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Took me a while to write the story attached to it, that's my defence.\n\nRight, the concept of Xiang's ride was inspired by a piece done by [url=https://www.deviantart.com/lorddragonmaster]LDM[/url] and been used with permission, go browse their gallery to find the original piece. \n\nThe art in question was drawn by my awesome and talented friend [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ryono]Ryono[/url] who did an amazing job putting this one together for me! Go check out his stuff!\n\nAnd lastly, here's the attached story!\n\n------------------------------------------\n\nClarice leaned back in her seat, arms crossed lightly beneath her rounded bust, so full it threatened to burst her buttoned top wide open. The doberman moving her arms forward she lifted them as high as the roof of her patrol car would allow, stretching out and tensing her muscles before relaxing and letting her arms fall. Landing softly upon her thick, firm thighs. Eyes glancing down at the stiff shaft nestled between her legs, watching it throb within its blue latex sleeve, bold yellow letters spelling out “LAW” down its length. Plump, black painted lips parting and her tongue passing over them for a moment as her fingers slowly wrapped around the generous length. Leaning her head back, she started to stroke in slow motions. A soft sigh of pleasure leaving her lips as a droplet of pearlescent fluid pushed out through the tip of her thick girl cock. Eyes glancing over to her dashboard ornament, a small plastic statue of Goddess Flora and her daughter Victoria.\n\n Victoria standing bent at the hip, hands upon her slightly bent knees while her mother held her hips, cock poised at her protruding ass. Clarice leaning over slightly and giving the base a little tap, causing the two to start rocking. Flora’s cock vanishing into the curved buttocks while Victoria rocked forward. The highway patrol woman biting her lower lip, picturing herself in Victoria’s place, made to take the goddess’ fat pole over and over, feeling it open up her ass as Flora took her rightful pleasure. \n\n For a moment, Clarice considered climbing in the back and strapping herself into the punishment seat..\n\n A beep interrupted that thought and drew her attention to the dashboard as the proximity sensor down the road detected an oncoming vehicle. Straightening herself up, she drew a finger up the belly of her cock to gather up her pree before bringing it to her mouth and plopping it past the plump lips to suckle upon it for a moment. Savoring the taste, she almost lost herself in need again but managed to pull herself together. Reaching over, she tapped a few buttons on the controls and brought the speed camera online. Leaning forward, one hand upon the wheel and the other on the quick start.\n\n Waiting.. Waiting.. She heard the distant sound of an engine drawing closer, lips growing into a large grin. The volume grew louder as the vehicle drew closer at high speed. Now she felt happy, she would get means to deal with her lust and punish a criminal at the same time. A blur blew past, the speed radar pinging up numbers to seventy seven miles per hour, seventeen miles over the speed limit. \n\n Grin growing wider, her cock throbbed in anticipation and her stiff nipples threatened to poke holes in her jacket. Hitting the speed starter, the engine roared to life and the wheels spun before the patrol car shot off, jerking the wheel to turn out on the road she accelerated from standstill to eighty in but a few seconds. Sirens screaming to life and flashing lights lighting up the early evening as she chased after the speeder.\n\n Following the road, she had her foot on the pedal the entire time until she caught up to her prey. Coming closer, she saw that it was a hover bike, a very rare vehicle to see and this one seemed custom built. Only seeing the back, which was high-risen and sporting engines, thrusters and decorative details, she couldn’t make out the driver. Probably some rich, self-privileged brat playing with a new toy given by their parents. Making her grin grow wider, she was ready to hit it as this would no doubt turn into a chase.\n\n Only, it didn’t.\n\n The indicators on the bike blinked to life, shaped like three hearts lighting up in turn before repeating, the speed dropping swiftly. Clarice feeling a little disappointed that this didn’t follow the scenario in her head, which ended with the driver handcuffed and bent over the hood of her car. \n\n Turning off the main road and onto a small side road and going a little bit into it before coming to a halt. Clarice taking a moment to call in the stop, idly checking the dash cam. No net connection, just as well, then she wouldn’t have to ask Peg at the station delete footage from the server if this went too far. \n\n Climbing out of her car, she stood up tall, shifting slightly upon her heels. Correcting the peak cap upon her head before moving down, nudging her mirrored sunglasses, which also gave her a HUD to help with aim, night vision and facial recognition. Down from her head, her chest was wrapped tightly in a police jacket, exposing more of her breasts and cleavage than concealing it. Her badge was pinned right over one of her nipples. Hips held in tight pants that was like a second skin, cock exposed through the sleeve that held it. Belt wrapped around her waist, more to carry her kit than keeping her pants up. Gun, taser, cuffs and large, blunt batoon, the head thicker than the handle. Feet supported by eight inch stiletto heels, making her walk upon her tiptoes and presenting her ass for anyone behind her. All of this was dressed upon a curvaceous frame, wide hips, thick, tapered thighs, protruding ass, tits large, rounded and fake. Her lips plumped and inflated, painted black to match her uniform.\n\n Stepping forward, she emphasised her steps to cause audible clicks to declare her approach. Coming up upon the hover bike, which was designed to resemble a trike rather than a regular motorcycle. Passing it, she put on a stern face with her hand resting upon the handle of her batoon.\n\n “Is there a problem officer.” She almost stopped dead in her tracks at the honey coated voice that greeted her as she came up to the driver. Sitting reclined back in a comfortable, throne-like seat, one leg resting gently over the other and her hands upon her raised knee was a purple feline. It was obvious that she was enhanced, nothing uncommon about that but Clarice had not been prepared for what greeted her. Deep purple with pinkish hair and lines running across her body in a living, shifting pattern in the same colour as her hair, resembling that of a circuit pattern one would find in electronics. Wrapped in a skin tight, form hugging, body displaying full bodysuit made out of what seemed to be a latex-like material. She smiled softly at Clarice while she waited for a reply.