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Collar of the Wild 2 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha

Reflections of the city streets glistened off of the highly polished black and white paint of the police car as it rolled along. The lights were off, the siren was silent. The two officers were merely patrolling their beat. Even the computer screen on the dashboard was blank, devoid of any major robbery of any kind. The only notes to show up included the collections of various complaints that had been filed in the last week. Almost every one was focused on the blocks surrounding the clothing shop named 'Tough as Leather." Some of the complaints were noise related, others were about 'rif-raff' and general suspicions. All in all, a pretty ordinary day.

The police officer behind the wheel was calm and collected, his large hands holding the wheel steadily, his black uniform fitting him well. His gold badge glistened on his chest and his brown eyes gazed ahead through the windshield, combing the streets for any sign of a threat. Gavin was a by-the-books, respectful type. He had been given the gift of a sedate neighborhood, one here he never had to pull his gun on drug dealers or to aggressively fight people to the ground. He could have, quite easily given his strength, but he had always tried to fill his career with instances of kindness, understanding and tolerance.

Next to Gavin sat his partner Blake, a young man who was still a bit wet behind the ears when it came to the force. He had the idealistic thirst of someone fresh out of the academy wanting to pursue every thread of substance. Having such a sedate territory to patrol was hard on him at times. The sunlight casting through the car window caught the natural red tinge to his head, making it look brighter than it really was. Blake leaned back in the seat, trying to relax, but it just wasn't working. He leaned forward and started typing on the keyboard, bringing up the complaints about the shop again. He combed through them one by one, shaking his head.

"It's just cause; we could check it out." Blake said, breaking the silence. Gavin smirked.

"And what if something happens while we're following up complaints and rumors?" Gavin asked. Blake turned.

"Gav, when has anything interesting happened on this patrol? I'm ready to pull cats out of trees..." Blake said.

"That's firemen..." Gav replied simply.

"Not if we get there first." Blake grinned. Gav shook his head with a bit more of a smirk, silence falling through the car for a long moment before he let out a sigh.

"Alright Blake, compile the complaints." Gavin said. Blake grinned wide, selecting the various complaints, bringing them to the forefront of the screen for quick reference before he grabbed the radio. Gavin reached out one hand, "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Calling it in?" Blake asked in surprise.

"This is just busy work. I mean yes, sure, we'll be helping the public, but they won't let us live it down back at the station... They'd see it as a waste of taxpayer money or something." Gavin explained. Blake's brows quirked in confusion.

"Since when is helping the tax payer a waste of their money?" Blake asked in surprise.

"I know, that's why I agreed, let's just not bother anyone about it. We have our radios if they call after all..." Gavin said. Blake nodded gently, accepting the parameters of getting his way. The car continued rolling along, Blake keeping an eye on addresses before he pointed over at the curb. Gavin pulled up to the curb, slowing down as he stopped in a parking space. The police car was put into park and Blake all but sprung out of the door. Gavin opened his and stepped out, rising to his full height of six foot three. He was a bit of a tank, certainly not a bad feature to have in a police officer.

"So, what's the plan?" Blake asked.

"Why don't you check the shop itself, I'll talk to the neighbors over there, see if they have any input on the situation. Sound good?" Gavin asked.

"Sounds good." Blake said, giving a nod of his head. Gavin shut his door and turned, waiting for traffic to clear before he crossed the street to the nearest house. Blake turned, looking at the shop windows.

'Tough as Leather' seemed to be laid out like any other clothing store. The shop windows were full of mannequins dressed in every style of gear... There were bikers with thick leather jackets and pants and caps. There were cowboys with chaps and leather cowboy hats. There was a rather respectable belt stand in one window with all manner of straps and there was even a watch display showing rather nice watches with leather straps. Blake wandered along, gazing at the contents of the window, momentarily distracted from what had brought him there in the first place... at least until he got to the door.

The police officer reached out and grasped the handle, surprised a bit by the texture. While looking metal, the door handle felt more like stone that had retained the cool of the night. For the briefest of moments, Blake could have sworn he smelled moss clinging to the stone, but the sensation was gone. He eased the door open, eliciting a jangle of bells from inside before he stepped in, looking around. The inside of the shop was far more immense than he would have expected. It reached almost all the way to the back of the building with countless rows and displays of clothing of all types.

Blake wandered in, looking around, trying to find someone. Seeing no one, he wandered along one of the rows. He passed leather shorts, then leather pants, eventually arriving in a section with more belts. He reached out, touching some. They were all well crafted, soft as silk on one side and hard and tanned on the other. They even came in every color, ranging from darkest black to whitest white with every shade of every color in-between... but Blake's hand kept drifting to the black. At the end of the row he came to a display with several small leather rings... They were far too big for any finger, but too small to be a bracelet or an anklet... He lifted a black one up, looking at it carefully. The leather had been cut with a pattern, paw pads running around the length of the leather loop.

