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Alright, well... This is my first Furry anything! I was a bit shy at first to write something since I didn't know all the Furr lingo, but I read several stories to brush up on my vocabulary a bit, and think I got most of it down. If I maybe say something too humanlike, sorry sorry, I will try to limit those mistakes though, so don't worry. Hope you all give me the time of day and try out my fiction, thanks!

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Bite The Bullet

Chapter 1

"Excuse me, sir? Could I please get a refill?" "Hey, waiter, another round for the whole table!" "Yeah, could I have a salad, no dressing, no wait, dressing, now which kind... Thousand Island! No wait, that's the orange isn't it? Okay, I know... no..."

It was lunchtime on any normal day in Kenten City. Several furrs came and went through 'Ted's' restaurant every hour, and every waiter and waitress was busy scurrying between their previously assigned tables to bring every single customer what he or she desired. One waiter, in particular, was beginning to feel the effects of the lunch hour rush come slamming down on him. A young cougar, with light tan fur, stood over a single woman who seemed to want to be slapped into picking a salad dressing. Knowing it was going to happen sooner or later, being stuck with someone who had to take an eternity to decide on something as simple as what color she wanted on her salad, the cougar shuffled his weight from leg to leg as he waited to hear the all important answer.

"Yes, you had sweet tea, right?" "A whole round, gosh! Someone got a promotion!" "Ma'am, could I make a suggestion?" The cougar talked to the others that called upon him while he stood next to the salad woman's table. She looked up at him as he asked her a question. She was a young rabbit, possibly in her early twenties, and wore a gray business suit that made her blend in with the rest of the suits in the room. She nodded her head lightly, looking excited to see what the waiter was going to pick for her. "Maybe, you would like Italian, or Ranch?" The cougar tried his best to sound patient, but even he had his limits.

"Italian? No, no... I like my stuff thick. Ranch, now, you may be right about that one. Sure, what the heck, I'll take Ranch!" The cougar happily wrote down which dressing she wanted on his notepad as he began to turn away to fetch the other woman's tea and the group their beer, and as he was almost away, she yelled for him to cancel the dressing. "I'm watching my figure! Dressing is pure fat, why would I want to ruin my salad with that?" The rabbit laughed at herself, thinking she was being cute, and once the cougar was out of sight, his face fell from its forced happy to a look of murderous intent.

"Coming through!" A squirrel waitress said as she pushed by the cougar lightly, carrying a tray of drinks.

"Hey, Kevin?" The cougar turned his head as he heard his name being called, standing with a glass in his hand as he began to fill it up with sweet tea.

"Yeah Terri?" Kevin saw another waitress come behind the counter, a young skunk who was also a good friend of Kevin's.

"Where is your name tag? I saw you out there without it on, and unless you want Ted to get on you again about leaving it off, you better put it back on!"

"What? Now way! It's.. right..." Kevin looked down at his white, dress shirt, expecting to see a small, square piece of plastic with his name on it pinned to his shirt pocket, but nothing was there. "Damn, where is it? Must have fallen off..." Kevin sighed as he filled the glass he was holding with the tea. "Could be..." Kevin started as he looked out over the throbbing mass of furrs, "anywhere."

Terri patted Kevin once on the back as a bell dinged, signaling the completion of another plate of food. "Just 20 more minutes, then the lunch rush is over, Kev." Terri tried to comfort the tired cougar as she lifted two plates up and walked back into the restaurant. Kevin rushed the tea over to the woman who had ordered it and then hurried his way back to fill four glasses with beer for the men the were celebrating, whatever, made them want to celebrate. All the while, his eyes scanned the floor for his name tag, wishing he could find it before his boss saw him without it again.

Opening a small refrigerator, Kevin pulled out a small bowl of salad for the rabbit woman, and then a glass of water that sat on the counter for quick grabbing, as he saw that she was running low when he took the men their beer. She smiled as he put the bowl down in front of her, her placing her paper to the side on the table as she made room for the food. "Oh, water!" She said, surprised by Kevin's speedy response to her empty glass. "I know you wanna shoot me already, but... could I maybe have some dressing? I changed my mind about the fat thing. I really do want some now." Kevin only nodded a simple 'Of course' before walking away and going off to recover some Ranch dressing.

Two more booths filled up in his waiting area, and after handing the woman her dressing and getting an embarrassed chuckle from her, he moved behind her table to the one that had just been filled up. "Welcome to Ted's, can I start you off with anything, sir?" Kevin eyed the single German Shepard that sat in the booth, a menu in hand. "Can I have a beer, er, no, a root beer. I'm about to go on duty, don't need to drunk." Kevin nodded at the man as he put his drink order in the back of his mind. "I'll be back in a moment with your drink..." Kevin replied as he looked over the man who still read the menu, his eyes covered with sun glasses and his whole persona exuding a sort of 'tough guy' feel, what with the thick leather jacket and tight, gray shirt underneath. "Then, I'll take your order." Kevin smiled as he left, as he did with every costumer. "Duty... must be a cop or something. Never see a cop like that anymore, wonder what I did to get him to sit at one of my tables?" Kevin couldn't help but admire the canine officer, but he had always had a weakness for furrs with guns.

"Welcome to Ted's, can I start you off with anything, sir?" Kevin asked again, only this time to the other man who had entered at the same time as the cop. Kevin couldn't help but get a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at the bear sitting at the table, also by himself. Every few days, Kevin would feel uncomfortable servings some patrons, but nothing ever happened, so why should this time be any different? "Sir? Could I get you a drink?" Kevin asked the bear again, looking over his body as he awaited an answer. Scruffy brown fur covered his body, and looked like he hadn't bathed in a few days. His clothes looked just as unclean, the shirt he was wearing was a dark gray, but could have easily have started out white. His lower half was out of site as the table covered it, but that was probably for the better.

