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When officers of the law were sent into the red light district, a high degree of professionalism was expected. A list invisible to the officers themselves and maintained by the commissioner kept known rowdy cops out of the area. These were officers who, under most circumstances, were courteous and professional but for whatever reason devolved into drinking, dollar-bill-slinging fools at the sight of titties.

Female officers were used most prominently for the red light district. Sexist though the assumption was, they were thought to be immune to the debauchery of the strip clubs and were therefore prioritized to respond to calls there. For the most part, the conceit worked as intended.

Officer Kaz was considered a female officer. Because the registry offered only binary classification and the issuer went by secondary sexual characteristics, the fiery otter was on the hot list for red light district troublemakers, and for the first time, she received orders to respond to a drunk and disorderly in a strip club by the name of Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy.

"What kind of a name is that?" Kaz asked herself, shaking her head and notching the radio in its cradle. More bemusedly, she thought, and what the hell is a Pimpbear?

Kaz was already close by, hence the call. She parked out front, but fairly discreetly, with no flashing lights. Among the neon vomit of the strip clubs up and down the street, it would have made no difference anyway. She ignored the alluring tapestries in the windows of lovely ladies and walked past the bouncers with a respectful nod.

"Hello, officer," one of them said.

"Sounds like a fun night tonight," Kaz remarked to them. They chuckled.

Dance music shook the walls and covered up the clicks of Kaz's claws on the tiles. She glanced at the walls on her way past them. Commissioned portraits of the talent leered at passerby, and the largest among them was a handsome but garishly accessorized brown bear. The frame's small plaque read Freddy Pimpbear, Entrepreneur, Ladies Man, Mack Daddy.

"That explains it," Kaz mumbled.

Officer Kaz stepped through the threshold and into the club. It was packed with hooting, writhing bodies. A mini rave was in full swing around a stage upon which two vixens - one white and slim, the other red-orange and plump in all the best ways - gracefully shared the same pole, often coming together for smooches and grinds. Kaz shamelessly watched them for several minutes before a young staff member touched her arm.

"Excuse me, officer," he said, speaking loudly over the music, "he's over this way."

In a puff of annoyance, Kaz snatched her arm away from the young man. She turned to glare at him but ended up liking what she saw: a fox, slightly shorter than she, with long blonde hair and a sissy body shape. The uniform he had on was as stuffy as it was tacky, and it offended the senses with cheap dress shoes and a pink shirt. The name on his breast, embroidered in gold, was Desmond.

"All right, Desmond," she sneered. "You got the perp under control somewhere?"

Desmond nodded and led Kaz away. She followed him through a sea of bodies. They left the dance floor and passed into a narrow hallway guarded by a plainclothes guard.

"Seems like a popular place, this Pimpbear club," Kaz said once the music was a dull thud at their backs. "You work here?"

"Yeah, I'm the maintenance guy," Desmond said. He went around a corner and Kaz stayed hot on his heels. She watched his behind when his bushy tail swished out of the way. "An advanced robotics degree and this is the best I can do," he chuckled.

Kaz narrowed her eyes. "Robotics?"

Instead of answering, Desmond stopped and opened a door labeled Parts & Service.

Immediately the otter noticed two things. One was that the young man lived in this room, plainly evident because of the cot and limited amenities. The second point of interest was the Pimpbear. He was physically colossal, dressed like a caricature of a pimp with a cheetah-print coat and pink-tinted glasses, and he smiled disarmingly at Kaz. She was no longer interested in Desmond.

"Officer, this is--," Desmond began.

"Shut up," Kaz hissed. "Get lost."

While the fox left in a huff, Kaz approached Freddy. She noticed thirdly that a twenty-something puma was sitting up against the wall, mumbling vaguely coherent obscenities and trying not to be sick. "Oh, yeah," she chuckled. "Forgot why I was here."

Freddy palmed the knob of his cane suggestively and tapped its point against the tile. "Perfectly understandable, sugarpie," he cooed. "Most womenfolk tend to forget their names when they lay eyes on the Pimpbear."