"It's a ring alright, but a very special sort." Came a voice from behind Blake. Blake nearly jumped out of his boots before he turned around, coming face to face with a middle aged man with an incredibly thick beard. Their eyes peered into one another for a split second.

"Oh, yes... I was hoping to talk to the manager." Blake said.

"I am the manager, Elius, what can I do for you?" the man asked.

"We've had some complaints in the neighborhood about noisy customers... Noisy vehicles, noisy people when they leave. I wanted to get your statement on the matter." Blake explained. Elius looked almost heartbroken.

"That's terrible... I've always strived to be a good neighbor... And our store hours don't disrupt the noise ordinance, but I'll certainly have to look into this. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable; that goes completely against my business ethic." Elius said.

"Which is what?" Blake asked, pulling out a pad of paper to write down notes, realizing he was still holding the leather cuff. He blushed before setting it down. Elius waited for him to be ready before continuing.

"I want to make everyone as comfortable as possible... That covers everything from helping them to find the clothing they were born to wear to cutting through the social morays of society... to being a good neighbor and making sure everyone around here is happy." Elius replied. He moved behind the counter, reaching over to turn the tape over that supplied the store with relaxing music. A gentle tune began to drift into the air, the sound of pan pipes. It was barely audible, but just loud enough to sink into Blake's mind. At once Blake started to relax, his mind starting to drift from its intended purpose.

"Clothes they were born to wear?" Blake asked curiously.

"Oh yes, like that cuff you had. It's a cock ring." Elius said. Blake coughed suddenly in surprise.

"C...Cock ring?" he asked.

"Oh yes, custom designed so that the fabric keeps the wearer at least half hard... all the time... if not harder than that. Brings out the animal in them." Elius said, "But I bet you have no problem with that already... I bet the women love a man in uniform... and so do the men... All that power strapped over your tight body." Elius said. Blake looked at his uniform a bit forlornly.

"Not as much as I would like..." he admitted. Elius let out a soft sound of sadness.

"Well, then it's good you came in here... How about we get you a custom fitting... You came in the nick of time; we wouldn't want you to miss out on your potential. Everyone should be throwing themselves at your feet." Elius said, pausing, "Well, not sure if you need that cuff. Looks like you're sporting a perfect package right there." He grinned. Blake looked down before blushing, noticing how distended the groin of his pants were... and how he always wanted his pants to be pushed out like that.

"Well, we're trained to keep an open mind. I don't want to discount any leads too soon." Blake muttered, reaching for the cuff. Elius grinned.

"Right this way." He said softly.

****

Blake stepped into the dressing room, closing the door behind him after laying down all his clothing options. With the pile of leather on the bench, he unbuttoned his uniform jacket before pulling it off slowly, sliding it onto a hanger before setting it onto a hook to get it out of the way. As Blake reached to unfasten his holster and his pants, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His muscles were sleek, his body frame lithe. Joining the police force had been one of the best things he'd ever done for his body. It gave him the perfect chance to recapture the swimmer's build he had growing up.

Blake turned, sitting down amid the pile of leather gear to pull off his boots and socks, setting them aside before he stood back up. He gazed to himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was amiss before he realized he was still wearing underwear... a fact that seemed wholly inappropriate for some reason. His fingers dipped behind the waistband of the underwear. He stretched it out before letting his underwear fall to the ground, revealing his seven inch semi-hard shaft and his round, plump balls. Blake grinned, feeling much better being naked... What point was there in a dressing if you couldn't start from the ground up?

With his uniform out of the way, Blake set to work trying on his selection ns. While he had intended to focus more on clothing, he had grabbed almost every form of cuff and strap he had seen. He lifted up two thick, black leather straps that had a buckle and holes like a belt but were far shorter. He slipped one up over the biceps on his left arm, synching it into place before pulling a matched one onto his right arm. The cuffs hugged his muscles, making him look a bit tougher. He pulled on leather bracers next, the material hugging his wrists so nicely. With those out of the way, he reached down and pulled more straps around his ankles before smiling in satisfaction.

The police officer reached for a more practical piece of clothing to try on, but his hand came to a stop. He wasn't sure why at first, but then he realized he had almost forgotten the best part. Blake snatched up the cock ring, looking at the leather and the intricate pattern. He ran his fingertip from paw print to paw print before he hoisted up his shaft with his left hand, bringing the ring to the tip with his right. The leather slid on easily at first, sliding over his mushroom shaped head and down the length. It became a bit more snug at the base but Blake tugged it on, working it all the way against his groin... and then he shivered in pleasure.

"Damn... that feels good..." Blake whispered, his hips starting to gyrate a bit as he felt the soft leather hide massaging his cock. He groaned a bit before swallowing, remembering he had more to do. Blake looked through his options before pulling out a thick black collar. He reached up and put it around his neck, tugging it tight before strapping it into place, a thick steel d-ring hanging tantalizingly from his throat. He reached up and gave the ring a flick before he continued dressing.