\n\n For a moment, the police woman was stunned, she had expected some half-crying or arrogant brat to spat nonsense at her not an elegant and polite lady that seemed to be about to cooperate fully with her. Blinking a few times, she pulled herself back to the moment and cleared her throat before attempting to bring this back on track. \n\n “Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” She asked, finding it difficult to bring on a sterner tone as she spoke. Her inside voice telling her to get a grip and pull it together rather than let herself be distracted by a pretty face and perky tits in a skintight, form hugging, revealing bodysuit...\n\n “I do believe that I was following the speed limit officer, unless..” Slowly she leaned forward and tapped the heart symbol in the centre of the steering. Clarice tensed for a moment before a holographic screen lit itself up, showing graphs, statistics and text logs scrolling across it.\n\n “Oh.. oh my.. It would seem that the speedometer is off..” The feline said, leaning back while tapping a finger against her lower lip. Clarice’s eyes being drawn to the soft plumpness dimpling inwards by her finger, her gaze transfixed by this tiny detail while images of the head of her cock resting against it instead of her finger.\n\n “Ma’am, kindly step out of the vehicle.” Bring it back together, those were the words going through her head. Stepping back, she gave space for the feline to swing her legs out of her ride before she leaned forward to pull herself out. Reaching forward, Clarice placed her hand in the path of the cat’s as she was to take hold of the side of her seat, gently helping her to step out as her heeled feet came down on the ground and she pulled herself out of the seat. \n\n The feline was shorter than the doberman, who stood nearly a head taller and Clarice had to tilt her head forward to look at her. Somehow, she managed to put on a firmer face now and she grabbed the feline’s shoulder and turned her around before giving her a gentle but guiding push against the side of her bike. Pushing her legs apart slightly, the doberman placed her hands on the sides of the feline’s chest and started to slide them down her towards her waist.\n\n “Is this really necessary?” She asked and glanced over her shoulder while she let Clarice pat her down.\n\n “Yes, ma’am, now let me finish.” Feeling down her waist, she pushed her hands forward to her stomach before bringing them upwards until she felt the ample but firm breasts overfill her palms. Feeling over them, she let her fingers latch around the hardening nipples through the tight cloth, tugging them outwards and drawing a soft moan from the feline. Clarice pushing herself up behind her, letting her cock slide up against her ample rump, resting against the cleft of her ass while she toyed and pinched with the cat’s nipples.\n\n Biting her lip, the moans of the woman urged her on and the soft pushback from her rump as it rubbed against her cock. Abandoning her chest, the doberman’s hands moved down over her stomach again, swirling around her hips to cup her rear for a moment. Big with a layer of softness that swallowed her fingers before finding firmness beneath it, oh how she wanted to feel her cock engulfed by those cheeks. Tearing her hands away she shifted backwards before crouching down, following a full thigh downwards to her ankle before moving up the other. Clarice’s eyes not following her hands but rather glued to the cat’s ass, presented in its wrapped up state. Held so tightly by the bodysuit it was as if the feline was wearing nothing at all. Biting her lower lip, she fought the urge to bury her face in the feline tush before her.\n\n Hands going up, they dipped in between her legs, expecting to find a moistening flower but instead her hand was overfilled by a heavy bulge causing her to stop in mid motion. Feeling the weight in her hand, the size of the plump balls and the heavy shaft that lay semi-soft within their latex home.\n\n “Doggy find a bone?” A soft purr pulled her back and she rose swiftly to her feet and grabbed the feline’s shoulder to swirl her around, such remarks was enough to give her reason to be a bit more aggressive. Not ready for the rough yanking on her shoulder, the feline lost her balance and fell forward, a yelp escaping her lips and arms flailing she tipped right into the waiting arms of Clarice.\n\n One hand landed upon the canine’s waist and the other found its way to her member, fingers wrapping around its base and trailing upwards, drawing a gasp from Clarice. Full lips latched onto a stiff nipple through thing cloth of her uniform and suckled while the hand started to slowly stroke along the stiff length. Looking down, the canine’s eyes meet the black and maroon ones of the feline while she was latched onto her nipple. She should shove her off but she couldn’t, she stood frozen as her cock was teasingly caressed by the silken hand. Moans erupted from her lips, arms rising to wrap around the fline. One hand falling upon the back of her head and the other upon the curve of her back, pulling her closer.\n\n “Kiss me..” The cat whispered when she pulled her mouth free, leaving a wet patch upon the police woman’s jacket where her nipple poked proudly through the fabric. Clarice in turn needed no further encouragement and let her head dart downwards, her lips connecting to the smaller feline’s and her tongue spearing into her mouth.\n\n Arms wrapped around the doberman’s neck and the cat pulled herself up, legs sliding around Clarice’s hips while the canine’s hands moved down to cup the hefty ass that now rested upon her stiff member. She didn’t believe she could grow harder, but feeling her cock nestled between the plump buttocks proved her wrong. Bouncing with each throb, her cock beat against the feline’s tush, drawing muffled moans from the larger woman while her tongue wrestled with the purple kitten’s.\n\n Time lost meaning as their tongues coupled, lips locked together, breasts mashed against each other, hands roaming over bodies. It was not until the cat pulled back from the blushing and panting canine that Clarice noticed that the sun had fully set over the horizon now.\n\n “Is there a problem, officer?” The question was repeated from earlier while the feline still had her arms and legs wrapped around the larger police woman.\n\n “Y.. you were speeding..” Clarice stated between pants, her lips tingling and cock still throbbing against the ample ass resting upon it.\n\n “Yes.. that is.. Let me explain,” Slowly the feline unwound herself from the canine and turned around, bending over the seat of her bike to retrieve something from the compartment hidden in the side. Clarice’s eyes draw to the plump rear presented to her, a lump fueled by lust growing in the back of her throat while she fought the urge to simply grab the wide hips and hammer her cock home through the latex.\n\n Before she could lose the battle against herself the cat had turned around and presented her with a tablet. Blinking a few times, Clarice let her eyes move over the document lit up on the screen. Test drives. Experimental transportation vehicle. Test pilot. Were words that lit up to her along with the signature and official stamp of approval at the very bottom.\n\n “Wait, you’re a test pilot?” Clarice asked, raising an eyebrow, slowly coming back from reality while her lust subsided.