Though Kaz started to approach the drunken idiot, Freddy distracted her easily by offering his massive paw. "Freddy Pimpbear," he said in a purr. "And might I ask your title, fine officer of the law?"

"Kaz," she tittered, laying her smaller paw in his. "Um, Officer Kaz," she authoritatively corrected. "Fine establishment you've got, Freddy." As she said this, her eyes drifted down his great bulk. His crotch was made precariously decent in a plain black speedo. It was the fat ass opposite his crotch which she was thinking of.

"Well, fine as it can be during happy hour," said the bear, smiling ruefully. "This young man here," he gestured to the puma whom seemed not to know what was going on, "decided to pick a fight with somebody for being Foxy's favorite."

As she listened, Kaz pulled up the puma and cuffed him. "Not familiar with any of the names here. Well, aside from you. And Desmond, but I guess he's kind of a man behind the curtain, eh?"

"Oh, Desmond's a good little guy, he keeps my ladies in working order," Freddy warmly effused. "Damn snug hole on him, too."

The otter smiled slyly. Her rudder swished. "You tapped that ass, huh?" she chuckled. "I'm a little confused, though, what's he got to do with the dancers? Is he a doctor?" She narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. Conspiratorially, she asked, "Lot of VD going around here?"

A wave of understanding passed over Freddy's face. He patted her shoulder. "In a manner of speaking. About the doctor bit, not--, you know what I mean." He thoughtfully smoothed down the collar of Kaz's uniform, then said with his usual coolness, "Come on back sometime when you're not on duty, officer. Papa bear wouldn't mind getting a little lutrine. I hear tell that otters are quite energetic."

"Are you propositioning me, bear?" Kaz sneered.

"And that's why you're a cop," Freddy winked. "Dead-eyed perception."

Kaz laughed, then she snapped, "Fuck you. I'll be back."

"Looking forward to it, baby," Freddy smiled, watching Kaz drag her staggering perp away.

None of the patrons seemed to care when Kaz walked the puma out in cuffs. Everybody was too busy watching the vixens on stage, still at their routine and more energetic than ever. Kaz kept walking along with the puma, and despite all the stimuli, she could think only of the bear.

As she negotiated the drunk onto the plastic rear seat, Kaz thought about dereliction of duty and what it might mean for her career. Freddy, she knew, would be there waiting for her when she got off duty - but the thought of his fat body and sleazy smile would not leave her mind, and the notion of getting her mitts on him proved to be too much to ignore. Not for the first time in her career, Kaz brusquely ordered her perp to stay still and be quiet, then slammed the door and left him to sober up.

The otter was back in so quickly that Freddy hadn't left the service room. She found him there conversing with Desmond, yet the talk ended as soon as she came into view.

"Is there a problem, officer?" the fox quietly asked.

"Yes. You need to step out, I've got to have a word with Freddy," she tightly replied, keeping her sly eyes on the bear.

"Uh, well," Desmond murmured, "you know he can't legally give testimony, right? I can."

Kaz chalked it up to the bear being some kind of sex offender and shooed the twink fox out with her hand on his arm and a threat of a violent cavity check if he didn't comply. She slammed the door behind him and turned her gaze on Freddy. A wicked smile spread across her face, and he immediately matched the expression.

"He'd enjoy that cavity check," tutted Freddy, then his smile evened out. He rapped his cane smartly on the floor. "Back to frisk me, Officer Kaz?"

"You're goddamn right, I am," sneered Kaz. She snatched away Freddy's cane and tossed it on Desmond's cot. "Off with the coat, buddy. You, uh," she sniggered, "you can keep the bowtie and the glasses, though."

"And what about the speedo, that too?" Freddy sneered. "Am I to receive that cavity check instead of Desmond?"

"Now that you mention it," Kaz growled.

"Well, good lord above and gracious me," tutted Freddy, shedding his coat then peeling down the speedo. "Here I am, just a humble proprietor of pussy and purveyor of pimpdom, and the law is coming down on my ass."

"Your fat, jiggly ass," Kaz added with sultry flair. "Paws on the wall. Spread them legs, tubby!"

