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It was hot. It was way too fucking hot.

How many times had they come out here now? Was this the fourth or fifth time in the same week? It didn't matter, really. It was too much. Too much hassle for nothing. And it was hot. And noisy.

"Are... you sure it was the same person? I mean... I don't think we can.. keep coming out here on speculation..." That voice. It sounded so small against the dull noises of a bustling city. Hell, he could barely even hear it over the thrumming of the engine. Of course he'd get stuck with this rookie. Way too green for his tastes. There was a smirk, a brief contemplation of life choices and how he ended up here. Why did he want to be a cop again? Certainly not one of his better career choices. Those were different times, though - and what did it matter now? It was a damned nuisance. These people were a damned nuisance. The large German Shepard drummed his fingers lazily on the dash, a lit cigarette stuffed snuggly between his ring and middle finger. The smoke wafted throughout the cab, eliciting a gag and cough from the smaller male sitting in the passenger's seat - interrupting the conversation he was trying to have.

"For fucks sake, Malcolm. Get on with it. I'm sweating my ass off sitting in this heat." Those words rolled out of the large dog's throat with purpose, the gruff sound causing his partner to tense up just a bit. "Y-yes, sorry... uhm.. let's see here..." Again, that voice. So tiny. It suited the rabbit well. The Shepard raised a brow as he watched his partner work, fumbling about with some papers and attempting to jot down notes on something or another. He was roughly half the size of the canine, and wore his uniform like he was dressed up in his dad's clothing. There was just something comical about the way this scene must've looked. Almost like a cartoon, really. This large, bitter looking mutt and this tiny, nervous rabbit - here once again, talking to the same shmuck for the fifth day in a row.

Yes, this was definitely the fifth day in a row. For the past week, there had been numerous, repeated calls about vandalism at a local bakery. Graffiti all over the walls, the windows. Total mess. At first, it was a routine thing. Information was gathered, names were taken, claims were made - and that was that. However, the calls kept coming in. The same information kept getting gathered. The same names were taken, and the same claims were made. And now, for the fifth time, the two cops had pulled up in front of the shop to more or less repeat the previous day - question the owner and listen to him ramble about his dead beat employees.

"Logan..? Do you want to ... maybe, go take a look at the store..? I mean, I know we checked it out yesterday.. a-and.." Malcolm trailed off, drawing his gaze from the older looking owl who he'd been talking to that was almost leaning -inside- the squad car through the window. He was breathing heavily, surely having just ranted to the small rabbit about how his business was being ruined. Again. There was an awkward moment of silence, and Malcolm peered over at the canine who continued to drum his digits on the dash. Logan looked like he was ready to snap, remaining quiet as those words rang in his ears. He certainly presented himself differently than the smaller male. Whereas Malcolm wore his uniform proudly, albeit a bit... loose, Logan could've given two shits about appearances. The top few buttons of his shirt were popped open, putting his chest fluff on full display. Sleeves rolled up, badge stuck haphazardly to his upper bicep. A bit intimidating, to say the least.

"So. You want us to go waste our fucking time again, hm?" The Shepard glared at his partner out of the corner of his eye, drawing the cigarette close for a good drag. More silence. The poor kid looked like he was sinking back into the cushions. There was a deep breath, and more smoke filled the cab - followed by more sputtering coughs from Malcolm. "I asked you a question. We're partners, right? Let's work this out together." Those words rolled off Logan's tongue like venom as he leaned down closer. One paw rested lazily on the steering wheel as the other hovered dangerously over Malcolm's thigh, stray ash falling and staining the deep blue fabric of the rabbit's uniform. "I-I don't want to waste our... your time... I just t-thought.." He was shivering, visibly trembling as the large canine loomed over his frame. The Shepard moved to speak, but was quickly cut off by the third party involved in this little discussion.

"If you two would spend less time arguing, you would've caught the bitch that did this already. I told you, her name is Mia. Her and her boyfriend..." The owl began to ramble, inadvertently saving Malcolm's ass for the time being. There was an audible growl, followed by the door to the car being slammed shut. Logan had left the vehicle, making his way over to the owner of the bakery. He took a final puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, grinding the butt with the tip of his boot as the owl straightened himself. The guy must've been in his late 40's, and looked a bit haggard for his age. Much like the rabbit, he barely came up to the Shepard's chest. That didn't stop him from droning on about his business, however. He hunched over a bit, making various pointed threats about how he would be contacting the higher ups at the station if this wasn't resolved. All the while, Logan fished around for another cigarette... barely paying any attention while he flicked open his lighter.

