[b]Big Weasel Mouth[/b]

Duke Weaselton sat bolt upright in the oversized chair he'd been led to, as the hippo who'd escorted him into the interview room slowly padded towards the door, shutting it firmly and leaving the mustelid alone with his thoughts.

The room itself was pretty barren, just a table and two chairs for furniture, and that was it. It didn't even have one of those fancy one-way mirrors that let them spy on you. It was evidently reserved for the least important cases, which required the bare minimum of effort. Which was a good thing, he hoped. His latest... endeavor had gotten quite out of hand. Since when had the ZPD been hiring smaller mammals? And ones so [i]fast[/i]? He'd never intended to cause all that chaos, just to duck into Little Rodentia for a minute until the chase was called off, then saunter down to the dropoff point and pick up a fat wad of cash. Instead that crazy bunny had kept going after him and now...

Well, it was hard to say. If the fuzz [b]really[/b] wanted to pin you to the wall there were a whole lot of stupid laws they could dredge up. Probably even [i]breathing[/i] suspiciously could get you jail time. [i]He[/i] wasn't even sure what he'd done; there hadn't been time to check and nobody wanted to tell him. If someone was injured or worse he could be put away for a long, long time.

But then again, here he was, stuck in [i]this[/i] dump. Like he'd been plenty of times before, on minor charges like petty theft or loitering. He wasn't even cuffed; [i]that[/i] at least, suggested the ZPD had bigger fish than him to fry. And with all those mammals going missing they might even decide to overlook his disastrous little escapade. They were certainly taking their time; he'd been sitting there waiting, alone, for five minutes now. When he was a younger, more ignorant, weasel he'd suspected they were deliberately leaving him to stew in his own mess, to get paranoid, to break him a little. Later he realized they usually just didn't care enough if he sat there for an hour while they had coffee and put off the paperwork.

Either way it was dull, [i]dull,[/i] excruciatingly dull. There wasn't anything to do except look at the paint peeling off the walls. Though, that at least held some entertainment value since it bore a number of interesting claw and gouge marks from earlier, less compliant occupants. Larger ones too, it seemed. The table was tall enough that the weasel could barely see over it, unless he stood on the chair that was wide enough for three of him to sit on. He really [i]was[/i] in the bullpen. A room built for utility over comfort. The furniture was cheap, solid and disposable. A single, flickering fluorescent light filled the whole space with a sickly glow. It almost made jail look good. Just how long was he gonna be waiting anyway?

It was a whole ten minutes later, while he was counting the dead bugs in the light fixture above, that the door finally opened and someone walked in. A timberwolf this time, smaller than the cop who'd dragged him in, but still large enough that he was easily three times Duke's height. He'd heard that regular people found the fuzz imposing, but it was far worse when they could teabag you just by walking by. Another reminder of why he didn't want to see the inside of a prison shower anytime soon.

The officer, at least, didn't seem particularly interested in him; apparently about as happy to be there as he was. Sometimes you got the [i]eager[/i] types who wanted to play Bad Cop and threaten you with all sorts of bluster and trash. But often you got the guys who were just doing a job and didn't really care that some lowlife or other had been selling DVDs that fell off the back of a truck. While it was hard to read anything into that gray-and-white muzzled scowl, he didn't [i]seem[/i] too intense.

The cop spent a minute or two going through some papers, probably catching up on just what the mustelid was there for, before finally looking up and speaking to him. His voice was gruff and clipped, aloof and businesslike but certainly not friendly.

"Alright weasel, I'm Officer Wolfard, you have the right to an attorney yada yada, blah blah blah, you've been charged with a bunch of stuff. Any thoughts?"

Well crap. There wasn't much to say, was there? If he'd made a clean getaway, then been pulled up in regards to the theft later on, he could always deny everything and plausibly claim some [i]other[/i] weasel had done it. But he knew he'd been well and truly caught. With video evidence and so, so many little witnesses... yeah he wasn't gonna be wriggling his way outta this one. Still, he had to try, didn't he?