The next item pulled from the pie was a sort of leather harness, though its shape was rather unconditional. In some respects it seemed almost like a leather outline of a vest, but there was nothing in-between. Blake pulled it on, feeling the straps caress his shoulders and back, hanging down the center of his chest, his nipples perfectly exposed and as hard as gems. Blake ran his tongue over his teeth. He was in heaven, at least until the radio crackled.

"I'm on my way back over." Gavin's voice crackled. Blake cringed. He had to get back to duty. He reached down and set his boots up properly again, stepping into them. The leather was tighter than he remembered, hugging his long and thick toes, the slope of his arch, the roundness of his heel and his ankles. The boots were also taller than he remembered, rising up higher and higher on his legs, almost reaching his knees... but the contrast of his skin and the dark leather was just the way Blake remembered. He lifted up his belt and slid it on around his waist, the holster resting against his bare hip. A gun, a tazer, they weighed well against his bare flesh. The last item Blake needed was his badge. He pulled it off his uniform jacket and moved to hang it from his harness, the badge glinting in the light.

With one last turn, Blake looked into the mirror to admire himself, feeling more of a sense of pride than he ever had before. He looked over every inch with a grin on his face before a sudden wave of pleasure ripped through him, starting at his cock. In surprise, Blake looked down... only to receive another surprise. A tingling was spreading through his cock, more intense than anything he had felt in his life. Through the paw shaped holes in his cock cuff he could see that his cock skin was changing... A new layer of flesh was squeezing up from his groin and from it downy white fur was pushing out. The fur slid through the holes of the cuff, growing thicker and longer.

Blake watched in shock as the flesh advanced up his shaft, a new protective layer caressing the exterior. His cock was being subsumed by a fuzzy white sheath... The leather cuff hugged even tighter, the pressure causing more and more blood to rush into Blake's cock. The tip started to leak precum, the clear goo falling in strings to the floor. Blake groaned, watching as the sheath grew thicker, hugging his cock... his cock that was changing colors as well. It turned from pink to red as the blood filled in, but it wasn't stopping there. The cock turned to a deep purple as more and more blood flowed in, but even that shade wasn't enough. Blake watched, aghast as his manhood soon turned black, contrasting obscenely with the white furry sheath... and it was still oozing.

In disbelief, Blake reached to touch his shaft... His fingers came in contact with the soft fur and the hypersensitive member and Blake realized that he had been holding off far too long. His fingers curled around his cock and started sliding up and down. Each stroke pulled and pushed the furry sheath along the cock, exposing the thick, round, black head of the cock and the glistening shaft. Blake shuddered, reaching his other hand to slide around the head and shaft, feeling the trapped pre inside the pouch, playing with it. He moaned, feeling his heart pump harder and harder... and with each heartbeat, his cock started to swell.

The shaft that had started at an impressive seven inches was growing. Blake felt it stretch in his hands, reaching eight inches, nine, ten... He began jerking off harder, tugging it, pulling on it. It stretched to eleven inches, twelve, then thirteen. Each time he tugged, the cock just filled in behind it, staying as dense and thick as before, maybe even a little thicker than before. Drool leaked from Blake's mouth, the cop unable to help himself. He kept jerking off wildly, panting as his cock passed fourteen inches, then fifteen, then finally sixteen.

As much as Blake wanted to keep working his cock, the tingling sensation was spreading across the rest of his body. He let out a soft whimper before falling to his knees, groaning in delight. An itch stretched across his chest, an itch he had to scratch. Blake reached up, grazing his fingertips along his pectorals, finding another surprise. Tiny soft white hairs were pushing out all over his chest, emerging from the skin, growing longer and thicker and denser... and it felt great to pet. Blake shuddered, starting to stroke his chest hair as it continued growing... The hairs started getting so thick that they were more like fur... and then they were exactly like fur. The coat got so thick that Blake whimpered, unable to reach his skin to stroke it. As soon as he whimpered, though, the sensation returned... four distinct points combing through his fur.

Blake glanced down, gasping in awe. His fingernails had grown, stretching into thick points. Beyond that, the nails were changing color, moving from white to yellow, yellow to brown, and then brown to black. Blake grunted in delight, running his claws around his nipples as the fur spread out more. The white fur rushed down across his muscled abdomen, sinking into the bush of white fur that ringed his fuzzy sheath. The fur swept over Blake's plump balls and lifted up his neck slowly. Even the hair under his arms was losing all color, blanching out to complete white. Before the spreading fur could get to his face, thick strands of long silky hair pushed out of Blake's chin, dropping down into a long thick point, giving the police officer a goatee. His upper lip tingled next before two thick patches of white hair emerged, curving out and down, dropping down around his mouth as he developed a fu Manchu beard.

The noises emerging from Blake's mouth were as much animal as man, his entire body trembling. The advancing white fur managed to cross his chin and meet up with his goatee, giving him one solid coat from chin to balls, his entire front side covered in white... but the rest of his body didn't seem to be far behind. Blake hadn't noticed at first, but the hair on his arms and legs were changing color, the natural red emerging more and more. The change had seemed far more subtle than the white fur because he already had a bit of red in his hair... but now it was redder than ever.