"Look. Pal. I understand. I do. You're pissed. I'm pissed." That cigarette found its way to the Shepard's lips, another long drag. A single paw coming to rest on the owl's shoulder before he continued. "Me and my partner here, we both know why -you're- pissed off. -I'm- pissed off because I'm obligated to come out here and listen to you tell me the same shit every day." That paw that rested on the owl's shoulder gripped tightly before moving to his collar, roughly pulling him up enough to force the older male onto the tips of his talons. Clearly shocked, he gasped out, slightly panicked by the sudden use of force. "So give me one good reason why I should do it again, because I'm about ready to smash your fucking shop myself." With a grunt, Logan shoved the owl backwards as he relaxed his grip on his collar... causing him to stumble and catch himself on a nearby fire hydrant. The owl opened his mouth to speak, but he simply stared at the Shepard instead... any thoughts of threatening him, any thoughts of calling the station to report this behavior... they were gone.

It was still fucking hot. Logan dipped one paw into his pocket while the other flicked ash from his cigarette onto the pavement. Felt like they'd been staring at each other for an hour. That pudgy bakery owner just clutching the hydrant while the Shepard stared him down, idly puffing away as a smirk crawled across his features. He didn't say a word, but it was obvious he'd won the little engagement. Malcolm hadn't made a peep, choosing to sink back into his seat even more and pull his cap over his eyes as if nothing was happening. Just as the canine turned to leave, the silence was broken. "I'll pay you." Those words caused Logan's ear to twitch, peering over his shoulder as he spoke around the cigarette.

"Yeah? How much." It took a second for the owl to compose himself, brushing off his clothing as he stood. "I'll give you five hundred. Right here, right now." About fucking time things went his way.

"Shit must be real personal, huh?" He looked around a bit, scanning over the bakery and looking at all the graffiti. It was a grimy looking building, tucked neatly in the middle of the street right next to an alley. Prime business location for the seedy parts of town. Something caught his attention, however. They'd scoured the alley and the surrounding area for any evidence to actually follow up on any claims the owl had previously made, constantly pointing the finger at a former employee of his. Some leopardess or something - a punk apparently. Regardless, they'd never found anything... until now. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan noticed a few spray cans lying in the alley... different colors, at least eight of them.

"Tell you what, I'll help out. Who'd you say did this..? 'Mia and her boyfriend', right?" Like he even had to ask, he'd been told this story roughly ten times by now. Didn't matter who did what. "Go grab that cash and we'll work out the details." The owl simply nodded and made his way back into the store, leaving the two partners to themselves for the time being. Sweat started to bead on the Shepard's snout, the heat continuing to be a considerable nuisance as he 'worked.' "We're not... s-supposed to take bribes, Logan.."

Would this kid fucking speak up for once? He had half a mind to knock some sense into the poor rabbit, but being in a considerably better mood, thought against it. With a triumphant sneer, the large male leaned down enough to get eye level with his partner... that cigarette hanging off his muzzle as he spoke. "It's your lucky day, Malcolm." He grinned, reaching into the cab to ruffle the rabbit's head in a demeaning manner. "You keep your mouth shut, yeah? You're going to get your first arrest tonight."

The rabbit's eyes lit up for the first time that whole day, an almost ecstatic look crossing his features. "R-really?" He sounded genuinely happy, a childlike wonder glinting in those wide eyes of his. How the hell did this guy even end up becoming a police officer, anyways?

"All I need you to do is sit in the car until it gets dark. Soon as the street lights turn on... drive off." He couldn't help but grin, sucking on that cigarette like it was the last one he had. With another pat on the head, the large male got up and turned to leave... making his way towards the alley.

"Wait, where are you going? Where will I go..? I don't.." The rabbit stammered, confused.

"Takin' care of a few things. I'll radio you after you leave." He didn't bother to listen to whatever else his partner might've choked out. Didn't matter. The Shepard had other things on his mind. All he had to do was wait.