"I ain't guilty?"

"Right. We only have the testimony of two dozen witnesses, property damage, some cellphone videos, even some Polaroid photographs. I'd add testimony of a sworn officer, but I don't think Hopps will be with us much longer after her meeting with the chief."


[i]That[/i] was a plus at least. The crazy bunny girl who'd trashed Rodentia city to track him down would be getting some heat. He [i]knew[/i] that wasn't how chases were supposed to go! Running him down like that! There should be a law against it, there really should. Still, that didn't help HIM much in his current situation. The best he could do was keep up his cocky persona, don't let them see they had him rattled. The moment the fuzz detected any sort of weakness they were on you like a pack of... well wolves. The best, or at perhaps least worst chance he had right now was to try and bluff his way through things.

"Yeah, pity about the misconduct, tarnishes the badge it does. So what say I be generous and put it all behind me and mind my business elsewhere?"


The look the wolf gave him indicated that whatever Duke was selling, he wasn't buying it. It had been a long shot anyway, but you had to try, right?

"Uh-huh. How about no? Don't get me wrong, shorty, I got better things to do than write up paperwork for a flower thief. But it ain't worth me putting my tail on the line just 'cause you asked nicely to leave."

"Damn, so much for justice. Whose dick I gotta suck for a little leniency 'round here?"

"Mine, if you can do it well enough."


Duke raised an eyebrow at this remark. Was that a serious offer? It had certainly been said in the tone of plausible deniability, just a crude joke... But there was always a chance... It was worth a shot, right? Anything was worth a shot in this sorta situation. Worse things happened behind bars so why not pull on this thread and see what unraveled? He tried not to seem too interested as the possibility presented itself, no need to act like a slut after all. He peered over the tabletop at the still very laid-back officer who was using a pen tip to clean under his claws.

"Oh yeah? So... what'd it take for us just to forget all the paperwork and chalk it all up to one big misunderstanding?"

The wolf snorted dismissively, not even bothering to look up at the weasel. When he next spoke it was in a jocular, belittling fashion, in the manner of someone who thinks that whatever has just been suggested is cute, but utterly impractical.

"Well, if you can get me off, I can get YOU off. The charges at least. But you uh... wouldn't wanna strain yourself."


There was no mistaking that tone, or the slight grin that accompanied it. Wolfard thought he couldn't handle it. Smug prick. Probably thought he was God's gift to bitches. The weasel couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed on behalf of all smaller mammals. Bigger guys were always lording it over the little ones. Figured they were so great just because they had more everything. It was a sure bet the cop only dated vixens, maybe coyotes. Going after the little ladies, just to see them 'Oooh' and 'Aaah' over his a dick that and wolfess would yawn at. In fact, [i]in fact[/i] guy was probably below average! They always were, with that attitude. Bet that was why he became a cop!

Duke sat there in silence, running these thoughts through his mind, hyping himself up. Letting his imagination override his natural caution. No, he could handle this guy. Easy. He met the wolf's scorn with his own practiced snark.

"Pffff. I've had bigger than you, buddy."

"Oh, really...?"


The officer's tone had shifted a little, become more interested. This was no longer idle banter; it was a challenge now, between his masculinity and some arrogant street punk who thought they knew better. The officer held himself as a pretty good judge of character, and the scrawny mustelid in front of him didn't look anything like the type to take a good dicking. Maybe he'd done a bit of experimentation or when desperate for cash, but he knew a born cocksucker when he saw one, and the weasel wasn't it.

And, truth be told, Duke [i]hadn't[/i] ever been with anyone [i]near[/i] the size of a wolf. Or even a fox. He picked on people his own size, and for good reason. But he'd always let his big mouth get him into these sorts of situations. It was too late to back out now, even if it didn't land him in the pen, his pride wouldn't be able to take it. He tried to play it cool, leaning back in his chair with a nonchalant expression. This was [i]slightly[/i] undermined by the fact that his eyes barely made it over the tabletop.

