A Visit to the Station
This took way too damn long to finish. Hope y'all like it.
The slender kitten thrashes out the last few chords to the band's final song, his eyes closed until the music fades, purring softly as he waves happily to the crowd with the rest of the group before they all trot offstage, Scott lagging behind slightly due to the weight of his slightly too-large guitar. The group's manager walks over and grins at the fem, patting him on the back. "That sounded great, doll!" Scott blushes at the compliment, all the confidence he had onstage vanishing the second he can't hide behind his guitar, hugging it against his chest and purring shyly at him. "T-thank you. Do...do you have the, um...y'know...c-cuz it's my turn to pay for it..." he mumbles, looking less than pleased by the fact that he's the one buying the pot when he's the only one who doesn't smoke it. The amused looking manager smirks and lightly taps under the fems chin with his knuckle as he chuckles. "Follow me," he says, and trots off to his makeshift office. Scott purrs softly as he obeys, padding along behind him, still clutching his guitar in both arms as he pushes the door shut behind him with one foot.
"Money first, babe. You know the rules." Scott hmphs and tugs a wad of cash from his wallet, grumpily handing it over to the grinning fur. "Thank ya very much, sweet pea." He pockets the cash, pulling a large bag of pot from where it was taped under the desk and tossing it to the kitty. "I...thanks..." He mutters, turning and padding back out, holding the bag of weed in one paw and barely holding onto his guitar with the other. The kitten hurries towards the green room, letting out a loud squeal of dismayed shock as he loses his balance, the bag of pot flying gracefully through the air as he flings his non-guitar paw out to try and stop himself from landing on the instrument, the bag's journey through the air seeming to happen in slow motion before it smacks a passing cop in the face. The officer, part of the group sent to the show to watch for underage drinking and general shenanigans, blinks and picks up the bag, eyes narrowing as his shocked expression turns to anger. Scott gulps softly, then attempts to flee from the approaching tiger cop, immediately tripping over his guitar and sprawling against the ground with an undignified "OOMPH." The cop snarls softly as he grabs Scott by his scruff, keeping him pinned while he yanks the kitten's arms back roughly and cuffs him. "H-hey! Wha...what're you doing? L-lemme gooo!" He squeals and whimpers, struggling helplessly. The officer growls down at the kitten, "You are under arrest for possession of narcotics, you little crap." He reads the fem his rights as he yanks him up to his feet, Scott squealing with fear and bursting into tears, begging to be let go. "T-they weren't miiiiine! Pleeeease!" He tugs uselessly, sobbing harder. The cop smirks slightly as he pockets the bag of weed, dragging him off by his scruff, the kitten squirming uselessly and letting out unhappy hisses. He's forced roughly over the hood of the cop car, the tiger's big, heavy paws groping along his slender frame and searching, the officer growling into the fem kitten's ear. He freezes with terror, tensing up and mewling loudly as he's searched, the cop not finding anything other than a few guitar picks and Scott's phone, which he slips into his pocket with another smirk. Once the search is done, Scott is forced into the back of the car next to a terrified looking German shepherd teen, both of the handcuffed furs sniffling softly and looking out the windows as though searching for help. The officer chuckles as he slides into the driver's seat, radioing the station. "Yeah, got a couple of little shits I'm bringing. One of em drugs, the other underage drinking. Yeah. See ya soon." Scott starts to pout softly as he gradually calms down, starting to kick the partition separating the back of the car from the front, the tiger glaring over his shoulder and snarling, "Quit it!" Scott whimpers and flinches back, what little courage he had worked up vanishing again. The officer starts the car and begins driving, both of his prisoners starting to sniffle and sob once again.
