Winston groaned at the sound of his alarm. The blaring noise meant two things to the donkey as he slammed the accursed thing off. He was awake, and thirty minutes later than he planned to be. The tent from his equine cock stood up untouched, pulsing for attention. Gritting his teeth, he turned to find his wife still sleeping, curling over as if the alarm never sounded off. 


Of course, she wanted to make him work for it today. Grumbling to himself, he pushed their bedsheets over her head to expose the ferret’s plump ass. The wide plug in her rear made him smile. Still loyal, just letting cracks slip in her discipline. He’d need to fix that when off duty. 


“Morning, slut.” He wrenched the plug free, waking her up in the process. Whatever reflexive struggles she had were pinned by his hands. “I woke up today thirty minutes before my shift and no lips around my cock. I’m sure you understand why that’s not a good thing.” 


Any apologies the ferret gave were muffled by the bedsheets. “I don’t want excuses, slut. I want my morning wood satisfied. If you ain’t gonna give me your lips, I’ll take your ass.” Thanks to the leftover lube from the plug and years of fucking only her ass, his monster of a cock had no problem slipping inside her. Well, no problems on his end. He had no doubt his personal fucksleeve was gritting her teeth from the ensuing pressure filling her up. Not that he cared. Winston made the consequences of sleeping in loud and clear.


She liked it soon enough. His deep thrusts changed the pillow-biting grunts to moans of pleasure in a manner of moments. “Oh, is this what you wanted?” He jeered, leaning in to push her covered face into the mattress. “Did I forget to fuck you last night? That why you neglected your duties? If I had the time I’d turn your ass purple for that.” Sadly he didn’t. It’d take ten minutes to get to the station, fifteen if he stopped for breakfast along the way. He might have to skip that. 


Growing short on time, Winton’s hips slammed hard and fast into his wife’s backside. She praised him under her breath, just like a good slavewife would but he didn’t bother encouraging it. Just a fast and loose fuck to get his day started. 


With gritted teeth, he filled her. Cock acting as a plug with every spasm inside. He refitted her hole with the toy after pulling out, giving those cheeks a soft pat. “Remind me to punish you when I get off of work today. Love you.” 


The ferret mumbled something, probably another declaration of love. Winston didn’t pay close attention. His gaze sat fixed on the clock that read he had five minutes left until his shift started. “Fuck.”




***




Someone had brought donuts. Not his first choice of breakfast, both because of the calories and the stereotype of cops loving them, but he made do. The pink box had only one left, the creme-filled kind. He hated creme-filled. The donkey likened it to eating up someone’s sloppy seconds. Only bitches and cucks did that, both of which belonged under his hooves.


“Rare to see you late.” Speaking of bitches, his partner cracked a grin as she patted his back. Athletic for a woman, Officer Masters was a cheetah that Winston found tolerable at best. Most women in uniform didn’t meet his fancy. They all looked bad in pants, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he preferred them doing office work over anything in the line of duty. But Abigail was special, if only for one good reason.


He forced a smile. “Alarm failed to go off. Coffee any good?”


She shook her head, letting her ponytail slap back and forth. “Hanners burned it. We can stop for coffee on the way to our assignment. We’re on speeder duty.”


Now Winston’s smile was for real. “Perfect. I could use some peace and quiet.” Speeder duty in Highman Break, or just about any place in the United States, often involved speed traps. There a cop car could hunker down, hidden from the road from one or both directions to catch unaware cars going over the speed limit. Early in the month no one cared if someone went a little over unless quotas were delayed. The closer to quota came, the more anal Winston and his fellow officers were about speeding. A waste of money, but they had to spend it to keep their budget from shrinking. 


In the decade he’d been on the force, he wasn’t sure if they ever had a decrease in budget. 


Course, speeding was only taking up a quarter of his thought process. After getting coffee and hunkering down, the donkey lazily held his scanner up while partaking in the tolerable aspect of his partner, currently gagging on the upper half of his cock.


