A wanted man
A wanted man
The streets of Palpiateen were busy with traffic, people driving into work, some going home or heading out to meet up with friends. Trucks, taxis, and other vehicles filled the streets of this big city. Towering office buildings lined the main streets. On the sidewalks, anthro dragons, wolves, horses, foxes and many others roamed around on their way. The weather was beautiful, clear blue sky and a shinning sun. A normal day for the furries, but for the humans it was another day to just survive.
Earth was no longer dominated by man, now furries ruled the world. The humans did fight back and they gave the furries hell, but they were eventually defeated. Those not killed in the fighting were either put in prison or rounded up to be sold as pets but more often as sex slaves. Laws were put in place that made it required that any human must be accompanied by his or her owner. Also any human walking around in public without an owner present must be wearing a collar with identification tags. Those without would be sent off to the slave market.
As most weekdays go, traffic was heavy and barely moving. For a cream colored dragon named Keith, it was another day in his cab. Keith was a young dragon, only 22 years old and very sexy. He had a well sculpted body and powerful muscles. Keith would look at himself in the mirror and lick his lips at his reflection. He was a prime example of a stud and loved to show off his thick dragon cock to any willing female that happened to get into his cab.
Today he was driving a very wealthy business owner today; a very fine looking husky dressed in a full business suit. Keith looked at his meter and smiled, he was making a killing in the morning rush hour. He had his window rolled down and smiled at a car full of girls that were sitting next to his cab in traffic.
As was required by law, Keith's cab had a CB radio in it. He never listened to it as the cops were often chattering on it about boring things. Nothing really interesting happened in the city anymore and once in a blue moon something worth listening to would pop up but more often than not it would be some cop calling in a traffic stop. However, Keith decided to entertain himself and turned it on. He adjusted the volume and switched to the frequency the police used.
"Attention all units, we have reports of a wanted suspect heading southbound, is anyone available?"
"67 dispatch I'm in the area do you have any details of the suspect?"
"Suspect wearing a white shirt and blue jeans."
"I'm on that call.....DISPATCH, HE JUST JUMPED OVER THE HOOD OF MY CRUISER! CODE 3!"
"Roger that 67. Attention all units, we have a pursuit in progress, southbound. All other units expected to clear and head up this chase."
"DISPATCH, HE'S RUNNING ON FOOT, I NEED BACK UP NOW!"
"Sounds like the police have some excitement today," said the husky.
Keith looked back and nodded.
"I usually don't drop in on the cops but I'm really glad I did today. I wonder who is giving them so much trouble. Usually I hear cops call in traffic stops, but this is a change."
Keith focused on the traffic ahead which was just crawling along. He only moved ten feet in fifteen minutes and had his bumper right up against the car in front of him. As he sat there listening to the radio chatter, his sensitive ears detected something else. He focused on the sound and recognized it as the sound of sirens in the distance. He figured it must be the cops chasing who ever it was some distance behind them. He leaned his head out the window just in time to see a human jump onto his cab and slide down the hood.
"Well you don't see that everyday."
James was minding his own business in the mall, browsing the stores and sampling the free samples from time to time. He was 5' 2" and only 16 years old. When the change swept through his parents were transformed into two incredibly sexy foxes but somehow James remained human. Even after his parents changed into foxes they still loved their human son just like they had before the change. However, that all changed one day when the other half of the change set in. His parents became dominant and harsh. When the up rising began James joined the resistance and fought against the new government that had come into power. This choice put him on the most wanted list as did it with all the others who chose to resist. However when the rebels were defeated and sent off to be sold as pets and sex slaves, James escaped. Now he lived a life always on the run.
James roamed through the mall almost carefree; however, he was aware that he had to be careful. He knew that at any moment as he walked around someone, a mother, a security guard or shop owner would notice that he was without a collar or owner. But the chance at getting something to better his survival was worth the gamble.
He walked into a bookstore and headed for the survival section. He had cased the store on previous scouting trips and knew exactly where to go. He had to make his visit quick; if he stayed too long, someone would probably recognize him and call security.
James quickly found the book he was looking for, a thick survivors guide for the wilderness and woodsman. The book was 1,000 pages long and covered everything from shelter building, to food to outdoor medicine. He pulled it off the shelf before headed for a reading area. He located a secluded on towards the back and to his luck, right by a door that led to the outside.
He sat down in the chair and began to read as much as he could. The story was busy and that meant he had a short time to learn as much as he could in the time he had. He began with chapter one: surviving in the woods. The chapter talked about which plants to eat and which ones to avoid.
James moved through chapter after chapter until the very end, and then read it all over again to make sure he did not miss a single detail. Surviving was not only of the fittest, but also the smartest. However, things were about to get hairy fast.
In the store a mother and cub were shopping. The mother fox dressed in loose fitting pants and top browsed the children's selections. Her little bundle of joy skipped down the isles looking for a book. She had promised to read him any book of his choice before buying it for him. It wasn't long before he found what he wanted. He stopped and pointed.