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Dusk had settled on the unusually quiet city, save for the pitter patters of footsteps and light panting from a certain pair of troublemakers. It had been a very fruitful day! Another wall tagged, another window marked. The only problem? The tools were left at the scene of the crime. Stupid. Robbie knew that making out would eventually turn to some foreplay, which led to certain things being forgotten before they left. The Dalmatian exhaled deeply. Why were they even doing this? Here they were; running back to the very bakery that they were vandalizing in the first place. Shit was way too risky. He knew he was getting into a mess when he started dating Mia, but fuck she was gorgeous. Such a fire cracker, had all the traits he looked for in a girl.

She was a leopardess. Jet black fur. Such a tomboy, and a bit of a rebel too. Wore her hair all spiked, tight clothes that accented her curves - piercings. She was perfect. As he thought about her, he couldn't help but draw his gaze over her frame as she ran in front of him... that perfectly plump backside jiggling right before his eyes, those form-fitting sweatpants. How the fuck did he get so lucky? By no means was Robbie a bad looking guy, not at all. He had a slim, athletic build. Plenty of spots, with a particularly large one over his right eye. Girls told him it was cute. He thought so too. He was decently tall, as well. But Mia? She was on a whole different level. Any of the trouble she was dragging him into was well worth it. Well... maybe not this time.

"Hey, uh, sweetheart? I think this is the last time we should do this. I'm not keen on getting fucked over by the cops - and you seriously pissed off your boss." The dog panted out between every couple of words, before flagging his girl over to the side of a building. With a huff, Robbie leaned up against the wall and stuffed his paws into his hoody. All black, just like Mia's. To conceal late night shenanigans, of course.

"I don't mean to be a downer, but... fuck, Mia. We're going to get busted." It was then that the girl turned around, panting softly. She had an agitated look on her face, whiskers scrunching up a bit as she sneered. "Don't be such a pussy, Robbie... I swear, all you ever do is complain..." Despite those words, she purred out... slowly sauntering over to the Dalmatian before pressing up close, getting right up on her tippy-toes to nibble and kiss at his neck softly. "But that's why I like you. You're such a cutie. Innocent lil' thing..." Mia giggled, her tail flicking playfully behind her as she teased. Robbie couldn't keep himself from blushing at those words, clearing his throat and straightening up a bit. "I ain't innocent, you know that.. just.. I don't want us to get in trouble, y'know?" He leaned into her, one paw escaping his hoody to slip across her thigh, tickling at her briefly before moving to her plush backside, getting a nice firm grip as that doughy flesh nearly spilled between his digits.

The leopardess mewled out softly at his touch, but moments later, scrunched her face again. "Ugh. You can be such a turnoff sometimes, you know that?" Wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation. She pushed his hand away before backing off, flicking at his nose with her tail before walking towards the bakery. Robbie sighed deeply and hung his head a bit, trying to gather the words to appease her somehow while also convincing her to let this whole thing go. There was no point! She got fired, so what? Didn't need to wreck the place. Sure, her boss might've copped a feel and fucked her over on a couple paychecks, but that was something for someone else to handle. "Babe, let's just go home. We can cuddle and watch a movie. Nobody has to know about this, and you got your revenge." He moved to follow her. When she had that look in her eye, he knew there was no defusing the situation - but he had to try, right?

They didn't talk for a few blocks. Robbie just followed, paws stuffed in his hoody as he watched her move with such purpose. She was always like this. Breaking into places, stealing things, vandalizing property. She said they deserved it, no harm no foul if she never got caught. When they first met, the Dalmatian put on a front. Tried to act tough to look cool in front of her. Boasted about the things he'd done, the places he'd been. And it worked, too. Though, as the months went by, Robbie started to ease her out of her lifestyle. Well, he tried to do that at least. Didn't typically work. He'd find himself eating out of her paw and going along with every little thing she wanted to do anyways. The sad part was that he loved it. Deep down, he knew that even if he couldn't stop her from doing this shit, he'd go along with it regardless. Mia was picking up on this of course, and things had been getting a bit shaky between the two of them recently. Robbie hung his head a bit more as he thought about this, watching his feet as they moved. Step by step until the Leopardess gasped out, suddenly gripping the Dalmatian's arm and pulling him into an alley.

