walls cling to the chitinous limbs. She placed her remaining hands on the girl's not-so-little clit, running her palms over the surface before planting a kiss on the sensitive bump.
Emily had clasped a hand to her mouth to stifle moans she was sure would otherwise wake up the whole house! Due to a lack of attention from boys, she had become fairly adept at flicking her own switch, so to speak, but her efforts couldn't compare to the bee-girls four tiny, but apparently quite deft hands, working in unison. Her young pussy felt like it was on fire, although in a very good way, and she could even feel her mosquito-bite breasts heating up. She began to tweak and pinch her little nipples, hoping the stuff she'd read about the special honey was true and she'd soon start filling out.
Lilliana could tell the mousette was close, but feeling pretty exhausted she knew she had to make her cum before she collapsed. She kept lovingly petting the girl's clit while her other pair of arms stopped pumping in and out, reaching instead deeper in the mouse's love-canal. Usually, with one of her sisters this part would entail the careful wriggling of a finger or two, but with the difference in size the bee-girl was using both hands to feel around inside the giant pussy. 
Her palms ran over a sort of bump, and the sudden yank on her arms coupled with a muffled squeal from the mouse told her she'd found what she was after. She braced herself and began to knead that sensitive spot, putting as much pressure as she could on it. It only took a few seconds before the mousette's pussy started to convulse, the first spasm pulling Lilliana's arms further in until her face was smooshed against the girl's clit.  As she was trying to extract herself from the twitching slit a torrent of the mousette's juices gushed out of it, splashing against the bee's chest and managing to get on her face.
Lilliana licked her lips tentatively, curious to taste the mouse girls jelly, or whatever it is they made. The taste was unlike anything the bee had tried before, but she knew in that very instant that she wanted to taste more. In retrospect, lowering her head to catch the next wave wasn't the brightest idea, since the gush had proven to be bigger than the first one. The greedy bee definitely got a mouth-full, as well as a face-full as the deluge of femcum washed over her, soaking into her hair and making it stick to her head. Still the blasts had soon died down to a more manageable trickle, and the gasping bee-girl found herself cupping handfuls of the stuff and greedily gulping it down.
"'hat wuz great, M'ss Bee. Gonna... g'd nite now..." the girl mumbled, managing only to pull her pajama bottoms up before rolling over and falling asleep. A prospect that suddenly seemed very attractive to Lilliana herself.
Deciding it wouldn't be a good idea to share a bed with a giant, she hopped off the mattress, not trusting her cum-drenched wings to carry her weight. She found the girl's discarded clothes, and arranged some of the heavier fabric into a fairly comfy nest. As she lay down, she covered herself with a lighter, triangular sheet that smelled wonderful, before drifting off to sleep, thinking that her internment in the Big World might not be so terrible.