"Mommy, read me that one," cried a little fox.
The mother smiled at her son, those big happy eyes and his smile always worked on her. She pulled the book off the shelf and led her son to the back of the store, in her hand a book titled, "The three little pigs". Her son was skipping happily in her wake and with the biggest smile on his face. He loved it when she read to him.
However, when she approached the reading corner she saw someone in the only chair. As they drew closer, she knew who it was sitting there. She stooped down and scooped her son up then screamed at the top of her lungs, "SECURITY!"
James had just finished reading the 1,000 page book twice when he heard the ear splitting shriek. He looked up and saw a mother vixen holding her young in her arms. Her eyes were full of panic and terror, the little cub crying, obviously confused and upset. As the vixen continued to scream James noticed other patrons running to them, essentially cutting off one of his possible escape routes.
Time seemed to slow down and the adrenalin started to course through his veins. Then suddenly he caught sight of a security guard rushing in. James let the 10 lbs. book fall to the floor with a thud as he stood up.
"Oh crap!" James exclaimed.
He immediately bolted from the chair to the back door and dashed out of sight. He busted through the other side, knocking a dragon down carrying heavy boxes. The dragon fell to the concrete floor, his load crashing down and spilling all over the place. But James didn't stop to say sorry, he kept on running trying to put some distance behind him leaving a now pissed off dragon.
"HEY WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GO....ITS HIM, CALL THE COPS!"
James knew he was in trouble when he heard the dragon yell out and ran as fast as he could down the ally that spilled out onto the street. He tore around the corner and down the empty sidewalk. But as he approached another ally, he saw the front of a police car emerge. It was too late for James to turn around so he jumped over the hood, tucking his head and rolling as he landed on the other side then continues running. He heard the cop shout something but didn't stop listen to it. He then heard the sound of the cop pealing around the corner and turn on his siren. The chase was on, and James pushed himself harder. He looked back to see a male German Shepard driving.
"Great, just great! As if I don't have enough trouble as it is!"
James ran harder than he ever had, jumping over garbage cans, swinging from fire escapes and tearing around corners like a mad man. The squad car kept pace with all the way, while the German Shepard wailed on the radio.
Ron was a police officer of the Palpiateen police department. The German Shepard was one of the department's fittest officers. He was very muscular and for good reasons, he had been the one who took down some of the city's toughest "free ranging" humans. He was also a very sexy officer too. His six pack abs made him a hot item for the females on the force. Ron loved the attention but he made a point of doing his job to the best he could regardless of who was laying on his desk waiting for him back at the station.
Ron was staking out an ally where street racers often ran by when he got the call that morning.
"Attention all units, we have reports of a wanted suspect heading southbound, is anyone available?"
Ron grabbed the microphone to his radio and squeezed it.
"67 dispatch I'm in the area do you have any details of the suspect?"
"Suspect wearing a white shirt and blue jeans."
"I'm on that call....."
Then out of the blue, James leaps over the front of his car as he was pulling out of the ally. The sudden surprise made him slam on the breaks. He was about to chew the person out when he started to take note of what the stranger was wearing and the description dispatch had given him. In a split second Ron made the connection and swung into action.
"DISPATCH, HE JUST JUMPED OVER THE HOOD OF MY CRUISER! CODE 3!"
Ron took off after him in his car, lights and siren blaring.
"DISPATCH, HE'S RUNNING ON FOOT, I NEED BACK UP NOW!"
He followed James out onto the main roads which were jammed with rush hour traffic. All Ron could do was watch as James hopped over cars and slowly disappears.
"Dispatch, he has escaped through the grid lock on Michigan Avenue. I need a quadrant set up ASAP."
James ran down the street and hopped over cars, leaving the cop behind. However, even as he lost one cop he knew had had to avoid being spotted. Not an easy task when the whole city is looking for you.
James ran down alleys, hoping to avoid drawing too much unwanted attention. Despite his best efforts however, he could not stay hidden for long. As he was crossing into another ally a cop, this time a T-Rex, spotted him. James took one look at him and knew there was no way he was going to be able to fight him off. The uniform the cop was wearing did little to hide his muscle-packed body. Not only that, but the claws appeared to be sharp enough to slice through steel. It only too a second for James to make up his mind, simply run. Quicker than a cheetah, he changed course and ran down the alley way.
"Dispatch, I spotted the suspect. He is running in the alleys request back up."
James did not hear the cop as he was too busy running. He emerged from the ally to see that he had come upon the beach. A nightmare for a fugitive, but he had to run across it. James ran out onto the soft sand. His speed was cut in half as he sprinted. He jumped over people sunbathing and dodging those who took a shot at him.
However, in his desperate run for freedom, James tripped and fell on to a muscular orca named Keiko who, had come to the beach and enjoy his day off work.
