{"sf1_id":1242401,"sf2_id":"lmXyoXGn","title":"Contraband","author":"Ceeb","words":6214,"posted_at":"2017-10-02T08:32:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Aroused","Ass","Ass Worship","Balls","Bareback","Big Boobs","Big Tits","Bisexual","Bondage","Boobs","Booty","Bottomless","Bound","Breast","Breasts","Butt","Car","Claws","Cock","Creampie","Cuffs","Cum","Cumming","Dick","Ejaculation","Erection","Explicit","Extreme","Female","Femdom","Forced Sex","Foreskin","Fox","Futa","Futanari","Grin","Grinning","Hard-On","Humping","Interspecies","Kangaroo","Laugh","Licking","Lust","M/other","Male","Mammal","Marsupial","Messy","Mild Bondage","Multiple Species","Muscle","Muscles","Mustelid","N/C","NC","Naughty","Non-Consensual","Orgasm","Other","Otter","Outdoors","Pain","Penetration","Penis","Police","Rape","Restrain","Rimjob","Rimming","Rough Sex","Seed","Sex","Sexy","Shemale","Short","Short Story","Size Difference","Spooge","Stretching","Sweat","Tailhole","Tongue","Uncut","Uniform","Various Species","Vulpine","cop"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1242401-contraband","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXyoXGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/93/3b/933b02cf-45bc-4754-bfda-d2fec659ccc6","description":"Middle-length commission from some time ago for my buttpal and cool customer KazTheOtter, who really wanted to see his dickgirl otter Kaz nail Kahnso right in his perfectly polished prettyboy pooper. Agonizing alliterative anal: approved! Aftermath: agreeable.\nFor everybody who thinks Kahnso gets off too cleanly whenever he rapes someone, this should put a smile on your face. As everybody knows, when it comes to sexual assault, two wrongs make a right. (No they don't.)\nThumbnail background is from Textures.com.\nKahnso and writing (C) me\nKaz (C) FA: kaztheotter \nVeronica (C) FA: the--jackal","content":"--The Law\n\nBudget cuts at the department were getting under Kaz's skin. For a glorious few months she'd been issued custom pants with both ball room and a curve to follow her hips and thighs, with a generous cutout for the bulk of her rudder's root. Now she was back in lady-issue standards, and her swampy nuts were wedged in the middle by the seam, parted like two countries gone to war which dearly wished to reconcile. When the guys picked on her for her walk, she offered to garrote their scrotums with flex cuffs. They usually shut up after that, mostly because her reputation as an utter tomboy who had earned her place with the boys preceded her. The rest was just basic male fear.\n\nThe problem of funding went past mere pants. The tighter budget meant fewer officers on longer patrols, and unpaid (and compulsory) overtime. In a cynical way, as she stood with her balls aching and sweat cascading down her brow, she theorized it might be a ploy to piss off the officers and make them issue more and steeper tickets.\n\nOne more restriction was less of an allowance for fuel. Kaz couldn't sit on the side of the road with her cruiser idling and the air conditioner blowing its cool, stale breath on her sweaty face; she had to sit and sweat with the open windows her only hope of cooling off. It made the already fiery otter a very grumpy law enforcer indeed, and she was not above writing tickets for the most minor of infractions. She was not quite to the point of smashing tail lights with her truncheon then ticketing the drivers, but it had occurred to her. If it meant she could have pants that fit, Kaz thought sometimes she would have ticketed ambulances and fire trucks gladly.\n\nShe dropped her radar gun into her lap and grabbed the flimsy water bottle between the seats. It was almost empty - another inconvenience - and she nursed it gingerly, belying how thirsty she really was. The water was so precious that she smeared the condensation into her paw pads and licked them clean.\n\nIt was hour six, the halfway mark on a long shift, and Kaz was not happy about it.\n\n--The Lawbreaker\n\n\"Jesus _Christ,_ Kahnso.\" The kangaroo laughed, the sound rising to an airy, almost hysterical pitch. Her fingers were dug into Kahnso's thigh like railroad spikes but the fox was fixated on the stripes parting the road. Head-on he could see them coming, but in his peripheral they coalesced into a solid _no passing_ line. \"If you hit an armadillo or something--!\"\n\n\"Then we die _historic,\"_ said Kahnso ravenously. He didn't look over at her, but he didn't have to for her to know there was mania in his eyes. The way he leaned forward, his snout almost in the windshield and his knuckles white on the wheel, reminded Veronica of that _Mad Max_ film even before the reference passed his lips. Then she remembered she was actually in Australia, that he had talked her into flying here somehow, and she laughed again.\n\n\"If we're gonna die in this car,\" she cackled, squeezing his leg fiercely without realizing she was holding it at all, \"I just want you to know--, I never got to tell you--, see, _you're an asshole!\"_\n\n_I love you too,_ Kahnso thought. He didn't see scenery rushing past. He couldn't tell where the horizon and the sky boiled apart in the heat haze. He didn't see the speck which was Officer Kaz's cruiser, and he certainly couldn't see that his speed on her radar gun was ten miles per hour slower than what the needle on the speedometer said.\n\nVeronica's heart pounded like a war drum in the thick of a skirmish. She hadn't known such excitement since Kahnso had taken her base jumping and the adrenaline was intoxicating, but the blue and red gleams in the mirror were beacons demanding they descend to the real world. She let off of his thigh only to knead it, making Kahnso think at once of sex. \"Kahnso! Hey! _Kahnso!\"_ she yelled over the burr of the engine and the dog whistle scream of the turbocharger. \"Cops! There's cops! Slow down, you idiot, you gotta stop!