\n\n “Test pilot, designer, engineer. This is my little pet project, a new, luxurious and elegant mode of transport. Hover bikes have been around for a few years now but not really become viable except for the eccentric collection. Reducing them to little more than a garage decoration. There is a lot of maintenance, safety issues and not to mention the cost of merely driving around. Now, there are obviously a few minor kinks, but.. So far I have all the major issues taken care off.”\n\n Clarice’s head was spinning from the sudden turn about of the situation, from having her tonsils examined by an agile tongue to getting bombarded with information. Sure, she was no stranger to it but this was something else. Often had she been getting head from her chief only to be given an assignment moments later. This was different however, faster and with a bigger divergence between pleasure and business, and the feline just kept going on.\n\n “Obviously the speedometer needs to be calibrated and the control response time needs to be tweaked, the passenger seats tested out as well.”\n\n “Passenger seats?” The police woman asked, she gave the hoverbike another look, no where did she spot anything resembling an extra seat except for the driver.\n\n “Why, yes, a lady simply cannot travel without her pets now can she?” The feline said in a purr and drew a finger along the seat, which split apart and folded outwards. Clarice’s eyes widening at what was revealed beneath, a person-shaped alcove with straps, clamps and a thick, phallic pole jutting upwards where the person’s rear would be seated. Her cock jumped slightly when imagined the predicament of being stuck in it.\n\n This wasn’t lost on the feline as she glanced between the larger doberman and the ‘passenger seat’ while musing slightly.\n\n “Wanna go for a ride?”\n\n The question pulled her back to reality.\n\n “Wha?”\n\n “Do you want to go for a ride, officer?” The cat asked, cocking her hips and tilting her head slightly while a playful smile was drawn over her lips.\n\n “I.. uhm.. I..” Clarice fumbled her words, taken back by the question.\n\n “Quick ride, just a mile down the road and back.” Pushing up against her, the feline placed her hand upon Clarice’s throbbing member, fingers wrapping around the length before she started to stroke it. Slow, gentle motions up and down the thick meat, caressing it through the rubbery sleeve that decorated it.\n\n “I can see your longing gaze.. Your curious want to feel what it is like.. Trapped by metal.. The rumbling of the engine all around you..”\n\n Clarice bit her lip to stifle her moans, hips involuntarily jerking against the motions of the soft hand. Eyes moving away from the feline and back to the compartment in the bike before going back to the feline again.\n\n “O-okay..” She let out in a whisper while her hand reached up to grip around the cat’s shoulder. The smile that grew over the purple feline’s face nearly split it in two while her fingers dug firmly into the doberman’s shaft.\n\n The following event flowed almost too fast for Clarice to follower, her clothes ended up thrown over the front of her own patrol car, belt draped over the side mirror. Clothes leaving her toned body while the feline’s hand never left her cock, stroking, caressing and guiding her towards the bike with it. Letting her balance on the very edge of spilling her seed. \n\nA cradle was pulled out from the “passenger seat” and Clarice guide down, she noted that she was facing the opposite way of the direction the bike would be going in but she never got a chance to ask about it before she was fully laid into the cradle. Her arms were laid behind her back, slipping into a comfortable sleeve that inflated to grip them tightly. A leather corset, anchored into the cradle, was pulled around her waist and laced up tightly, pulling her snugly down. Straps went around her bosom, making them jut outwards from her chest and then up over her shoulders. Moving further, her knees were pulled up and pinned against her chest, lower legs folded down and feet pulled to be pressed into her own buttocks.\n\n“Comfy?” The feline asked, pulling her hand away from the doberman’s cock, which throbbed in need to cum. Clarice could only nod slowly, trying to squirm but not getting anywhere, “Good.”\n\nA button was pressed and the cradle started to slowly slide downwards, the feline pulling a clear bottle from behind the seat, popping the cork and pouring its contents out over Clarice’s balls and rump. A hand moving down to smear it out over her buttocks, fingers pressing against her rear hole and sliding inside with little to no effort, drawing a surprised gasp from the restrained police woman.\n\n“Frictionless lube,” the purple woman purred and tilted her head just as the cool, smooth rod touched against the ebony buttocks of the doberman. Who could only let out a slow, drawn out wail while the mechanics of her prison slowly, slowly pulled her down and impaled her upon the thick shaft. Wail turning into moans and grunts, panting and gasping, her head lolling back once she heard a click and the cradle came to a stop. She felt.. Full, as if the pole was reaching all the way to her chest, smooth and cold, a tremor went through it, drawing another moan from her lips just as the seat cushions slid together and enclosed her fully. A rest for her neck and head rising to support her, making her look along the seat and seeing her own cock jutting upwards through a hole in it. Did this mean that…?\n\nAnother moan was pulled from her lips as a warmth grew around the base of her cock before rushing up along her shaft. For a brief moment, her cock was enclosed in heat before it quickly died down and she saw her member enclosed in a black sheath of latex. Only for the rest of her body to heat up, an airtight bag having formed around her within her prison and the air was now being sucked out of it. Trapping her even further while the tightening, enclosing, squeezing latex clamped down all around her body. Making even the slightest squirm impossible.\n\n“Oh..” Her attention was pulled to the feline while she stepped up onto her bike, slinging one leg over Clarice head and pushing her ample, fully rump backwards over the seat and the doggie cock jutting up from it, “My name is Xiang by the way.”\n\nClarice watched with spellbound attention as Xiang’s ass descended upon her cock, a split in the back of her bodysuit opening up to reveal the cleft of her ass while she seated herself. The latex coated cock sliding up into the tight enclosure of the feline’s ass valley and vanishing from sight. A long, deep, guttural moan being drawn from the doberman’s lips as Xiang firmly and swiftly impaled herself upon the hard shaft. A more modest, content moan leaving her lips when she seated herself fully and leaned back in her seat. Wiggling left then wiggling right, she took her time to make herself comfortable. One hand dipping down to tug upon a fold between her legs and Clarice’s world fell in shadow.