James fell onto the Keiko's back, causing him to gasp and quickly flip over to see who it was. James instinctively threw sand at the orca's face to stun him. This caused Keiko let out a wale of shock and anger.
"GAHH! YOU LITTLE PRICK!"
James's eyes went wide as he saw Keiko stand up, the massive form of muscle and flesh poised to destroy him. James scrambled to his feet and took off, the orca chased after him. Keiko was faster than James was and quickly caught up to him. With a hard swipe with his tail, Keiko knocked James off his feet. James tucked and rolled as he fell then sprung up before running again. He sprinted across the beach towards the parking lot. He singled out a convertible and jumped into the driver's seat. He looked down to see the keys still in the ignition.
James turned the key and the engine roared to life. He threw the vehicle into reverse and backed out of the space in a cloud of white smoke, tires squealing. He spun the car around and then threw the car into drive and stomped on the accelerator. The engine let out an angry roar as it applied its horsepower to the rear wheels. The tires smoked again as James rocked onto the street, several other cars swerved to avoid being hit.
Meanwhile on the beach, Keiko watched as his assailant sped away. His fists were held tight in anger. Sand still stuck to his face and around his eyes. His chest heaved as he breathed; he was mad and wanted nothing more than to hunt the punk down. At that moment, an officer approached him.
"Are you alright Keiko?"
Keiko looked at the officer and gave him a look of intense anger.
"I've got sand in my eyes and they hurt like hell. I WANT THAT BITCH'S HEAD ON MY WALL!"
"We'll catch him Keiko. We always catch runaways."
James dumped the car he took in a vacant lot on the east side of the city. He jumped out and ran away from the vehicle like it would explode any minute. He ducked into the shadows between two apartment buildings to wait for a few moments to be sure it was safe. Everything was quiet, very quiet. There were no screams of terror or any thing that would suggest that someone had spotted him. He crept along down the ally, listening carefully. As he approached the end, James put his back to the wall and crept to the edge. He looked around, checking to see if it was safe to come out.
The ally he was in emptied out on to a service drive that led to a small sub station. The sun was partly blocked by the surrounding buildings, casting shadows onto the pavement. After checking his surroundings, he crept out of the ally and onto the service drive. Then suddenly he heard what sounded like footsteps behind him. James spun around, expecting to see a law enforcement officer or an under cover cop with their gun drawn. As he spun around he saw four grey wolves, somewhere around 20 years old, dressed in black and red, black tops with black shorts. They grinned at James and came closer, their gate having a very intimidating look. As they came closer they spread out, as if to create a walking wall.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here girls, a real live human."
The other three laughed as they drew closer.
"Oh look he doesn't have a collar on or have an owner near by, Marie," the smaller wolf said to what James assumed must be the leader of the group.
"You're right Lisa, he is unclaimed and we all know that it is a crime for a human to be unclaimed. We should really do the city a favor and take care of this dangerous criminal," Marie replied.
"Shylin what do you suggest we 'handle this human'?" Lisa asked.
"I think we should first make him hand over his money then 'inspect' him." Shylin replied, licking her lips.
"I like that idea Shylin," Marie said. "You, Lisa and Jasmine hold him still while I inspect his person. Who knows maybe he will enjoy it and give us a yummy treat."
James began to panic a little. He had heard from rumors what had happened to some unclaimed humans that had been ambushed by some of the gangs. Some were robbed, other raped. The lucky ones were taken as the gang's whore. However, this gang seemed to want to do multiple things to him. He backed away slowly as they came closer. Once the wolves exited the ally, they spread out more and began to surround him. James quickly analyzed the situation and began to panic even further. He knew he had seconds to make an escape before they trapped him. He looked around for any possible escape route as there was no way he would be able to slip past them and he couldn't stay where he was. He looked behind and saw a fire escape ladder that he guest was low enough for him to jump to and climb up. Quickly, James ran to it and jumped, grabbing onto the ladder and hauled himself up. He looked down to see the gang looking at him with a smile on their faces. The smile unnerved him. It was as if they knew something he didn't and it was making him uncomfortable.
He scrambled up the ladder and onto the roof. He looked down to see if they were following him only to find they had vanished. James felt that something was very wrong. He walked over to a door that accessed the roof and as he was about to reach for the handle, it flung open and there stood the four of them. In a split second, they pulled James into the stairwell and threw him down. James tumbled down and came to rest on a landing. His body ached from the fall and protested when he tried to get up. He heard footsteps coming closer and panicked. Ignoring the intense pain, James sprung up and dashed down the stairs. The grey gang followed him as they descended the stairs to the building's lobby. James burst out of the front door, knocking over a few furs in the process.
The grey gang chased after James through the door and out into the parking lot then lost sight of him. The leader had a smile on her face. She never had this much fun before and was enjoying it.
"Okay girls, let's smell him out."
