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Being an anthro honey bee, Worker Bee 566 is pretty average at five feet tall. His fuzzy yellow and black striped insect body has reasonable resemblance to a feral bee. Two arms, two legs, and a large set of wings. The only thing 566 wears is a utility belt strapped around his thorax that is filled with pouches. The hive emblem is prominently displayed on the cloth pouches.

Waving his antenna in concern at the unscheduled meeting, 566 enters the main hall of his recently established hive. The room is large enough for 500 bees but is sparsely populated with 50 bees. He joins his colony brothers standing at attention in neat lines.

566 wonders if he's early to the meeting. A few large drones escort queen Amberfig to the front of the room. 566 looks over the pleasing curves of his mother/queen as she sullenly looks around the room at her remaining children.

"Hello everyone!" she announces. Everyone replies as one, "Long live the queen!" The queen announces, "Some of you may have noticed, our hive isn't doing well. After consulting an outside expert from another hive, it turns out we have Colony Collapse Disorder. You are working yourselves to death." The statement causes a cheer in the gathered workers. There is no greater honor than to die in service of the hive.

Queen Amberfig cuts off the cheer, "NO! Shut the fuck up. This is not something to be proud of." 566 and the other workers are stunned into silence. The queen says, "After several boring meetings, a plan has been formulated to combat this Colony Collapse Disorder. I am instituting a mandatory reduced work schedule. You will henceforth work only 48 hours a week."

The bees buzz with confusion about the new rule. 566 raises his hand. The queen points to 566 and asks, "Yes, what's your question?" 566 asks, "What do we do if we are not working?" The queen answers, "I have designated Fume to help you pick hobbies and relaxation activities." The queen gestures to a drone beside her.

The bees are confused at referring to the outsider bee with a name instead of a number designation. Fume speaks up and says, "You are not slaves. You are individuals with hobbies and interests outside of work. Part of the new way will be getting assigned proper names. Your free time may take you to mammal villages and names are their custom. Don't worry, your surname will still be Amberfig." The bees breathe a sigh of relief that they aren't being stripped of their proud heritage.

Amberfig says, "You might not like it, but Fume is to be obeyed as if it were me giving you orders." Fume looks around the room at what he has to work with and says, "I will do everything we discussed, Queen Amberfig."

Amberfig runs a finger across Fume's mandible and says, "Thank you. I will be in my quarters relaxing." Amberfig looks over her drone bodyguards and picks the cute one. She holds his hand and pulls him along with her.

Fume takes a notepad out of the pouch strapped to his side. He walks up to the row of workers and says, "Your queen has been generous enough to come up with a list of names. Tell me your number and I will tell you your new assigned name."

As Fume passes, the bees trade numbers for names. Fume quickly crosses out numbers next to the correlating names. The worker bees are named after flowers, herbs, and fruits. The list starts getting lazy towards the end and 566 ends up with the name, Thyme.

Saying the name out loud, 566 decides he likes it. Thyme unbuckles his pack off his thorax. He pulls his pen out and writes it on the identification patch on his bag.

Fume gets to the end of the line and then says, "I will assign hobbies tomorrow if you can't decide them on your own." Fume points at a drone and says, "I have assigned Moonflower to manage the work schedule. Talk to him for your assigned shifts."

Thyme gets in line to talk to Moonflower. Moonflower is prepared and quickly gives out the work assignments. Thyme finds out that he has the next 24 hours off until his 12 hour shift starts. The idle worker bees stand around wondering what to do with their mandatory free time.

Walking up to 575, Thyme says, "Hey 575. I'm Thyme. What's your new name?" 575 answers, "Wolfbane." Thyme asks, "Want to go to a village with me?" Wolfbane shrugs and says "Sure."

At the entranceway to the meeting hall, a drone distributes bottles of honey. Thyme asks, "What is this for?" The drone answers, "Surplus for barter. Barter for hobby supplies and relaxation." Thyme is surprised. Usually when a worker is sent to get something from the nearby mammal village, they spend the morning filling their honey stomach with gathered nectar and then empty it out into the mammal's provided container.

