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William let out a long sigh as he listened to the idle radio chatter through the box on his car. The police spoke back and forth about various dispatches, false alarms, and all-clears. It was lazy work, and there was nothing in the vicinity. The empty streets of New York's residential estate was, admittedly, too quiet.

The dark-furred Wolf slowly tuned with the volume of the radio and kicked his engine into gear with a simple turn of a key. He relaxed his large hands at the wheel, turning his strong arms and pulling it into drive, rolling it out onto the road. He cruised at a steady 20 miles per hour as he turned past a school and off down towards the busy downtown area. He shouldn't have parked there: being lonely often meant your forms of attraction and entertainment delved into the obscene. Busty girls inspired him, but younger females were the tantalising taste he could never reach. It made him sick to the stomach, but he couldn't help how he felt. He sighed, driving off down the back roads towards downtown. It was 5pm: there was bound to be some squabble or robbery that he could intervene on.

William had worked on the force for 10 years now, and he hadn't a single decent credit to his name. Was he happy with that? Of course not: any policeman wanted recognition for his service, though there was no great arrest, no brilliant scheme uncovered. Sure, he'd arrested a few people, and maybe stamped a number of parking tickets. Sure, he was recognised enough at the station to get a brief smile from the face at the front desk, but that was all. His grey muzzle was just another face in the crowd, and he hated it.

He wondered if his break would ever come. He'd yearned for it for years: maybe it would have shown he had the courage to be a good husband, even a good father. If he'd made that one, special arrest, or gotten promoted to Chief, or at least lieutenant, then Gloria wouldn't have left him. He rolled his head back, thinking to himself that he should really focus on other things than his failed marriage and angsty teen son.

He turned a sharp left out of pure frustration and cut off another car in traffic. He received a honk of annoyance in response, and brushed off the idea of getting out the car and fucking with the man. He was tired, and he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for it. He rolled his way over towards the Donut Parlour in the outskirts of downtown and parked himself between a large Hummer and the a contrastingly tiny smart car.

He looked down at his bulging gullet for a moment, hidden beneath his light blue shirt, and the ever-expanding waistline of his black trousers. It was getting worse, and he knew it, but when you're single and lonely, the best source to cure all your troubles is good food, and he can happily afford a donut or two on his break. Sure, it was stereotypical, but he didn't care. By this point, he was the typical american Wolf.

He just so happened to peer over the other side of the street out the window, grimacing at the empty streets ahead of him, when his lazy eyes zeroed on some movement in an alleyway a short walk down the street. He couldn't quite make out what was going on, but he felt a chill go up his spine. His instincts were telling him there was something wrong.

Slowly, he clambered out of his car and reached down, feeling the safety of his gun in it's holster. He'd use it if he had to, or he'd resort to the taser, which he felt on his other hip. Briefly checking the road before crossing, he crept his way towards the alley, his ears tilting and twisting and he listened for sounds. He heard scuffling, muffled grunts and small words. They were high-pitched and desperate: he guessed a child, of some description.

His heartbeat quickened, and he felt the adrenaline in his systems. Immediately, he closed the gap towards the alleyway and reached for his gun as he peered around into the dim light between the two buildings.

What he saw shocked him. His eyes centered on two people, one of them clearly an adult, and the other blatantly a child. The younger of the two appeared canine, with a long busy tail and two perky ears. He looked similar to a corgi, and it showed in his stature: he was relatively bulky, with stocky limbs, and rather short. He looked no older than 11, at least.

The adult was obviously causing him some distress. He appeared to be a Lynx, with large ears that had plenty of tuft at each tip. William's eyes drifted down and widened when he noticed the Corgi's pants lay in a torn mess on the alleyway floor, his underwear hanging from the cub's foot. The Lynx had him pushed up against the wall, his face pressed into the brick. The feline's member, barbed and dripping with pre-cum, was lined right up for penetration. William should have sprung into action, yet he paused, suddenly very...intrigued.

What was he doing? What was he thinking? But yet, he watched as the Lynx's cock pressed and sunk into the corgi's rump, forcing a little whimper to escape the cub's throat. One of the feline's hands was pressed down firmly on the pup's arms, whilst his other hand was clamped down around the small snout, making sure he kept quiet. The Lynx sunk himself in deep without any means of lubrication, and it showed in the cub's desperate, pained squirming.

William watched the rape continue, and whilst his instincts screamed at him to intervene, his dick told him to stop. He could feel his sheath swelling beneath his garments and pushing dangerously up against his clothing. He was so turned on, and he didn't want to stop looking. It was so damn hot.