"Woah, woah - fuck, Mia." She immediately pressed a digit to his muzzle and made a 'shh' noise, pointing over towards the bakery. Sure as shit, there it was. Robbie saw a cop car sitting right in front of the damn building. He knew this was risky. "No. No way, we're leaving - " He was cut off by her elbow jabbing him in the gut. "We're not leaving that behind, that's all they need to pin this on us." She chewed her lip nervously, peeking around the corner every couple of moments to see what was going on. Still nothing. Minutes passed, and the canine started to fidget. They remained there, utterly silent... waiting for an opportunity. It grew darker and darker, and still there were no signs of movement or activity at the bakery. Just what the hell was that cop doing? Mia's tail flitted about as she watched on, only to have the silence interrupted by her boyfriend. "Ok. I'm going. You can stay here, but I'm going. I'm not going to jail for some fucking spray cans." God he could be insufferable at times.

As the sun set, darkness swallowed the city. One by one, the street lights started to flicker on. The quiet of the city was replaced by the dull humming of fluorescent lights. The sound of an engine starting rang out through the alley with the sputtering of exhaust as that lone squad car seemingly pulled away. "Wait, Robbie! Look!" The feline pointed at the bakery, tugging her boyfriend's sleeve as the car vanished. "We need to go now, we might not get another shot... he could be back any second." She peered up at the taller Dalmatian with an almost pleading look on her face. He hadn't seen that look often. Fuck. What choice did he have? The two sprinted across the street towards the opposite alleyway. This would be quick. In and out, no worries.

They made it across without any issues. It was dark, save for one lamp on the street bringing mild illumination to the otherwise pitch black alleyway. This had to be the last time they did this, for sure. The Dalmatian never wanted to cut it this close. He'd never been arrested before. In fact, he'd never really... gotten into trouble before. Maybe this would be the experience that finally snapped his girlfriend out of her bad habits. The Leopardess scrambled about on the grimy pavement, grabbing the cans of spray paint and stuffing them into her hoody pockets.

Robbie decided it would be better to keep watch near the entrance to the alley, just in case the cop made another pass. "Hurry up - let's get the fuck out of here." The sound of urgency was thick on his voice. He turned around to speak to her again, but something caused his words to hitch in his throat. In the back of the alley, a figure started to move. Before the Dalmatian could even shout a warning, the figure bolted from the shadows and tackled the young feline against the cold, dirty pavement.

"Got you, you little bitch." Logan pinned the much smaller body down below his frame, her struggles doing little to dissuade him. "Robbie! HELP!" She screamed out in panic, her paws scratching at the ground as she wriggled as best she could under the weight of the massive German Shepard. Wasn't even a contest, she couldn't squirm her way free no matter how hard she tried. So there she was, pressed face first into the muck as Logan held her down with one paw, rising to a knee above her as he dug the other into the small of her back, making sure she wasn't going anywhere. His free paw fished around on his belt for a pair of handcuffs, and the whole time this was happening, Robbie stood there in shock. It was a cop. He knew this was going to happen. Fuck, he knew this was going to happen... those words echoed in his head. What should he do? He couldn't just help her; this guy was nearly two times his size.

"Don't you fuckin' move, kid." The Shepard was staring straight at him. He'd pinned his struggling, crying girlfriend into the ground and was cuffing her right there in front of his very eyes. "All this trouble over this, huh?" The sound of metal clanked as those cuffs were fitted onto the poor Leopardess, who continued to struggle and spit profanities at her captor. "But you got me a nice paycheck. Didn't think you'd be such a pretty lil' thing, though." Logan grinned, pressing himself down into the girl as he finally managed to clasp the cuffs around her wrists. "Get the FUCK off of me, you -pig.- ROBBIE!" Mia pleaded for the Dalmatian, gazing at him as best she could from her current position. He stared back. He watched as this Shepard clasped the cuffs onto her wrists. He watched as tears welled up in her eyes as she waited for him to come save her. What could he do?

He ran.

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He didn't know how long he'd been running. It was dark, it was cold - and they had just gotten busted by the police. How many times did he have to tell her this would happen before it was too late? The young Dalmatian felt horrible. He left her there. She needed him and he left her there. It was a split second decision. Surely she'd understand. He'd post her bail and explain what happened. His tail hung between his legs, he couldn't stop thinking about her face. She looked so betrayed as he left her. He'd been circling the block a few streets away from the bakery for a good half an hour by this point. It was such a quiet night, eerily so. The brief buzzing of cars in the distance were the only noises that really stood out apart from the low ambient noises of the cool evening. She'd forgive him, right? Fuck. He made a mistake. He should've helped her. "Robbie, you idiot... you fucking idiot. You need to go back." The Dalmatian muttered to himself under his breath. He needed to go and see if they were still there. By this point, it was probably too late. She was likely already at the station, waiting for him. Waiting to chew his ass out. But he had to check, just to be sure. "Please be safe..."