Thyme and Wolfbane accept the small bottles of honey and secure them in their packs. Thyme says, "Our Queen is serious about us working less. This is more free time to spend at the village." Wolfbane nods in agreement.

The duo climb the stone stairs to the worker entrance of the hive. The hive is a beautifully constructed wood and stone fortress that Thyme's uncles and older brothers spent years constructing.

They stand at the edge of the 50 meter drop with the indifference of someone with wings. Thyme looks down at several wagons set up outside the maingate. Wolfbane says, "Lots of traders come to visit today." Thyme reasons that the traders were told in advance about the new way. Several of his brothers are down there browsing the wares. Thyme says, "They are short sighted. The value of our honey will be higher if we take it to a village."

Wolfbane nods and then points off in the distance. He asks, "Did you want to go to Dog town or Cat town?" Thyme points in another direction and says, "Amalgam town." Wolfbane's antennas wave in surprise and he exclaims, "Lots of danger and fighting. The outcasts don't get along with each other." Thyme says, "Honey is worth most there, because traders don't go."

Wolfbane checks his packs and pulls out a small gardening blade. He tucks it in for easy reach and says, "Lead the way." The two bees spread their wings and start their journey.

They pass over the fields of flowers surrounding the hive in a large circle out of habit. They scan the ground for anything unusual or out of place before heading out.

The calm warm weather makes for a relaxing flight. The miles pass quickly as they bypass all the twisty roads that follow the terrain. On a road beneath them they pass a group of travelers. Thyme pities the poor handicapped creatures that have to spend their entire lives stuck to the ground.

They finally reach the outskirts of town and land on a tall building designed for the winged creatures.

Thyme looks over the colorful birds and a dragon stowing away gear in pre/post flight preparation. With their compound eyes, no one can really tell if the strange insectoids are staring at them.

Thyme walks up to a bored looking bird at a desk. The robin looks over the bees and then spots the hive logo. He quickly logs the information in a book. Thyme attempts conversation and asks, "What is fun to do in this town?" The robin answers, "Your type doesn't have fun." Thyme counters, "We were sent to have fun." The robin looks annoyed and says, "Fun costs money."

Thyme opens a pouch and pulls out one of the small bottles of honey. The robin's eyes widen, pre bottled honey is quite the luxury. Thyme says, "How much is the price?" The robin flips through the book and says, "For that much, I can give you around $50."

The anthro dragon walks up to the counter and eyes the bottle. The dragon holds a five dollar coin and says, "Hey buzz buzz, I could use a sweet boost before I leave. Spit a taste in my mouth?" Thyme has a bit of honey he is saving for lunch in his honey stomach so he goes with it.

Thyme regurgitates a quarter ounce of honey and leans close to the dragon's open mouth. With a sharp exhale, Thyme sprays the honey into the dragon's maw. The dragon hands the coin to Thyme and smacks his tongue around his mouth loudly as he walks off.

The robin eyes the honey and asks, "Did you want to sell it here or try your luck at one of the shops down in the town?"

Wolfbane surveys the town from a balcony and says, "Thyme, you're the one who wanted maximum value. Let's have a look around this town." Thyme taps the coin on the desk and says, "We will be trying our luck in the town." The robin eyes the honey bottle disappointingly as it is put away. Thyme waves an arm to the stairs and they descend to ground level.

The amalgam town looks like a normal enough village. It's actually called Baxfil, but it is nicknamed Amalgam due to the diverse range of sentient creatures that live in it. Carnivore and herbivore species live together in an uneasy alliance. Amalgam is the last resort for deviants after being exiled from species specific towns.

Thyme and Wolfbane look at the signs on the mismatched buildings along the road. Wolfbane points at the shop with a bottle on the sign. Thyme nods and they head up to the door. Thyme reads a sign next to the door, 'ring bell for service'.

Thyme pulls a string and hears a bell ring inside. Knowing to be cautious, he takes two steps back from the doorway. Wolfbane looks around at the few other pedestrians on the street. After a while, a small peep hole in the door opens and a yellow eye looks at them. The eye quickly looks around to make sure the bees are alone and then swings open the top half of the split door.