The bear kept his eyes down as he looked at a menu on the table, lifting his head only an inch as he muttered, "Beer." Kevin nodded his head and headed off immediately to get the two beverages, not wanting to stick around the bear any longer than he had to.

Kevin stalled with the drinks as he waited for the two men to decide on what they wanted to eat. As he waited, he looked over the thinning out crowd. There were still a few in his area, namely the cop, the strange bear, and the rabbit, but the group had left along with the woman who ordered the tea. Other than that, his area was mostly free of clutter, lucky for him as the other waiter and waitresses still had quite a few furrs in their zones.

Long enough. Kevin filled to glasses with the appropriate drinks and took them to the two men. First, the cop. Sliding the glass over to his coaster, Kevin placed the bear's beer down at pulled out his notepad, ready to take the canine officer's order. After writing down what he wanted, and staying around long enough to get another glance at him, he picked the beer back up and walked over to the bear.

"Here you go, sir... Are you ready to make an order?"

"I'm... not ready yet." The bear said, his voice ruff. He still didn't look up, only keeping his head down at the yet to be opened menu.

"Oh, alright. I'll be back in a few minutes while I let you make up your mind..." Kevin's voice stayed chipper, but the feeling he had only grew. To say that he was eager to get away from the bear would have been an understatement. He never thought he would be so happy to stand over the rabbit and listen to her babble out another request.

Minutes later, as the restaurant became calm once again, Kevin began his trip back from the employee's restroom to ask the bear if he knew what he wanted. He pulled at the waistband of his pants, feeling itchy in the uniform, and began to get closer to the table. Just as he was about to reach for his notepad, he spotted it, his name tag, just under one of the tables that had already been emptied. He looked down at the rabbit , who stayed even though she had finished her lunch, and let out a heavy sigh as he then bent down to retrieve the piece of plastic. Pinning it on his shirt pocket, he began to stand back up when he noticed a pair of boots in front of him. As he stood up, following the camo-covered legs, he was shocked to see the bear right in front of him. "Sir, are you... ready to order?" Kevin asked nervously, seeing the rabbit next to him turn her head as she, too, looked warily at the bear.

Kevin, who stood at a good 6 feet, was still shorter than the bear, who had to be at least 6'3. The bear ignored his question, just looking at him as he stood in silence. The rest of the restaurant seemed to quiet down as more and more people saw the odd bear. Kevin looked quickly at the German Shepard cop, who too had begun to notice that something was amiss. By the second, Kevin could feel his little, cold feeling turn into that of a brain freeze. "S...sir?"

"Yeah, you can take my order..." Kevin's eyes followed the bear as he reached a hand into the pocket of his green, camouflage pants and pulled out a gun, pointing it directly to Kevin's head. His ears falling to the sides of his head, Kevin could hear as glasses behind the counter were dropped and gasps from waitresses and costumers were echoed through the air. The rabbit woman instantly moved under the table and shook as she watched the from semi-safety. "I want all the money in this place! Everyone, empty your purses and wallets! And you..." The bear now pointed his gun towards the skunk waitress as she stood behind the counter, "empty that register!"

Kevin's knees shook as the gun was placed back at his forehead, his paws balled into nervous fists as he waited for the gun to go off. Kevin's eyes fell back to the cop, and as he saw the cop hold up a finger telling him to hold on, Kevin swallowed hard as he felt his throat dry out. He did like men with guns, but, he was willing to change his mind provided he walked out with his head. Behind Kevin, where he couldn't see, a man tried to crawl his way to safety. Seeing this, the bear pointed his gun at him and fired, hitting him in the side of his thigh as he did not intend on letting anyone out. As he shot the gun, and screams were heard, the German Shepard cop jumped up from his seat and pointed his gun at the bear, telling him to freeze. Spinning around, and moving away from Kevin, the bear pointed his gun towards the cop.

As he saw the movement, the cop pulled the trigger of his gun, missing the bear as he had moved out of the way, but hitting Kevin in the shoulder, bringing him to the ground. Cursing to himself, the German Shepard went to his knees as he dunked under a table to avoid the bear's fire. Finding his feet, he shot at the bear, bringing him, too, to the ground. The bear dropped his gun as he hit the floor, and the cop was over him in a matter of seconds.

Kevin, laying with a paw over his hurt shoulder, gasped with fright as the rabbit woman crawled from under the table to his side, snatching her napkin from the table and putting it against Kevin's bleeding shoulder. "Oh, dear God, please... Sir?" The rabbit whimpered as Kevin closed his eyes, passing out.

Later, Kevin felt his head pound lightly as he saw bright lights bleed through his closed eyelids. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw that he had left the restaurant and was now in a hospital. He couldn't feel his shoulder, as they probably numbed the pain with drugs, but he sure could feel his head aching. Hissing with pain, he sat up and looked around the room, seeing a few people who had been in there for at least an hour already.

"Ugh," Kevin uttered, grabbing their attention. Once they heard him, they were by his side instantly.

"Oh, Kevin! I was so worried about you!" The skunk waitress said, holding one of Kevin's paws in her own. She was out of her uniform, off of work probably because they had to close down for the day.

"Kevin! I'm so sorry!" Another voice said, this one unfamiliar. Looking at the woman who made it, Kevin saw it to be the rabbit from the restaurant. "Hi, I'm Karen. I just wanted to see you open your eyes again, and... to give you a tip, hehe." Karen said as she fished through her purse, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and placing it on the bedside table.