He made his way towards the bakery, thinking up excuses in his mind. Thinking of things he could tell Mia that might sate her inevitable bloodlust for certain Dalmatians. He snickered a little bit. Despite all this, he was amused by the fact that she'd never let him live this down. He'd be a slave to her beck and call for months to come. As Robbie approached the street, he crouched down along the wall... there were no squad cars. There was.. nothing. Just the same eerie silence that had washed over the city as the evening struck. Just... quiet... wait, not.. entirely quiet. The canine's sensitive ears picked up a noise. A faint noise that grew louder as he got closer to the alleyway. What the fuck was that noise? He furrowed his brow, slinking along the wall. Getting closer and closer, his hoody scraping along the brick as he pressed close. His nose twitched. What was that smell? He knew that smell. The noises, they sounded like low grunts. The Dalmatian's heart began to beat faster. His breathing picked up. And then he heard it. A feminine cry - no, not a cry.. but a moan. Mia. No, there was no way. He scrambled towards the alley, making sure to sneak up quietly as he approached the corner. The noises were louder, the smell was stronger... and he could her a wet slap in time with every grunt. Robbie peered around the corner, and what he saw nearly broke his heart.

They were still here, Mia and that German Shepard. But not in the manner Robbie had hoped to find them. Right before his eyes, the scene unfolded - and neither of them seemed to notice his presence. The Leopardess had been stripped of all clothing, her jet black fur illuminated by the single street lamp in an almost angelic manner, if not for the position she was currently in. The small female was pressed up against the cold brick of the building, her arms extended above her head and handcuffed to a protruding pipe. She was being held up by him, his pants unbuckled and hanging lazily off of his waist. One paw gripped a thick, round asscheek to hold her steady, while the other pressed firmly into the wall behind her head. He had this look of victory plastered to his visage, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he stared directly into her eyes. Smoke billowed up from his nostrils, and with every occasional breath, he'd exhale a thick plume of it right into his victim's face. "That's a good girl. Keep this up and I might just let you off the hook, yeah..?" Mia simply groaned in response, turning her head from him. Robbie couldn't believe what was transpiring in front of him. He felt frozen in place - he couldn't even make a sound. He wanted to yell out, to run over there and push this male away.. but he couldn't. His eyes were drawn to their joining...

He watched as the Shepard drew his hips back ever so slowly. There was a slick, slurping noise that filled the alley... followed by spatters that seemed too loud to be true. He didn't want to see this, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. Not when he saw that thick, drooling cock that had been stuffing his girlfriend for the past half an hour. It was massive... how could he even fit in the small feline? Mia bit her lip, arching her back and pressing her chest into Logan's fur. Was she enjoying this? There was another slick dripping noise, and Robbie peered back down to get a good look. Sure enough, the Shepard's cock slopped out of her pussy with an audible slurp... absolutely drenched in their mingled juices. He could see it glistening in the dim lighting that was provided.

There was so much cum... had they been fucking this whole time? Logan's shaft was a dripping mess, and Robbie could even see the frothy rings that clung to his meat where Mia had clamped down on him during an intense orgasm. He made her cum? But she was being held against her will... and then it hit him. The Dalmatian knew he couldn't simply pry this mountain of a dog off of his girlfriend. But if he could perhaps record her being abused against her will... at least he could fuck this guy over, right?

The smaller canine shakily reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone, steadying himself as best he could as he clicked the record button. Yeah, that's all he needed to do. Just catch this fucker in the act, there's no way he could refute video evidence. Robbie brought the phone up to his eye level, angling it so he got both of them in frame... and did his best to record his own girlfriend getting railed by another man.