"Yeah, I've picked up a few tricks here and there. You ain't all that. I'll be fine."

"Hmph. Alright then weasel, how 'bout this..."


Wolfard stood up, his chair making a sharp squeaking noise as it pushed back over the concrete floor. He held his sheaf of papers in one paw, waving them in the air towards a metal trashcan sitting in the corner of the room, the grin on his muzzle broad and full of confidence.

"...it's been a long, [i]long[/i] hard month with this 'missing mammals' business. Everyone's overworked and pent up and, God help me, I could do with blowing off some steam. If you take me without folding like a napkin or pussying out I'll put all this paperwork in the trash where it belongs. Nobody's gonna be poking around too much around here what with all the shit we have to get done. But, leave me hanging and I'll nail your ass to the wall, got it?"


The last part came out in quite a threatening tone, but Duke couldn't help but smirk. This was just a literal dick-measuring contest at this point. What a stroke of luck! He'd blown plenty of guys! For favors, for dares, for money. And now for a get-out-of-jail-free card. All he had to do was not fuck it up, and how hard could [i]that[/i] be? He dismounted his chair, jumping off it onto the floor and standing full of oversized confidence, offering a pawshake to seal the deal.

"Deal. So, how you wanna do this?"

"Hmm? Oh here's just fine, I'm sure you're used to this sorta thing, right?"


Duke looked around the room and tried to hide his nervousness. The place didn't seem to have any cameras; it was a pretty low-tech deal. So he probably wasn't going to be recorded, which was always an important point. Videos or pictures like [i]that[/i] were top-notch blackmail material. Of course, now that it came down to it, actually [i]doing[/i] it... Sure, he [i]was[/i] used to dingy back alleys and behind nightclubs, but inside a police station was a new one. Still, hearing the wolf's dismissive tone hardened his resolve. He was gonna [i]win[/i] this. He stood up straight, approached the canine and grinned his most swaggering smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright. Let's see what ya got, coppah."


He would have looked more imposing, he thought, if not for the fact that he was currently looking directly at the canine's crotch. He'd have to bend his neck up to almost face the ceiling if he wanted to look the wolf in the eye. As it was his perspective gave him a pretty good view of the now very conspicuous bulge in the officer's tight pants, the fabric increasingly straining to hold him back. This was actually going to happen; the mustelid's throat was suddenly dry and he couldn't suppress a small twinge of excitement from shooting through his body.

Things didn't get any better as the canine stepped boldly forward, closing the distance between them until it was just a few inches. Duke's nostrils flared as he scented the other male. He smelled of musk and sweat and a touch of alcohol, he [i]must[/i] have been working hard, whatever the case was. The weasel struggled to maintain his composure, ignoring the other's stare that he could feel bearing down on him. The guy was waiting for him to crack, to back out, testing him. Well, he wouldn't be intimidated [i]that[/i] easily. He stood his ground as slate gray paws fiddled with a large brass belt-buckle.

The room was quiet enough that Duke could hear his own breathing, tension filling the air. There was a clink of metal then the rustle of fabric as the canine's pants finally slipped to the floor. The officer's boxers were considerably more revealing, tented by his thick length and well filled with two softer bulges beneath. The weasel had apparently been wrong in his earlier thoughts; Wolfard seemed quite well enough endowed. Duke swallowed nervously but managed to rally himself before betraying any signs of his inner turmoil.

"Hey what's the holdup? We doin' a strip-tease here or what?"

"Hmph. Mouthy fucker aren't ya? Maybe this'll shut you up."


The canine slipped his thumbs under his waistband, stretching it and letting the length that had been tenting the fabric slip free. It immediately slapped against the pale fur of his stomach with a quiet 'fwp!' sound, still only partially visible, hidden behind the white garment. A warm, humid wave of air hit the weasel as Wolfard pulled his boxers down, letting them fall to the floor in a soft pile of fabric. Duke's nostrils flared as he inhaled a deep sniff of humid muskiness. It was something he'd scented often enough before, though every species seemed to have their own distinct take on it. But he'd never been with a partner this big and the sheer [i]scale[/i] was starting to get to him. Heat [i]radiated[/i] off the wolf's body, warming everything around him and seeming to warm the whole room. It had been enough to completely distract him from what he was now faced with, and his eyes grew wide as they began to process what he was seeing. The vision that greeted him was enough to make his breath hitch,.