\n\nSMACK\n\nXiang’s cock came down upon her face and landed with a wet, firm thud, a sigh of relief coming from its owner when it was finally freed from the tight confines. Clarine’s lip trembled at the size, sure she had meet big girls and she was one herself, but this sudden whap to her face coupled with her helplessness made it all the more intimidating. Smiling down at her, leaning her head to look around her own cock, Xiang wrapped a hand around her shaft and lifted it. Bringing it down to tap the head against the doberman’s nose a few times.\n\n“Be a good girl and open wiiiiide now..” Xiang purred and squeezed her ass around the shaft lodged, drawing a sudden gasp from her new friend and taking the chance to push the head of her cock right into her open mouth. Pushing, it slipped to the back of her mouth and tapped lightly against the opening of her throat. Her eyes went wide when her mouth was stuffed, lips stretched into an O-shape around the fat member that now invaded her maw.\n\nWarmth built around her neck and a muffled cry escaped her when the latex rushed up her head and closed around it, a thick ring forming around her lips and trapping them in their open state. For a moment she felt a shrill of panic when she couldn’t breath, the cock plugging her mouth and her nose being covered by the latex, she tried to inhale but nothing would get past. Not until a sudden suction pulled the air that remained from her lungs and then pushed fresh air right down into them, slow, clam pumps of air being fed to her by her prison now. Nose starting to tingle, thinking felt difficult while her loins started to burn even hotter. There was something in the air that was being supplied to her but she didn’t care for more than a moment, her head growing heavy and her body relaxing.\n\nHer prison shifted and a vibration ran through the thick shaft lodged within her rump, a warning before it started to tremble steadily, sliding backwards slightly. Clarice’s vision lit up, screens placed right in front of her eyes coming alive and showing the road before her. The bike rising slightly before drifting sideways onto the road and with a jolt it shot down the pavement as if fired from a cannon. The dildo within the doberman’s rump jerked to life, pumping into her ass, spinning and vibrating. Sending vibrations echoing up her cock and into the feline’s ass, causing her to push her cock deeper into Clarice’s throat and send a few droplets of pree running down it.\n\n Xiang leaned back in her seat, letting her helmet form around her head while she speed down the road, already passing the one mile mark and she kept going into the night. Turning off the main highway to take one of the side roads, long, straight and desolate, they would be in the next state in the morning. \n\n For Clarice, she could only stare at the vision of the road blurring past, images flashing across it, only for a fraction of a section, playing out randomly until a coherent vision played before her. Two clearly female forms, swirling in place, only to push their asses backwards towards her. “SPEED!” Flashed over their rumps and she felt a thrill run down her spine. They swirled again, bending towards her and each placing a kiss on her vision, lip-prints lingering. “MORE!” Then they flashed facing each other, breasts and cheeks pushed together, holding hands and looking at her, cocks flashing behind them before snapping forward. The image fading just as they threw their heads back in pleasure. “SPEED!” Flashed again.\n\n “Yes.. more.. More speed.. Faster.. Faster..” Clarice moaned into her own mind, helpless to move while the blizz-laced air flooded her lungs and the didlo worked her rear entrance, sending electric shocks through her body, “More.. speed.. To cum.. Need more speed to cum. Need more speedtocum! Needmorespeedotcum! NEEDMORESPEEDTOCUM!!”\n\n Through the journey, that single thought dominated her mind, the flashing images and the aphrodisiac drugs and the constant edging reprogramming her into a speed addicted slut. Nothing mattered now, only to go faster and faster, to feel the machine rumble around her, to feel her cock enveloped by her mistress’ rump, to nurse on her mistress’ cock while they speed down the roads.. She was gone.. And by morning, nothing of Clarice remained, only the first Speed Slut of Xiang’s pussy wagon, a piece of the machine…\n\n Epilogue\n\n Steven leaned back in his patrol car, his light, femenine shape looking out of place in the oversized vehicle. Hand wrapped around his cock, the bunny stroked away on his crotch pole while listening to the radio.\n\n “And it has been over a week since Officer Clarice vanished from I669 and still no traces of her whereabouts have been fun, hopefully she’s been whisked away to some breeding farm where she’ll live a long and productive life. Next up is the weather with Samantha, whom I stuffed a new sized plug with an industrial vibration motor in it into earlier in the program, how are you holding up sweetheart?”\n\n “Oooouuauaaaaauuuunnnnnng!!!” \n\n “Fantastic! It seems I will be pitching the weather as well, which will be followed by sports and the sound of me deepthroating our presenter Mike. Whom in his younger days, for all you new listeners, was known as Mike Ironshaft, three times Butt-busting champion! I’m looking forward to him railing my ass later in the show! But before the weather, we will play you Slutgarden by Minnie and the Equestrian Dongs, stay tuned good folks!”\n\n Steven chuckled and picked up the pace of his stroke, planning to finish his post-lunch stroke before going out on patrol. Only he was interrupted by the sound of an approaching engine, roaring loudly and growing louder, he put his cock away and grabbed the speed laser instead. Propping it up against the open window and waited, only seeing a blur whisk by, he didn’t bother to wait for the read before he slammed his foot onto the gas and shoot off. Yanking the steering wheel to bend the car down the road and following the speed freak. \n\n They had slowed down further down the road, good, or Steven was unsure if he’d actually catch up. Sirens blaring and lights flashing, he pulled up behind the swiftly. Registering the.. Odd shape of the bike he’d caught up to, it took a few moments for his mind to realize it was a hover bike. With it pulling up, he stopped behind them, called in the stop and got out of his car. His smaller, femboyish frame not looking the least bit intimidating while he walked up to the bike. As planned, everytime the situation had called for a physical solution, he’d always taken people by surprise.\n\n “Is there a problem officer?” A sultry voice asked the bunny as he came up to the driver, and stopped in his tracks, the busty purple feline purring while the latex coated head between her thighs bobbed up and down the glistening pole of flesh jutting from her loins.. Seemingly only concerned with slurping upon the cock, the occupant uncaring of anything else.\n\n “Yo-you were speeding..” Steven began, having lost his cool completely by the scene before him..\n\n “Oh dear.. I guess I need to calibrate the speedometer again.. Care to help me, officer? I will naturally pay all fines I may have acquired.”\n\n “Ye-yeah.. Sure..”","description_bbcode_parsed":"Oooooh boy, this one has been lying about for a long ass time waiting to be posted. Took me a while to write the story attached to it, that's my defence.