All across Blake's body the red hair was pushing out longer and thicker, becoming soft and downy. The skin along his arms disappeared beneath the red fur, the black wrist and arm cuffs standing out against the fiery shade. Blake's legs were next, the thick curls of brownish ginger becoming red before his skin disappeared. The fur swept down into his tall boots and rose up until it met up with the white fur around his balls. Even Blake's furry white pits were ringed with red, creating perfect ovals of color.

Blake panted in bliss. He had never felt better in his entire life... at least until the fur began spreading over his ass. The police officer grunted in pain, doubling forward, falling onto his hands and knees as his spine started to feel like it was on fire. Pain and pleasure poured in together, broiling as Blake's cheeks began pulling apart, wider and wider, exposing his pucker to open air as the flesh turned black and grew larger, seeming more inviting. Red fur swept over the muscled butt and up across Blake's back, but that was far from the most profound change taking place.

Just as Blake's shaft had grown inch by inch, another appendage was swelling... that of his tailbone. The flesh over it was stretched tight, the bones inside growing more and more segments. Inch by inch it swelled, growing faster and faster by the moment. As it grew, soft fur began emerging from it as well. Most of the swelling tail was covered with the same bright red as his back, but the color blanched out to leave the tip white as snow. Blake shuddered happily, the tail wagging about behind him as the fur got thicker and thicker. The tail reached over three feet long... and at last the tail came to a stop... in length at least. Blake gasped as the extension started growing thicker and rounder. It swelled well past the size of his wrist, even of his head. Before long Blake's tail was as big around as his waist. It was so thick and fluffy, luxuriously soft, begging to be pet... and below it was a most inviting pucker, begging for visitors.

The change had nearly taken Blake over completely, but his head had remained unchanged. Like a man in a Halloween costume, he looked as though he had forgotten the most vital piece... but his body did not forget. Blake whimpered happily as his cheeks grew rosy, not from a blush but as bright red stubble emerged. The red set in around his fu Manchu, the fur meeting up all over. Blake watched as his lips turned black, contrasting the fur greatly. Even his eyes were changing, fading to a crisp watery blue... but he was far from complete. While the red stubble had stopped at his beard line for a moment, it soon advanced again. It swept up past his cheeks, spilling across his nose and covering his forehead. Soft downy red fur even spread over his ears.

As the last of his human flesh disappeared, Blake's head began to change even faster. The sickening sound of pops and crunches filled his skull at his ears began stretching up into points, honing forward, rising up his skull as his ear canals shifted. His lower jaw suddenly jutted forward, joined a moment later by his nose and the front of his skull. Inch by inch his mouth stretched, pulling his nose straight so there was no bend from brow to tip. The bottom of the nose tilted up, exposing the nostrils forward as the flesh darkened, becoming moist and canine like. Thick wiry whiskers emerged from Blake's cheek as his face narrowed in the front, stopping only when it became the muzzle of a tall, lithe, proud fox.

At last Blake was able to catch his breath and steady himself. He rose up to his feet, pausing. Something wasn't right. He wiggled his toes and there was the sound of leather popping as ten claws pushed through the tips of his boots. Blake nodded. Now he was satisfied. He wagged his tail a bit before he reached for the door. It was time to meet Gav.

****

The bell into the shop jangled again, this time as Gavin entered. He paused just inside, looking around. There was no sign of his partner... or any clerks for that matter. Gav moved further into the store, walking between the racks. His eyes were those of a trained professional, looking for any people or evidence. At the very edge of awareness he felt a pull from the merchandise tugging at his attention, but subconsciously he pushed that aside. Gav crossed the store, making his way through thousands and thousands of dollars worth of leather, moving into the back section. He came to a stop, looking around.

"Blake?" he called out, feeling a little unprofessional. Still, something felt off.

"Gav, you're here! That's great, I've got something you need to check out." Blake replied. Gav turned toward the source of the voice but what he saw was far from what he expected. Striding up the aisle was a six foot tall... fox man... Red fur, white chest, thick tail, tall ears and long muzzle... and he was garbed in nothing but leather straps and bands, that and a police badge. Gavin reached for his weapon but upon seeing the badge he stopped. It was real... and it was Blake's badge number. Gavin backed up away from the advancing Fox.

"Blake? Is that you?" Gav asked in disbelief. Blake came to a stop just in front of his partner, his foot and a half long cock swaying and bobbing in front of him, thick ropes of sticky pre spraying out from the tip as it moved. His furry balls had to be the size of small grapefruits, constantly producing pre and cum to drip and shoot.

"The one and only... I don't think this shop is the source of the complaints, probably some neighborhood prudes, but they have great stuff... We can totally upgrade your uniform." Blake said, licking his black lips.