Using their powerful noses, they sniffed the air for James's scent. They followed one distinct scent towards a red Chevy Chevelle SS. James was in the driver's seat franticly trying to turn the ignition over. He turned the key and pumped the gas, trying to get the engine to turn over. Finally the 454 horsepower engine roared to life frightening the wolves who were not expecting it. James smiled to himself as he looked out the window to see all four of them standing 100 feet from him. He backed the car out of the parking spot and floored it towards the exit in a cloud of white smoke, bits of rubber pelting the four girls as he sped away.
James pealed out of the parking lot like a mad man. The car's tires squealed as they struggled to hold the road. Once the vehicle was under control, James sped down the street at 55 mph. However, it wasn't long until the police found out about his new ride.
At that moment, John Porter, a German Shepard he was out on patrol in the department's newest vehicle, the Dodge charger. John was a fifteen year veteran of the Palpiateen police department and his body was living proof. His muscles were well formed; some of his co-workers envied him. John liked the attention he got when he flexed his arms or showed off his rock hard abs.
John was in a vacant parking lot looking for speeders to bust when his radio crackled. "Attention all units, we have received reports of a code 6 driver heading east at a high rate of speed." John picked up the radio's microphone.
"Do you have any details on that call, dispatch?"
"Vehicle is a red Chevelle."
John was about to reply when a car flew past him. His radar clocked it at 90 mph. John switched on his lights and chased after the vehicle.
"Dispatch I'm in pursuit of that possible code 6 driver, will update on status."
John quickly caught up to the vehicle and in a flash; he knew he had the guy. He sounded his siren and put a spotlight on the Chevelle. Then everything went white as the muscle car sped off. John chased after it.
"Dispatch I've spotted that code 6, he's running, code 3."
John followed James as he raced onto an empty stretch of road. John pulled up along side the Chevelle to make an attempt to get in front. Then his cruiser shook as James smashed into him.
"DISPATCH MVA, MVA HE JUST RAMMED MY CRUISER!"
John gripped the steering tightly and shook off the hit. Then he was rammed again as James tried to force him off the road.
"DISPATCH I NEED BACK UP NOW! 10-33, 10-33 I'M GOING TO LOOSE HIM!"
"My screen shows multiple units heading your way," dispatch replied.
John held onto the wheel with a death grip as James continued to hammer his cruiser. Then more patrol cars came behind him and proceeded to surround James. However, James spotted this and rammed the rear of the nearest police car, sending it spinning into a building. The cruiser crashed with a loud bang and pieces went flying.
"UNIT DOWN, UNIT DOWN," someone a call over the radio.
"Attention all units, watch commander has escalated chase to condition 3, condition 3," said dispatch.
John relentlessly followed James as he attempted to evade him. To let his prey know he meant business he tapped James's rear bumper jerking the car and called out over his cruiser's PA system.
"Give it up buddy you're gonna wreck! Give it up now!"
James shook off the bumper tap and worked the clutch and gear shift, trying to put some distance behind him and his pursuer. Up ahead, James spotted a busy intersection right in his path. He beat his horn as loud as he could as he barreled through, swerving around cross traffic without crashing. John wasn't far behind as he blared his electronic air horn.
The pursuit went all over the local roads, weaving in and out of traffic, both sides trying to gain the advantage but neither gaining any ground. James cranked on the steering wheel as he maneuvered the muscle car, trying to maintain control as it swerved wildly at the slightest turn. Then he noticed the cops getting into a formation. One came up right behind him as another came from behind that one and floored it, speeding along side. James spotted him and swerved, clipping the rear of the cruiser and sending it into a spin. No sooner had he done that when suddenly there was a hard impact with a loud bang and he started spinning as another cruiser clipped him from behind and sent him skidding.
"FUUUCK," James exclaimed.
Cranking the wheel hard desperately trying to regain control. The car spun around three times before it straightened out. James worked the clutch and shifted then jammed the accelerator to the floor, the tires squealing loudly. Desperate to get away, James took the on ramp to the freeway and allowed the car's powerful engine to take over.
"DISPATCH I NEED ALL AVAILABLE RHINOS ON THIS CALL!" John barked over the radio.
"Copy that Charley 12, Rhinos have details and are on route."
John ran behind James, following his every move. Then he saw a patrol car pull up along side the fleeing Chevy only to be rammed viciously in the right side rear.
"DISPATCH, 10-36, 10-36! SUSPECT JUST SIDE SWIPED MY VEHICLE!"
John watched as the patrol car spun around from one side to the other then slam into the concrete wall, the hood ripping apart and the front shattering into pieces, spraying the road surface with sharp shards of metal.
"DISPATCH WE NEED MORE BACK UP, HE JUST TOOK OUT A PATROL CAR!"
"Someone get ahead of him and try slowing him down!"
As they raced down the highway James took note that the road was void of any other traffic. Deciding to capitalize on this he stamped down on the clutch and shifted into a higher gear, accelerating to even greater speeds. However he began to notice that with the higher speeds the more the car seemed to want to skid when he turned the wheel. As he was calculating this a pack of cruisers began to catch up to him. In a split second one of them swerved to strike the rear quarter of his car. James jerked the wheel, dodging the attempt and down shifted to keep from going out of control.
