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I lay there in the afterglow, my body covered in sweat, wrapped in his arms. He felt sturdy, like a supporting bulwark against a raging sea. I never knew cops could have so many uses.

"Hmmmm sweet stag."

Nuzzling against his body we spooned for a long time. His fat cock was still buried inside me, slightly soft but still sturdy too, like the rest of him. His musclegut felt good against my back, almost as much as the feel of his cock spreading my hole and the rough feel of his black and white coat on mine.

Then there were the arms and legs. Both like tree trunks, I felt his arms around my flanks almost crushing me but in a good way. His forearms wrapped me in a protective cocoon, hands clasped around my chest, and his thighs enfolded mine. I was wrapped like a Christmas present in a bull wrapper. All he needed was a bow.

"Better even than I imagined."

I smiled at that, the idea that he had imagined what our fucking could be like, and the thought that I had somehow exceeded expectations. Always leave them wanting more was David's favourite saying. I had proven a bad pupil after all.

"Not bad for a copper Mike..."

He responded to my teasing by giving me a sudden thrust of his cock. I bleated as he slapped my prostate just right, my own cock springing to life again somehow after far more orgasms than I was used to for a long time.

"Bloody civilians..."

"Then arrest me Sergeant, for insulting police..."

He went one better, handcuffing me to the bed. I had police fantasies since the early days with David, and it terrified me and aroused me to new heights. Laid on my back, with my arms shackled to the bedposts, I was completely at his mercy, and harder than ever before.

My bull knelt between my legs, and lifted my thighs easily, wrapping my hooves together in the hollow of his back just above his tail, and he slid his cocktip against my leaking length. The feel of his skin drove me wild, and I wanted more and told him so in no uncertain terms. The bull was in charge though, and he just mooed and kept about his casual demonic teasing as if I had never opened my muzzle.

I was begging by the time he had rubbed my scrotum into a frenzy with his cock, and nudged under it to press against my aching pucker but never quite entered. I felt him spread me then withdraw, over and over, and I writhed in my bonds and begged and pleaded and felt his hand grip my cock and jerk me to the edge and leave me there, helpless, needy and dripping, and he finally entered me with just the fat head of his cock. He used his head to batter a way inside me, always slowly though, always taking his time. This one liked to take his time, no place for the wild rush of adolescent anguish, just a long slow and thorough fucking that built inexorably.

Laid over my prone form me looked into my eyes, hands on my shoulders like claws digging into flesh, and stared into me as he pounded my depths. I needed his hand on my cock so much, the pleasure building but stalling over and over, and I swore at him like a dockworker calling him a cunt and a bastard and begging him while he ignored everything and just kept fucking me with the same steady rhythm.

The twinkle in his eyes told me he saw something, and I felt it too. The burn began to build, finally, too much to contain. I screamed as I shot, coating my belly in cum, and he began to thrust wildly, eyes now closed, head against mine as he sought his own end. His gasps and cries felt so good, as I held him now, my body quiet, orgasm drained, while his was just getting going. I felt his cock inside me, twitching on the brink, then the final hard spasm of climax, accompanied by a deep growl of release.

Afterwards we lay like that, sweat on sweat, fur on fur, muzzles together kissing easily, until he rolled onto his side, his cock pulling from my raw hole with a regretful plop. He managed to get the condom off and deposited it on the bedside table, and returned to the spooning that had started this again, but this time with his cock now satisfactorily soft nudging into the cleft of my ass and coating my tail in the remains of his orgasm.

He did finally release me, after much coaxing and for a moment I thought he would leave me handcuffed forever. I didn't realise he had an evil streak, or a sexy streak. I was learning.

"So am I better than horsefeatures?"

I wondered how long it would take. My bull was competitive after all.

"Pretty good...though he aint bad for a colt."

The snort was eloquent, and he tweaked my nipple. I pushed it into his hand, wanting more,, but instead he teased the tip, and I felt my nub swelling from his attentions. It was distracting, but pleasant.

"What is it about him that made you go so stupid Nigel. I know, I know, I have no right to ask...I'm just curious is all."

Nuzzled into his arms, I guess I felt I could talk for once. The memories came easily as the regrets once did.

"A few things I guess. For one, he reminds me of me a bit."

"Come on, you weren't on the streets..."