After about an hour, they arrive at the station, the cop getting out and opening the door to the kitty's side. "Gonna behave now?" Scott looks away, ears flat as he chews nervously on his paw. Two more officers trot out of the station, yanking the pair from the car and dragging them inside as the tiger walks away. The pup stumbles along obediently, while Scott lets out halfhearted hisses, most of the fight already scared out of him. They're dragged off to a holding cell, a smirking giraffe officer folding his arms as he eyes them. "Strip. Both of you." Scott's eyes widen at the order, shaking his head quickly. "N-no! I...I want my phone call!" The giraffe chuckles and scoffs as the teenaged pup shakily starts to take off his clothes. "Yeah? Who are you gonna call, shithead?" The kitten whines softly but stands his ground, the puppy trembling as he covers his now naked body with both paws, tail tucked between his legs. "F-fuck you! I...I h-have the right to a phone call!" The giraffe sneers as he shoves Scott hard against the wall, eyeing the naked shepherd pup hungrily. "I said strip. Last time." Both the helpless furs' eyes widen as a tall, muscled Doberman pads into the cell with them, grinning as he licks his lips. "Mm. New meat, huh?" Both cops chuckle as the examine the terrified puppy, the Doberman drawing closer to him as Scott is kept pinned against the wall by the giraffe. The puppy whimpers loudly as the eagerly growling Dobie officer gropes along the slender, naked body, squeezing his eyes shut. Scott manages to break away from the giraffe, flinging himself against the large dog angrily. "L-leave him alone!" He bounces off the muscled body, the giraffe laughing as he slams Scott against the bars of the cell, ripping his shirt open and grinning widely. "Or what? You gonna take his place?" The doberman is roughly fingering the crying pup's mouth with two thick digits, Scott letting out a surprised gasp as the giraffe's tongue slides up his face, coating it with thick saliva. On the other side of the cell, the Doberman tugs his dripping fingers from the smaller dog's mouth, grinning as he forces the poor pup to face the wall, holding him there with one arm as he suddenly jams the two fingers up into the tight little tailhole, the pup letting out a shrieking howl, his legs wobbling as he almost loses his balance. While he's being brutally fingered by the growling Doberman, Scott's mouth is being tongue-fucked by the giraffe, whose paws are sliding all over his body, tugging at the kitty's nipples, groping his ass, teasing his girly cock.
After a few minutes of this "foreplay," the pup is forced down onto all fours, Scott shoved to the ground behind him. "Heh. Looks like that fingering hurt...kiss him, kitty. Now." Scott stares at the pup's slightly gaping tailhole, blushing brightly and shaking his head rapidly. "N-no! I...I don't...no!" The Doberman crouches down, letting out a soft but powerful growl into Scott's ear. "Don't make this difficult, kitty, or I'll make you choke on my knot." The pup stays exactly where he was shoved, too scared to disobey or even move. Scott grits his teeth, mewling unhappily as he leans forward, placing a reluctant smooch on one of the pup's soft, furry cheeks. Both cops chuckle, the giraffe holding Scott's phone and using it to record a video. "That's it, kitty...kiss him better..." The Doberman chuckles, spreading the squeaking puppy's cheeks wide open to show Scott exactly where the next kiss should go, Scott blushing deeper and starting to pull back. The giraffe's foot pushes down on his back threateningly. "Don't make this difficult, kitten." He gulps, ears flattening as he bows his head slightly, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning forward again, his lips pressing against the shepherd's abused little hole. The Doberman growls eagerly, squeezing and groping the rapidly swelling bulge in his own pants. "Yeah. Now taste him. Eat that cute little hole." The pup shudders softly, the tip of his length poking from his sheath despite his fear as Ari reluctantly starts to drag his tongue up the pup's ass, the Doberman crouching again and forcing his face harder between the plump cheeks. Both girly furs squeak and whimper, Scott's whimper one of fear while the pup's is one of embarrassed pleasure. The grinning dog smacks Scott on the back of his head, licking his lips. "Good girl...get your tongue in deep..." Scott trembles as he obeys, his tongue pushing and slowly penetrating into the pup's slightly loosened rear. The young pup moans loudly, surrendering to the pleasure assaulting his rump and starting to push back against the reluctant kitty's slow slurps, both cops smirking and letting out eager growls. "Lookit that...the little slut loves it..." The Doberman is unable to hold himself back any longer, unzipping his pants and letting his fat, twitching length spring free. He shoves Scott away, yanking the pup up with his back pressed against the older dog's muscled chest, stuffing two fingers back into his mouth as he grinds his drooling shaft up against the whimpering pooch's saliva slicked hole. Meanwhile, the giraffe is following suit, licking his lips as he yanks Scott's pants down and off, the kitty squealing indignantly as he's left nude, the eager officer roughly slamming his bulge between the soft, black-furred cheeks, grinding hard. As Scott protests more and more, the giraffe wraps an arm around his throat, keeping him forced down on all fours as he leans over him, unzipping his pants with his free paw and letting his own massive length smack between the squealing kitty's cheeks.