As he slowed down some, another cruiser pulled out in front of him. James cranked the wheel left and right, trying to get around the cop but the officer matched him move for move. James widened his turns, turning longer in one direction then the other trying to throw the cop off. The jousting began to pay off as the cop's blocking became out of rhythm and an opening soon presented itself as the cop swung to the right to block as James turned to the left. When the cop spotted this he quickly swerved to cut him off but the two met. James's heavier car smacked the cop behind the rear tier and sent it skidding around the front off to the left into the concrete divider. The crash stunned John as he watched his fellow officer wreck.
"Alright, lets...ahh...lets fall back some. Make him feel like he's getting away." John said.
"Do not fall back, repeat do not fall back, stay on him until other wise John," someone replied.
"That's easy for you to say Joe; this guy is aggressively evading us."
John watched as another cruiser attempted to spin James out only to have its door smashed in by the Chevy.
"Dispatch we need a 10-59," John called out.
"Copy that. Detailing units now," dispatch replied.
"Attention to pursuit, we have blocked off the road ahead of your position."
James looked up ahead and saw a line of police cars blocking the road. Some were angled sideways while others were facing straight ahead. There was no way around it so he steeled himself to ram them. He punched the accelerator to the floor and raced towards them. Some of the cops pull out their side arms and opened fire. Bullets streaked through the air but not one touching James or his car. When the cops realized he wasn't stopping they dove out of the way of the impending impact, as James aimed at a gap half as wide in between two cruisers and slammed into them. The impact sent one of the light cars tumbling onto its side while shoving the other aside, tilting on to wheels before finally rolling onto its roof. James down shifted and revved the engine to gain some speed back before shifting up again, shaking off the crash.
"THE SUSPECT HAS BROKEN THROUGH THE ROAD BLOCK!" Joe called out as he watched James punch through.
James looked in his rear view mirror and saw the damage he had inflicted. A smile broke across his face as he continued to run. Soon more patrol cars joined the chase.
"Echo 12, I'm pulling up on your six."
"Great to see you Tony, think you can give us a hand?" John asked.
"I sure can," Tony replied.
John followed James through the wreckage, determined to stop him and take this troublesome human in. Then up ahead he saw two patrol SUVs coming at them and were aimed directly at James. John backed away and watched impending crash.
James saw the SUVs charging at him at full speed. He worked the wheel to swing the car around them but at the speed he was going the rear lost traction and started to swing around. Franticly James turned into the skid to regain control, his tires putting up a huge cloud of white smoke. He then saw as one of the on-coming SUVs follow him as his car began to drift to the left. Reacting, James cracked the wheel to the right and slowly the car began to respond.
His front tires billowing out larger clouds of smoke as the rubber skidded a crossed the pavement, screeching with a loud wale. Then James turned his head to the left and let out a gasp of shock as he saw the SUV only a foot away before slamming into him. Time seemed to slow down in that moment. He could head his heart beat very slowly as he also broke out in a cold sweat. When the two vehicles kissed, there was a soft ping at first then as the SUV's momentum was rapidly transferred to the James's car.
Soon the passenger side door caved in around the SUVs bumper, the glass shattering into thousands of shards. The muscle car was knocked back, lifting off the road as the SUV now began to push it. The greater weight of the cop SUV soon began to cause the car to roll in mid air as the collision played out. Then the driver's side tires touched the ground and the car, with its added momentum then rolled end over end, pieces flying everywhere. James held on for dear life as his car tumbled backwards down the road. Other squad cars that had been following swerved to the sides to avoid the out of control car. When the vehicle came to a stop, James got out unhurt and ran. Patrol cars swarmed around him, cutting off his escape. James jumped over the hood of one patrol car and was tackled by John.
"Got you bitch!"
He forcefully pulled James's arms behind his back and handcuffed him. Then the canine hoisted him up and pulled him into the back of his patrol car, slamming the door shut. James sat in the back of the patrol car and sighed, knowing he had just lost his freedom. As he sat there he tried to slip his hands out of the cuffs but they were on too tight. Then John got into the car and started towards the police station.
James looked out the window of the patrol car as the scenery passed by. His body was numb from the crash and from the shock that he had been caught. How was a furry able to catch him? It's just not possible. James hung his head in defeat as he began to wonder what was going to happen to him now. Was he going to jail, or maybe sold off to someone as a slave. Thoughts raced through his head and he began to weep.
John glanced back at James. He smiled when he saw the human weeping which meant his will was cracking. He licked his lips as he thought about all the things he could do to James once he got him back to the station.
John drove the patrol car into the police station and around to the back. He parked in a spot close to the back door. He got out and retrieved James who yelped in pain from John's bone-crushing grip. The German Shepard led James inside the station then into a small room. He removed the cuffs from James's wrists before roughly shoved him inside, causing the James to fall to the floor. John walked in and closed the door behind him and locking it.