"Blake, something has happened to you, we need to get you help... Come on." Gavin said, reaching to take Blake's furry wrist.

"You're so protective... Do you service just as well?" Blake asked, his eyes glinting. Gavin grimaced before he tried to lead Blake to the door. The fox merely smirked, pushing back. Gavin grunted as he was pushed into the wall. Blake's huge cock nestled up against Gavin's groin and then began to leak. Gav gasped softly as he felt the hot wetness spreading over his crotch. He shuddered, his eyes twitching a bit in disbelief.

"Blake..." he whispered, not sure what else to say. Blake looked around before seeing exactly what he wanted on a shelf, a leather police hat.

"A perfect start!" Blake said, reaching to pick it up with his clawed hands before sliding it onto Gavin's head. The leather hugged his skull a bit, glistening in the light. Gavin shuddered in surprise, feeling his cum soaked cock starting to harden. Blake let his partner go, moving to grab several more items. He draped a short sleeve leather police shirt and tight leather pants over his arm before grabbing boots that seemed to have a crease in the toe almost like hooves before he tossed them into the dressing room. Blake grinned wide, running his hand along Gavin's shoulder seductively before all but tossing him into the dressing room. Gav stumbled, reaching out to catch himself on the far wall. He spun right around, reaching for the dressing room door.

He jiggled the handle but it was locked from the outside. Gav stepped back, charged, and slammed into the door... but the wood didn't budge in the slightest. Gav tried two more times before giving up, sighing. He reached up to scratch at his cheeks as he contemplated, his fingers running through thick stubble that hadn't been there before. He had no idea what was going on with Blake, but he had to find a way to help him... and he wasn't going to do that in cum soaked pants. As weird as the leather was, as hard as it would be to explain, at least it was clean. Gavin blushed a bit before he sat down and pulled off his boots, standing back up to unfasten his pants.

The uniform fabric fell to the floor, revealing Gavin's severely tented underwear. Gavin flushed a bit more, his hand being drawn to his shaft but he resisted. He took deep breaths, closing his eyes, trying to steady himself. He opened his eyes, looking in the mirror... He studied his face, how his beard was as thick as the buzzed hair on his head, the one form of hair tapering into the other with no difference in length, no visible seam... it was as if his entire head was framed by hair... and it was the most manly thing Gavin had ever seen. Gavin made a few faces before snarling in delight. He was damn proud of his beard. He reached up and ran his fingers through it, not even noticing his fingernails were growing thicker and darker, the ivory white becoming a muddy brown.

Despite Gavin's immense pride for himself, he knew that he couldn't just stand around all day. He had work to do. He grabbed the leather pants and pulled them up, tugging them, squeezing into them. The leather hugged his ass and legs, following his hips... but most of all, they compressed the cum soaked underwear across his groin. In moments the leather across his crotch was darkening, the fox cum staining it from the inside... and as wt leather tended to do, it shrunk... Before long the leather was conforming around Gavin's own erection, leaving nothing to the imagination. Gavin was so far gone he already didn't remember that he had changed pants to get away from the slime, but now he was trapped with it more than ever before.

Gavin reached down, removing his belt and holsters from his other pants, sliding them into the leather ones. Once they were synched up, he pulled his badge from his uniform shirt and then unbuttoned it, casting it aside. He couldn't agree more with the department's desire to change uniforms, leather simply was better. It would remind everyone that they were tough, strong men doing everything they could to serve... to service the community. Gavin pulled the leather shirt on, zipping it up, looking at just how well it complimented his pecs and arms... He watched as the leather began to squeak, the muscles beneath bulging. Gav's pectorals grew and grew, his nipples becoming hard and pushing against the leather so the nubs were visible from some distance. The cuffs grew tighter as his arms swelled.

The changing police officer moved to slide his badge into place, securing it, the gold glinting in the light of the changing room. It contrasted with the black leather crisply, showing everyone that he was the boss. Without even bothering to sit, Gavin moved to slide his feet into the tall leather boots. His foot sank down into the well, disappearing, being massaged and squeezed by the leather. At last it settled into the base of the boot, but the angle of his foot was different, pushing his center of balance onto the front. Despite this change, Gavin inserted his other foot into the other boot... and let out a deep grunt of satisfaction.

More groans soon came, but this time from the leather boots. The cloven front started to become more dramatic while the heel of the boot shrunk away, giving Gavin's ankles a new bend, his legs shifting. The boots suddenly swelled outward, rounding, looking far more like hooves than feet. There was a squealching noise as the leather boot seam almost seemed to fuse with the pants, becoming one tight bodysuit of sorts, at least up until the waist. The dark stained groin began groaning more as it darkened, swelling as Gavin's erection stretched along his body, sliding down his leg. It passed eight inches, ten, twelve. It was growing faster than Blake's had by leaps and bounds. When it was fourteen inches it began growing thicker as well, rounding to the size of a hot sauce bottle.

