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The Police of Paradise

By: BeaverReturn

It's an hour after last call and I'm stumbling drunk down some kind of boardwalk. As I make my way home, I watch over the railing as blackened ocean waves come to crash violently into the supporting poles beneath me. The air, moist, teases the tips of my fur and fills my nostrils with scents of sea-water. I can't help but have my primate tail wiggling behind me, the vivacious boardwalk feeling all so electric to me. I feel lit up and smoothed over; there is a real big fucking grin on my face as a stogie rests between my fingers, its smoking trail burning upwards into the active night. Together we dance smoothly to the airborne sound of island steel drums that soften within the distance. I let in a drag, the rough taste of cigar falling like ash onto my sensitive tongue. I cough up a mean hack; suddenly I am cruelly reminded of how much I actually hate cigars. Rinsing my mouth, I take a swig from the steel flask that I had pocketed. The harsh mouthful burns but does the trick, the distasteful presence of the cigar washing away. I pass by a row of street-lights and see them flicker above me. The electric buzz they hum over the rim of my ears is forbidding. There's a dark howl in the air, the palm trees are shaking, a storm is on the horizon--better get home quick.

My footing is uneasy and I lose my step falling onto a mailbox, my chest slamming hard onto its metal shell as my arms flail outwards to try and grab hold. I see my abandoned cigar fall on the ground, a thin stream of smoke rising towards me--reaching out to me. I struggle to find my balance quickly, but fail as a patrolling officer pulls up his car. The street light above me flickers down--goes dim; just dim enough that the officer feels the need to pull out his flashlight and spotlight me. I wince at the bright light, caught in a position that would seem as though I'm humping the metal box before me.

He sees a leather-clad Monkey, not to say that I'm done up like some motorcycle fetishist-- I'm talking Gucci leather--high-end shit, y'know? I see an officer of the law, a rather large wolf, who is almost completely silhouetted behind the bright torch spotlighted directly at me.

"What's going on here then?" the officer questions.

"Just out for a walk officer," I slur, raising a shielding paw above my eyes.

"Bit too much to drink I guess?" The officer gets out of his car and I scramble to my feet.

"Not a crime is it?" I feel around my jacket trying to find my wallet.

"Not unless you consider public intoxication a crime." Shit. The officer approaches closer and I start to panic. Having just arrived on the island for a business trip, I don't think the boss would be too happy if I got thrown in the drunk tank my first night out. Think, Danny, think fast.

"Okay, Officer, I'm just going to--I'm going to be honest here. I'm new to this city--I mean I am fresh off the plane. My first night out, you know? And I thought, well I thought I would check out the night life and I guess, I guess you could say that I had a bit too much--" As I ramble on, the officer, grey in fur, circles around me. His ochre eyes starting to inspect me up and down, making my gut sink about 10,000 leagues beneath me. This is it--I'm in for it, I'm sunk, I think to myself, that is until I feel a noticeably hard paw slide across my rump.

"Officer?" I gasp, "What are you--"

"Frisking you." His voice is low, hushed; he whispers it into my ear. I feel him behind me; he comes in close, his breath warm on my fur. I feel behind me his noticeably swelling member, as he grinds against my rump. The wolf behind me is big, his hulking body properly proportioned to the solid dick now growing in his pants. I become surprised to find that Officer Over-Friendly here is packing more than just the cold-iron magnum strapped to his side.

A solid breath escapes me as his paw creeps around to unlatch the buckle of my pants. I feel myself growing hard; the scent of the wolf's burning sex making the air around me all too heavy. The moment feels hot and loaded, like something from the rentable porn movies one would typically find waiting for them back at the hotel. I am completely lost--everything seems so unreal, all too quick. A part of me thinks I'm having an erotic dream; a part of me expects that at any time I'm going to find myself waking up hung-over in a gutter somewhere.

But that is not to be the case as Officer Handy yanks my belt off and chucks it behind. I move to protest, seeing as it is not one of my cheaper belts, but he throws a strong paw over my mouth, forcibly silencing me. Suddenly I'm being pulled into an alleyway, away from the dim lights and into a flood of pure darkness.