James looked around the room; he noticed a large steel table with four chairs around it. There was a large mirror on the wall behind him, though he knew it was a one way window. The room itself was average size, but mostly it felt like a prison cell despite the rich lighting.
John approached James who was cowering on the floor. He reached out and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled up hard. James was harshly raised to his feet before the John who was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. He avoids eye contact as he senses the fur's eyes gaze over his body. He then felt John's paw stroke one of his ass cheeks. At that moment, he looks at the officer's face and was horrified to see a look of lust.
He struggles to break free of John's grasp but the canine was just too strong. John laughed as James struggled in his grasp, growling hotly as he sees fear in James's eyes.
"That's right my toy, be afraid. Be very afraid."
James's mind fixed itself on the word toy. What could this dog be saying? Was it a figure of his imagination or did this cop intend to fuck him? His answer came when he was roughly shoved down onto the cold table on his back. His arms were cuffed to hidden anchors on the corners then his clothing was stripped away, leaving him naked and exposed. He shivered as his bare skin touched the cold surface of the table.
James watched as the canine slowly pulled down his pants to reveal his natural 'gun'. Eight inches of rock hard canine meat throbbing with lust and oozing precum from its tip jutting out from between two pairs for muscular legs. The balls the canine had were massive, almost the size of tennis balls if not bigger. John wrapped his paw around his pride and stroked it slowly, his thumb rolling over the tip, spreading the precum all over his cock head. He came closer to James, watching his reaction with pride.
James crawled onto the table, inching himself away from the horny dog, but his restrains prevented him from crossing the table. Even more horrifying, the position he was in left his anus fully exposed.
"That's a good bitch, getting into position so I can fuck you like the bitch you are."
John was enjoying every moment of this. He pressed his body against James, fur on flesh. He humped slowly against James, rubbing his erection across his groin and stomach. The heat coming off the beast's cock was intense but also arousing as his cock began to respond and grow stiff under the contact with John's own shaft. James closed his eyes and half let himself go into the pleasure the canine was giving him, his own cock now dripping precum onto his belly. He could also feel some of John's precum drip all over his shaft and belly. Then in a flash, he felt that monster which had been pleasing him suddenly penetrate his virgin hole, ripping it open. James screamed and begged for the canine to stop but his words fell on deaf ears. John growled as he felt his member slide into a hot, tight hole. He pushed his entire length into the human, not caring how much pain he was inflicting.
John thrust his hips into the boy, then drew back to thrust again. He moaned and panted in lust. James squirmed under him, as his body was rocked with each powerful thrust. James kept his eyes shut in agony but his body was betraying him. His six inch human cock was pumping out more precum than ever before, almost coating his entire belly in the clear liquid. John was enjoying every moment his cock sunk deep inside his prisoner, his heavy balls smacking against the rump he was violating hard enough to produce an audible slap. His cock poured huge amounts of precum into the once a virgin ass, filling it up.
However, John's lust filled state of mind, he did not realize that the force of his thrusts had caused the latches on the table to fail and release. James took advantage and pushed the dog back, causing his cock to slip free. John was stunned and angered that his playtime had come to such a short end. James grabbed his clothes and within seconds was dressed on the table. Then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his escape, an air vent which was right above him. James plotted quickly how to escape and then acted.
"Come on dog, catch me. That is, if you can."
Being called a dog angered John to no end. He lunged at the human, who ducked to the side. John slammed onto the table with a mighty thud, stunning him for a few seconds as the impact had forced all the air out of his lungs. In that split second James grabbed John's night stick and knocked the grate covering the vent. No sooner had he done that when John came out of his stunned state and made a grab for him. James jumped out of the way of John's attempt before falling to the floor. He quickly stood up just as John came charging at him. James side stepped then whacked him behind the knee. John let out a call of pain as his leg gave out and the tumbled to the side. James capitalized on this by getting a hold of John's cuffs and stuffed them in his back pocket.
John by now was severely pissed off. This human was actually beating him! John exposed his teeth in rage and unsheathed his claws and charged at James who was in a fighting stance. John pulled one of his arms back and spread his paw out to claw James's face off.
James watched as John charged at him and caught sight of those long sharp claws and they protruded out. Time seemed to slow down as John came at him. He saw John's downward swing and moved in sync with him, pulling out the cuffs out and turning them so the open end was facing John's swinging arm. He leaned back matrix style as the clawed paw came swinging at his face and right into the cuff, locking around the canine's wrist. Then James, still holding onto the cuffs pulled on them hard throwing John off balance. The Shepard fell to the ground and James closes the other end around the table leg which was bolted to the floor. John pulled on the leg but it would not budge. James then climbed onto the table and crawled into the vent, scrambling to the top leaving John behind.