“Come on,” Winston sipped from his black coffee. “My wife can reach my base, the fuck is your excuse?”


Popping off, the cheetah coughed twice before answering. “Your wife’s probably missing organs.”


“No, she’s just loyal enough to give me what I want. Unlike you.” Not that he wanted Abigail to be his wife, or even loyal to him. He’d seen whores like her all the time, more from housewives than streetworkers funnily enough. Not wanting to be interrupted, he held her jaw tight before she could speak. “Don’t give me any sass. We both know you bend over for any officer that puts you in your place.” From the chief to even cadets. Everyone at the station knew, especially after the orgy.


But Abigail liked to pretend otherwise. “Oh?” She whispered from his grip, “And what’s my place?” As if she had any right to question it. Tempted to slap that bratty smile off her face, Winston spat in her mouth instead. She swallowed without hesitation, sticking her tongue out in response. 


Fuck if that didn’t get him harder. 


Having enough foreplay, he put the tracer down and dragged his partner out of the cruiser by her headfur, pressing her against the vehicle to latch her own cuffs behind her back. “I can’t imagine being your husband. How can he go on knowing most of the force is using his wife like a waterpump in a desert?” 


“He gets off on it.” She smiled. 


Winston looped one arm around her neck and unbuckled her belt with the other. “So he likes being a cuck?” He whispered, slipping underneath her pants and panties. The cheetah drenched his fingers. “He ever watch someone else fuck you?”


“Once…his brother. On our wedding night.”


He laughed. What a fucking failure of a man her husband had to be. “Just once? Maybe I should pay you both a visit after work hours. Fuck your ass while he watches. Then fuck his ass.” He would, and that’s why the donkey’s threat was empty. Not only would he fuck the cuck’s ass in front of his whore wife, Winston would be tempted to make the man his sissy bitch. That took too much time and effort on his part, and he already had one trans bitch in his life, though she didn’t fit the bitch mold anymore. 


He slapped her when she tried to kiss him, eliciting a swear from her. “What makes you think I want that mouth anywhere near mine?” Winston spat on her then pushed her over the trunk and pulled down her pants. A skirt would have been easier. Painfully erect, he lined his cock against her moist lips. “Maybe I should give you another kid. Really sell it to your husband how much of a slut you are.”


She thought about it. The softness of her face and blank eyes told him as much. He dragged his shaft along her lower lips, covering himself in her juices. He wouldn’t actually do it. Winston pierced his wife’s cunt up explicitly so she couldn’t get pregnant anymore. Besides, he preferred ass. Everyone had one, from the most devoted of wives, to even pathetic men who needed a good pounding and a pretty dress. 


So he lined his flat head underneath her cunt, against the loose pucker she called her ass, and pushed. Not inexperienced, but still needing effort, Winston had to clamp the cheetah’s mouth shut as he pushed into her. Even in the early blue morning when the sun still hadn’t risen and no cars passed them, he wanted the whore of the HBPD to be as quiet as possible. 


Their cruiser shook under his thrusts. Pants echoed across the morning air. He unbuttoned her shirt to grope and twist her chest, pausing only to smack her wet cunt. Abigail raised her legs as he fucked her, wrapping them around to keep him from pulling away like the greedy fuckhole she was. It’s why he’d never want her as a wife, she’d never be loyal.


She had her uses though, fulfilling them now as he filled her insides. 


“Fuck…” Winston pulled out, sighing and wanting a smoke. Not that he had any, having quit when his kid was born at his wife’s behest. “You good?”


Abigail nodded. “You could finish me off.”


Winston laughed and tossed the keys to her cuffs to her. “Only person I care to finish off is my wife, and that’s if she’s been a good girl.” Checking his watch, the donkey was dismayed at how many hours he had left in the day. “I can’t wait for my rotation to be up. I need a long nap."