"I got shot!" Kevin laughed, his voice thick with being drugged. "Only I would get shot by my savior!"

"Kevin, be lucky it was only your shoulder!" Terri laughed back, her blue eyes looking lovingly down into Kevin's glazed over, brown ones.

The three laughed for a minute before quieting down again. Karen made her way over to a chair in the corner of the room as she talked on her phone, while Terri sat on the side of the bed, telling Kevin what happened after he passed out. The bear, he was taken to the hospital and then to jail after he was bandaged up. The man who was shot in the thigh, he was there at the hospital too, in the next room. As for the German Shepard cop, even though he brought down the bear, he was still punished for shooting Kevin. As far as Terri heard, as the police chief yelled at the canine, he was on temporary 'vacation' for having injured a civilian.

Kevin brought a paw up to his forehead, shaking his head as he heard what happened to the cop. Even though he was injured by him, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was, so far, the most attractive thing he had seen step inside that diner, and now, he was being punished because of him.

A soft knock at the door, and then the twisting of the handle, turned Kevin's head to look at who was entering. Shyly, and holding a handful of flowers, entered the German Shepard cop. Kevin blushed slightly at the sight, and looked over the cop as he closed the door. Still wearing the jacket, and the sunglasses hooked in the neck of his shirt, the cop still wore his 'tough guy' best. Kevin hadn't noticed before, but he was shorter than he could remember, standing maybe at 5'10. Kevin, however, wasn't deterred by his height. Instead, he looked over his legs as he walked over to the bed. They were well formed with muscle, and the jeans he wore over them were perfect for showing off every curve. His bushy tail wagged slowly as he placed the flowers, lilies, onto the bedside table, just next to the twenty Karen had placed there earlier.

"Hey..." The German Shepard said, his deep voice shaky with embarrassment. He cupped his paws together as he looked for something else to say.

"You... shot me. Me! The hostage!" Kevin joked, breaking the awkward silence. The German Shepard closed his eyes and dropped his head, letting out a small laugh before bringing his head back up to look at the cougar he had put in the hospital.

"I'm really sorry. Believe me when I say the chief handed ripped me a new one for it, too. I..." The cop stopped himself before continuing, looking over at the lilies, bringing up one of his paws to nervously poke at them. "...I got you some... flowers. You know, to say sorry."

Terri stood up, smiling as she watched the two talk. Kevin didn't notice as she made her way over to Karen, who was still talking on the phone, and pulled her out of the room. Kevin tried his best to hide his blushing face, but knew he didn't have to worry much about it as the cop had darkened fur around his own face, showing he, too, was blushing.

"You... didn't have to do that... Get me those, I mean." Kevin nodded his head towards the flowers, trying his best to escape the shyness that the cop brought over him. "All you had to do was tip me..." Kevin smiled as he looked away, expecting a laugh from the officer at his side. The German Shepard reached into his side pocket and pulled out a crisp, fifty dollar bill, and placed it over Karen's twenty, not knowing if the cougar was joking, but also not caring.

"Sorry..." He said to the shocked cougar as he smiled down to the feline, and then made his way towards the door. "I have to get home, since I won't be having work for a little while, I might as well clean my place up! See ya at Ted's!" With nothing else, the cop left the room, leaving Kevin to himself for a minute before Terri and Karen reentered, Karen still on the phone.

Terri placed herself back on the side of the bed as she told Kevin she had been given the 'go ahead' to take Kevin home, "We just have to wait for a nurse to bring a wheelchair, then we can get out of here." Not a minute later, a nurse came through the door, pushing along the wheelchair over to Terri, so she could wheel Kevin out herself.

"Now, Mr. Lennox, please try not to use that arm for at least a week." The nurse started to talk as she pulled back Kevin's blanket and began to help him into the chair. She was a large lioness, easily along in the years, so her grip on Kevin was anything but weak. "That includes work, play, anything too physical around the house... well, you know what you shouldn't do." Her voice sounded dry, like she had already said the same line forty times that day.

Kevin sat down in the chair with a thump, the nurse letting her grip go early causing him to get off balance. "I won't." Kevin huffed as he pushed himself into the seat, feeling more decrepit than he really was. As the nurse left the room, Karen snapped her phone closed and walked over to the flowers to grab them and the money, so she could carry it out while Terri pushed Kevin in the chair.

"A fifty?! Who gave you that?!" Karen was shocked to see the other piece of paper above her own. Terri chuckled at the loud rabbit, and only looked down at Kevin, who had hidden his face in one of his paws.

A week later, the sun beamed down on Kenten City, and especially, on a little restaurant named 'Ted's,' bringing in several costumers that were seeking refuge from the sweltering heat. Several furrs came in with matted fur from sweating and the smell of the diner had changed after a few larger furrs came in to air out. Luckily, besides dealing with a few musky furrs, Kevin and the other waiters and waitresses did not have to suffer too much, as the air conditioning inside the restaurant was at full blast.

It had only a week since Kevin had been shot, but already he had come back to work. The wound was minor in the first place, and besides being more of a burden than painful, it did not really slow him down. Of course, he could only serve tables with one arm, as the other was still in a wrap, but that had not been a problem yet.

Things became quite after the day progressed, more furrs leaving than entering. Kevin, instead of being tired like the rest of the staff, was still full of energy. With the wrap on his arm and the news that he was shot but still works, his tips had been more than generous from those he served, and even a few that belonged to other waiters and waitresses. Kevin considered keeping the wrap on longer than it was needed, just so he could keep on getting tips.