"Now all I have to do is get out of the station and I'll be free." James said to himself.
Crawling as quietly as he could through the vent, James searched for an exit. He was careful not to put all his weight in one spot just incase the vent he was in crossed through rooms where there wasn't any ceiling that covered it. He looked through the openings along the way for a shaft that drew in air from outside all the while listening for any sign that might suggest that the other officers were searching the building for him. However, all was quiet for the time being.
After what seemed like several hours he found what he was looking for. At first he could hear the sound of the wind from the outside coming from third shaft on the left in front of him. As he drew closer he could hear the sound of cars driving by. He turned to go into the shaft and up ahead he could see day light coming in through a grate. He quickly but carefully crawled over to it and found that as he went the air shaft was getting bigger. When he reached the grate the shaft was big enough for him to turn around in. Quickly he flipped onto his back and with a mighty kick dislodged the grate and emerged into the open. James scrambled out of the shaft, jumping down to the ground below and over the fence around the station.
He ran as far from the station as he could, going down allies and back streets. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and plan out his next move. He walked down an ally and found out that it spilt out into a parking lot. He walked through the lot, looking at all the different cars that were there. He quickly singled out one car in particular, a pink Dodge Charger SRT. He walked over and tried the door. To his amazement, it was unlocked. He dove in and closed the door. He then opened the glove compartment and found a spare key. He took the key and put it in the ignition then turned it. The engine roared to life and James was tempted to reeve the engine but decided to make a quiet exit.
He watched the rpm needle climb down before putting the car in reverse to back it out of its parking spot then shifted into drive and let the engines idle do the work of moving the car forward and out of the parking lot. Once he was out on surface streets, he pushed the accelerator and drove down the street.
Meanwhile back at the station John had finally broken free of the cuffs. He sat up and massaged his wrist to get the blood flowing again. Once feeling had returned to his hand he sat up and put his pants back on before unlocking the door. He ran into the chief's office to report what had happened.
The police chief was a husky by the name of Dakota Cerberus was about 6' 8" and with a muscular build. The 38 year old was the one who proposed to Congress the "Human servitude act" which degraded all the remaining humans to the status of sex slave or pet. Dakota was working on some paper work when John entered his office. He looked up at John and noticed that his uniform was roughed up and a telltale mark on the Shepard's wrist.
"I take it things got kinky with that inmate," Dakota said with a smile. "So tell me, how was he? Did he scream and beg for mercy?"
As Dakota asked these questions he could feel his nine inch cock stir inside his sheath.
"I hope you didn't wear him out too badly. I wouldn't mind getting a piece of his ass too." Dakota reached between his legs and massaged his sheath through the pants he was wearing.
"Oh yes he did scream and beg. His ass felt so good until he escaped," John said.
Dakota stopped fondling himself and looked John dead in the face, a serious look breaking out over the husky's face.
"John I hope you aren't playing games with me. Are you saying that a human was able to slip through your paw and get away?"
"Yes sir, he did do just that. I was raping his ass when I guess the clamps on the table broke."
Dakota blinked at what he just heard. He was both shocked and impressed, John must have been pounding James's ass pretty hard and rough enough for the restraints to break.
"Wow John, you must have gone to town on him pretty hard for that to happen."
"Yes sir I was. He escaped through the air shaft. If I had to guess he must have found one of the fresh air intakes and escaped through that."
Dakota sat there and thought for a moment and then grabbed the phone.
"Dispatch this is Chief Dakota Cerberus I need an APB for a 16 year old white human male by the name of James Rea. He is 6' 2" weight 180 lbs. He is an escapee unarmed but highly inelegant. Officers are authorized to use tasters on sight."
Within minutes of the call going out, squad cars fanned out through out the city in search of James. For hours they combed and questioned people if they had see James around only to get no leads from anyone. Then a call came in to from the city's stolen vehicle department that a pink Dodge Charger SRT had been stolen. Quickly a call went out to be on the lookout for the vehicle.
Tom Goldsmith was a young anthro wolf who had been with the Palpiateen police department for eight years. His police training had shaped him into a muscular wolf able to take down anyone who broke the law. Tom was on patrol that afternoon when the APB went out. He followed the same patrol route he drove every day which took him by the freeway. As he stopped at a light, he spotted a bright pink charger sitting across from him. When the light turned green and the car passed him he turned around to follow. He followed it for a few miles so he wouldn't spook the drives as he ran the license plate which came back stolen. Tom swung into action and got on the radio to call it in.
"Dispatch this is 55, I'm behind a stolen vehicle suspect. Attempting to do a traffic stop."
James was on high alert as he drove along. He had just crossed an intersection when suddenly he had a cop behind him with his lights on. James put the pedal to the metal and took off with the wolf in pursuit.
"Dispatch he's running, show me code 3."
James gripped the steering wheel tightly as he weaved in and out of traffic. He used the car's powerful engine to accelerate ahead as he swerved around cars and trucks like a crazed maniac. People honked and swore at him as he cut around them on the narrow roads as Tom stayed right on his tail.