Freddy complied with a jolly laugh, but even when he obligingly parted his stout legs, Kaz unsheathed her truncheon and nudged his thighs, thus coaxing him to spread his legs further still.

"Mm, hey now," he chuckled, "watch where you swing that lil' billy club. Comin' awfully close to the family jewels."

A cruel sneer covered Kaz's short, pretty snout, matching her fiery red hair. She tapped Freddy's low-hanging balls with her club and lifted them, then let them drop. "If you don't want your nuts busted, then you'd better do what the law says, buddy. And right now, I'm the fucking law."

"I confess, officer," he cooed, "I did it."

The otter slid her truncheon back into its loop on her belt before clapping her paws down on his ass cheeks. Though difficult to see through the fur, his blubbery flesh shifted in a wave. "Did what?" she asked, laughing and bemused.

"Dunno," Freddy admitted. "Oh, I'm sure I've done something naughty at some point."

Kaz dug her fingers into Freddy's ass and pulled the cheeks apart. There below his stubby tail, offered in all its glory, was his black, tight pucker. A whiff of musk occurred to her, and so did the cold temperature of his body.

"You're awfully chilly for a bear," she hummed. "Guess I gotta warm you up, eh?"

Freddy chuckled. "I guess so."

Kaz packed her snout into the generous cleavage of Freddy's ass cheeks to which the bear gasped and cooed. Come the first of many licks across his anus, he shuddered, "Ooh, damn. Nobody ever goes for that end of me, especially not the ladies."

Officer Kaz dragged her tongue across his fine asshole and left a spotty coat of drool on it. Into his fat ass and speaking in her most sultry, yet commanding tone, she said, "Then the dumb whores don't know what they're missing. Big asses like yours are made for eating."

"Baby, you're preaching to the choir!" Freddy tittered. "I got the feeling, you know, that this isn't how most officers conduct cavity checks. I'm just saying."

Perhaps to gather her thoughts, but more likely because she was just savoring the bear's musky anal entrance, Kaz lapped and suckled without answering. The Pimpbear did not press her for an response, but he sighed. His thick black penis swelled quickly due to the otter's hungry work, and when it reached the apex of its growth, its dribble of pre became truly abundant, leaving the tile below him damp.

The otter was so deeply invested in her work that Freddy was startled when she answered, "I'm kind of a maverick cop, I got my own procedures." A smooch on Freddy's pucker, then she admitted with a snicker, "Nah, I'm kidding. I just love eating asses. Bigger and meaner the guy is, the better."

"Well, if that's what does it for this particular officer of the law," Freddy playfully said. "Just don't spare me the tongue-lashing, officer."

"Bet your ass I won't," Kaz growled, and she dived right back in. Her strong paws held Freddy's cheeks wide apart almost to the point of awkwardness. She smooched, suckled, and slathered his anus in no coherent pattern. Eventually she reached down, letting Freddy's dense cheeks relax and hug her snout, and she teased herself briefly under her jacket but kept her paws away from her crotch. She wasn't as shy, however, about the bear's naked genitals. With both paws, she fondled Freddy's heavy balls and in doing so left him puffing and growling.

The bear looked at Kaz over his shoulder and managed to see her from the very corner of his eye. Smirking widely, he said, "Now, you know, while I'm all for getting my butt kissed, papa bear does have other ways he can bribe an officer of the law."

Kaz pulled back again. She felt the slightest bit dizzy because of the musk she still tasted and smelled. The fact that Freddy's scent was synthetic was not apparent to her. "Oh, do you now," she dryly asked. "I'm listening!"

"All right then, Officer Kaz," chuckled Freddy, smoothly turning around. He pressed his back to the wall and clutched his great, black cock, then pulled back his foreskin and offered his damp and drooling glans for her inspection. "Better than a foot of prime papa bear bratwurst for you, baby," he winked behind tacky shades. "Just for you."