Right, the concept of Xiang's ride was inspired by a piece done by LDM and been used with permission, go browse their gallery to find the original piece.

The art in question was drawn by my awesome and talented friend Ryono who did an amazing job putting this one together for me! Go check out his stuff!

And lastly, here's the attached story!

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Clarice leaned back in her seat, arms crossed lightly beneath her rounded bust, so full it threatened to burst her buttoned top wide open. The doberman moving her arms forward she lifted them as high as the roof of her patrol car would allow, stretching out and tensing her muscles before relaxing and letting her arms fall. Landing softly upon her thick, firm thighs. Eyes glancing down at the stiff shaft nestled between her legs, watching it throb within its blue latex sleeve, bold yellow letters spelling out “LAW” down its length. Plump, black painted lips parting and her tongue passing over them for a moment as her fingers slowly wrapped around the generous length. Leaning her head back, she started to stroke in slow motions. A soft sigh of pleasure leaving her lips as a droplet of pearlescent fluid pushed out through the tip of her thick girl cock. Eyes glancing over to her dashboard ornament, a small plastic statue of Goddess Flora and her daughter Victoria.

    Victoria standing bent at the hip, hands upon her slightly bent knees while her mother held her hips, cock poised at her protruding ass. Clarice leaning over slightly and giving the base a little tap, causing the two to start rocking. Flora’s cock vanishing into the curved buttocks while Victoria rocked forward. The highway patrol woman biting her lower lip, picturing herself in Victoria’s place, made to take the goddess’ fat pole over and over, feeling it open up her ass as Flora took her rightful pleasure.

    For a moment, Clarice considered climbing in the back and strapping herself into the punishment seat..

    A beep interrupted that thought and drew her attention to the dashboard as the proximity sensor down the road detected an oncoming vehicle. Straightening herself up, she drew a finger up the belly of her cock to gather up her pree before bringing it to her mouth and plopping it past the plump lips to suckle upon it for a moment. Savoring the taste, she almost lost herself in need again but managed to pull herself together. Reaching over, she tapped a few buttons on the controls and brought the speed camera online. Leaning forward, one hand upon the wheel and the other on the quick start.

    Waiting.. Waiting.. She heard the distant sound of an engine drawing closer, lips growing into a large grin. The volume grew louder as the vehicle drew closer at high speed. Now she felt happy, she would get means to deal with her lust and punish a criminal at the same time. A blur blew past, the speed radar pinging up numbers to seventy seven miles per hour, seventeen miles over the speed limit.

    Grin growing wider, her cock throbbed in anticipation and her stiff nipples threatened to poke holes in her jacket. Hitting the speed starter, the engine roared to life and the wheels spun before the patrol car shot off, jerking the wheel to turn out on the road she accelerated from standstill to eighty in but a few seconds. Sirens screaming to life and flashing lights lighting up the early evening as she chased after the speeder.

    Following the road, she had her foot on the pedal the entire time until she caught up to her prey. Coming closer, she saw that it was a hover bike, a very rare vehicle to see and this one seemed custom built. Only seeing the back, which was high-risen and sporting engines, thrusters and decorative details, she couldn’t make out the driver. Probably some rich, self-privileged brat playing with a new toy given by their parents. Making her grin grow wider, she was ready to hit it as this would no doubt turn into a chase.

    Only, it didn’t.

    The indicators on the bike blinked to life, shaped like three hearts lighting up in turn before repeating, the speed dropping swiftly. Clarice feeling a little disappointed that this didn’t follow the scenario in her head, which ended with the driver handcuffed and bent over the hood of her car.

    Turning off the main road and onto a small side road and going a little bit into it before coming to a halt. Clarice taking a moment to call in the stop, idly checking the dash cam. No net connection, just as well, then she wouldn’t have to ask Peg at the station delete footage from the server if this went too far.

    Climbing out of her car, she stood up tall, shifting slightly upon her heels. Correcting the peak cap upon her head before moving down, nudging her mirrored sunglasses, which also gave her a HUD to help with aim, night vision and facial recognition. Down from her head, her chest was wrapped tightly in a police jacket, exposing more of her breasts and cleavage than concealing it. Her badge was pinned right over one of her nipples. Hips held in tight pants that was like a second skin, cock exposed through the sleeve that held it. Belt wrapped around her waist, more to carry her kit than keeping her pants up. Gun, taser, cuffs and large, blunt batoon, the head thicker than the handle. Feet supported by eight inch stiletto heels, making her walk upon her tiptoes and presenting her ass for anyone behind her. All of this was dressed upon a curvaceous frame, wide hips, thick, tapered thighs, protruding ass, tits large, rounded and fake. Her lips plumped and inflated, painted black to match her uniform.

    Stepping forward, she emphasised her steps to cause audible clicks to declare her approach. Coming up upon the hover bike, which was designed to resemble a trike rather than a regular motorcycle. Passing it, she put on a stern face with her hand resting upon the handle of her batoon.

    “Is there a problem officer.” She almost stopped dead in her tracks at the honey coated voice that greeted her as she came up to the driver. Sitting reclined back in a comfortable, throne-like seat, one leg resting gently over the other and her hands upon her raised knee was a purple feline. It was obvious that she was enhanced, nothing uncommon about that but Clarice had not been prepared for what greeted her. Deep purple with pinkish hair and lines running across her body in a living, shifting pattern in the same colour as her hair, resembling that of a circuit pattern one would find in electronics. Wrapped in a skin tight, form hugging, body displaying full bodysuit made out of what seemed to be a latex-like material. She smiled softly at Clarice while she waited for a reply.