As Kevin went into the kitchen to talk to one of the chefs, a new costumer came inside the restaurant and sat down in one of Kevin's booths, waiting to be served. "Got a new one, Kev." The chef said as Kevin's back was turned on the restaurant. The patrons had to ability to see all the chefs cook their food as the waited, and the chefs were able to watch to see what happened out on the floor.

"Guess we can talk later, George." Kevin said as he left the kitchen, making his way over to the table the chef had mentioned. Keeping his eyes down as he walked, he fixed the wrap over his arm, thinking that if the costumer saw him fiddling with it, it would bring on an extra dollar in tips. "Welcome to 'Ted's,' can I...." Kevin began to run off the welcoming line as he saw who was sitting down. "Well, what brings you here? Again..." Kevin's brown eyes looked down at the German Shepard's, looking in the hazel orbs as he waited for an answer.

"Oh, well... I was hungry today..." The German Shepard laughed, looking up slyly at the younger waiter that stood over him. This was not the first time they crossed paths after the shooting, but the fifth time, at least. Every day since Kevin came back to work the cop would come in and sit down, and never order anything but a root beer, and just sit around for an hour or so, watching.

"Yeah? Shouldn't you be back at work? What if some poor elderly furr is getting mugged right now?" Kevin's voice was hinting a joke, but mostly serious. He did not mind the cop wanting to eat there everyday, but if he ate everyday, then it would have been alright.

The German Shepard sat back, resting his muscled arms over the top of the seat. He was without his signature leather jacket today, the heat being too high to wear such a heavy piece of clothing. His white undershirt stuck to his body from the sweat that seeped out of his fur, and if Kevin cared to look, he could see the dog's erect nipples poking out from underneath the shirt. "I am back on duty as of today, but..." The cop leaned over to Kevin now, holding a paw next to his mouth to block out his voice as he whispered, "I'm sick."

"You sure are, buddy." Kevin laughed as he knew what the cop had meant. He had simply taken a sick day, government jobs were the best on getting sick days. "Now, what can I get for you today?" Kevin pulled out his notepad and held it in his paw that hanged out from the wrap around his arm.

"How's about you sit down for a minute. There ain't no one here, or over here at least, you can spare a second for a poor dog like me, can't ya?" The German Shepard put his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together as he leaned over the table, his wagging tail hitting the cushioned booth.

"Look, er... hey, I don't even know your name." Kevin was beginning to try and talk his way out of it, wanting nothing more than to go back and talk to the chef instead of sitting with the cop that had shot him.

"Roger, kid." The cop dog said, staying in the same position as before.

"Kid? Hah, I'm no kid, I'm 22, thank you." Kevin knew 'Roger' meant it as a joke, but thought he should say his age anyway, just in case the cop thought he was going to pick up an actual kid.

"Oh, sorry... You are still younger than me, though, so I might just call you something else. Now..." Roger smacked a paw on the table lightly as he waited for Kevin to sit down across from him, but the cougar stayed standing.

"I don't think so, Roger. I don't normally sit and chat with people who shot me." Kevin laughed, not about to sit down across from the cop, not yet. "If Ted sees me sitting and chatting during my shift, he'll take away some of my tips, and... I like my tips." Kevin stuffed the notepad back into his uniform's side pocket.

Roger closed his eyes and smiled as he leaned back and put a hand in one of his pockets, "Okay, then..." Kevin never did like seeing anyone reaching in their pockets after having a gun pointed at his head, so he backed up slowly, putting one paw behind the other as he watched nervously. "How about I give ya a tip? Then will ya sit with me?"

"What, you are willing to shell out another..." Kevin let out a deep breath as he saw money placed on the table instead of a gun, but then he took in another breath as he saw how much money. "...another fifty? Do you have the funds to keeps shelling out bills like that?" Kevin was honestly a bit more disturbed by how much money the dog had placed out for him, but also wanted it, so he began to inch his way over towards the booth.

"Don't you worry about me." Roger chuckled as he watched Kevin reluctantly sit down across from him. His fingers laced back together as his elbows rested on the table, his hazel eyes watching the young cougar as he fidgeted in his seat. "Don't worry, Kev. I'm not gonna pop ya another one." Roger joked, trying to ease the feline's nerves.

"Okay, so... what do you... want?" Kevin asked, trying not to sound rude, but at the same time, not really caring. His paws cupped together under the table, holding onto each other in his signature nervous sign.

"I was wondering, since I don't have to work today, or tonight... Well, if you'd like to go get something to eat, somewhere besides here, or whatever you'd like to do." Roger said, keeping himself together but a hint of nervousness peaking through.

"Haha, are you asking me out? You? Big bad cop, asking out a wounded waiter?" Kevin laughed to himself, seeing the dog's fur darken with a blush. "I'm not gay, Roger."

Now, it was Roger's time to laugh, opening his maw wide as he let out a deep chuckle. "Oh? Well, neither am I, little guy." Kevin blushed as he felt bad for mistaking Roger's reasons, and then sighing at being called little despite the fact he was taller than the cop. "So, now that we know what I don't intend on getting out of this... what do ya say? Wanna humor an old cop like me?"

"Heh..." Kevin looked outside through the window that the booth was seated next to. He didn't know how old the cop was, but he was sure he wasn't too old, there wasn't even a single strand of gray fur on him, or at least not where he could see... "I guess so, I've always wanted to spend the day with a cop, ever since I was a kid. Sure, just let me... ask off."