The sassy otter palmed Freddy's tip then gave it a smooch. "That's a pretty nice dick, yeah," she nodded. Then, with a laugh, she unzipped her navy blue slacks and shoved them down along with her panties. By disrobing, Kaz revealed that she was exceptionally well hung with a ten inch penis of her own. Her pink meat stood proudly, angled up so that the pre it oozed ran along its bottom. She braced her fists on her hips and sneered at Freddy's vacant face.

"I'm hung like a bull too, as you can see," she tutted. "What do you say to that, papa bear?"

Freddy threw up his palms, smiling. "Whatever equipment you got is good with me, babe."

Kaz popped her eyebrows up in mild surprise. "Open-minded. I like that. Even if it's only because you don't want me arresting your tubby brown ass," she shrugged.

Before Freddy could even begin to utter his sly answer, Kaz took hold of his penis and walked him by it to Desmond's cot, which hung from chains and hinges on the wall. "Bend over this, buddy," she firmly said.

"Great idea if you want to leave poor Desmond sleeping on the floor," Freddy sighed. "Until I'm sitting on your face, I'm not sure you can really appreciate what a heavy fellow this Pimpbear is."

"Well, you're a fat fuck for sure," Kaz coldly said, patting his gut, "but are you really that heavy? Well, whatever you say." And with that, Kaz nodded at the floor. "Lay on down right there. Face down and ass up, bub."

While Freddy complied, Kaz disrobed completely. She tossed her things on the cot and straddled the big, brown bear's thighs. In laying her cock against his ass crack, Kaz was again startled by his temperature. "How can you be so damn cold I've touched stiffs with higher body temperatures than you."

Though his head was resting on his folded arms, Freddy was able to look back at Kaz from the corner of his eye again. His smile was evident in his gaze alone, and the nub of his tail wiggled playfully. "You want to know? And spoil the surprise?" he gushed.

"As an officer of the law, I don't like surprises," Kaz growled. "Something funny's going on around here..."

"I agree," Freddy chuckled. "It's got everything to do with you gearing up to plow me."

"Not that, I mean--, I mean, not just that!" Kaz groaned. She spitefully pushed her cock into Freddy's ass crack. His cold, plush cheeks gripped her thick meat and provided an ample bun in which to lay her hotdog. She did exactly that, grinding into the tight crevice. "Why are you so cold? Tell me."

Freddy stifled a laugh. "All right, honey, all right, all right." He paused, then said evenly, "I'm an animatronic."

"You're a what." Kaz flatly asked. "Like--, what, you're a robot?"

"Crude term for it, but ye-e-eah, you got it more or less," Freddy shrugged. "I'm all metal and wires under this fine-as-hell body, babydoll."

"I don't believe that shit," Kaz grunted. So distracted was the otter that even her grinding stopped. "I've been to goddamn Chuck E. Cheese. The animatronics don't move or act anything like you do."

"Chuck E. Cheese and his made-in-Taiwan pals got nothin' on Pimpbear and company," Freddy remarked. "Me, Chica, Foxy - we're all animatronics, babe."

Startled and humbled, Kaz's resting paws held Freddy's rump cheeks absently. "Does--, hm. Is anything--? Ah, mmm. Huh."

"Just," Freddy laughed warmly, "go ahead and pound my posterior as you were planning to, and let papa bear's snug little asshole help you forget that anything ever bothered you."

"You know what," Kaz murmured, "yeah. Let's do exactly fucking that."

When Kaz pulled apart Freddy's ass cheeks again, she caught herself looking closely in the crack of his ass, and especially at the pucker, on which her slobber still gleamed. It was impossible. Kaz had explored so many asses on and off duty. She knew what a good ass looked, felt, tasted, and smelled like. Not considering the temperature, Freddy had everything just right.

"Unbelievable," Kaz said. "Unbe-fuckin'-lievable." Freddy laughed, and Kaz gripped her cock, pressing its bared glans into the proffered, black ring of Freddy's fuckhole.

The otter slowly entered Freddy, and she shuddered as strongly as she grinned. Just as with her visual inspection and taste test, Kaz found his behind as delectable as the real thing. The cold flesh inside was smooth and slick, and it massaged her penis in a very deliberate way. With just a quarter of her cock inside of the bear, Kaz arched her back and groaned.