"No Mike, but not far off. My dad was a loser, and he knew it, and when he found I was gay, it gave him someone to blame. I ended up with an uncle and aunt with no money, which was fine because nobody in my family had any anyway, but it was tough. I got used to having nothing, and being nothing. I wasn't on the streets, but it was close, and when I ended up with David, it was a kind of arrangement at first."

"What do you mean?"

I closed my eyes and remembered. It was not pretty.

"I basically conned my way into a job, and bought it with my body. I may not have been turning tricks Mike, but it was only a matter of degree. I was just luckier than Andy, that's all."

"I didn't realise...the way you talk about David, I thought he was the love of your life."

I smiled at that, and pulled him closer to me.

"Mike, not everything is black and white like you are taught in the academy. He was the love of my life...he was also a guy who liked using a young vulnerable guy for sex. Its not mutually exclusive. Back when I was young, it was not an easy life at all, and you made compromises a lot."

The bull grumbled deep in his chest and licked my shoulder. I let out a sigh and backed against his groin, loving the feeling of a soft cock for once. The teenage colt's stamina was a bit wearing I had to admit, and somehow the easy intimacy of feeling his soft length against me was a pleasure. No needs now, just sharing, and enjoying it.

"Things are better now Nige. We have come a long way."

Now it was my turn to grumble.

"Has it Mike? Like it has for Andy, getting thrown out of home? Or for you...are you out at work? Why not? Bet they know anyway, but you just don't talk about it so they don't have to face it. And have you asked yourself why you are still a Sergeant and not a Senior Sergeant after all this time when less qualified furs have gone past you?"

"Hey! You don't know shit deer..."

"Oh, I know I'm no better. I don't make a fuss, don't make a scene, don't make anyone at work face the reality of who I am. I'm part of it too."

"So what is the answer oh wise stag?"

"I don't know. All I know is that we are still the problem. Maybe not as bad as during the 80's when half my friends died and people wouldn't rent to gays because "fags are a bad risk" or they thought you could catch AIDS off toilet seats. Everyone is all so very enlightened now, except we are still the problem, not the people who hate us. We dance around it, accommodating the dickheads and the mouth breathers who hurl abuse and vitriol because heaven forbid if we ever make them feel bad about being homophobic shits, and instead we internalise it until we hate ourselves almost as much as they do."

I was on a roll now, and shaking, and my bull held me to his body and stroked my antlers to calm me. I wasn't for calming, even as good as it felt.

"So what's the answer Nigel?"

"I don't know. All I know is, I can't blame that colt for who he is. And I can't blame myself for feeling drawn to him. I've travelled in his hooves too long, and if I seem to have done better, it's a matter of degree."

"Maybe we are just stronger. No matter what we have thrown at us we come back again and again, in spite of them. Love finds a way...even to you."

"Maybe Mike, but some days I wish we didn't have to be so strong."

"What's the other reasons...you said there were a few?"

I had to laugh a bit then. My officer was a persistent questioner. I hated to think what it would be like being a suspect in his sights.

"My first love...crush...nah, love...was a young stallion in school. He didn't have a blonde mane, which is just as well because Andy is even sexier than Peter was and I could barely keep my hands off Pete, but he was my idea of perfection. I still have a soft spot for stallions, ever since."

"Now the truth comes out...just another equine obsessed gay guy..."

It sounded a bit bitter, and I knew I was treading dangerous territory, but if we were to have a future it needed to be dealt with so I persisted.

"Not obsessed Mike, but I will always feel a bit of a tingle around equines. Call it memories of lost loves...and there was no way it was going to work with Pete. He was straight as they come, and in spite of how much he played around with me and I loved the easy physicality of our relationship, I knew I would only mean so much. He would let me bring him off with my hand, and suck his nipples, and even holy of holies give him a blowjob, but we never kissed and I knew we never would. This was about getting off, not love. Ironic that I only found that love with David once we stopped fucking. Maybe you cant have both?"

I felt a kiss on my neck, in places that sent shivers along my antlers, and hands rubbing my chest. The bull seemed to relax a bit.

"Well, as long as I am not competing...and I am not right?"

"Mike, I don't know what this is, and I don't know where we are going. But I don't think I could ever feel about the colt the same as I can about you. Just understand why I can't _not_care about him either."

He digested that for a while, and then got out of bed with a sigh. I knew I wasn't being what he needed, but it was early days for me. This was still uncomfortably new.

He was heading for the bathroom when he tripped over something, swearing eloquently as he nursed his ankle.