The Corgi made muffled pleas for the other to stop as the Lynx tugged his cock back, dragging his barbs along that sensitive, velvety insides. The pup let out a wail from beneath the feline's hand and kicked his legs about, scraping his knees against the brick wall. He huffed and panted, the tears rolling down his cheeks as the member began to thrust in and out, squishing around inside the Corgi's rump. The Lynx wasn't very large: maybe only about 5 inches of length, but he appeared thick, and his body was lean. There was no doubt that he was an attractive male, but William had never pegged himself to be gay. Yet, perhaps, it was the thrill of seeing the cub being abused sexually that made him so aroused. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

It continued, the Lynx leaning forwards and getting into the motions as he rolled his hips against the cub's rump, filling the air with the sweet sounds of his sex, the pre-cum coating the pup's insides as his balls squished firmly against the other's inner thighs. It was certain that the feline wasn't going to last long, as his thrusts sped up and he let out pleasured grunts of approval.

William reached down to firmly squeeze his crotch as he watched, just barely peeking around the corner as his eyes focused on the rhythmic motions of the Lynx's cock slamming in and out of the Corgi's cute ass. He slipped a hand down into his waistband and groped at his cock, briefly glancing down the street. Relief washed over him when he realised no-one was nearby, and he glanced back again, breathing softly to himself as his hand worked over his firm, canine member.

The Lynx was getting close, that much was clear: his steady pounding of that fine, underage rump had turned into harsh, quick slaps of his cock deep into the other's insides. The Lynx could feel the cub's insides spasming and squeezing over his member, which only urged his orgasm forward. It came at him like a ton of bricks, and he pushed himself in deeply, forcing the Corgi's nose up against the brick wall as he spurted his thick, creamy load up into the Corgi's intimate areas. The little pup weakly whined, squeezing his eyes shut and sniffling hard as tears rolled down his cheeks. He had been abused, and his virginity was more than likely taken.

The Lynx let out a long sigh and rolled his head around, peering out towards the alleyway. He immediately noticed the wolf, and his eyes widened, both in shock and in panic. William did the same, muttering expletives to himself as he quickly moved himself out of hiding, a hand on his gun. His badge was pinned to his chest, and his authority was obvious. He saw that the Lynx visibly paled, before his eyes darted down to the wolf's tenting member, hidden away in his pants. William's frown turned into surprise when the Lynx suddenly grinned.

"...Enjoy the show?" The Feline asked cockily, pulling his member back and keeping the Corgi firmly placed against the wall. William could see that the pup's eyes were begging for help, but the Wolf felt his heart skip a bit. His body moved entirely on it's own and stepped forwards.

"That I did." He heard himself say, and he wished he could have slapped himself for saying it. What had gotten into him? His conscience screamed at him to stop as a grin spread across his face, reaching down to grope his own cock inside his pants, slowly unzipping himself. His thick member sprung into the air, all 8 inches of his firm, knotted member twitching and idly drooling with pre-cum. The Corgi's eyes widened, out of shock and pure dismay at the thought of another abusing him.

"What, you want a turn?" The Lynx asked with a smirk, patting the Corgi's firm rump, not that he had let his arms go to let him move a little more. William slowly nodded, knowing it was entirely wrong, but not caring. Slowly, the two of them moved the abused, sore pup around, until he was pushed down into the dirt with the Lynx holding a hand over his little mouth, and pinning his arms down under his knees.

Now that the pup was before him, William had the opportunity to look over his body. He was alarmingly cute, and William never thought himself to be someone attracted to guys, yet his stiff cock told a different story. The Corgi was wearing a polo shirt, initially white, though it was muddy and dirty with grime. He had a small logo on his shirt, and it was clear that he was someone who should be in school right now, though clearly things hadn't gone to plan.

William avoided looking into the pup's pleading eyes as his hands trembled, spreading his little legs and revealing his tiny sheath and balls, as well as his used, dripping hole. He watched with a flushed face as he saw the cum slowly trickling from the used, slightly gaping orifice.

"This your first time, old man?" The Lynx joked teasingly, his tail swishing behind him. William merely grunted in response as his thick member lined up with the used little hole, smearing his lubed tip up against the sensitive flesh. The Corgi immediately began to wriggle and his tiny pucker squeezed. The mere action elicited a small throb from the wolf's cock.

He could wait no longer: slowly, he pushed himself forwards, lifting the Corgi's hips up with his hands as his cock sunk inside the other's little insides. He felt his warm, silky, wet inner tunnel squeezing and clamping down firmly around every vein and every crease of his firm member. A small exhale escaped William's throat and he spurted a thin string of pre-cum inside the cub's rump.

"Fuck. He's...he's fucking..." William muttered, half to himself, and half to the Lynx. He pushed in a little further and another groan came out his mouth. He pushed himself all the way up to his knot and gyrated his hips against the sore pucker, his knot squishing against the flesh. He could see, and even feel the cum seeping around the cock, some of it leaking out an smearing up against his knot. The bulbous base swelled a little.