"I do declare," said Freddy, pausing to lick his jowls, "that the Pimpbear himself can work a dick just as fine as his ladies can."

"We'll see about that," the otter snapped, coming back to the present and in short order. She clapped her webbed paws down on both ass cheeks, at which Freddy softly gasped. "I'm sure as hell gonna have a turn with that pirate skank."

Kaz sunk in deeper and deeper. She quickly passed the halfway mark and Freddy seemed no worse for wear, in fact groaning like quite a slut. "Mmhmm, yeah," he growled, "Foxy would just love you. Seems to me, just between us, officer, that Foxy's a little too big for her britches. Might help me out if you showed her who's boss."

The otter practically cackled with laughter. She rammed it home and smashed her heavy nuts into the back of Freddy's like an ugly traffic accident. The cry which Freddy made sounded genuine to Kaz's savvy ears. "Take it, you fat fucker," she darkly sniggered, draping herself over his back. She was too small to bite his ears like she wanted to, but laying on something so big and powerful with her dick inside of it made her feel powerful.

Resting in and on Freddy at an idle, Kaz noted how inviting his rectal muscles were. They massaged her, welcomed her to stay, and most notably, pulled instead of pushed. She appreciated the gesture. As if to compliment Freddy's designer, she nuzzled the back of his neck and smooched him there. Freddy warmly grumbled, and his stubby tail wiggled.

The affection was only a respite. Kaz licked her lips, put her paws down on either side of Freddy, and went right to work pumping his fat ass. As an officer of the law, her effectiveness was questionable, but when it came to anal sex, Kaz was a consummate professional. She breathed in sharp, steady breaths, the same kind of controlled breathing she maintained in the gym and on the track. The pleasure gained from Freddy's big, cold ass was incredible, but she had her professionalism to maintain.

But where Kaz was even-faced and efficient, Freddy chewed the scenery. He groaned and crooned. Every noise that passed his blubbery jowls was exaggerated to the point of ridiculousness, but his conviction sold it. And as his performance went on, Kaz found herself loosening up too. Instead of using just her muscles to work, she started to flop against the sturdy bear, letting gravity slam her crotch down. Her hips were tight and his ass incredibly chubby, and therefore his cheeks wobbled like a gelatin dessert, much to the delight of part-time chubby chaser Kaz.

"Yea-a-ah, you take a dick up the ass like a goddamn bitch, don't you, bear?" Kaz barked, matching Freddy in sheer hamminess.

"Ooh! Oh, hell yeah," Freddy effused, and he powerfully shoved his fat cheeks back. The motion was so forceful that Kaz, coming in hot to drive it home, was taken by surprise and ended up winded. The bear laughed in sexual delight and curled his toes. "Shit, of course I do! Who do you think came first? Me, baby!" he boasted, wriggling his butt against the otter.

Kaz swatted his hip and made his ass bounce. She tried her rhythm again, but found it wasn't doing the job anymore. Not even dropping like a dead weight was getting her where she needed to be, yet Kaz was nothing if not resourceful. She straightened up but left Freddy on his belly. Grappling with his massively wide hips, Kaz briefly caught herself awed by the size of the thing she was fucking. Obedient sexbot or not, Freddy was very large, and to have him under her thumb fluffed her ego.

"You're mine, tubby," she barked, and she smacked him again. Freddy gasped and cooed, almost certainly concurring with her sentiment.

Kneeling and resting her paws on the small of Freddy's back, Kaz started to smack her hips into his synthetic posterior with all the energy she had. She was an endurant lay, naturally very athletic as an otter, and furthermore in the prime of her life. She nailed his big, jiggling butt like a piston slamming home. Her meat kept his thick, brown asshole open wide. In a nice show of detail, but one Kaz was too preoccupied to notice, Freddy's anus had grown swollen in a simulation of abuse.