Roger leaned back against the cushion on the seat, resting his arms back above the seat as he waited for the young cougar to make his way back. He saw the fifty still on the table, Kevin having forgotten it. A smile spread across the dog's muzzle as he looked at the money, grabbing it and putting it back in his pocket as Kevin began to make his way back after a few minutes of being gone.

Kevin stood next to the table as Roger scooted his way out, standing up and having to look up a bit at the tall cat. Kevin still had on his uniform, but turned in his notepad and apron that every waiter and waitress had to do at the end of every shift. Roger led the way out, breathing in the cold air of the restaurant before walking back out into the inferno of the city. Kevin walked close behind Roger, his eyes looking over his back and slowly wandering farther down the dog's body until they rested on his round backside. His tail hid some of the view of his ass, but Kevin could see enough to cause a blush to break across his face.

He looked away right as Roger turned around and waited for him to catch up. "It's hot as hell out here, eh?" Roger asked as he noticed Kevin's flushed face. Kevin wordlessly nodded his head as he kept his eyes looking forward. Roger smiled to himself as they walked, his tail wagging happily once again.

Kevin's head slammed against the door of Roger's apartment as Roger ran his muzzle into his, their tongues wrapping around each other inside of their maws. Without looking, Roger fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door as he continued to press himself up against the taller male. They stumbled inside as the door opened, Roger kicking it closed once they were inside. Kevin allowed himself to me pulled along by the cop as they made their way through his apartment, eyes closed and faces together.

As they neared Roger's bedroom, the cop pushed Kevin against the wall, his face still at Kevin's. "Wait here for a minute..." Roger managed to say in-between kisses, his paws moving from Kevin's crotch to the handle of his bedroom door. As he opened it and slipped inside, he shut the door again, leaving the horny cougar alone in the hallway.

Once the dog removed his paws from his ever-growing bulge, Kevin's mind quickly came back into focus. "Oh, shit... what am I doing here?" Kevin asked himself as he tried to get himself to run out of the apartment. "I'm... not gay..." He wanted to believe what he had said, but he stayed where he was, waiting for the cop to come back. Kevin listened as he heard hurried ruffling through the room, a few slapping sounds as something was slammed against a table, and then the sounds of paws running across carpet as the door opened again. Roger grabbed Kevin by the free arm and pulled him into his room, shutting the door once he was inside.

"Roger, I don't think... I.." Kevin tried to protest as he felt the dog's paws grab at his erection again, rubbing hard through the fabric of his uniform to try and bring the cat back into his horny daze. "Roger... uh..." Kevin placed his free paw over one of Roger's, at first trying to stop him, but then helping him rub as his mind was quickly overwhelmed. Roger's eyes watched as his paws fondled the young cougar, rubbing and grabbing every inch that was out of the sheath. Kevin's head rested back against the door as he let the dog touch him. With his one paw, he unbuttoned the front of his shirt, pulling it free from his pants once it was fully opened. Roger moved his paws from Roger's erection and helped him remove his shirt, throwing it to the ground before he let his paws roam the cat's exposed body.

Hands running along his back and a tongue licking at his nipples, Kevin tried his best to stand up through the pleasurable torment that the cop was bringing him. With his one paw, he brought out his nail and scratched at the back of Roger's shirt, hearing the sounds of the fabric ripping. The sounds only made Roger lick harder, and even bite at him a few times as he had his fill on Kevin's body. Kevin couldn't help but purr out in ecstacy as Roger shoved his hips into his, rubbing their clothed erections against one another.

With his own claws running along the back of Kevin, Roger growled as he licked over Kevin's chest, his wet tongue leaving the fur on Kevin's front side completely drenched. He let his paws drift down farther, gripping at Kevin's ass through his pants, and stabbing them with his claws as he continued to lick the cat's lightly muscled body. Kevin's long tail batted against the wall he was pressed up on, and his purrs only deepened as Roger molded his ass with his mighty paws. The back of Roger's shirt must have looked like an old scratching post at that point, since Kevin couldn't stop his claws from tearing away the fabric.

Roger let his paws work their way around Kevin's body, and they eventually began to work at Kevin's heated erection again. Taking the button of Kevin's pants between his fingers, Roger hesitated in pulling as he brought his muzzle back to Kevin's, kissing him deeply while he finally unbuttoned the front of his pants. Kevin huffed in the kiss as he felt the tightness in his crotch lighten with the unfastening of his pants. Roger could feel the heat of Kevin's sex hit his paws as they reached inside to grab him. The odor of his arousal assaulted his nose pleasantly, causing his own cock to throb with each deep breath he took in of the cat's musk.

Kevin broke the kiss with a deep moan as he felt the dog wrap his paws around his rock hard erection. His hot breath huffed into Roger's face as he stood with his eyes clenched shut and his claws stabbing into the muscles of Roger's back. His tongue hanging lazily out of his maw, with slobber dripped down from the tip every few seconds, Roger looked up at Kevin and then lowered himself down to face the cat's quivering member. He watched his paw caress the pink skin of Kevin's dick, starting from the tip and going all the way down to where it met with his sheath. With his other paw, Roger gripped at the base of Kevin's sheath, adding pressure to his already threatening to blow erection.

Kevin's breaths were ragged as he looked down at the dog that had his paws on him. He had never had another guy touch him like this before, and for some reason, the taboo factor made it all the better. His claws scratched his wet chest as he watched the dog toy with all nine inches of his fully engorged cock. Roger's strong face looked up at Kevin, his lips parting ever so slowly as his maw neared Kevin's pre dripping dick. Kevin bit his bottom lip as he imagined what it would be like to fuck the face of such a beautiful, strong furr such as Roger. To run his cock down the male's throat and explode his steaming load in his mouth, would it feel even better than it did when he did it to a woman? Would he take him in to the hilt, would he drink his cum? As the thoughts filled his mind, and as Roger's lips parted more and more, letting his hot breath wash over Kevin's pulsing cock, Kevin stabbed his claws into his chest.