"Fuck you're tight, you know that?" Logan grunted out as he rolled his hips back up into his prize. That slick length wedged right between her folds, sliding up along her clit as he spread their combined wetness between them. Thick strings of his jizz webbed along his shaft to her pussy and thighs as he hotdogged her cunt, really working his seed into her fur. Looked real nice, too... all that black speckled with white. "F-fuck you, you piece of shit..." Mia almost moaned those words out, one leg moving to wrap along the small of his back... pulling him closer and sandwiching his cock between their bellies. "Watch your mouth; I'm being generous with you..." He took another long puff on his cigarette as the Leopardess rolled her hips, her tail flicking back and forth restlessly. There they were, pressed so close together... Robbie could barely see a thing. Shame, too. The view would've been really nice. Logan's cock twitched between them as rivulets of precum oozed from his tip, marking the fur of Mia's tummy as it started to stick together and mat. As he pulled back slightly, Robbie got a front row seat - his phone recording the webs of spunk that bridged the two together, such a sticky mess between them.

It didn't take long for the large canine to get back to work, reaching down with his free paw as the other held her up. Of course, she was clinging to him anyways... so she wasn't going anywhere. His paw wrapped around the base of his shaft, giving a few idle pumps and milking a couple healthy dollops of pre onto her thigh as he massaged his growing knot. Robbie couldn't believe how much this guy could produce. It was getting -everywhere.- It was all over his pants, stuck between her thighs, clinging to his dick... drooling off of it in gooey ropes that seemed to have the consistency of glue. The Shepard pressed the tip right into her folds, leaning in close now... watching her. She wasn't turning away at this point. Why was she staring back at him? She was just being assaulted by this guy... she had to be playing along. Yeah, that was it. Robbie rationalized that she was simply playing along. She was still cuffed after all, and the moment he took them off... she'd bolt. He had to keep recording now. This guy was going to get fucked over. The Dalmatian even grinned to himself a bit. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had the upper hand.

"You like that, yeah?" The large canine licked his chops, wiggling his hips as the tip of his cock slipped back inside... his paw milking and jerking at the inches that weren't stuffed inside quite yet. Robbie could see Mia visibly twitch and arch her back every now and again. What the fuck was he doing..? He crouched down a bit, almost on his belly to get a better angle subconsciously. He watched as that meaty shaft twitched in time with Mia's arching. He couldn't be... "Fuck, no way..." The Dalmatian muttered under his breath without even knowing it. The Shepard was milking spunk into her as he massaged his knot... every twitch indicated another spurt of thick Shep seed. No wonder she was twitching and crying out... it's like he had an endless supply of stamina. It didn't take long for it to start pooling out around his shaft and paw, working that nut along his knot.

"Your boyfriend was a lucky guy... how'd he land a girl like you?" Logan puffed on his cigarette as he spoke, really working his cum... his paw was coated, and the way he jerked himself off into her, it began to look like a frothy cream clung to his dick. "I... I don't..." The Leopardess panted out, her back arched - tits pressed out and on display for her new lover. "I don't know.. I don't.. know.." Mia's toes curled at the feeling of being so full. She could feel his hot spunk oozing out around his tip. She could feel the tingling sensation of it swimming inside of her. "Ain't so lucky anymore." He let out another deep grunt as that paw left his shaft. The Shepard simply wiped it on Mia's abdomen, staining her fur with more of his seed before bracing it against the cool brick again. He drew his hips back just enough before giving a heavy thrust, the first one Robbie got to witness since he stumbled across the two. She certainly couldn't stop herself from crying out in bliss. It sounded... genuine. Her legs wrapped around the large dog's hips and pulled him -deep.- That knot kissed her folds as a very lewd 'squelch' rang out in the poor Dalmatian's ears. All that cum had been displaced by Logan's impressive length... thick gouts of spooge splattering along the wall after he thrust himself inside. The gooey substance clung messily to whatever it touched, leaving a constant reminder that she was being claimed. Even if she was playing along, this guy was fucking her senseless. Robbie tried not to think about that as he continued to record, watching as the heavy substance oozed into a small puddle on the pavement below.

"Un...uncuff me... please.." Her voice was laced with pleasure, dripping with lust. She squirmed in his grip, her toes curling, legs squeezed tight around his waist. This was the moment. Robbie knew this was the moment she'd make her escape. "How could I say no to such a pretty lil' face.." He smirked, that free paw slipping down to fish out the key for her cuffs. She couldn't stop moving against him, rolling her hips into his cock as it was wedged so deeply inside of her. Little grunts and moans of pleasure constantly escaping her throat. The only sounds that matched her consistency were the sounds of Logan's cum splattering onto the ground every couple of seconds. He gave another wiggle of his hips, literally stirring her insides. The sights and sounds... they were hard to describe. So vulgar, the squishing of such an amount of spunk just couldn't be ignored. Robbie tried his best to contain himself, he just had to wait a few moments more. She was getting uncuffed.. she'd run to him any second now. He kept recording, watching through the little window as the Shepard released her from her bindings. The cuffs clanked as they fell to the side... She could run any time now. Robbie waited. He watched on that little phone... he watched as her arms moved to gently clasp around his neck, her eyes, half-lidded constantly staring into his own.