[sub]"Fuck..."[/sub]


He muttered astonishment under his breath as he stared. He'd looked up, he'd [i]-seen,[/i] pictures of canines before and Wolfard was appropriately... wolfish. His plump sheath was tumescent, stuffed with a grayish-red cock that had even now failed to fully exit its furry protection. Even as he watched it, almost hypnotized, it extended, inch after inch, twitching in time to the officer's pulse. His crotch was soaked with sweat and maybe something else, a single, clear droplet growing at the end of the jutting member; strung between his urethra and the tip of his sheath in a slowly falling parabola that eventually snapped, dripping a single spot of pre to the floor below. As the cock pulsed harder and harder, it raised itself into the air, angled upwards; tip beaded with precum. Damn the scent was good. But he was sure it’d taste even better.

He'd [i]definitely[/i] been wrong about Wolfard. The guy was a shower [i]and[/i] grower. The thick, already-knotted length jut proudly forward, heat pouring off it, just a few inches from the weasel's face, casting a shadow over him in the dim light. Was it as long as his arm? It was hard to tell, but it was [i]definitely[/i] thicker than his wrist. His eyes glazed over slightly as he was hit with an even stronger, hotter wave of masculine musk, and without even thinking, he began to pant. Whatever misgivings his mind was having, his libido wanted this. [i]Needed[/i] this.

"I ain't gonna suck itself, ya know."


The wolf's words, and a heavy paw on his shoulder, bought Duke back to reality. Making him realize he'd just been standing there, staring and drooling like a hungry tourist at a hotdog stand. He closed his mouth and frowned, not wanting to look Wolfard in the eyes, just [i]knowing[/i] the smug canine would be smirking like anything. He couldn't let the bastard think he was winning. Although... now he was faced with the massive monstrosity, he wasn't entirely sure he knew exactly [i]how[/i] he could handle it. Still, he couldn't back down now; his big mouth had got him into this, somehow it'd get him through it too. He quickly quipped something, trying to sound confident.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be glad I put out on the first date."


Gingerly he reached out a paw and then, summoning his boundless reserves of confidence, he grasped the thick length firmly, noting how he couldn't even wrap his paw around it. He almost let go as the hot, smooth feel of it underpaw, seeming to warm him up even as he stood there, pulling it forward until his whiskers brushed over it, right in front of his muzzle. It throbbed in his grip, letting him feel each pulse of the canine's heart. The paw on his shoulder tensed a little, tightening its own grasp slightly. Not enough to be insistent, but sending a signal nonetheless.

He didn’t understand why this was making him so hard.

His own length had already grown in its sheath to an increasingly uncomfortable degree, only prevented from full erection by the tightness of his shorts. The was fabric tented and damp, pressing him back as his hips bucked a little, grinding sensitive skin against them; stimulating the sensitive area more than he would have liked. He tried to keep his breath as steady as possible. He choked back a needy  groan as his tip once again brushed up against his pants, each movement seeming to push more of his mustelid cock against the rough fabric. Fuck, he was messed up. Sure, he knew he was into some kinky shit, but this little deal was making him far more excited than he assumed it could.

Yet Duke continued to stand there, unsure of how to proceed, his confidence very gradually slipping away from him, leaving faint confusion in its place. He opened his muzzle, letting his tongue hang from it as he pulled the twitching length closer, feeling like an idiot just standing there with no idea how to continue.

"I don't have all day, get to it, bitch."