My vision is voided; I become forced to rely on my other senses. Pressing forward, the officer's brutish body comes to push me against a wall, his lips meeting with mine. The kiss is unexpected, but I melt into it, I let him consume me with lust. His large paw sinks past my underwear as an electric shock phases through my system. He comes to grab my anticipating hardness, the pads of his paws starting to massage my hardened cock. I'm dripping like a virgin cheerleader now, my pants growing moist with pre. Perhaps I should think twice about resisting--perhaps I should have some kind of momentary integrity, but I'm drunk and this officer doesn't seem like he's just going to let up anyways.

Another paw comes to snake up my behind as I feel him glide down the crack of my admittedly athletic ass. A single paw finger starts to rotate over my anus playfully, the teasing sensation electrifying my spine. I lean forward, throwing my arms around Officer Strongbody. Now I'm panting slight moans that fall directly into his ear. Hearing me whimper, he murmurs in a growl so low that it vibrates right through my bones,

"Turn over. I'm going to fuck you."

Under the spell of his command, I turn over and spread my legs apart. He sinks down and sniffs a huge whiff over my exposed hole. I shutter, shiver, and shake, as he rolls his long canine tongue over my opening. A second lap follows the trail of saliva previously made, then a third, and a forth, until eventually his tongue slides right into my hole and he starts to fuck me with that pink tongue of his: fat, wide and dripping wet. My ass gyrates around his muzzle, my hips shimmying with each coming lashing. I find myself begging half-breaths of mercy as he eats out my tail-hole with a loose, unguarded passion.

The officer stands, lining his canine cock against the opening of my prepared ass. With strong hips he pushes himself forward, and I wince as I feel myself stretch over him. His cock is the biggest I've been given yet, and I don't take it all in with much ease. Eventually however, I come to relish the fullness he provides as he thrusts himself continually into me and readily starts to fuck me hard. At first I only come to feel the length of his shaft as the bulb of his growing knot bounces daringly off the surface of my hole. But as it becomes time to take him all, I feel myself strain as his knot comes to push more and more against my resilient hole. But he doesn't seem to care. Instead he eventually lunges that bit of his swollen flesh with a force of determined vigor, breaking past my barriers, throwing it into me like some kind of orbital collision crashing deep within the cosmos. I'm fighting through tears of joy and pain, whimpering and whining, wailing and wanting all the same. The pushes of his force edging me into reality of pleasures I never knew existed.

I spit like a fountain out of my pulsating cock as streaks of pearl white spew forth unseen into the darkness surrounding. My knees buckle and I get weak, but still the officer fucks me. My orgasm came hard, it came fast, and it took my last breath; it left me feeling light-headed and delirious. The officer thrusts still. Even as my head is spinning, the large wolf thrusts forward and out, back and in, seemingly lost within his jack-hammering fury. I feel him swell within me and a large growl bursts out of him as I hear the sound of a shattering glass window somewhere within the alley. The flood of his speed spent forward, fills my inner walls with washes of his hot spunk. We both come to collapse into the dirt of the alleyway, he falling first, me coming second, the two of us meeting in an embrace on top of the cold hard dirt. Momentarily we rest and listen to the ocean waves, the echoes of steel drums coming softly in the distance, and the breaths of our unified panting, all symphonicly played within the island's night breezes.

With his spent seed still dribbling out of my hole, I eventually pull up my pants. As the officer holsters his softening canon back into his pant leg, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two island cigars. He offers one to me, but I resist with an open palm. Exhausted, I pant heavily until I am eventually able to speak,

"Damn, are all law enforces this friendly with tourists?" I comment.

"Not quite Danny." The officer says, lighting his fatty with a Zippo.

"I'm sorry, but how exactly did you know my name?" I reply in shock.

Officer Frisky pulls out his wallet and hands me a business card:

Officer Naughty: (So that was his name all along!)

Fuck-E-Gram, Incorporated Paradise Islands

"Since 1969"

"Your boss sends his best greetings." He comments with a smile, leaving me stunned in the alleyway. Once the shock wears off, I am not sure if I should laugh, call my boss a bastard, or be thankful that I might just have the best job in the world. Either way, after this night, I found myself well introduced to what exactly paradise was.