His heart sunk. She... was enjoying this. Her paws gripped the thick fur of his neck and pulled him in close, parting her lips and kissing him without a single regret. Unexpected, but certainly not something the larger male was going to complain about. He reached up and caught his cigarette between his digits before bracing his paw on the wall again, the dull billowing smoke simply accenting their figures as they fucked right in front of her boyfriend. Logan let his tongue play against her own, lost in the moment as he started to pump his hips again. Slap. Slap. Slap. Robbie couldn't believe this. He was fucking her. The Dalmatian slowly rose to his feet, dropping his phone on the ground with a loud crack. It was still recording. He didn't care. His mouth hung wide open, a look of shock spreading across his features. There's no way she could be enjoying this.

But she was. He watched as Logan pumped his girth into her over and over again. Every time he pulled out, there was a thin film of Mia's juices that white-washed his shaft. Those thick rings of her arousal marked the spots where her muscles really gripped at him on a particularly good thrust. The Shep's balls bounced off the smooth curve of her ass each time, also soaked with his own jizz... giving her backside a healthy speckling from the sheer amount. If this kept up, she'd be dripping his seed. Well, technically... she already was. Robbie blinked. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He couldn't stop himself. He made his way up behind the two, quietly padding along... Fuck, did they even notice him there? Did they even care? He needed to stop this.

The poor Dalmatian reached out, getting a nice pawful of the Shepard's shirt... tugging softly. He didn't even speak. Logan cocked a brow, looking back over his shoulder as he continued to stuff the Leopardess. It was that punk from earlier. The fuck was he doing back here? He nearly broke the kiss with his current claim to say something, but before he could... Mia uncurled one of her legs from the Shepard's waist, pressing her toes right into Robbie's chest. She locked eyes with him, even as she was being kissed by this bigger canine... before they fluttered shut, lost to bliss. The smaller dog felt his heart catch in his throat, and before he could do anything... Mia pushed him away. Robbie lost his grip on Logan's shirt as he stumbled backwards, a white hot rage building in his chest. The Dalmatian lost it, lunging forward to wrap his arms around the Shepard's neck. He pulled and pulled, trying to pry the larger canine off of his girlfriend. Then he felt it. He was stunned for a moment. Wobbled backwards. Robbie could see the Shepard's elbow as if it had jutted out... he felt a warm rush of liquid cross his muzzle. Blood? He could taste the metallic sensation in his mouth... and he got dizzy. "Just fuck off kid, she's busy..." Those words echoed in his ears and things started to get fuzzy. This had to be a dream. He couldn't stand any longer, falling backwards with a loud thud.

Then blackness.

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There was a loud ringing. So loud. Fuck, it hurt. Everything was white, he couldn't see a thing. It was hard to breathe. The Dalmatian's head was throbbing. What the hell happened? And why was it so fucking hard to breathe? Robbie started to panic, tried to get up.. but he couldn't. He tried to move, but it felt like his body was numb and unresponsive. Everything was fuzzy, and the sounds were all muted. His paws scrambled to push whatever was on top of him off, if only to get a proper gulp of air. It was no use. His vision started to clear up, the fuzziness that blinded him sharpening. What was going on...? He was lying down, and could make out movement directly above his head. He blinked a few times, and then squinted. He was greeted with a wet sensation that splattered over his cheek. Was that..? No, he couldn't believe it. As the small canine's senses started to return, he could see just what held him in place.