The officers glance at each other and smirk, suddenly slamming themselves balls deep inside their respective prey in unison, both young furs letting loud shrieks at the sudden penetration. Both cops growl eagerly, stuffing fingers into whimpering mouths to muffle their cries as they punish the wicked little lawbreakers. Scott mewls with pain and humiliation as the thick tower of giraffe rams up inside his inexperienced tailhole, the tight ring trying to clench around the throbbing invader as he bites at the fingers stuffed into his mouth. Even as Scott struggles, the shepherd pup's howls of pain are turning into whimpering moans of pleasure, the Doberman growling with delighted surprise, holding the pup tighter against himself to keep him still, allowing for deeper penetration. Scott bites down harder on the giraffe's fingers, drawing blood, the officer responding by slamming his fist into the side of the kitty's head. Scott's vision erupts into a blurry haze, the kitty going limp in the smirking giraffe's grip, the cop's pace speeding up now that he's shattered the kitten's resistance. Through the lightning bolts of pain flashing through Scott's head and rump, he starts to feel something else. Something the pup is very vocally expressing through eager barks and gasps. He hates himself for it even as he arches from the pleasure starting to swell through his body, shaky mewls escaping his drooling lips. The giraffe grins as he notices, huffing into Scott's twitching ear, his breath hot and heavy as he grinds himself in balls-deep, both of the young furs squealing and moaning out their pleasure. The Doberman is the first to finish, spreading the howling pup's already thoroughly-used hole around his fat, swollen knot before it lodges firmly inside him, filling the shuddering pup with hot, sticky justice. The pup whimpers weakly, barely staying awake as the larger dog finally finishes with him, yanking him off the twitching shaft with a soft growl, tossing him onto the floor and grinning as he examines the cum oozing pup, taking a few photos on his phone. "Hurry up, man, we gotta get going soon," he grumps at the giraffe, bored now that he's finished draining his balls. The giraffe ignores him, making quick, deep thrusts into the mewling cat, Scott's stomach sticky with his own seed from multiple climaxes. With a loud, growling murr, the giraffe pulls all the way out and then buries himself deep one last time, shuddering hard as he pumps his pent-up load inside the trembling kitty, pulling out halfway through and panting happily as he sprays thick ropes of cum up the cat's back, thoroughly soaking him in hot seed. He takes a moment to enjoy the afterglow, then shivers and growls softly, both officers tucking themselves away and adjusting their uniforms before they pad out of the cell, smirking and gloating to one another as the two fems are left sprawled on the dirty floor, their clothes by their barely conscious bodies. It's almost an hour before they stir, neither fur able to look at the other as they silently redress, the cat poking his head out of the cell uncertainly before taking a few tentative steps out, the pup staying pressed nervously against the wall, a couple of cops further down the hall glancing at him and smirking but making no effort to stop him. He stumbles down the hall, one of the officers pushing the door open with a mocking, "Have a nice day!" as he watches the sticky kitty stagger out the door, his head down, ears flat, and tail limp as Scott begins the long walk back to the band's hotel.