"Dispatch I need some help out here."
"Copy that 55. Attention all units we have code 3 chase of a code 6 driver wanted for escape, evasion, reckless driving and assault on an officer. Vehicle is a blue Dodge Charger. All units on low priority call are ordered by watch commander to clear and head up the chase."
Tom trailed James as they drove through the city at high speeds. James was working the wheel hard, squeezing in between semis and cars. He sped onto the on ramp to the highway that ran through the city and began to pull away. Tom followed and shifted into high gear, his tires squealing as he gained speed.
"Suspect is on the highway heading southbound."
Just then five patrol cars entered the highway ahead of the chase, two of them ran ahead to move traffic out of the way while the other three slowed down to join the chase. James saw this and swerved to the right side, cutting off an 18 wheeler who honked at him angrily. The cops ahead spotted James's move and countered by moving over themselves. James responded by cutting across to the left and running up the shoulder. One cop swooped down and blocked him. James then rammed the back of the patrol car, crumpling the rear bumper and trunk.
"Dispatch he just rammed my car!"
Then John, who had been monitoring the chase, joined in and took up a position behind James. He moved up to give the rear bumper a little nudge and smiled as he saw James look in the rear view mirror.
"GUESS WHO BITCH!"
James was stunned to see John behind him and immediately knew that this chase wasn't going to be easy. Then he noticed the other three patrol cars closing in on him. Cranking the wheel to the left he tapped the rear quarter of the nearest patrol car and sent it skidding to the right, smashing into another patrol car.
"Ok we need traffic off the highway; someone is going to get hurt."
James maneuvered his car through traffic, skidding around trucks and cars as if they were standing still. He carried this out with such expert handling that not once did he touch any car. The cops were relentless, pursuing him as he swerved left and right. Then James noticed that traffic was getting off the highway up ahead. The police had all the lanes closed and were directing traffic up the off ramp. Looking ahead, James searched for a way around the gridlock and found one. The way the highway was blocked on both sides by down slopes. James moved over to the right and drove up onto the grass, his tires slipping some as they left the pavement. He drove up the side and headed right for the off ramp. In a stroke of incredible luck, a car broke down on the ramp and stopped traffic, allowing a gap to form. James took this and ran through, jumping off of the ramp and landing onto the highway again.
"Suspect made it around the road block, he is still mobile!"
James, for a moment, assumed he had lost the cops then felt his car give a violent jerk.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Looking in his mirror he saw a patrol car following him. The officer rammed him again, causing James to loose control for a moment.
"So you want to play rough do you?"
James waited until the officer came up beside him then side swiped the patrol car.
"Yeah take that and some more."
Again he rammed the patrol car, denting in the door and scratching the paint. He could see the officer barking into the radio to dispatch. James then slowed down and used the PIT maneuver on the officer, sending him into a spin and crashing into the concrete divider.
"See you later man," James said as he sped away.
No sooner had he dispatched of one of the cops chasing him, when six more appeared behind him.
"OH COME ON!"
Three of them pulled ahead and formed a "V" while the other three did the same behind. The two groups then began to close in on him. The group in front slowed down while the other sped up to close around James like a trap. James however caught onto this and at the critical point where the two groups were about to meet he smashed his way through, causing one car to loose its steering.
John, by now had gotten around the traffic jam and was on James's tail. He caught up with the group just as James punched through the diamond formation. He got on the radio and put in a call.
"Dispatch we need a 10-73 set up!"
"This is Echo 12, I've joined the pursuit."
James looked in his rear view mirror and saw a SUV chasing him. Panicking he put the hammer down and pushed his car harder. The two patrol cars kept pace, updating dispatch of James's every move. John moved up behind James to give him another bumper tap to let him know they were still there.
Up ahead of them a road block made out of patrol cars was lying in wait. Officers watched as the pursuit only 5 miles away came rushing towards them. James spotted this and took stock. He noticed that this time the road block was made of SUVs on the middle and patrol cars on the outside. He aimed his at the rear of a SUV and the front of a patrol car and raced towards it. James was so focused on hitting that spot that he failed to notice a heavy SUV charging at him until it was too late. The SUV clipped James on the right rear quarter on an angle, causing the charger's rear to skid to the right. James compensated but over corrected and sent himself into a skid to the right. His tires squealed and coughed up smoke then he looked and saw he was headed right for a patrol car. He slammed at an angle into the patrol car and rolled his car over it at 150 mph. The patrol car crumpled and caved in as James's car flipped over, landing on its side five yards away. James scrambled out of the car and took off running. A female officer was about to give chase when the totaled charger exploded, sending metal flying.
James ducted as he heard the explosion and the wiz of a piece of metal fly passed his head. He looked back and saw that no one was following him. Grinning, he ran up the embankment onto surface streets and disappeared down an ally.
(To be continued)