Logan's boot was pressed firmly against the poor Dalmatian's throat, holding him in place quite effectively. His paws scratched and clawed at the hard leather, but no matter what he did, he couldn't budge the larger Shepard. He felt weak, and it was difficult to breathe... but he was aware enough to witness something horrible. Well, horrible for him at least. The Leopardess was bent over at the waist, her tail coiled up and around Logan's neck. Little paws braced on the brick wall as her back arched, showing off those perky breasts for anyone who happened to pass by. The German Shepard was behind her, one paw braced on the wall above her head while the other gripped at her thigh, hoisting her leg up and against his waist so he could rail her at the perfect angle. This also allowed Robbie to get the perfect view of her little cunt being absolutely stuffed -full- of Shep dick. He had no choice in the matter, anyways. Logan was using him as leverage to fuck her all the better. Every pump of his hips would dig his boot into the Dalmatian's throat, causing him to wince slightly. He could see that cock spreading and claiming Mia from him... they must've been fucking for quite some time now, because her front side was drenched. Webs of cum slickened her thighs and pussy, those heavy ropes pulling and contracting each time the Shepard rolled his hips. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. There were particularly long, gooey strands of cum that reached up to her abdomen, clinging to her fur and marking her quite plainly.

Every few thrusts would send dribbles of juices down onto Robbie's muzzle, beginning to coat his features as they continued to rut above him. He couldn't tear his eyes from their joining. That thick, bulbous knot squeezed right against her folds each time Logan pressed himself close... grunting in bliss as he felt her walls try to suck him inside. Mia even reached down with one of her paws, gripping the Shepard's swinging nuts - only to massage and grope at them as he thrust. Her digits were sticky with his jizz, and as she that sticky substance back to her tongue to lick clean? There was no mistaking the fact that she now belonged to another. At least for the time being. Her asscheeks rippled and jiggled enticingly with every slap of Logan's hips. His breathing started to pick up, every pump eliciting a cry from the little Leopardess. "Ready for another, sweetheart?" He growled those words, pulling her leg tight to his hip. He stuffed himself deep, rolling his knot against her folds as she whimpered and whined. "Just fucking do it... do it!" Mia begged, her claws scratching at the brick as her tail coiled almost vice-like around his neck. That's all Logan needed to hear. A few more thrusts. His shaft slopped in and out of her gooey pussy, pulling more and more of their juices out with it each time... until he slammed back in, squeezing his knot against her labia. The girl's eyes started to widen, her breath hitched in her throat... and then... 'pop.' Robbie watched as that swollen knot squished into her, trying his best not to pass out as Logan exhaled deeply, his balls pulling up and twitching every now and again. He was creaming her for the... fuck. Who knows how many times she'd been seeded at this point.

The Shepard began to draw his hips back, and the Leopardess could do nothing to stop him. Her back was arched, unable to utter a sound as Logan pulled backwards.. once.. twice.. a third time, before popping his knot out with a satisfied sigh. "Shit, don't think I've had a fuck that good in years.." He grunted... lifting his boot from Robbie's throat as he pulled the rest of his dick out of Mia's abused sex. Almost immediately, the Dalmatian gasped for air... unfortunately for him, as the Shep's knot slipped free, so did all of that spunk... right into Robbie's mouth and splattered across his face. He sputtered a bit, dizzy from the lack of air... and now covered in this other male's jizz. At this point, the Dalmatian just laid there, defeated. He didn't have the will the resist anymore.

"I'm a man of my word, darlin'. You were good, so I guess I can let you off with a warning this time." The large Shep smirked as he pulled up his pants, working at the belt before clasping it. He was covered in semen, and stunk of sex - but it had been a pretty good night. Certainly worth all the trouble this week. Mia simply slumped up against the wall, shivering.. idly pawing at her slightly gaped pussy, thick rivulets of Shepard spunk drooling over her paw and onto the ground. She couldn't even speak. Didn't matter, he'd had his fun.

"Hey, Malcolm. Pull the car around front." The static buzz of the walkie-talkie filled the quiet alleyway.

"Wait.. what?" Robbie blinked, before feeling something grip at the scruff of his neck. Still disoriented, the small canine stumbled to his feet as he was yanked up and pushed into the cold brick, his paws being forced behind his back as he felt cool steel cuff around his wrists.

"Sorry, gotta take someone in. Vandalism n' all." Logan smirked, stuffing a cigarette into his maw before pulling on the collar of Robbie's hoodie, dragging him along as they made their way out towards the bakery.

"Wait.. I don't have enough money to post bail.." Mia muttered, sitting there in a puddle of their juices, still wobbly from her little encounter. The sounds of a squad car's sirens filled the night air as she watched her boyfriend get tossed into the backseat. Logan peered back over his shoulder, admiring his handiwork before winking.

"Go clean yourself up and swing by tomorrow. I'm sure we can figure something out."

-To Be Continued-