Finally tiring of all this teasing hesitation, Wolfard took the initiative. He wrenched Duke's head forward and the thick cock pressed into the mustelid's mouth, allowing him to sample the sharp, salty taste of the wolf. His eyes went wide and he gasped at the sudden action, his muzzle opening wide, but instantly sealed by the smushing of a thick canine length against his quivering tongue. With a strong paw wrapped tightly around the weasel’s scruffy headfur, Wolfard forced his cock between the pair of soft, tight lips, relentlessly pushing Duke’s head down and onto his cock.

"Mmmmph!"


Duke squeaked a garbled objection to this sudden imposition but the wolf wasn't having it. He clapped his other big paw on the back of the crook's head as well, using the hug-like grip to pull the smaller male up against his body, easily holding him in place while stifling the muffled growl now failing to escape his tight little lips. The officer's dick immediately twitched into life, twitching and pulsing at the instant of contact, thickening and hardening in anticipation of the pleasure to follow.

Duke’s frantically scrambling paws tugged on the wolf’s arm, his legs kicked through the air as he was lifted slightly off the ground. He wiggled his entire, noodle-like little body around, fighting to escape, but all of his struggles achieved nothing at all. The wolf grunted with pleasure but otherwise stood there quietly, with a smug grin plastered across his muzzle, casually looking around the room while he held the struggling criminal firmly against his strong muscular body. He was safe, nobody would be checking in anytime soon, and with how busy everyone was they didn't have time to poke their noses into routine cases. That slippery little bastard had talked a big game, now it was time for him to use his mouth more productively.

"Mmmmmmnnn... fuck yeah, that's more like it..."


The wolf growled quietly under his breath, leaning back against the table and tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. The weasel’s limbs smacked and struggled against the canine's legs, but the officer had a physique suited to his job. With strong muscles, he simply forced his cock deeper and deeper inside the mustelid’s mouth, bottoming out against the back of his throat, and still not stopping. His length stretched the Duke’s throat out to accommodate its impressive girth as the cock  was rammed down the tight canal, The weasel’s body heaved with choking gags as Wolfard threatened to cut off his oxygen supply with his big, thick wolfcock.

Duke struggled for even the smallest amount of control over the situation as he was held aloft and used like a squirming fleshlight. The cop was [i]still[/i] intent on getting yet more of his cock down his throat. At least he had the self control not to choke him, taking a two-steps-forward, one-step-back approach to getting every inch into that warm, cozy maw. Pulling his partner's head back a little before forcing it down further, coupled with a firm buck of his hips. Duke's breath came in frenzied snorts through his nostrils as his nose was buried in the coarse canine crotchfur. It took a minute or two of steady hard work, but eventually the massive bulge of Wolfard's knot kissed the end of Duke's snout, signalling that little more progress could be made.

The weasel's jaws ached, forced open so wide he had no hope of biting down to show his dissatisfaction. His snout was buried in musky wolf fur and his tongue had been pressed out of his maw, slapped against the underside of a pair of musky full balls. He huffed in annoyance, looking up at the canine with fire in his eyes as the cop took his time enjoying his tight throat. Finally he deigned to look down at his captive audience, smirking when he saw the weasel's reaction.

"Mrrf.... Took you long enough... But hey, look at you now, taking every inch! Good fer you!"

Duke scowled at the condescending tone -but not very effectively given the size of the dick in his mouth.

"Anywhoo, hope you got over that gag reflex 'cause we're just gettin' started.."


Now that the wolf had finally managed to bury most of his cock down Duke’s gullet, he started fucking it deeply, a pair of strong paws wrenching the weasel’s head back and forth, using a firm grasp on the mustelid’s scruffy fur for leverage. There was little Duke could do but grab two pawfuls of fur and hold onto the officer's legs so as not to be jerked about [i]too[/i] roughly. Fuck this guy was big. He tried to swallow at the apex of each thrust and to regulate his breathing; techniques that had served him well taking [i]other[/i] big guys. But he'd never taken anything [i]near[/i] this size before and the speed and ferocity of his movements was only increasing. He was sure the canine would be able to [i]see[/i] the bulge of his dick moving up and down his throat, the weasel could certainly [i]feel[/i] it bulging his neck obscenely.