Roger's grip on the cat's dick tightened as his face was close enough to touch it. His eyes stayed looked at Kevin, watching his face twist in suspense as he held his cock millimeters away from his lips. He himself was just as excited as Kevin was. He wanted to stuff himself with the young cat's length so badly that his tail twitched. With a flex of Kevin's dick, Roger let his tongue slip out from his open maw to lick the tip. Just enough to wipe off the pre that had spilled out of the cat's slit, Roger brought his tongue back and reeled in the taste of both Kevin's cock and his cum. Seeing how Kevin furrowed his brow and moved his paw to pinch at one of his nipple, Roger lost to will to keep the game going. All at once, he slammed his muzzle onto Kevin's cock and began sucking the very life out of it.

Being taken aback by the abrupt action, Kevin wrinkled his forehead even more and bit down on his lip harder, breaking more skin as his fangs easily pierced the thin skin of his bottom lip. His fingers pinched harder at his erect nipple, pulling and twisting it as he felt the dog bob back and forth on his erection. Roger closed his eyes as he was lost in the moment, filling his throat as he took Kevin's cock down to the hilt with each suck. Slurping sounds were made as Roger brought his head back and then submerged the entire length once again.

Kevin thrust his hips each time Roger bought his face back down on him, pushing his cock farther down the accepting throat each time. Roger growled against the cock in him mouth, the vibrations tickling the tender tip of the cat's prick. The feeling was too much, with a few more sucks Kevin was due to erupt. He couldn't let it end, not yet. So, taking his paw, he pushed Roger off his cock with a grunt, wishing it could have lasted a bit longer or that he would have let himself cum inside the cop's mouth.

Roger stood up and licked at Kevin's muzzle, knowing why he had been pulled off. Kevin opened his lips as they shared another crushing kiss. For the first time, Kevin could taste his own cum on the tongue of another man. Kevin took control as he eased Roger backwards, pushing him over to his bed. Roger sat down at the edge of the bed once it touched the back of his legs. His eyes watched Kevin as he pulled down his pants and kicked them and his shoes over to where his shirt was and then unwrap his injured arm. "It'll be fine..." was all Kevin could muster up before pressing his lips against Roger's once more.

He pushed the muscular German Shepard cop down on his back, hovering over him for a second while they continued to kiss. Roger's paws ran over Kevin's back as Kevin's paws ran over the front of his shirt, his claws begging to rip through more of the fabric. As their tongues continued to entwine, Kevin brought his claws over one of Roger's covered nipples, and gently, he had his claws pierce his shirt and rip it open. More gashes were made as Kevin's claws ripped like that had a mind of their own. Once they were done, Roger looked like he had just returned from turning into some werewolf, pieces of the shirts hanging off and some missing all together.

Now being able to see the canine's chest and abs, and the thick, light brown fur that covered Roger's body, Kevin bent down to lick at him. His rougher, feline tongue scraping at the dog's fur, and then his teeth biting down on one of his nipples, caused Roger to throw his head back as he had the same torture he had given being returned to him. Kevin, however, couldn't take the time Roger had to tease the elder fur out of sanity. Instead, he let a paw fall down to the throbbing mound at the front of his jeans. His claws scratched lightly over the bulge, and then his paw grabbed it hungrily, all while his rough tongue continued to lick at one of Roger's nipples.

Roger's legs shuffled across the bed as he felt Kevin kneading his aching cock through his jeans. His arms reached over his head and his paws gripped at the edge of the bed as he felt his dick throb inside its bindings. Kevin lifted his body into an upright position, straddling Roger's thighs as his paws played with the belt that held his pants on tighter. Roger looked up at the cat, his teeth exposed as he waited for him to touch him again, hoping it would be soon.

Kevin wrapped his fingers around the buckle of the belt and worked it open, then unbuttoning his jeans once the belt was out of the way. Kevin drooled at the sight of the dog, with his muscles showing through the rips in his shirt, that waited for him to make the next move. Curiously, Kevin looked at the gun that was clipped onto the side of Roger's pants. A paw rubbing at it, he purred as he tried to tease the cop to the best of his abilities. Roger's cock leapt as he watched Kevin touch his gun, something about having the cougar placing his fingers on the cold metal bringing more blood into his crotch.

"Take my gun out, kitty..." Roger barked as he watched the cat snap open the gun's holster. Kevin felt his blood rage through his veins upon hearing the cop's voice, the lust of the moment clouding his mind to a degree that he had never felt before. Kevin pulled the shiny, black handgun out and held in his hand, feeling the weight of his pull his hand down slightly. Kevin watched as Roger writhed beneath him, apparently loving the sight of him playing with his weapon. Taking the gun up to his muzzle, Kevin let his rough tongue scratch across the col metal, hearing a deep rumbling coming from deep inside Roger, who watched his every move a strong intensity.

Purring, Kevin placed the gun to the side as he moved a paw back to Roger's bulge. Messaging the meat some more, Kevin got off of Roger's legs and went to his knees on the side of the bed, his fingers grabbing at Roger's pants and pulling them down. Lifting his hips to aid in his stripping, Roger let his head fall back as he waited for the cat to take him in his mouth.