Gav reached down to slide his hand up and down his leather clad log of masculinity, stroking it, feeling it reach sixteen inches in length and as big around as a beer bottle. A lop sided snarl of pride crossed Gavin's lips as he imagined how tough he would look to criminals. No one would dare mess with him. He'd maim them if they resisted, but why would they resist? He was a damn fine man. No one would be able to hold back... Gav snarled in bliss again, his face tingling sharply. The thick dense beard was starting to grow longer, passing the length of hair on his head. His mustache curved down, sliding over his upper lip as his cheek fuzz stretched out wildly. The beard also stretched down from his chin and neck, growing into a full beard. Inch after inch spilled out, the base of the beard coming to rest against his collar bone.

The police officer moaned, reaching up to comb his fingers through his long beard, his cock starting to pulse and release thick jets of feral cum into his pants as he felt how manly he was. His fingernails had grown even thicker, his fingers a bit pudgy... As he grunted and snarled, Gavin's lower lip began pushing out in front of his upper. At first the reason wasn't clear, but after a moment the tips of his lower canine teeth began to push into view. The teeth grew up and out, curving slightly, pushing up well past his upper lip, even growing in front of his mustache. The teeth kept growing and growing, getting thicker, becoming tusks in their own right. Just past the front tusks, two more nubs appeared. They grew in too, rising up, though remaining smaller than the first.

While Gavin's grunts became more and more animalistic, the rest of his body was following suit. The hair on his arms was getting thicker and thicker, becoming a fuzzy layer of brown that covered his flesh. His ears throbbed, stretching into rounded points, the ears shifting up his skull a bit. Suddenly Gav gave a snort of delight as the tip of his nose upturned, exposing his nostrils. The base of his nose grew wider, the rest of his nose following suit. As the nostrils spread, Gav's face became dominated by a thick snout... and then the police officer's face really started to throb. His lower jaw and nose began pushing forward, his mouth extending into a short muzzle, his lower jaw always just ahead of the rest so his tusks remained exposed.

As soon as it started, Gavin's face stopped stretching. It had not stopped changing. The thick fuzz that formed his beard began spreading over the rest of his face, though the fur moving up his cheeks and around his eyes was not nearly so long, the image of the beard remaining. It covered his nose and forehead moving all the way to his hairline... In fact, the fuzz covering his upper face was as thick as the hair on his head, making it look almost as if he would have been bald and bearded as a human, but had the thick layer of fur as what he truly was... He wasn't just a police officer; he was a boar, a true pig suited to the uniform. Gavin let out a squeal of delight as his pants sagged down just enough to let his tailbone surge out, a thick cord of bone and flesh emerging to form into a boar tail. Thick hairs emerged from the tip in a tuft.

The last groan of the leather came as Gavin's gut swelled a bit, rounding ever so slightly. It was barely noticeable but Gav was rather proud of it... He felt it made him more of a man. With one last double check of his bet, Gav gathered up his old uniform and moved out of the dressing room. Standing outside of the dressing room was a man Gavin hadn't seen before. Elius had taken on his satyr appearance, his beard even bigger than before and his horns thick, curved like a ram. His furry legs were proud... and Blake was kneeling before him with a muzzle full of cock, cum dripping all the way along it. Blake pulled off, licking his lips as he looked up at Gav.

"Lookin good..." Blake murmured appreciatively.

"You can have a taste on the road, but we're still on duty. Maybe we'll come back around closing time." Gav said, stretching, looking to Elius. For some reason he felt as if he knew the man. Gavin smiled, "Thanks for helping us with our uniforms, I know it was short order."

"Not a problem, I love helping those that help the community." Elius smiled. Gavin gave the satyr's beard one last appreciative gaze before he patted Blake's head.

"Come on pup." He said, moving for the door. Blake scrambled after him, keeping right on the boar's heels. Blake inhaled deeply, loving how Gavin smelled to him. The door jangled once more as they emerged onto the street, heading to their cop car. Blake's furry sheathed cock continued to dangle, leaving a trail of sperm wherever he went, the musk wafting into the air. He slipped into the car, joined by Gavin a moment later. The engine rumbled to life and pulled away from the curb, heading back out onto their patrol.

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The steady hiss of a paint can was music to every tagger's ears, but few took as much pride in it as Reece Alcott, or 'East' as he was known on the street. He was only seventeen but his art was incomparable. His dark black hoodie was pulled over his head, a black and white striped bandanna tied over his mouth and nose so only his eyes peered out. Another striped bandanna hung out of his back pocket over his ass, his hand clutching one of the many spray paints from his pack. While East was a repeat tagger for areas he considered his territory, he had found the perfect stretch of untouched territory, a brick alcove between an apartment building and a defunct grocery store... Three exterior brick walls, two stories tall with a cement access beneath? It was perfection... And East was going to make it his own.