    For a moment, the police woman was stunned, she had expected some half-crying or arrogant brat to spat nonsense at her not an elegant and polite lady that seemed to be about to cooperate fully with her. Blinking a few times, she pulled herself back to the moment and cleared her throat before attempting to bring this back on track.

    “Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” She asked, finding it difficult to bring on a sterner tone as she spoke. Her inside voice telling her to get a grip and pull it together rather than let herself be distracted by a pretty face and perky tits in a skintight, form hugging, revealing bodysuit...

    “I do believe that I was following the speed limit officer, unless..” Slowly she leaned forward and tapped the heart symbol in the centre of the steering. Clarice tensed for a moment before a holographic screen lit itself up, showing graphs, statistics and text logs scrolling across it.

    “Oh.. oh my.. It would seem that the speedometer is off..” The feline said, leaning back while tapping a finger against her lower lip. Clarice’s eyes being drawn to the soft plumpness dimpling inwards by her finger, her gaze transfixed by this tiny detail while images of the head of her cock resting against it instead of her finger.

    “Ma’am, kindly step out of the vehicle.” Bring it back together, those were the words going through her head. Stepping back, she gave space for the feline to swing her legs out of her ride before she leaned forward to pull herself out. Reaching forward, Clarice placed her hand in the path of the cat’s as she was to take hold of the side of her seat, gently helping her to step out as her heeled feet came down on the ground and she pulled herself out of the seat.

    The feline was shorter than the doberman, who stood nearly a head taller and Clarice had to tilt her head forward to look at her. Somehow, she managed to put on a firmer face now and she grabbed the feline’s shoulder and turned her around before giving her a gentle but guiding push against the side of her bike. Pushing her legs apart slightly, the doberman placed her hands on the sides of the feline’s chest and started to slide them down her towards her waist.

    “Is this really necessary?” She asked and glanced over her shoulder while she let Clarice pat her down.

    “Yes, ma’am, now let me finish.” Feeling down her waist, she pushed her hands forward to her stomach before bringing them upwards until she felt the ample but firm breasts overfill her palms. Feeling over them, she let her fingers latch around the hardening nipples through the tight cloth, tugging them outwards and drawing a soft moan from the feline. Clarice pushing herself up behind her, letting her cock slide up against her ample rump, resting against the cleft of her ass while she toyed and pinched with the cat’s nipples.

    Biting her lip, the moans of the woman urged her on and the soft pushback from her rump as it rubbed against her cock. Abandoning her chest, the doberman’s hands moved down over her stomach again, swirling around her hips to cup her rear for a moment. Big with a layer of softness that swallowed her fingers before finding firmness beneath it, oh how she wanted to feel her cock engulfed by those cheeks. Tearing her hands away she shifted backwards before crouching down, following a full thigh downwards to her ankle before moving up the other. Clarice’s eyes not following her hands but rather glued to the cat’s ass, presented in its wrapped up state. Held so tightly by the bodysuit it was as if the feline was wearing nothing at all. Biting her lower lip, she fought the urge to bury her face in the feline tush before her.

    Hands going up, they dipped in between her legs, expecting to find a moistening flower but instead her hand was overfilled by a heavy bulge causing her to stop in mid motion. Feeling the weight in her hand, the size of the plump balls and the heavy shaft that lay semi-soft within their latex home.

    “Doggy find a bone?” A soft purr pulled her back and she rose swiftly to her feet and grabbed the feline’s shoulder to swirl her around, such remarks was enough to give her reason to be a bit more aggressive. Not ready for the rough yanking on her shoulder, the feline lost her balance and fell forward, a yelp escaping her lips and arms flailing she tipped right into the waiting arms of Clarice.

    One hand landed upon the canine’s waist and the other found its way to her member, fingers wrapping around its base and trailing upwards, drawing a gasp from Clarice. Full lips latched onto a stiff nipple through thing cloth of her uniform and suckled while the hand started to slowly stroke along the stiff length. Looking down, the canine’s eyes meet the black and maroon ones of the feline while she was latched onto her nipple. She should shove her off but she couldn’t, she stood frozen as her cock was teasingly caressed by the silken hand. Moans erupted from her lips, arms rising to wrap around the fline. One hand falling upon the back of her head and the other upon the curve of her back, pulling her closer.

    “Kiss me..” The cat whispered when she pulled her mouth free, leaving a wet patch upon the police woman’s jacket where her nipple poked proudly through the fabric. Clarice in turn needed no further encouragement and let her head dart downwards, her lips connecting to the smaller feline’s and her tongue spearing into her mouth.

    Arms wrapped around the doberman’s neck and the cat pulled herself up, legs sliding around Clarice’s hips while the canine’s hands moved down to cup the hefty ass that now rested upon her stiff member. She didn’t believe she could grow harder, but feeling her cock nestled between the plump buttocks proved her wrong. Bouncing with each throb, her cock beat against the feline’s tush, drawing muffled moans from the larger woman while her tongue wrestled with the purple kitten’s.

    Time lost meaning as their tongues coupled, lips locked together, breasts mashed against each other, hands roaming over bodies. It was not until the cat pulled back from the blushing and panting canine that Clarice noticed that the sun had fully set over the horizon now.

    “Is there a problem, officer?” The question was repeated from earlier while the feline still had her arms and legs wrapped around the larger police woman.

    “Y.. you were speeding..” Clarice stated between pants, her lips tingling and cock still throbbing against the ample ass resting upon it.

    “Yes.. that is.. Let me explain,” Slowly the feline unwound herself from the canine and turned around, bending over the seat of her bike to retrieve something from the compartment hidden in the side. Clarice’s eyes draw to the plump rear presented to her, a lump fueled by lust growing in the back of her throat while she fought the urge to simply grab the wide hips and hammer her cock home through the latex.

    Before she could lose the battle against herself the cat had turned around and presented her with a tablet. Blinking a few times, Clarice let her eyes move over the document lit up on the screen. Test drives. Experimental transportation vehicle. Test pilot. Were words that lit up to her along with the signature and official stamp of approval at the very bottom.