"Aaah, fuck yes. That's the stuff."


While Duke squirmed with discomfort, Wolfard let his body slump back and relax against the table behind him, even pushing it back a few inches, looking at nothing in particular and enjoying the pleasant sensation of a tight hole wrapped around his dick. He was breathing heavily now, panting, tongue lolling from his mouth. He felt the hot, wriggling tightness of Duke’s throat squeezing down, swallowing and convulsing around his thick, throbbing length. After the initial shock the weasel was starting to adjust to the intrusion and calm himself a little. Of course, this simply encouraged the wolf to push him further; every few thrusts the canine began to ram his face down onto his knot and hold it there for some time. Simply enjoying the weasel's renewed and furious struggles as he fought for air that was saturated with musk while a twitching length fired spurts of hot pre down his throat.

Duke’s energy started to fade as he huffed hotly between the wolf's legs, feeling slightly dizzy from lack of air due to his position. With eyes blurred with tears he looked up at the dominating wolf, who stared back with a smug grin, noting the resentment in the weasels glare... and plowing his throat harder. He grunted with each buck of his hips, putting all the effort he could into each thrust. Smacking his knot firmly against the mustelid's snout savagely, clenching his ass and raising his hips to meet the criminal’s warm, tight maw every time he slammed Duke's head down with his paws. The weasel was being pushed to his limits and then some, fighting with everything he had not to simply pass out from the intensity of the facefucking he was enduring. Wolfard grit his teeth and growled to himself, a deep purring, pleasured sound.

"Mmmmmnnnn... fuckin' take, [i]bitch.[/i]"


It was pretty clear to the both of them that the officer was enjoying this opportunity to even the score, as it were. His job involved a lot of dealings with the criminal element and the chance to pump a load of wolf seed down the throat of one was an opportunity far too good to pass up. His cock throbbed hard and dumped another load of pre down the weasel's throat, his balls twitching in the anticipation of emptying themselves into the struggling crook. He could feel his peak approaching, a rising tide of pleasure that would soon tip him over the edge. He looked down between his legs once more and grinned darkly, showing all of his teeth as he sucked in a hissing breath through clenched jaws.

The wolf's entire body tensed, holding the weasel down on the base of his cock, the only warning of what was about to come a deep growl and a barely voiced exclamation.

"HnnnnNNGGGHH.... F-FUCK..."


Duke's eyes went wide as the dick down his throat gave a firm, throbbing jerk. A forceful spurt of jizz literally [i]poured[/i] down his throat, already too much for him to take, filling the mustelid’s mouth and bulging out his cheeks in an instant. A second burst would have overwhelmed him and would have splattered everywhere, were it not for Wolfard’s fat knot pressed tightly into his muzzle, forming a tight seal that stopped the oncoming flood from gushing out over his front. Even as the weasel gagged and choked the thick river of canine seed had only one way to go -- down Duke’s stretched, swallowing throat.

The predator’s body shook and trembled as he desperately tried to cope, tears welling up in his eyes as he choked, straining to to take the sheer volume of hot seed being forced down his spasming gullet. He was obviously no stranger to taking a load, but once again the wolf's sheer size had overcome him. Wolfard was pent up too; his busy schedule over the last few weeks and a big mess in the [i]months[/i] before that hadn't left him time for any 'relief'. He'd been practically leaking in his pants for the past few days. Now at last he was able to release it all and it was glorious.

He looked down to see the weasel’s throat gulping frantically, struggling to keep up with the relentless pumping. The occasional squirt shot from the mustelid's nostrils, messing his muzzle as the officer grinned wolfishly and pulled the smaller male’s head deeper down onto his cock, thick knot threatening to dislocate Duke's jaw as Wolfard viciously slammed that tight throat with hard thrusts from his too-big cock. The officer trying his damnedest to bury his dick balls deep into the deliciously tight fuckhole he'd been offered.