It had been a while since William had had sex, let alone with something this tight. Even his wife wasn't close to as tight as this, though he understood why with ease. He thrust himself backwards and forth, picking up a slow, steady pace. His hands firmly gripped the Corgi's hips as the little pup wriggled left and right, his toes curling and uncurling. His eyes were scrunched up, sniffling hard as muffled cries came out from beneath the Lynx's mouth.

"Little guy's trying to lick me to get my hand away." The Lynx chimed in, chuckling to himself, as if the entire thing was cute. William tried to block out his sickening speech, instead deciding to return his gaze to his cock sliding in and out of the tight little ass. He groaned and shuddered, feeling himself coming to orgasm already.

"...Shit." He muttered to himself, quickly pulling back when he realised he was without a condom. If the kid went to the police, they'd match his DNA easy. But he couldn't stop what was already coming. Despite his withdrawal, his orgasm still hit him, and thick ropes of cum, dashed across the pup's body, sticking the front of his uniform with cum and all over his chin. The Corgi shook his head left and right, as if trying to escaped it, but it was futile. William groaned and squeezed his knot as he emptied his balls, knowing there was no way out of it now.

"Wow, all over his front? You're brave, dude." The Lynx joked with him, but the wolf grunted in annoyance, knowing it was an idiotic thing to do. It was even more obvious that the kid had been abused now: but what could he tell the police, or anyone, for that matter?

He quickly pulled himself back and panted heavily, his cock bobbing in the air as he stared down at the two. He knew one way that this could be done, one way that neither of them would talk. His hand slowly went to his gun as the two looked at him in surprise, confused and shocked at the same time.

But he couldn't do it. He stood there for a moment, shaking with his hand on his holster, before he simply slumped down in the alley. His pants lay down at his ankles and he put his hands to his head, panting harshly.

"The fuck am I going to do?" He muttered to himself. He knew he'd go to jail. He knew that they did to kid-fuckers in jail, too. They often died within the first week. He had a choice: end it himself or get stabbed by people he normally locked up.

"Bro. Chill. The kid won't talk." The Lynx said to him with a smirk. He stood up as the Corgi laid there, panting and whimpering. He didn't even call out for help as the Lynx walked down the alley to pick up a bag not far away, dragging it back. He unzipped it and lifted the kid up, taking off his shirt.

"Here, a momento." He tossed it in William's direction and the Wolf grabbed it in his hands, staring down at the cum stains on the front of the uniform. He peered up, watching the Lynx forcibly dress the pup in his P.E clothes, consisting of shorts and a white T-Shirt.

"The little slut likes it, don't ya?" He said firmly to the Corgi, grinning toothily as his hand pinched the other's ear. The pup whimpered, clearly rather afraid, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Are...did you abuse him before?" William asked, almost out of curiosity. The Lynx appeared so open about all this, for no apparent reason.

"Yeah dude. Many times. Like I said, he likes it." He smirked, almost a little too smug. William wanted to arrest him there and then, but if he did, then he would talk. Maybe that's how he got the kid on his side: blackmail. Slowly, William stood, dressing himself and quickly appearing casual. He didn't have a choice here.

"Listen...you, uh, you never saw me, alright?" The Wolf muttered darkly, placing a hand on his holster again to make it clear. But he was shaking: it was obvious he was shitting himself, and he knew it.

"Bro! Chill man." The Lynx put a hand on the wolf's shoulder. "You seem alright, old man. We'll just write this off as a happy accident."

"...Right." William replied darkly. There was something more to this Lynx than met the eye, but it was obvious that he wasn't letting on. He had a feeling there was something more to this.

Slowly, the Policeman turned and made his way out the alley, across the road and back to his car. He didn't even want donuts anymore as he climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door. His hands gripped the steering wheel for a moment as he replayed the scenario in his mind. He could still feel the spasms of the Corgi's ass around his dick.

He peered up again, seeing the two leaving the alleyway. The Corgi was limping, yet he walked with the Lynx as if the two were best friends. The feline peered over and waved briefly at the police car, before heading off down the road. William squinted. Something wasn't right. He knew he should do something, and yet...

"We have a Code 42A on Walker's Street, requesting Dispatch." The radio chattered at him faintly, snapping him back to reality. Despite his suspicions, and his own sickening fantasies, he still had a job.

"Unit 56, in pursuit, over." He spoke into the handheld radio, turning on the engine and rolling out into the street.

"Copy that, Unit 56, over." A man replied to him as William drove off past the other two, turning on the sirens as he went. They walked along nonchalantly. The pup didn't look too happy, but he didn't appear to be running away either.

William felt a quiver in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't place it, but he know he'd have to investigate it. Something was happening. Something big.