The teenager had started in the bottom right, signing his tag with bright bold yellow letters outlined in black and white so it really popped out with perspective, but no sooner had he finished his signature when he heard the squeak of breaks behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, all East needed to see was the black and white of a cop car to start running. His feet pounded the cement, breaking full force before he rounded the corner. He saw a blur of a cop uniform and spun around the other way, running as fast as he could. What East had not expected was for someone to be faster.

The sound of boots slamming against the cement behind him was audible before a second sound joined them, almost like the click of paws. East groaned, they'd sent a K-9 unit after him. He ran faster and faster before he yelped, feeling a heavy mass of muscle slam into him from behind. Blake rolled with the teenager before pinning him onto the ground. Blake cooed in bliss, his cock unleashing a thick wad of cum all over the teen's backside.

"What the hell is that?!" East cried out, feeling the wet and the bulge.

"You were resisting arrest... But I hunt down crime wherever it is." Blake murmured, climbing off before pulling the teen up onto his feet, swinging him around. East slammed into Gavin's chest, getting a face full of leather and pectoral, the smell filling his senses. The strong musky scent sank into his brain. When he looked up to see the cop clearly for the first time, he wasn't surprised by seeing a boar. If anything, it seemed all too cliché.

"You can't repress free speech you pig." East protested, struggling against Blake's tight grip.

"You are under arrest for vandalizing public property. You have the right to remain silent or to make whatever noises you wish. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law, and we will hold anything against you that you want. You have the right to speak to an attorney or to beg us for more. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" Gavin asked. Blake reached around and pulled East's bandanna down, revealing a thick strip of jet black facial hair running from beneath his bottom lip to his chin. Gavin murmured in delight. Blake pulled out a pair of fuzzy black handcuffs, sliding them onto the teenager's wrists in front of his stomach. East was about to complain, but they felt so soft that the thought of complaining fled from his mind.

"I... understand." East grunted, realizing he had no chance to escape. Gavin gave a nod and moved back to the car opening the door. Blake eased the teenager forward before shoving him into the back seat. East slid along the leather seating, a bit surprised by how nice it was. The more he looked around, the stranger the cop car seemed. There were extra handcuffs lying in the back among various bottles of things. The door slammed behind the teen and Blake moved around, sliding into the passenger seat. The engine rumbled to life, sounding stronger than any cop car East had heard before. The car pulled out into the street, moving back into traffic.

"So, are you the East we've heard about?" Blake asked curiously.

"You've been spraying all over town, spreading the foul stench of delinquency..." Gavin growled. East took a deep breath in. Hearing him referred to that way gave him a bit of a... thrill.

"What can I say? There's nothing as good as spray." East said with a grin.

"We got ourselves a regular poet here..." Gavin shook his head.

"I remember the last poet we grabbed... That rapper that was grifting people?" Blake said. Gavin grinned.

"I remember... You filled his ass so full of cock that he was singing out his confession, begging to be remanded into your custody..." Gav smirked.

"Not that I'm always the one having fun, remember that motorcycle gang you brought down? Had them so greedy for more of your cock juices that they turned each other in..." Blake said. East moaned softly in the back seat, his cock growing abnormally hard, his jeans tented severely. East realized his hands were cuffed in front. He reached down gently, starting to rub at his bulge, panting softly.

"But you got that band of shoplifters... Made them return every item to it's proper place on the shelves before you'd let them at you again." Gavin said.

"Yeah, but you rounded up that group of high college students, convinced them that you were the second coming and they had to worship you." Blake accused. East moaned harder, surprised that the cops had so much sex... wondering if they had sex with every prisoner they arrested. Would he be next? Slowly East unzipped his pants, running his fingers through his dark bush, slowly tugging his cock out. He had neglected to wear underwear, but he was rather glad of that fact now. He shivered as the fuzzy black handcuffs rubbed against his stomach.

"There was one nut that was hard to crack though. Remember Bad Ass Bill?" Gavin asked. Blake shuddered.

"He sucked me dry and still wouldn't talk... Took every pounding you gave... fucking for five days straight..." Blake murmured. East gasped softly, curling his fingers around his shaft, sliding his hands up and down, bucking his hips as he listened.

"It wasn't until we brought in his accomplice and both went at him at the same time that made Bill jealous enough. Something about seeing that lithe kid dripping with cum from the ass and mouth made Bill want to talk..." Gavin grinned.

"I loved the way he gnawed your tusks." Blake grinned. With that East shuddered, thick ropes of cum shooting out, splattering all over his hooded sweatshirt... but it felt like the orgasm wasn't ending. If anything it was spreading all over his body. East shuddered, his jaw hanging open in bliss as he listened to sexual conquest after conquest, but his body was being conquered by the first stages of his transformation. Where East's handcuffs had been rubbing across his lithe stomach, very soft hairs were emerging... but unlike the hair around his cock, the hairs were perfectly white. The fur spread out, obscuring his navel, creeping over his rips, rising up his chest. The black hair around his shaft became incredibly soft and started spreading as well, curving over his balls, sliding between his legs. East was moaning louder and louder.

"See, he's exercising his rights... moaning like a bitch already." Blake grinned.