    “Wait, you’re a test pilot?” Clarice asked, raising an eyebrow, slowly coming back from reality while her lust subsided.

    “Test pilot, designer, engineer. This is my little pet project, a new, luxurious and elegant mode of transport. Hover bikes have been around for a few years now but not really become viable except for the eccentric collection. Reducing them to little more than a garage decoration. There is a lot of maintenance, safety issues and not to mention the cost of merely driving around. Now, there are obviously a few minor kinks, but.. So far I have all the major issues taken care off.”

    Clarice’s head was spinning from the sudden turn about of the situation, from having her tonsils examined by an agile tongue to getting bombarded with information. Sure, she was no stranger to it but this was something else. Often had she been getting head from her chief only to be given an assignment moments later. This was different however, faster and with a bigger divergence between pleasure and business, and the feline just kept going on.

    “Obviously the speedometer needs to be calibrated and the control response time needs to be tweaked, the passenger seats tested out as well.”

    “Passenger seats?” The police woman asked, she gave the hoverbike another look, no where did she spot anything resembling an extra seat except for the driver.

    “Why, yes, a lady simply cannot travel without her pets now can she?” The feline said in a purr and drew a finger along the seat, which split apart and folded outwards. Clarice’s eyes widening at what was revealed beneath, a person-shaped alcove with straps, clamps and a thick, phallic pole jutting upwards where the person’s rear would be seated. Her cock jumped slightly when imagined the predicament of being stuck in it.

    This wasn’t lost on the feline as she glanced between the larger doberman and the ‘passenger seat’ while musing slightly.

    “Wanna go for a ride?”

    The question pulled her back to reality.

    “Wha?”

    “Do you want to go for a ride, officer?” The cat asked, cocking her hips and tilting her head slightly while a playful smile was drawn over her lips.

    “I.. uhm.. I..” Clarice fumbled her words, taken back by the question.

    “Quick ride, just a mile down the road and back.” Pushing up against her, the feline placed her hand upon Clarice’s throbbing member, fingers wrapping around the length before she started to stroke it. Slow, gentle motions up and down the thick meat, caressing it through the rubbery sleeve that decorated it.

    “I can see your longing gaze.. Your curious want to feel what it is like.. Trapped by metal.. The rumbling of the engine all around you..”

    Clarice bit her lip to stifle her moans, hips involuntarily jerking against the motions of the soft hand. Eyes moving away from the feline and back to the compartment in the bike before going back to the feline again.

    “O-okay..” She let out in a whisper while her hand reached up to grip around the cat’s shoulder. The smile that grew over the purple feline’s face nearly split it in two while her fingers dug firmly into the doberman’s shaft.

    The following event flowed almost too fast for Clarice to follower, her clothes ended up thrown over the front of her own patrol car, belt draped over the side mirror. Clothes leaving her toned body while the feline’s hand never left her cock, stroking, caressing and guiding her towards the bike with it. Letting her balance on the very edge of spilling her seed.

A cradle was pulled out from the “passenger seat” and Clarice guide down, she noted that she was facing the opposite way of the direction the bike would be going in but she never got a chance to ask about it before she was fully laid into the cradle. Her arms were laid behind her back, slipping into a comfortable sleeve that inflated to grip them tightly. A leather corset, anchored into the cradle, was pulled around her waist and laced up tightly, pulling her snugly down. Straps went around her bosom, making them jut outwards from her chest and then up over her shoulders. Moving further, her knees were pulled up and pinned against her chest, lower legs folded down and feet pulled to be pressed into her own buttocks.

“Comfy?” The feline asked, pulling her hand away from the doberman’s cock, which throbbed in need to cum. Clarice could only nod slowly, trying to squirm but not getting anywhere, “Good.”

A button was pressed and the cradle started to slowly slide downwards, the feline pulling a clear bottle from behind the seat, popping the cork and pouring its contents out over Clarice’s balls and rump. A hand moving down to smear it out over her buttocks, fingers pressing against her rear hole and sliding inside with little to no effort, drawing a surprised gasp from the restrained police woman.

“Frictionless lube,” the purple woman purred and tilted her head just as the cool, smooth rod touched against the ebony buttocks of the doberman. Who could only let out a slow, drawn out wail while the mechanics of her prison slowly, slowly pulled her down and impaled her upon the thick shaft. Wail turning into moans and grunts, panting and gasping, her head lolling back once she heard a click and the cradle came to a stop. She felt.. Full, as if the pole was reaching all the way to her chest, smooth and cold, a tremor went through it, drawing another moan from her lips just as the seat cushions slid together and enclosed her fully. A rest for her neck and head rising to support her, making her look along the seat and seeing her own cock jutting upwards through a hole in it. Did this mean that…?

Another moan was pulled from her lips as a warmth grew around the base of her cock before rushing up along her shaft. For a brief moment, her cock was enclosed in heat before it quickly died down and she saw her member enclosed in a black sheath of latex. Only for the rest of her body to heat up, an airtight bag having formed around her within her prison and the air was now being sucked out of it. Trapping her even further while the tightening, enclosing, squeezing latex clamped down all around her body. Making even the slightest squirm impossible.

“Oh..” Her attention was pulled to the feline while she stepped up onto her bike, slinging one leg over Clarice head and pushing her ample, fully rump backwards over the seat and the doggie cock jutting up from it, “My name is Xiang by the way.”

Clarice watched with spellbound attention as Xiang’s ass descended upon her cock, a split in the back of her bodysuit opening up to reveal the cleft of her ass while she seated herself. The latex coated cock sliding up into the tight enclosure of the feline’s ass valley and vanishing from sight. A long, deep, guttural moan being drawn from the doberman’s lips as Xiang firmly and swiftly impaled herself upon the hard shaft. A more modest, content moan leaving her lips when she seated herself fully and leaned back in her seat. Wiggling left then wiggling right, she took her time to make herself comfortable. One hand dipping down to tug upon a fold between her legs and Clarice’s world fell in shadow.

