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All I could think was “He looks mad."

He just sat there glaring as his nostrils flaring like a bull.

“You look mad." I said bluntly, better to say what was on my mind than try to think of something to calm him down. I knew him and that sort of thing tended to make it worst.

He forced a horribly sarcastic smile.

“Mad, why would I be the least bit mad?" He huffed.

“This department has enough problems without you running around playing Batman all day."

“Actually batman never actually killed any-"

“I don't give two shits. The fact of the matter is that I can't have you unsupervised anymore and since we have been covering for your actions since you were dismissed it would look real bad for us to bring you in. So sadly I have to offer you a job."

“That sounds nice and all but sitting in a hot cruiser waiting on the next call to change some old lady's tire or to be called down to sniff out a suspect like some dog doesn't sound like something I want to go back to doing."

“Exactly. That's why you are being put to better use. You are better suited for SWAT as Sargent Fleischer, if you would be willing to accept."

I sat quietly for a moment. He has to be up to something.

“This way we can keep an eye on you better. You get more action and it is a little easier to explain one getting killed in a SWAT than is to explain how a guy ended up with half a phone in his neck. A landline at that ...Who has those anymore?"

“Right?!" I said after my lengthy pause.

“But as for your offer, of course I am going to accept."

“You start next week, so take this next week to relax. You will need it."

We finished our little talk and I left the station with a new pep in my step and a devilish grin.

“Time to celebrate." I said to myself. It was time after news like that and I knew the perfect place.

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Ahh, The Office. It was great to be back at the greatest bar in town.

I am sure you have one in yours. That one that is always kind of busy but not busy enough where you can still talk to the bartenders. The prices aren't very high and the stools are all out to kill you kind of thing.

Plus what a name. It gives you the perfect alibi.

“Oh where were you honey?" Your wife or gf might ask

“I was at the office!"

It's just perfect and all around funny, at least to me. Then again I tend to find humor in just about everything..unfortunately. it's hard for me to turn that part off sometimes and it can get me into trouble for obvious reasons.

I liked this place beyond its rickety interior. It was one of the only places that actually welcomed anthros inside.

I sat down into one of those murderous stools and signaled the bartender. A cute but kind of chubby white human girl who sauntered over and placed her arms wide over the back of the counter like she was about to do a push.

“What you wnat?"

She said hastily but with a smile.

“I was just wondering if the lights are on."

“I think so. Couldn't tell you who flipped em on but I'm hearing good things."

Damn, I thought to myself. This was another draw to the bar, the gloryhole and to get in you need to know the code. Then they give you the key to the handicap stall, conveniently located close enough to the woman's restroom to have a little fun. Though it was hit or miss if it was a guy or a girl behind the wall. It's the risk you took.

I drummed my fingers on the wood table as I weighed my options.

“Ah screw it. I need to go see who turned them on."

She then pushed off the counter and grabbed the key with the big metal plate of metal on the keyring, just so it couldn't get lost.

“I have been hearing though that the lights are pretty bright tonight." She said with a winking smile.

I responded with a grin of my own before making my way to the men's room.

They had a neat little system here which kind of eliminated the prostitution sting that cops could put on this place.

If one were to be the sucker they needed to ask for the key personally. Then the suckees would just need to file into the men's room. Once inside you would slip your mini you through the hole right away. Then the sucker would draw with their finger a number on your mini you and that would be the price for the service. Sometimes you got lucky and it was free but usually then you know it's a guy.

This time though it seems I had gotten lucky again and I could feel the finger tracing a 2… then a 0.

20 bucks for a blowjob? I guess that's fine but damn. Then again most girls on Craigslist ask for like 45 “flowers" for your basic blow and go.

I slipped myself out and fished out my wallet, rolled up the 20 to slip it through the hole easier. As I leaned down I saw a furry hand push through the hole holding a crisp $20 bill.

I was confused and looked through the hole and saw a terrifyingly yellow eye with a white toothy grin smiling at me through the dark hole in the wall.

They clearly saw my look of confusion as they giggled.

“Come around, I will unlock the door."

The hand shook the bill as if they still wanted me to take which of course I did. I was horribly confused but aroused that the voice sounded feminine. Then again some guys today and their hormone pills can really fool you. Now all the Trans girls don't sound like an angry biker but a sweet petite lady.

I left the men's room and knocked on the door of the women's just down the hall a ways. I didn't hear anything so I turned the knob and pushed it open.

It was dark, no lights or anything, which was ironic now that I thought about it. The only light was the one coming through the hole that led into the men's room.

“Come over here." The same voice I heard before spoke again as I walked over to the only stall in the bathroom. The girls room was kind of an after thought for this place and was actually part of the men's room first.

I stepped closer and stood in front of the figure and unzipped, not playing coy with this one.

The figure then pulled out a phone and clicked the screen on and used the back light as a flashlight and began to examine my member. I was kind d of lucky with my equipment down there, not because it was huge or anything, well compared to humans it was bigger but compared to other anthros I was just painfully average. Though the color made it unique, pure black.