With Roger's pants now down to his ankles and his legs spread as far as his pants would permit, Kevin could finally see the German Shepard's cock in all its glory. Pink flesh gushed out of a thick sheath as Roger stood 10 inches long, and with a thickness that Kevin's cock didn't have, Roger had a gun that was perfect for a cop with his looks. Roger looked at Kevin with a cocky grin spread across his muzzle. Kevin was stunned at the sight. Never before being so close to a cock that wasn't his own, Kevin quickly felt his sexual preferences change. One of his paws reached for the pulsating mass, moving slowly as he watched Roger's eyes.

Roger watched the curiosity in Kevin's eyes sparkle, and edging him on, he flexed his dick, making it jump in front of the hungry feline. Seeing Roger's member jolt cause the cat to pounce, his paw wrapping hastily around the hot, heavy meat and beginning to pump. Roger groaned at the tight grip Kevin placed on him. His eyes watched the cougar as he played and as he got closer, nearing his lips to the dripping head. Kevin's grip eased around Roger's shaft and then squeezed again around his knot, holding the cock still as he took his first taste.

Roger's grip on the edge of the bed increased as he felt the shy tongue explore his length. Kevin huffed out a breath as he tasted the smooth, pink skin. It wasn't what he expected, not knowing what exactly he had expected in the first place, but he was surprised by how quickly he took the flavor. Losing his insecurities, Kevin eased the length into his muzzle. Hearing Roger moan and groan as he blew him caused Kevin's own swollen prick to pulsate. Pulling at himself as he took to cop in and out of his mouth, Kevin purred with heat. Roger managed to kick his shoes off, and once he did he wiggled his pants from around his ankles so that he could spread his legs farther.

Kevin placed his paws on the inside of Roger's thighs, scratching the tender area as he pushed the male's legs farther apart. Still suckling at the end of Roger's dick as more and more pre gushed out, Kevin brought a paw down to rub a few fingers against the quivering furr's tailhole. Spreading his legs even farther to open himself more, Roger moaned as Kevin poked at his hole, threatening to push inside even without getting his fingers wet. The very action made Roger want to cry with want.

"...Do it..." Roger sighed as Kevin continued to prod him. Kevin let the thick meat slip from his maw as he brought two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet, and then placing them again at Roger's tailhole. Spreading the wetness around, Kevin took Roger's leaking doghood into his mouth as he pressed his fingers past the tight ring of muscles. Roger's legs spread wider as he felt Kevin push his fingers inside, his muscles tightening around the cat as he went in deeper. Kevin watched Roger squirm, his head thrown back as he gyrated his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Kevin's mouth and his ass farther down Kevin's fingers.

Kevin pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, and then pulled them out, following a pattern as Roger's muscles loosened around the intruding digits. Once his fingers slipped in and out of Roger with ease, Kevin let his meat fall from his lips again as he lowered his muzzle down to his fingers that were busy fucking the horny police dog. Roger looked down at Kevin as he stuck his tongue out, licking up his fingers before sticking them back in, and then licking around Roger's tailhole as his fingers were once again buried.

Roger threw his head back another time as he brought his paws down to pinch his nipples. "Got any lube, Mr. Cop?" Kevin asked as he shoved his fingers deep into Roger, waiting for the question to make sense to the dazed canine. "In dresser.... top.... middle drawer..." Roger whimpered deeply as the fingers inside his split apart, forcing his muscles to stretch. Once they were pulled out, Roger took his own fingers and impaled himself, pawing off until Kevin returned with the lube.

Enjoying the control he had over the buff German Shepard, Kevin walked to the dresser to in a showy stride, his full cock bouncing in the air as he moved. As he reached the large piece of wooden furniture, and pulled open the right drawer, Kevin noticed a few pictures placed face down of the top of the dresser. Ignoring them, he grabbed the bottle out of the drawer and made his way back over to his eager and waiting lover. He stood over the bed for a moment, his paws on his hips as he watched Roger finger himself and paw off. Roger's eyes looked at Kevin, glazed over with lust, and silently begging for the cat to get closer.

Finally, and having to push hard to form the words in his cluttered brain, Roger spoke to the cat that taunted him. "Are you going to fuck me, boy?!" Kevin smiled at the forceful comment that Roger had given, and opening the bottle of lube, he squeezed a healthy amount into the palm of his paw, and rubbed it over the length of his hard erection. Roger continued to paw himself as he slowly pulled his moist fingers out from his tailhole, spreading open his hole with his fingers instead. Kevin got onto the bed, his weight causing the springs inside the mattress to shift to accommodate the new body. He lifted Roger's legs up to where they wrapped around his waist as he scooted closer to the hole that Roger held open for him.

Licking his lips as he held his cock in his hand, Kevin pressed his tip into Roger, hearing the dog moan as he moved his fingers and stopped his strokes on himself. Kevin took a deep breath as he pushed in slowly, feeling each inch of his dick become enveloped in the wet heat of the other male. The musk coming off of Roger, as Kevin pressed all of his nine inches inside of him, radiated off of him with a stronger scent than before.

Kevin took the scent in deep and let out a heavy breath as he felt Roger's muscles clench at his cock. He never would have imagined the 'tough guy' cop to be the kind of guy that liked being on the bottom, but Kevin didn't mind as he looked down at the light brown dog, with patches of black and white fur spread over his body. Pulling back, Kevin looked down at himself as he slid out, and then once he felt he was far enough, he pushed back in, not feeling the need to go slow. Roger groaned and moaned and sighed as Kevin rocked his hips, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into his body.