A red fox in a green tunic smiles at them and says, "Welcome to Avery's Alchemy. Are you buying or selling?" Wolfbane holds up a bottle of honey and says, "Selling." Avery takes the bottle and holds it up to the light to examine it. He inspects the Amberfig seal and smiles. The fox sets the bottle down on the counter and says, "I'll take three."

Wolfbane and Thyme each pull out another bottle of honey and set it down. Avery starts the negotiations and asks, "How much are you asking for?" Thyme starts with, "$200."

Avery makes a counteroffer and says, "I'll give you $100 plus 10 packets from my imported seed box." Wolfbane quickly does the math and says, "They better be something special."

The fox turns around and picks up a box off the shelf. He sets it down on the counter and says, "Very special. Your kind can't resist the temptation of rare breeds of flowers."

Wolfbane and Thyme's antenna betray their excitement as they flip through the parchment packets and examine the crude flower shaped pictures stamped on them. Thyme knows he should just ask for more money, but the allure of something strange and new to present to the queen is too strong. The fox's grin grows bigger as they pull out more and more.

The fox says, "That's way more than ten." Thyme pulls out a fourth honey bottle. The fox shakes his head and says, "How about you trade me something else for the extras?" Thyme asks, "What?" Avery reaches for an empty glass jar covered with a piece of leather.

Avery pokes his finger at the leather cover and says, "Bee venom." Thyme and Wolfbane share a glance at each other. Bee venom is a very dangerous substance to give away. Avery spreads his paws innocently and says, "I assure you it would just be used for medicines."

Wolfbane leans close to Thyme and whispers, "We will be defenseless." Thyme says, "You have your knife. At the first sign of trouble just fly away." Thyme turns back to the negotiation and suggests, "$150 and all the seeds we picked out." Avery says, "For both of your venom. Deal."

Avery holds the jar out and shakes it at them. Wolfbane takes the jar and reaches behind him. He punctures his stinger into the leather cover and a spurt of clearish fluid comes out. A few people on the street stop to watch. Wolfbane carefully twists the jar off his stinger. Thyme takes his turn and pokes his own hole in the milking jar.

The fox starts counting out a few high value gold coins on the counter. Wolfbane is already stuffing the seed packets into his pouches. Thyme sets the jar on the counter and the fox quickly snatches it up to inspect it. Avery puts everything away and says, "It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Thyme and Wolfbane each grab a stack of the shiny coins and stuff them into their pouches. Thyme eyes a disreputable black dog that is watching them and lies, "Lets go drop this off with the drones." The two bees quickly leave the area before someone gets the idea that the two conspicuous insects are an easy target.

Walking through the town is easy since most people give the pair a wide berth on the street. They come to the town square and see a single trade wagon that is brave enough to come to such a rough town. On the other side of the square is a platform with three people in stockades.

Thyme comments, "Those are new." The pair meander over to gawk. A plump lion in leather clothes sees the pair approaching and greets them, "Welcome." Wolfbane asks, "What's going on here?" The lion gestures with his arm and says, "Public punishment for misdeeds. A new consortium is attempting to bring a higher level of order to town." Thyme and Wolfbane look over the three people.

The first is a muscular male spotted Hyena covered in scars. He glares at the bees as they inspect him. The hyena is wearing only black cloth shorts, showing off the scars on his bent over back.

The second prisoner is an albino dragonoid. Unlike the one they met earlier, this one is without wings and covered in very thick plate scales. The very large dragonoid is intimidating to look at. Thyme admires the natural suit of armor covering it's all white nude body. It idly swings its tail with resigned boredom.

The third is a small male hare with a blue and pink coat of fur. The bunny's floppy ears and cotton soft pastel colored fur are a stark contrast to the other two. The bunny says, "I'm Wilbur the arsonist! Don't mess with my naked and on display body, even though there is nothing I can do to stop you and it is completely allowed."

Wilbur eyes the bee's flat crotch curiously and crosses his legs to hide his growing erection. The lion looks amused and says, "That one is very dangerous. Be careful if you want to have fun with him. If you have a good time, I do accept small donations to reduce his sentence."