“I never seen such coloration before." The voice said again while the figures paw began to stroke me off.

“Yeah some of us win the genetic lottery."

I heard the figure chuckle as it turned the phone around to let the light shine on her body. They were curvy, dark fur of some kind, not sure entirely due to the bad lighting but they did offer a quick peak under the black skirt they were wearing and their was no doubt that the figure was all woman.

To say I was hard at the new information would of been an understatement. I could hear her giggling as she stroked me off obviously feeling the excitement pulsing through my shaft.

“So you're a woman, furry, and working a gloryhole but...you paid me, isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

I waited for a responce before the hot sensation wrapped around my tip as I shuttered in surprise and pleasure as the woman started to suck st my tip, but only for a moment before pulling back.

“Yeah but I thought it would be hot to pay a guy for once. If you don't want it I'll take it back and just do this for free?"

If I was a lesser man I would of frosted that woman right then and there.

“I couldn't possibly destroy a fantasy of yours especially when you are right in the middle of it."

“Such a gentleman." She said in a sarcastic tone and went back to work. This time she wasn't even thinking about teasing. He took bobbing was percise, her tongue was like a well oiled tool working every inch of me perfectly. This was not her first rodeo. Damn near could of been her millionth customer with how well she worked it. Then I started to wonder what kind of prize one would get if their were the one millionth. Then again what kind of prize would the giver get for not only giving a million blowjob but for keeping track of them all. That has to be a peace prize for sure.

My mental ramblings were interrupted by my body starting to shiver a bit as I was getting close already. If it wasn't for that damn dirty talk I probably could of lasted longer.

“Tell me when you are about to cum. I don't mind where it goes just give me a heads up."

I just grunted as I placed my paw on the back of her head, my fingers coiling through her soft hair and fur.

A few more bobs and few extra links I groaned.

“Here it comes."

I said but barely in time as I started cum on “it". I heard her groan and her mouth pull back. She started to cough as I frantically reached down and kept stroking myself. Yeah it was selfish to do since I should be taking care of the poor girl whom almost drowned in my cum but I wasn't ruining my orgasm for some stranger.

Her coughs stopped and a gasp or two she was better it sounded like.

“God you enjoyed yourself a little too much there."

“Sorry." I said quickly, letting my limp shaft droop in front of me.

“It's fine, just go get some paper towels and turn on the light. You got it everywhere on me."

“Mission accomplished."

I could almost hear her eyes roll as I said that. I went back to where the sink was, turned on the light and grabbed paper towels. A lot for her and a few for me to wipe down myself.

When I came back my eyes widened as I saw the violet lapine, my therapist covered in my cum. The very one who kept denying me a date.. I was speechless, my heart raced as I became erect instantly as she looked and her eyes widened as mine did a few moments ago.

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I don't know how we got there but all I knew is we were in bed. Who's bed I really couldn't be sure. The car ride here was just a blur of passing streetlights.

She was on top of me after she had used me on my back onto the bed. She was wild, crazed even.

“Where are we?” I asked in a hurried and slightly out of breath as the frisky rabbit took to unbuttoning my shirt.

“My house.” She answered as she tore open the front of my shirt and then proceeded to run her paws up and down my chest.

My head fell back into the sheets as my gaze locked onto the ceiling, knowing if I looked down at the ravenous bun that I would over excite myself.

I suddenly gasped and winced a bit as the soft paw massage turned… different. A sharp pain danced in a line down my chest a s I looked up over myself at the bun.

“What the hell was that?”

She just giggled and wiggled her paws at me.

“Aww is the big bad predator unset that he got scratched?”

I shook my head.

“No, I just didn't think you could scratch because you're a, you know.”

She just looked at me.

“Rabbits have claws. Not big ones but they get the job done.”

I shifted a bit on the coveres as the began to comb my chest with her claws.

“I was only trying to see if I can get that dark side out of you that you keep hiding from me in our sessions.”

I grumbled.

“You don’t want to see that.”

I winced as she dug her nails into me again.

“Yes I do.” She said plainly as ran her nail yet again across my chest.

“Would you stop that?”

“It’s for science.”

I growled again.

“Show it to me. Show me that inner beast.”

I just rolled my eyes at her before looking back up at the ceiling until another sharp pain shot through my chest and I could feel the blood begin to drip out of the agitated wounds before my mind went blank.

I only came too what I thought was a few moments later but things were not as I left it. Instead of my precious view of the up at the ceiling it was now directed down as I faced the bunny underneath me. I was breathing heavy, my lips peeled back as I was growling angrily. The violet rabbit’s throat firmly in my paw as I pinned her to the bed.

Her expression was terrified, but only for a moment, just before it melted into a deviant glare.

“There it is.” She said smugly

I said nothing as I watched a drop of my own blood drip down onto her bright violet colored underbelly.

This rabbit seemed to have a death wish.