"Fucking shit...whats this?"

I saw he had the colt's backpack in his hand. I didn't realise Andy had left it, and the fact he had gave me a little warm feeling I tried to ignore. It meant he would come back, and I knew that was something I should regret but instead welcomed.

The bull was going through it now with the thoroughness of an investigator. I had to admire it, even as I felt in a way he was violating a privacy I should be helping maintain.

"Jacket...some random junk...hey, whats this? Fuck...I remember these..."

He had found the stick mag too it seemed, and I found myself suddenly a bit jealous watching my new lover admiring naked stallions quite so openly. His leer was all lust, nothing else, and it made me question just what I was doing given how much that made me mad.

"Fucking stallions...have it so good. Weird thing to have, didn't know kids these days still had them..."

"Its an old edition, I know because I had the same one I stole from a gay bookstore in Commercial Road."

"Bad stag, I should arrest you. Hmmm...something in this side pocket..."

He drew it out into the light and looked it over carefully. Something small and leather. He tossed it to me.

"Well...I must admit I thought the name was a fake, but at least his first name seems right."

The article turned out to be a wallet, handmade in leather, with the name 'Andy' stitched into the front. Crude but somehow homely, it was a touch of personality that made me ache for the colt a bit more in the end. I could see him making it in class while dreaming of a future that would be very different to the one he was experiencing.

"No ID or anything...colt packed light it seems."

"Mike, we have to do something..."

He held up his hand with a resigned look.

"I know. I talked to someone in social services. They can look at crisis accommodation, maybe setting him up with financial support. Unfortunately, parents are allowed to kick their kids out, though it should be fucking illegal. Anyway, I have to get ready for work oh stag of leisure...time for a quick shower."

I lay back listening to him in there, the cascade of water over that big body, still tingling from what we had been doing with that big body just before and going back and forward on what I was doing. Did I have feelings for him...enough to be good for him as he deserved?

"Cheer up Nige...you will get to have my cock again if you want."

I didn't realise he had come out, wrapped in a towel, but not for long. He dressed efficiently, and I decided to join him, ignoring the sticky remains of cum all over me. I could at least walk him to the door.

Once we got outside though, I knew something was wrong.

"What the fuck is that...?"

We both heard it, noises from the garage next door. The door was open, the sounds were increasingly disturbing, cries, slaps, more cries. And I noticed a certain van parked in the street.

With a frown I beckoned to Mike.

"Follow me..."

In the semi dark I could still see what was going on, and hear it, and even smell it.

"Uh...Uh..Uh...please...please..."

"Nah fucking take it you slut. You like it anyway..."

"No...please!"

There was another loud slap, and I saw a bear paw collect a colt muzzle hard enough to shake loose teeth. The colt was bent over some boxes, and the bear had his overalls down and was humping wildly into his victim while his tail did little circles in the air.

"Such a slut...knew you would love this..."

"Please, please..."

The colt was crying, and I realised I was feeling like a stag in rut. Not horny...ready for battle.

"AHHHHH!"

I charged in and pulled the bear off, slamming a fist into his stomach. He didn't even flinch.

"Wha....what the fuck? Jealous are you mate? Wait your turn....oooof!"

I was saved by a bull. My Mike had gripped the bear's wrist and pulled it up and round behind his back and slammed him into a wall hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs. He pressed a muzzle to the bear's ear and whispered loud enough to head though.

"Now you listed good cunt. If you are lucky, I will not arrest you for anything and everything I can think of. Fuck off, and never come back, and I will stick to that. Touch the colt again, and you are fucked."

"Hey, who do you think you are...AHHH!"

The bull gave an extra twist and the bear screamed in apology. Now we were getting somewhere.

"Sergeant Donaldson, Prahran Police. Number 313546, and as of now, I have your number too mate. Be smart or be dumb, I don't fucking care, just choose."

It seemed he chose smart. The bear left with a backward glance and a scowl but he left. I tuned to the colt.

He was sitting on the floor now, crying, but he had his pants up at least. I sat beside him and let him lean his head on my shoulder.

"I told you not to do that Andy..."

"I know. Guess you have to throw me out now."

He said it so matter of fact, like he intended it to happen. I shook my head and sighed.

"You are one stupid shit colt."

"He is right. I am just a slut."

"Nigel...a word."

I followed the bull outside, where he was looking agitated.