Leaning forward, and placing his paws on the bed beside Roger, Kevin placed his muzzle down to the cop's. As they kissed, Kevin hurried his speed, pulling and slamming his hardness in and out of Roger like a pro. Roger brought his paw between their bodies and began to pull on himself again, increasing his pleasure tenfold. His breathes growing heavier, and his body growing numb with heat, Kevin pulled his face away from Roger's as he dug his claws into the sheets of the bed. Roger watched as Kevin's fur spiked temporarily as he shot his load deep into his body. Kevin's muscles tense as the orgasm racked his body, he couldn't help but slam inside of Roger one last time as he blew the last of his seed.

Roger removed his paw from himself as he let the cat ride out his climax. Kevin slipped his spent member out from Roger's ass, hissing as the cold air of the room covered his wet prick. Roger's face flushed as he felt the tired cat grab his massive cock once again. Kevin, not wanting to stop until he had Roger's load in his mouth, ran his paw up and down the erect length of the cop. Roger gripped at the bed sheets as he felt the cat take him in his mouth once again, a paw squeezing at his knot that he couldn't manage to swallow.

Kevin heard the moans come from Roger once again, and trying to bring out more, he took two fingers and shoved them back up his rear. Roger almost yelped as he felt the fingers reenter his ass, and then push up against his prostate. In pure bliss, Roger gyrated his hips once again, bucking into Kevin's mouth. Kevin pulled his finger back out, and then adding a third, shoved them back in. Roger growled deeply as he felt his ass being spread and fingered, and finally he gave one final thrust as he let out his seed into Kevin's mouth. Kevin, new to the feeling, was shocked when the warm liquid gushed down his throat and filled his mouth. After getting over the stunning feeling of the cum flooding his mouth, however, Kevin happily swallowed the German Shepard's load, even trying to suck more after it was all gone.

Licking his lips and pulling his fingers out of the heaving dog, Kevin crawled farther onto the bed before collapsing next to Roger, panting. Rolling over, Roger wrapped an arm around Kevin as he fell asleep.

Kevin woke up sometime later, and looking at the clock in the corner of Roger's room, the time was nearly midnight. He wasn't sure when they arrived, but he knew it was still during the day, so he had defiantly been out for a few hours. He shivered lightly as he noticed he fell asleep without the covers over his body. Grabbing a paw full of blanket, Kevin began to cover himself and Roger, but stopped as he noticed the pictures that were still face down on the dresser. Kevin let go of the blanket as he eased he way off of the bed, making sure not to wake up Roger.

His paws crossed the ground softly as he reached the dresser, and picking the nearest picture, he turned it over. In his hand was the picture of a young German Shepard boy, possibly Roger's nephew... or son. Growing more curious, Kevin put down the one picture and picked up another. He looked, worried, at the picture of Roger sitting down at a table, with the younger boy and a German Shepard woman standing on his sides. They were all smiling and a birthday cake burned in front of Roger, and a sign in the background read 'Happy 31st Birthday!' in big, bold letters.

Kevin feared for the worst, that Roger had a son and was married. He now knew that the cop was indeed older, being at least 31, but Kevin wasn't sure if his suspicions about the dog's marital life were true. Looking back at the cop, making sure he was still out, he put the picture back down and began to shuffle through some of his dresser drawers, for perhaps another picture or anything else that would help shed some light.

He opened each drawer as quietly as he could, his eyes glued to the sleeping dog as his paws searched through clothes for anything hiding inside. The first few drawers had nothing special, some undershirts and boxers, and in the underwear drawer Kevin stumbled upon a few black, leather jockstraps. The odd clothing pulling his mind away from the problem at hand, he laughed to himself, knowing now that cops had secret lives all to themselves.

As he moved on, and looked through more drawers, he didn't find anything else unusual, or at least mildly funny. However, as he reached the last drawer on the bottom row, he opened it and searched throughly, feeling a piece of paper in the very back. Taking a deep breath, Kevin pulled the small square out and held it up to his eyes. His heart sank as he saw Roger standing in a tuxedo with his paws in the paws of the woman from the previous picture, only she was in a wedding dress. The realization that Kevin was nothing more than a quick fix for the cop hit on him hard, causing him to stay kneeling on the floor, looking off into space. Roger was married, and he had a kid to top it off... Kevin's mind kept repeating the same things over and over.

Kevin dropped the picture as he turned around and looked at the sleeping dog, who's ear twitched and tail wagged slowly as if he were having a good dream. A grin spread across Kevin's muzzle as he walked over to Roger, standing over his head as he looked down at the gorgeous, furry male. Kevin bent down and placed a kiss on the end of Roger's nose, and then stood back up. His eyes caught sight of Roger's gun still sitting next to him on the bed. Losing touch, Kevin reached for the hard metal and grabbed it in his paw.

Kevin watched Roger sleep for a moment as he held the gun close to his chest, contemplating his next move. "I can't believe... I actually started to like you, big guy..." Kevin said under his breath, his eyes growing heavy as he pointed the gun towards the sleeping cop. "And... I wish I could finish this... but... I'm not going to ruin your son's life just because... his daddy is a swine." Kevin lowered the gun as he let out a weak sniff. Then, as he placed the gun gently next to Roger's head, he looked him over once again.

After Kevin made his way around to the other side of the bed and gathered his things, he left the room without a sound. He dressed in the hallway before exiting Roger's apartment and making his way on paw to his own apartment a few miles away. He wasn't going to be a whore for anyone, not even for someone like Roger.

Author's Note

Ok, so that was the first chapter. I hope to high heaven you guys liked it, and if I get enough encouraging responses, I'll make the second chapter. I've got to work my brain around how to work out that weird series thing on here, I swear, I feel I should be older than I am the way how I'm dumb with computers. So, until then... adios.

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