"That's why I love the little punks like that... They'll moan for fucking days... Especially when they get a load of my cock." Gavin growled.

"Or more like a load from your cock." Blake laughed. East screamed out, cumming even harder as his cock throbbed, stretching longer and thicker, the skin darkening from peach to brown to black, glistening in stark contrast to his stomach. East kept working his cock, his cuffed hands sliding up and down rapidly as the hair on his arms grew darker and darker, becoming as fuzzy as the cuffs holding them together. East's fingernails even changed, the speckled pain on the tips covering up black nails instead of white, the nails growing longer and longer before sinking into his fingers, emerging from the tips as claws.

"And remember that porn star we got for speeding? We had so much fun with him... Took three hands just to jerk him off while he sucked us both." Gavin smirked. East moaned wildly as he imagined that. Portions of his palms swelled up into puffy leathery paw pads, feeling so good against his own long shaft. The teenager drooled a bit, moaning. The black fur on his arms covered his hands, covering every bit of flesh but the paw pads, making them seem rather animal like. The fur had swept around his back as well, already creeping up the neck of his shirt. From neck to waist he was completely furry, but that wasn't enough. His body was changing even more.

"Speaking of famous, remember that foot model that broke the noise ordinance? What size was he? Size seventeen shoe?" Blake asked. East moaned even more as he imagined that. His tennis shoes shuddered before thick, sharp black claws pushed through the front of the shoes, wiggling a bit. Thick black fur spilled out around his ankles, his pants soon growing puffy with the amount of fur beneath. East panted hard, working his big black cock as his balls started to throb, straining his jeans even more.

"And the truckers we pulled over for speeding... They were fun... Only people to rival my beard in months." Gavin grinned. East's face started to tingle as soft downy hairs began pushing out, covering his cheeks... but unlike the strip of hair on his chin, all of the stubble was perfectly white. It covered his cheeks, above his upper lip, forming in like a regular beard... but it was all white except the very thick black strip leading down to his chin. East panted harder and harder, shuddering before he called out, thick ropes of cum spraying up his body. He soaked his hoodie and splattered his face, the white cum landing on his black flavor savor. The white slime stood out so much on the strip but East eagerly licked up as much as he could get too, cumming even more.

Blake glanced over his shoulder with a grin, watching as their prisoner accelerated in his changes. East's pants slipped down as the flesh on his back began to contort and move. An excessive amount of furry black flesh began stretching out just above his ass cheeks, the cheeks themselves pulling apart to reveal not only his tight black pucker but new scent glands befitting his species. Portions of the growing tail bleached out to white, giving him thick stripes up either side of the tail... a tail that was growing and growing. The wide flag of fur and flesh passed one foot, then two, three, even passing four feet in length. New muscles formed through it all, giving East complete control.

The teenager moaned as his nose turned dark and moist, shifting. More black fur began pushing out as his nose changed, his lower jaw popping as it pushed forwards, stretching into a short muzzle. The new fur swept up across his forehead, sweeping past his eyes, filling in the gaps until the black met the white. East whimpered as he suddenly lost his hearing, though his ears felt like they were about to burst. After a few moments his hood started to contort as two raised ears pushed up against the cloth. With the new mass in his hood, the cloth slipped back before falling around East's neck, leaving the skunk boy's hair visible. The smooth black hair now had several stripes of white, giving him quite the aesthetic.

The car slowly shimmied as it slowed down, pulling over to the curb.

"Well, we're here." Gavin said. East looked out of the window, his skunk nose sniffing at the air.

"This isn't the station..." he mused.

"We're letting you go with a warning, but we have to confiscate your clothes as evidence. Elius will make sure you're compensated." Blake said, getting out of the car and moving to the door, opening it for East. He reached in and grabbed the skunk boy by the scruff of the neck, hauling him out and into the shop. Gavin watched them disappear inside, moving to fill out paperwork while he waited, keeping an eye on the roads around. Several minutes passed before he heard the jangle of the door again. Gavin slipped out of the police car, mindful of traffic as he moved around. Blake held the door open as if presenting some sort of prize. Gavin's eyes widened and a grin crossed his porkish face as he saw why.

East emerged slowly, his large black paws padding across the cement. He was unclad from his claws to his waist, a tight pink leather pouch cupping his overly large skunk cock. Even his furry ass was uncovered, but a pink leather jacket hugged his torso, a hood folded up in the back. He even had a thin pink leather choker around his neck, making him look all the more adorable... especially with the string of cum still hanging on the strip of black fur on his chin. Blake leaned over and gave the fur a slurp of his tongue before smiling.

"Now, go play with your friends... Let them know we have a thing for bad boys." Blake grinned. East nodded eagerly before running down the street, his tail lifted high. Blake chuckled, moving back into the car. Gavin climbed back in as well, shutting his door and turning the engine back on. The police car pulled back of traffic and resumed its patrol, searching for any criminals disrupting the peace.