Filling the role of buttbitch with great gusto was the temporarily dethroned Pimpbear. He brayed and cried out, singing the praises of Officer Kaz's billy club, as he so euphemistically put it. His every proclamation left the cop grinning enormously. She answered some of them in kind and with such a boisterous tone that a tear almost came to Freddy's eye. Kaz was his kind of woman, penis or no.

"I am so gonna dump my fucking nuts in you, Pimpbear!" Kaz noisily announced, mashing her hips into him as fast as she could. Sweat permeated her smooth fur. Her wild red hair was becoming matted down by perspiration. It ran into her eyes and she wiped it away with an absent, flailing rub. "Fu-u-uck, you got the best ass I've had in six months!"

"I do! I goddamn sure do!" Freddy crooned, and he shoved it back again, but this time he didn't disrupt Kaz - she was too involved to slow down now. Her balls were swollen and aching, and her cock was being savagely milked by those synthetic muscles. The scent of her pheromones was heavy on the air, announcing her impending climax, and Freddy could detect it with ease.

Nothing mattered to Kaz but her orgasm. She didn't care that she was on the clock, that she had left some drunk fool in her cruiser, or that she was fucking a machine. She steadfastly squeezed on his bubble butt until her knuckles were white, and she clenched her teeth into a gleaming, pearly grill. An unsteady moan warbled out of her, and then she came.

When Kaz had an orgasm, there was nothing quite like it. Her partners were always stunned by the raw productivity of Officer Kaz. Not even Freddy was immune, and he was undoubtedly a more virile creature. He moaned coquettishly as the lutrine spunk shot into him. Just when it seemed like Kaz's orgasm was tapering off, a few more squirts would blast out of her. They came like salvos, several bursts in every discrete shot, and the end result was that Freddy's ass was full of Kaz's mess.

It wasn't enough that Kaz came like a fire hose. She doubled over him and groaned like a whore. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled. Her rudder cut through the air and she continued to try and grind her hips against the bear, though she could go no deeper.

When afterglow settled in, Kaz straightened out and held Freddy's dented ass. She chuckled lamely. "Christ. Nice ass, Freddy."

"It helps me to sit in many fine chairs," Freddy calmly said. He looked over his shoulder at Kaz and smiled. "Gonna help me with my chub?"

The otter laughed and plucked her still-hard cock out of the bear. He grunted. "Fuck no. I gotta get back to work." As she dressed, Freddy rolled over on his back. That big, black slab of meat he had was tempting, but Kaz had had her satisfaction. "Get that Dartmouth guy to do it."

"Desmond," Freddy softly corrected.

"Whatever," Kaz dismissively said. She buttoned up her shirt and waved at the bear on her way out. "Thanks for the lay, Freddy-boy."

On her way out, Kaz made it almost to the foyer door when she stopped and fatefully turned around. There by the bar, standing with her paw on one hip and her hook against the other, was the pirate vixen. Kaz perused her hips, took a good look at her tits, and only casually glanced at her scruffy muzzle. She grinned and strode near the fox.

"Foxy, right?" she asked, grabbing the vixen's wide ass.

"Arr! I be Foxy th' pirate, yar," she announced, swatting Kaz's paw with her own. "An' yew be watchin' whose booty ya' touch, lass."

The otter sniggered. "Yeah, yeah. I touch what I want. C'mon, pirate, let's go plunder that booty."

But Foxy only smiled. She flipped her eyepatch up to unveil an unharmed eyeball. "Yar, I dun think so, wench," she tutted. "Since ye wouldn't help th' bear at all, ol' Foxy ain't gonna be 'elpin' yer!" She nodded sharply, flopping the patch back down, and pulled her fine ass away from the otter. "Good day to ya', lass."

Kaz watched Foxy saunter away, and a bemused expression crept across her face. She felt a little something that was almost alien to her: guilt.

Shamefully, Kaz poked her head into the parts and service room, where Freddy sat up against the wall masturbating so slowly as to be edging himself. He smiled knowingly at the otter.

"Well, welcome back, sugar," he winked behind his gaudy frames. "You're just in time to help papa Pimpbear out..."