"Nige, I had a call. It's Kelly, my partner. She found something on the colt, but she wont tell me what it is. I have to go stag, or I will be late, but promise me you wont do anything silly. Promise me ok?"

I didn't know what he meant exactly, and maybe he didn't either. Did he mean I shouldn't do anything with the colt because he wanted me for himself, or because of worries for my safety. Or maybe both?

"Mike, I can look after myself..."

"I mean it Nigel. I don't trust him. Don't let yourself be taken in, or fooled into trying to reclaim your lost stallion."

I bristled then and gave him a look.

"Thank you Sergeant. That will be all."

He looked hurt and a little defeated, but he nodded and walked away.

"Goodnight Nigel. Please...for me."

I watched him go before returning to the colt. He was shaking, curled up in a ball. I sat beside him again and cuddled him. His muzzle was bleeding I noticed, and I found a handkerchief in my pocket and managed to staunch the bleeding.

"They always know how to hit just right. Dad did too, when he wasn't drunk. He got me a whopper when he kicked me out, right on the muzzle. Bled for hours."

"Colt, please...just rest."

"Nah, cant rest here mate. Hate places like this. So dark and cold, feels like the building is going to crush you under its weight."

"So why did you come in here?"

"Felt like the right place for what the bear wanted. And I didn't care anymore."

I stood and wandered round the garage a bit, seeing if he had left anything. No sign though, he had everything he owned on him or in the backpack. It made me hate his dad a little bit more.

The garage was filling up, so it seemed like Ryan was close to moving in. Boxes, even a motorbike. I didn't know the husky rode, perhaps a midlife crisis. There was also a small hatch open, leading to a storage area behind the garage built into the hill behind our townhouses. I wondered if he had as much space there as me?

I was about to look when the colt suddenly shrieked.

"Don't....dont!"

"Why?"

"Just...bad things. People have bad things in places like that sometimes."

"Afraid of spiders or something Andy?"

I was making a joke of it, but the colt looked genuinely terrified. He must be still badly affected by his run in with the bear.

"Come back next door. We will get you cleaned up."

He followed me reluctantly I thought, but he followed me. All the way to the top floor, where I instructed him to strip and told him to get in the shower. I needed a wash too anyway, and I followed him in ignoring his look of surprise.

"Turn on the water."

While he shook like a leaf I washed him all over, soap and loving hands hopefully curing as much damage as I could. I managed to untangle his mane, and his tail, and get all the grime out of his coat. He stopped shaking, and just stood, muzzle under the water, basking in the warmth. Then he finally spoke.

"Please Nige. Please make me feel better..."

"Andy, no, I..."

"Please..."

His hand closed on mine, and guided it to his length. He had dropped, and hardened, and now it pulsed in my grip like a living thing and I felt his pulse through the flesh.

"Please..."

I could not resist, to my shame. One hand on his scrotum, the other on his cock, I tried to undo the hurt. Concentrating just under the flare, just like Peter loved, and treating his balls a bit rough also like my stallion enjoyed, I gave him the best I could, kissing his back and watching the pleasure take over from the pain. His tail lifted and brushed my chest, then slapped against my belly as he groaned and shuddered and painted the wall of my shower in stallion cum and fell back into my arms with a grin.

"You're good at this stag..."

Lying in bed together afterwards, I did have a moment of embarassment though. I had forgotten about Mike's spent condom, and it took me a moment to realise what was happening when the colt reached for it and took a sniff.

"Hmmm...fresh beef. Nice..."

"Sorry, I mean..."

He gave me a squeeze, but his eyes looked sad.

"It's ok. Believe me I'm happy...you need someone like him mate."

I found myself spooning for the second time that night watching the trees outside my window gently waving in the winter wind and the gentle rise and fall of a colt chest as he slept. I knew I couldn't sleep, and I didn't care, but I did have images of a bull and a colt in my mind tormenting me with choices and demands.

As a person, I felt unequal to the task of making good decisions, but I knew I faced them anyway.

The colt stirred around dawn, and not easily.

"Uhhhh..."

"Shhh go to sleep."

"Uhhhhh!"

He was awake suddenly, and his eyes were wide with pain and terror with his ears painted on his skull.

"Got to go..."

"No, wait..."

"My head hurts so bad...and I'm so cold..."

He did feel it too, shaking in my arms and cold to the touch. I wanted him back in bed, but he ignored me and dressed with difficulty.

"Andy, promise you will be back."

"Yeah, right...please, I just have to go..."