The wolf's already too-thick shaft only seemed to harden further somehow as his thick load poured through it in heavy spurts and sprayed Duke’s insides. The canine let out a low groan of pleasure as his stiffening rod seemed to lift the weasel's weight up through the sheer force of its jerking release. Throughout the extended orgasm he continued fucking the diminutive crook with his massive maleness. He'd never cum so hard and so long before, his eyes rolled back at the sheer overwhelming pleasure rushing through him as he spent himself inside Weaselton.

With each thrust, each pump, there was a little less struggle or objection from his partner, whose resistance was steadily being worn down. Duke had managed not to choke on the thick seed he could feel seemingly being pumped directly into his stomach, but the lack of oxygen had spots dancing before his eyes. His movements weakened then stalled as he hung limply from the wolf's paws, focused simply on staying conscious as it seemed his capitulation made the canine cock throb even harder.

"Nngh... Fuck yeah!"


Slowly the officer's climax began to lessen and ebb, the hot pumps from his dick diminishing to a mere trickle. Still, Wolfard used Duke’s throat to milk every last drop of jizz from his dick, and when his powerful orgasm finally ended, he let out a heavy, satisfied sigh. For the first time since the meeting had kicked into high gear, he released the weasel's head from his grasp, reaching up and putting both hands behind his own head, his elbows raised, completely relaxed, simply leaning back and basking in the blissful afterglow  of his powerful crook-stuffing facefuck.He idly waited for a moment, fully expecting the weasel to push himself off of his slick length and conclude their deal. But to his mild surprise, he didn't.

He could still feel the mustelid gently twitching around his dick, throat giving the occasional gag or swallow, but it seemed his partner had been so thoroughly overwhelmed by the entire performance that he just didn't have the energy. Which was fine by him; wolves preferred a good half hour or so for a proper tie, and although he wouldn't be able to last that long without steady, clenching pressure behind his knot, why not just let his cock rest inside that tight, warm, wet sleeve for a bit? It felt so damn good, after all.

In fact, it was almost ten minutes before Duke recovered. He wasn't sure if he'd blacked out at some point; everything was just a blur after his stomach had been pumped full to bursting with seed. He was vaguely aware of a spasm, then slumping backwards, a strange feeling of emptiness in his throat. As reality slowly came back to him, he felt the cold, hard concrete floor under his back and his eyes focused on the flickering fluorescent lights above. His throat ached something terrible and there was a sticky mess leaking from his muzzle.

"Well, look who's back with us. Mornin', sleeping beauty."

"Whuzzz..?"


Duke mumbled something vague in reply to the wolf sitting down nearby, idly going through his phone. He'd manged to clean up and zip up as if nothing had happened, apparently just waiting to see if he'd done any permanent damage. The weasel wasn't sure he hadn't; as he pulled himself to his feet he was sure he was sloshing. Surely he'd put on a few pounds after all that? But... he'd done it. Holy shit, he'd done it! The ordeal was over and he was still standing -if a little unsteadily. He put a paw to his neck and rubbed his sore throat, the musky taste of wolf still splattered across his tongue. He couldn't help but feel oddly accomplished in that moment, as strange as it was.

"Here's your paperwork, file it wherever you like and get out. Some of us have things to do."


A small pile of forms was chucked his way, scattering onto the floor. He took the time to pick them up, briefly glance over them, then tear them neatly in two and toss the pieces into the room's trashcan. And that was it, he was a free weasel. Finally something good happening to him today. Best to leave while his luck lasted. He tried not to look too happy about getting off so easy. As he made his way to the door, having to jump to reach the handle, he heard the wolf calling behind his back.

"Oh, and if you ever need another get-out-of-jail-free card, call me. Maybe next time you won't black out like a little bitch."

"Yeah sure, an' you can blow me."


Duke snorted with indignation and pushed his way past the heavy door. After the disaster that had been that morning's chase, he was sticking to bootlegging for the foreseeable future. Although.... no. The wolf was a useful option, if he needed it. But it wasn't like he'd be coming to the attention of the law again any time soon, right?