Well, a friend of mine decided to do a three word challenge, I give him 3 words, he writes a 1500ish word story that I have zero idea of until it's done. My three Words were SWAT, Riot and Gas. So he's the resulting story for you to enjoy :)
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By CimmaronSpirit
Three Word Challenge for blitzsturm/Hetzer
Words: SWAT, gas, riot
Count: 1478
**WARNING: Contains: gay sex, cum, anal, oral, foot fetish, gas, mind change, and the literal meaning of “Fuck da Police.” You have been warned!**
The combat armored clad paramilitary officers of the Violence and Disorder Suppression Force stood side by side covering an entire road, their lightweight shields resting on the ground in front of them. It was a warm day, and being in Halifax, of what used to be Nova Scotia, Canada, which was right next to the coast, it was muggy as hell. That made this assignment even more uncomfortable than it already was, with the heavy armor they were wearing and the lack of a breeze.
One of the soldiers, a German Shepherd by the name of Hetzer, shifted around as best he could to keep moving. Since they were a couple blocks away from the currently unfolding protest that was marching on the local government office of the Federated States of America, he took the liberty of removing his gasmask, which only made him more uncomfortable. Most of the other anthros in the force had done the same, preferring a moment of fresh, hot air than putting up with the rubberized, even hotter air that they would have to breathe.
“ATTEN-HUT!” A loud voice barked, making all the soldiers snap to, and face forward. The massive grizzly bear that was the leader of the squads marched in front of them. “You all better make sure you have those gasmasks on, because we are testing a new non-lethal crowd suppression device. The gas should result in reducing inhibitions and suppressing aggressive thoughts for a long while, enough for us to move in and break up the crowd. It has only been tested in some lab somewhere, so the full effects are not known. So make sure those masks are on tight!”
Hetzer sighed, and pulled up the fierce looking plastic and rubber mask. While it was nice to see the new leaders of the FSA didn’t want to kill people on the streets, did they have to go and make something to make his job more difficult? Plus not having a firearm all the time, really didn’t make him feel safer. As he was pulling it over his ears, a guy behind the canine bumped into him, and he instinctively extended his claws, digging deep into the rubber mask, unknowingly putting four tiny holes were none should have been.
“Sorry Hetz!” the muffled voice of a leopard said. “Didn’t mean to.”
Hetzer shrugged. He had his mask on, and all was well. All he could breathe was the muggy air that the mask reluctantly let in. “I’m fine.”
“SHIELDS UP! PREPARE TO MOVE OUT!” the bear shouted, snapping the soldiers to attention. “FORWARD, MARCH!”
The troop of about 150 furries in the black uniforms marched forward in sync. It was a beautiful sight, Hetzer was sure, watching the military precision of the VDSF as they went to go deal with yet another protest. It must be the heat that was causing this, the fourth straight day of protest and riots. Or it could have been the draft, the taxes, the war against the Asian Unity Commonwealth and the United Nations of Europe. Who knows? Most of these folks most likely just didn’t care what they were doing, so long as they could throw insults, bricks and bottles around. Torch a car or two. Who knows?
The para-miliatries rounded the corner to face the protest in front of what was once the Nova Scotia Legislative building, and now the FUS government headquarters for the State of Atlantia. The thousands of protesters, most sweating from the heat and from the physical activity of chanting and marching in protest of whatever they were going on about, raised a cry of fear and hatred as they saw the soldiers. A few rocks and bottles sailed through the air and clattered harmlessly against shield and armor. In the background, smoke from a burning vehicle curled upwards, touching the bright blue sky.
“Alright,” the speaker in Hetzer’s helmet went off. “We are deploying the new weapon. Stand to!”
The moment the marching feet of the soldiers stopped, a whistle went through the air. Hetzer looked up to see a small missile fly over the crowd, and then explode. But no shrapnel emerged, only a pink cloud that quickly went down and smothered the crowd.
The cries of panic and fear went up, which slowly subsided to moans, groans and, to the shock of the German shepherd, downright lust. The crowd began to turn to each other, kissing, groping, ripping clothes off. Already the protesters were beginning to grind against each other, clothing flying off as the beginnings of a massive public orgy started.
“Well… uhh…” the voice in Hetzer’s helmet said, “they didn’t tell me that was going to happen. Either way, we have to deal with them. Cause no bodily harm, but try to separate the crowd and let’s get them contained and ready to load up. BREAK UP RANKS AND FORWARD!”
The Violence and Disorder Suppression Force officers moved in, stepping their way around the mass of nude, horny furries. Hetzer followed behind, but as he advanced into the crowd and the pink smoke, something began to nag at him. His mind began to feel hazy and he approached a threesome; a donkey, lion, and kangaroo: all of them males making out and stoking their dicks. The canine started panting heavily, the uniform becoming way to heavy and hot suddenly.
Oh shit… I’m breathing in this crap… oh God… I…I…it feels… NO! I’m the law here! I don’t… fuck… fuck… FUCK… NEED TO FUCK!
Before Hetzer knew it, he was pulling off his gas mask, slipping out of his combat armor, and joining the three men in front of him, breathing the aromatic love gas deep into his lungs.
The donkey and the kangaroo noticed the police officer, and grinned stupidly, their cocks hanging out and dripping in front of them. “Hey, man, you like you need a bone,” the donkey chuckled, waving his cock.
“Or two,” the kangaroo grinned, a small spurt of pre dribbling down his shaft. Hetzer barely needed an invitation, and he was already on his knees, sucking off the equine and stroking the roo. The donkey brayed, and started bucking his hips into the willing, egger, expert mouth. The kangaroo began tongue kissing the donkey again, loud slurps and moans between the two showing just how much they loved it. The broad paws of the kangaroo made its way down to the unattended canine red rocket, and began playing with it, making its owner groan as well.
Hetzer continued licking over the long, broad equine shift in his muzzle, feeling the heated, salty pre-seed drip onto his tongue. At the same time he began to feel his pants being pulled off, followed by a rough tongue being applies to his tailhole. Hetzer shuddered as the tongue of what must have been the lion pushed against his passage, clinching tight as he was violated oh so pleasurably. Moments later, the tongue was removed, and a hot, pointed piece of flesh replaced, followed a moment later by a push, as the barbed feline cock gained entrance.
The German Shepherd groaned out, feeling his anus being stretched wide, the innumerable sharp tips digging into his sensitive flesh as the lion pushed in and out, gaining more and more as he went in.
The donkey in front of Hetzer began thrusting even more, the powerful hips of the quine pushing the long dick even deeper into Hetzer, nearly making him gag. However, he quickly adapted, gently nibbling on the cock to urge the bounty. He continued to fondle the kangaroo’s member as well, even managing to reach up and play with the balls that, unlike any other animal, were on top of the penis. Though, it was easier to get to at least.
The kangaroo gasped as sharp claws prodded at his member, and with a deep moan into the donkey’s mouth, the first of the three protesters unleashing their load, plastering the brown and black fur of the German Shepherd in white cream. The donkey, with the dog’s tongue and mouth doing its job well, brayed next, and unleashed its load down the canine’s throat, which drank it greedily, suckling every last drop possible. Behind, with increasingly ragged, forcefull thrusts by the king of the jungle and the clinches and jabs at the canine’s prostate, the lion roared out, and pumped his load deep into the bowels of the bottom.
Hetzer, the one taking all this, was the last to go, his knotted cock having been played with by the big roo paws, let loose a howl that was the signal of his release.
The four furs collapsed against each other, panting in the afterglow. The loud crunch of combat boots nearby made Hetzer look up, face to face with his commanding officer.
“Hey Sir…” he lustfully moaned. “Care to join?”