Wolfbane whispers, "Their kind doesn't like to be touched by our kind. I have always been curious." Thyme whispers back, "This is what Queen Amberfig wanted when she ordered us to get hobbies and relax." The bees nod at each other.

Thyme steps up on the platform and examines Wilbur's tail waving in excitement. Wolfbane looks over at the hyena and dragonoid and they don't appeal to him. Wolfbane picks up one of Wilbur's drooping pink ears and says, "You are pretty like a flower." Wilbur squirms in both excitement and repulsion when Thyme experimentally squeezes his short tail.

The Dragonoid and Hyena crane their necks to watch Wilbur get molested. Thyme releases the tail and slides his hand over the butt to grip around Wilbur's exposed balls. Thyme says, "I know a little about what the mammals look like under their coverings. This one is a male." Wolfbane plays with the long ears and raises them up like a rabbit. Wolfbane replies, "The drones seem to enjoy copulating with each other when the queen is busy."

Thyme says, "We have time to waste. Let us enjoy experimenting with the captive mammal."

Wilbur is aroused by the exoticness of being the two insectoid's plaything. Wilbur looks up at Wolfbane with a timid smile as his ears flop back down. The bees consider the novelness of sexual intercourse outside their species.

With impatience, Wilbur clenches his hands trapped in the stocks next to his head. Wolfbane notices Wilbur's eyes glancing hopefully at his crotch. Wolfbane spits a bit of honey on his finger and holds it to Wilbur's muzzle experimentally. Wilbur smells the rare treat and eagerly tongues at the delicacy as Wolfbane teasingly holds the finger barely within reach.

Thyme is amused at Wilbur's eagerness despite the contradictory statement earlier. He runs a finger along a ridge on his abdomen to collect a small bit of wax. He uses the waxy substance as lube to stroke Wilbur's erection. The hare dances on his feet and humps at the hand. Wilbur shudders in pleasure as he suckles on the sweet finger imagining it were the bee's penis.

The bees don't have any compunction with performing a public sex act. Wolfbane parts the exoskeleton plates on his crotch to reveal his erection. The penis is medium sized and strangely shaped. Wilbur hesitantly sniffs at it. Wolfbane steps closer and once it touches Wilbur's muzzle he starts licking at it. Wilbur enjoys the mix of flavors and engulfs the penis in his mouth.

Thyme looks at Wilbur's tailhole and figures if it's good enough for the drones, he could give it a try. He releases Wilbur's straining penis and runs both hands along his abdomen to collect as much wax secretion as he can. He wipes the glop of waxy substance on Wilbur's tailhole and is impressed as his finger easily slides in.

Thyme feels the heat from inside the mammal as he fingers him. The sphincter squeezes the finger as Wilbur moans around the cock in his mouth. Thyme looks at the lion guarding the prisoners and sees the tent in his leather pants. Thyme guides his cock towards the hare's eager hole and is quickly engulfed. Wilbur is quick to push back against the thrusts as he gets spitroasted in the town square.

Wolfbane says to Thyme, "This is a fun hobby. I first considered taking up making wax sculptures." Thyme replies "Honey, Venom, Wax, and Seed. These creatures love all our secretions."

A group of female dogs stop to watch the show and whisper to each other. Wilbur has his eyes closed focusing on the pleasure and doesn't even notice the crowd looking up at him. The lion holds out a bowl to the ladies and says, "Donations are appreciated."

The ladies each put a low value coin in the bowl and then lean against the edge of the small platform to get a good look at Wilbur's bouncing erection as his butt is pounded by a bee.

The hyena in the stocks says to the ladies. "This dragonoid is eager to put on a show too." The dragonoid turns his head to growl at the hyena. The ladies laugh and step back from the platform. They are too reserved to join in the fun.

With little fanfare, Wolfbane climaxes into Wilbur's muzzle. The hare eagerly swallows the thick and slightly sweet fluid. The bee's cock quickly retreats into his body after finishing it's job.

Wolfbane says, "It's a bit of a journey to come here, but this felt nice." Wolfbane strokes Wilbur's chin and says, "Thank you, colorful one."