SMACK

Xiang’s cock came down upon her face and landed with a wet, firm thud, a sigh of relief coming from its owner when it was finally freed from the tight confines. Clarine’s lip trembled at the size, sure she had meet big girls and she was one herself, but this sudden whap to her face coupled with her helplessness made it all the more intimidating. Smiling down at her, leaning her head to look around her own cock, Xiang wrapped a hand around her shaft and lifted it. Bringing it down to tap the head against the doberman’s nose a few times.

“Be a good girl and open wiiiiide now..” Xiang purred and squeezed her ass around the shaft lodged, drawing a sudden gasp from her new friend and taking the chance to push the head of her cock right into her open mouth. Pushing, it slipped to the back of her mouth and tapped lightly against the opening of her throat. Her eyes went wide when her mouth was stuffed, lips stretched into an O-shape around the fat member that now invaded her maw.

Warmth built around her neck and a muffled cry escaped her when the latex rushed up her head and closed around it, a thick ring forming around her lips and trapping them in their open state. For a moment she felt a shrill of panic when she couldn’t breath, the cock plugging her mouth and her nose being covered by the latex, she tried to inhale but nothing would get past. Not until a sudden suction pulled the air that remained from her lungs and then pushed fresh air right down into them, slow, clam pumps of air being fed to her by her prison now. Nose starting to tingle, thinking felt difficult while her loins started to burn even hotter. There was something in the air that was being supplied to her but she didn’t care for more than a moment, her head growing heavy and her body relaxing.

Her prison shifted and a vibration ran through the thick shaft lodged within her rump, a warning before it started to tremble steadily, sliding backwards slightly. Clarice’s vision lit up, screens placed right in front of her eyes coming alive and showing the road before her. The bike rising slightly before drifting sideways onto the road and with a jolt it shot down the pavement as if fired from a cannon. The dildo within the doberman’s rump jerked to life, pumping into her ass, spinning and vibrating. Sending vibrations echoing up her cock and into the feline’s ass, causing her to push her cock deeper into Clarice’s throat and send a few droplets of pree running down it.

    Xiang leaned back in her seat, letting her helmet form around her head while she speed down the road, already passing the one mile mark and she kept going into the night. Turning off the main highway to take one of the side roads, long, straight and desolate, they would be in the next state in the morning.

    For Clarice, she could only stare at the vision of the road blurring past, images flashing across it, only for a fraction of a section, playing out randomly until a coherent vision played before her. Two clearly female forms, swirling in place, only to push their asses backwards towards her. “SPEED!” Flashed over their rumps and she felt a thrill run down her spine. They swirled again, bending towards her and each placing a kiss on her vision, lip-prints lingering. “MORE!” Then they flashed facing each other, breasts and cheeks pushed together, holding hands and looking at her, cocks flashing behind them before snapping forward. The image fading just as they threw their heads back in pleasure. “SPEED!” Flashed again.

    “Yes.. more.. More speed.. Faster.. Faster..” Clarice moaned into her own mind, helpless to move while the blizz-laced air flooded her lungs and the didlo worked her rear entrance, sending electric shocks through her body, “More.. speed.. To cum.. Need more speed to cum. Need more speedtocum! Needmorespeedotcum! NEEDMORESPEEDTOCUM!!”

    Through the journey, that single thought dominated her mind, the flashing images and the aphrodisiac drugs and the constant edging reprogramming her into a speed addicted slut. Nothing mattered now, only to go faster and faster, to feel the machine rumble around her, to feel her cock enveloped by her mistress’ rump, to nurse on her mistress’ cock while they speed down the roads.. She was gone.. And by morning, nothing of Clarice remained, only the first Speed Slut of Xiang’s pussy wagon, a piece of the machine…

        Epilogue

    Steven leaned back in his patrol car, his light, femenine shape looking out of place in the oversized vehicle. Hand wrapped around his cock, the bunny stroked away on his crotch pole while listening to the radio.

    “And it has been over a week since Officer Clarice vanished from I669 and still no traces of her whereabouts have been fun, hopefully she’s been whisked away to some breeding farm where she’ll live a long and productive life. Next up is the weather with Samantha, whom I stuffed a new sized plug with an industrial vibration motor in it into earlier in the program, how are you holding up sweetheart?”

    “Oooouuauaaaaauuuunnnnnng!!!”

    “Fantastic! It seems I will be pitching the weather as well, which will be followed by sports and the sound of me deepthroating our presenter Mike. Whom in his younger days, for all you new listeners, was known as Mike Ironshaft, three times Butt-busting champion! I’m looking forward to him railing my ass later in the show! But before the weather, we will play you Slutgarden by Minnie and the Equestrian Dongs, stay tuned good folks!”

    Steven chuckled and picked up the pace of his stroke, planning to finish his post-lunch stroke before going out on patrol. Only he was interrupted by the sound of an approaching engine, roaring loudly and growing louder, he put his cock away and grabbed the speed laser instead. Propping it up against the open window and waited, only seeing a blur whisk by, he didn’t bother to wait for the read before he slammed his foot onto the gas and shoot off. Yanking the steering wheel to bend the car down the road and following the speed freak.

    They had slowed down further down the road, good, or Steven was unsure if he’d actually catch up. Sirens blaring and lights flashing, he pulled up behind the swiftly. Registering the.. Odd shape of the bike he’d caught up to, it took a few moments for his mind to realize it was a hover bike. With it pulling up, he stopped behind them, called in the stop and got out of his car. His smaller, femboyish frame not looking the least bit intimidating while he walked up to the bike. As planned, everytime the situation had called for a physical solution, he’d always taken people by surprise.

    “Is there a problem officer?” A sultry voice asked the bunny as he came up to the driver, and stopped in his tracks, the busty purple feline purring while the latex coated head between her thighs bobbed up and down the glistening pole of flesh jutting from her loins.. Seemingly only concerned with slurping upon the cock, the occupant uncaring of anything else.

    “Yo-you were speeding..” Steven began, having lost his cool completely by the scene before him..

    “Oh dear.. I guess I need to calibrate the speedometer again.. Care to help me, officer? I will naturally pay all fines I may have acquired.”

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