I handed him the backpack, and he took it with a sad smile, hauling it over his shoulder.

"Sleep stag...you need it too."

I took his advice for some reason, not waking until 8 am and a pounding on my front door.

"Open up!"

Trotting downstairs, I was unsurprised in a way to find it was Mike. I was surprised at his expression though, and the fact he was in uniform, and the fact his partner the rabbit was with him.

"Nigel, is the colt still here?"

"No...why...?"

He barged past me, heading upstairs. I was left down at the door with a mild looking rabbit who was smiling at me pleasantly.

"Hello, I'm Kelly."

She looked about thirty, but I was no judge of rabbits, with grey fur and a very pink nose. She had glasses, smart and square framed, kind eyes, and a look of surprising calmness about her. She was not how I imagined.

"Can I get you a coffee constable?"

"No thank you sir, just..."

"Where is he!"

The bull was back, and he was not happy.

"He left about 6, and headed off. I don't know where."

"Shit...Nigel, you have to come with us."

Now I was gobsmacked, and it took me a few seconds to get my muzzle into gear.

"Um...what?"

"We need to talk...about the colt. And I need you to come with us to do that."

"Aren't you like on company time or something?"

"This is company business. Follow up to a theft, and other things..."

I mulled that one over in the cop car, feeling the dread fall over me like a dark and shitty blanket. The rabbit drove, quite well I thought, and the bull just sat and fumed internally, his nosering the only external sign of his disquiet. We headed not for the station though, but into the city towards the docks.

"'A' division headquarters. Missing persons is located here."

We pulled into a vast underground garage filled with cop cars and killed the engine. With increasing fear I followed them down controlled corridors past uniformed and plain clothes furs scurrying officiously even on a Sunday morning. I guess crime didn't rest.

Coming to a door, I waited with them until we were buzzed through, and found a young looking ferret on the desk who immediately broke into a beaming smile as soon as she saw the rabbit.

"Kelly! That was fast..."

The rabbit looked just as happy, her body language more effusive than her voice.

"Always Peg. Always for you...now, can you let us in?"

I noticed her leaving a bag on the counter for the ferret, and my nose detected pastry. The universal currency of the constabulary it seemed, but the gesture made me soften towards the bunny even further. Nobody leaving pastry for the unheralded denizens of this bunker could be bad.

We were led into shelves and then a compactus, and I was a bit surprised.

"Seems a bit hard to get at for someone missing only a little while. Do you bury all your missing persons cases like this?"

The ferret gave me a withering stare and turned to the rabbit, who looked at her partner.

"Nigel, its not a recent case."

"What..." so he had done this before it seemed. Maybe he was more experienced on the streets than I expected.

"How long has he been doing this?"

"Ahhhh...."

My bull held a file, dusty and surprisingly thin, and looked anywhere but at me. The ferret seemed to be impatient, and piped up in the face of silence from her colleagues.

"Sir, I believe you found the...err...individual in question?"

"Yes, in a skip to be precise."

"Good, I like precision."

Yes, I had no difficulty believing that. She seemed that sort of ferret.

"Sir, the file involves a missing persons report for an Andrew McNaughton of Ringwood, and the details match those given by the individual who allegedly stole your property..."

"No allegedly, but fine, go on..."

She blinked, and seemed annoyed, but excited enough to forget it.

"Allegedly. No crime was proven, thanks in no small part I hear to you dropping charges, but I digress. The details given match those of this file, so it seems the individual at least had knowledge of this case."

"That seems an unnecessarily formal way of saying it. What are you driving at?"

"Nigel, the case file...the colt in question went missing in 1982." The bull finally found his voice, deep and rumbling and in no way reassuring. I thought I must not have heard.

I blinked, looked at them in turn, and coughed.

"1982?"

"Yes. According to this sir, Andrew McNaughton has been missing for thirty-two years. If he is who he says he is, your thief should be forty-eight years old."

"I...I..."

We stood there while the ferret looked pleased, and I contemplated what this might mean. I had to admit, none of the alternatives were making me feel any better.

"Nigel, we have to find him. He may have some information that will solve this old case. He seems to know something."

I heard him, but I also could see. In the file there was a picture, of a colt in school uniform looking awkward and hiding behind his forelock. A blonde forelock with chestnut fur on his face. I swallowed hard.

"Yeah, we have to find him."

But inside, I feared that like nothing else on earth.