Wolfbane looks over the dragonoid while waiting for Thyme to finish. The white scales are dull looking in the sun. He bends down to look into the creature's eyes and asks, "What do you usually use to polish your scales?" The dragonoid gives as much of a shrug as he can and growls, "I don't. I'm not a female."

Wolfbane pulls out a piece of cloth from his bag and wipes it over the wax secreting gland on his abdomen. Making slow circles, Wolfbane polishes a few of the spikes and plate scales covering the Dragonoid's body. The dragonoid sighs and holds still. Being shined up by the small bee is the least humiliating thing that could possibly happen to him.

Thyme looks over from thrusting into Wilbur's butt and says, "That looks like work. We are supposed to relax and have fun." Wolfbane says, "Polishing is relaxing. Look at all the pretty colors." The white scales reflect a rainbow of color in the spots Wolfbane waxed and polished.

The Hyena laughs and says, "He's as colorful as cotton candy over there." Wolfbane says, "Thank you." Wolfbane happily scrubs the prisoner's scales as he idly waits for Thyme to finish.

Thyme is close behind as he gives a few hard thrusts in Wilbur. The hare grunts and moans in pleasure. Wilbur opens his eyes to see the lion smirking at him. Wilbur's paws stamp the stage as he stands on his tip toes to push back against the thrusting. Thyme reaches the peak of his pleasure and releases his seed into the hare.

The lion guard claps his paws a few times and says, "Great performance." He holds the bowl out to the few passerbyers that have stopped to watch the strange coupling. A few more coins get dropped in. Thyme pulls his cock out and watches a string of his seed drip to the ground.

The lion swirls the coins around in the bowl and says, "Congratulations, Wilbur. You've made enough for an early release." Wilbur has a disappointed look and asks, "But I didn't get off yet! Didn't anyone else want a turn?" The few people watching laugh. The hare is reluctant to let the good times end and looks between the people watching in the crowd.

With desperation, Wilbur spots a familiar face in the crowd and calls out, "Mr Jarvous?" A middle aged deer shakes his head and says, "Sorry Wilbur, the wife only lets me have one cheat day a month."

With disappointment that no one else is going to be fucking him, Wilbur pulls open his stocks and stands up. The hyena looks at Wilbur with shock and exclaims, "What? Are these not locked?" The hyena jiggles around locked in place. The guard says with a laugh, "Our little, arsonist, knows better than to try to escape his punishment." Wilbur grips his wax covered erection and gives it a few strokes. The lion clears his throat and says sternly, "Public masturbation is strictly prohibited!"

Wilbur reluctantly releases his erection in exasperation. Wilbur grabs a ladle from a nearby bucket of water and washes out the beecum from his mouth. He takes a second scoop and splashes it on his crotch to calm himself down.

Wilbur looks down at his erection in annoyance. He holds his hand out to the lion guard expectantly. The lion pulls a burlap sack out of a nearby box. Wilbur holds his arms straight up in the air.

The lion rolls his eyes and slides the burlap garment over Wilbur's head. The sack briefly catches on Wilbur's erection as the lion drags it down to the Hare's knees. The dull brown burlap sack robe contrasts with Wilbur's pink and blue fur. Wilbur ties a string belt around his waist to give the robe a bit of form.

Thyme and Wolfbane look at the hare curiously as he looks over the dragonoid and says, "You look good shined up, Albian. Did you want me to bring you the usual for lunch?" Albian answers, "Yes, Thank you."

The lion slaps Wilbur on the butt and says, "Now be good. I don't want to see you again for at least a few weeks this time." Wilbur's attitude has completely changed now that he is out of the stocks. Wilbur gives a, "Yes Sir!" and then waves to the bees, "Bye boys! I hope to see you around sometime." Wilbur goes prancing away. Thyme says, "What an odd creature."

Wolfbane wipes his cloth on Thyme's abdomen to get a bit of wax and goes back to polishing the dragonoid. Wolfbane says, "Help me finish so we can leave." Thyme also has an obsession to not leave a task half finished and pulls out a cloth of his own to polish the dragonoid's scales. The dragonoid sighs and imagines some females would pay top dollar to be groomed like this.