\"\n\nKahnso didn't want to stop. With an endless expanse of road and a car with seven hundred horsepower, why would stopping ever be on his mind? And if Veronica, his conscience and lover had not been in the car with him, Officer Kaz would have only been able to describe the suspect vehicle as _speedy and blurry._ He groaned, the grunt of a teenager being forced to clean up his room. \"Fi-i-ine, ga-a-awd.\"\n\nKahnso's custom-tuned Lamborghini was a sudden beast, but so was it one of temperance. It rapidly slowed, its brakes beginning to glow like embers before its body halted on the side of the road. The engine thrummed nonchalantly, needing no time to relax unlike the pounding hearts of its occupants. It and they waited patiently for the irate police officer to catch up as the shimmering haze from the exhaust pipes lost some intensity, but never faded fully.\n\n--The Justice\n\nOfficer Kaz stared at the back of the Lamborghini, feeling equal parts awe as anger. She knew this was a car she wouldn't have been able to catch unless it wanted to be caught, and in a comparison from her childhood, she wondered if this wasn't just the Road Runner stopping to tease Wile E. Coyote.\n\nShe radioed in the traffic stop with the special provision that what she was looking at was a supercar with American license plates. The registration came back to one Kahnso, alias \"Kocaine\" Kahnso, significant other one Veronica Ryan. She killed the engine of the cruiser, thinking frugally and sardonically of her fuel allotment. _Besides that shit,_ Kaz thought, opening her door and studying the Lambo's tinted windows, _if this fucker decides to buzz off again, I'm not gonna catch up._\n\nThe otter knew how expensive a car like this was. It was with deliberate sass that she rapped the business end of her truncheon on the window. It purred down at once and the singer peeked out, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Much like his car, they too were unnecessarily expensive. \"Easy on the window, _officer.\"_\n\nKaz sneered. She hiked her trousers up, slid her truncheon back into its loop and leaned on the roof with her sweaty forearm. \"You know why I stopped you, Mr. Kahnso?\"\n\n\"Obviously because I let you,\" Kahnso quipped. His wife groaned, looking away. Kaz saw, if only briefly, how badly she wanted to curl up and vanish.\n\nThe otter smiled chummily. She leaned in closer, sticking her snout into the car. The cold air had an alluring effect on her. She thought for one crazy moment she might have let him off with a warning if he just let her bask in it for a few minutes.\n\nIndignation at her own situation gnawed at Kaz. Kahnso let his arm hang out the window, subtly displaying his swollen gym muscles. \"You trying to smell if we've got drugs or something in here? Or do you just wanna suck my dick?\"\n\n\"Jesus Christ, Kahnso, shut _up,\"_ Veronica miserably said.\n\nHe didn't look at Veronica, but he laughed at her plight. It was exactly the kind of arrogant laughter Kaz wished to punish with broken teeth, and those saber fangs were tempting as all hell. \"Oh, c'mon, baby. You know all the lady cops back in LA just pull me over to say they did. Fuck, I bet even the guys wanna lick the sweat off my nuts.\"\n\nKaz grinned. \"You're not in Los Angeles anymore, Todo,\" she quipped. \"I've got this fancy little car of yours on radar pulling about four-hundred KPH. That's, I think, two-fifty if miles-per-hour is your flavor. Pretty goddamn fast either way.\"\n\n\"It should've been faster than that,\" Kahnso tutted. \"Maybe your radar gun is fucked.\"\n\n\"Officer--, hey.\" Veronica looked around Kahnso, meeting Kaz's eyes. \"He's usually not like this, it's the jet lag,\" she lied, putting on her best diplomatic tone.\n\nOfficer Kaz leaned lower, better looking at Veronica. \"Ma'am, this situation doesn't involve you,\" she replied in kind. \"Mr. Kahnso, I'd like you to step out of the vehicle.\"\n\nThe singer killed the engine and opened the door, nudging Kaz back with it. \"Oh, sorry,\" he insincerely muttered. As he stepped out she came to realize how astonishingly tall he was. It struck her as amazing that his knees weren't butted against his chin when he sat in the car.\n\nKahnso seemed to read her awe. He grinned a mouthful of teeth at her and tucked his sunglasses up into his hair. \"Got cuffs in my size, honey?\"\n\n\"We chain them together for bigger perps, so don't worry about it,\" said Kaz succinctly. \"Turn around,\" she commanded, drawing a little loop in the air. \"And put your hands on the car. Like that, good. Legs apart.\"\n\nAs Kaz patted him down, Kahnso let himself reminisce. \"Hey Veronica, babe, did I ever tell you about the first time I visited this country? Some caribou girl pulled me over. Ended up sitting on my face. She ate my ass first, though.\"\n\nKaz grunted. Veronica said nothing. She still wanted to stop existing.\n\n\"Looks like you're clean,\" the otter calmly said.\n\n\"Duh. Can I go now, or do you want to lick my asshole too?\"\n\nThe otter glanced at Kahnso's hips. She still had him inclined with legs apart. She could have smashed his gonads with her truncheon and taken him to the pavement. \"I'd like permission to search your vehicle.\"\n\nKahnso sighed, relaxing. \"Yeah, whatever. Can my old lady get out and stretch her legs at least? I assume you're gonna be really thorough,\" he narrowed his eyes, staring down his long snout at the otter, \"so you can try to find _some_ reason to take me down a peg, right?\"\n\nKaz couldn't help herself. \"It's almost like you're very experienced in the art of being a prick to the cops. Yes, she can get out of the vehicle. I have the feeling she's the responsible one here, anyway.\"\n\nThe fox and his wife stood side by side, loosely embraced. They muttered to each other as Kaz searched the Lambo from its wheel wells to the sun visors to the underside of the hood and everything in between. She heard the kangaroo admonishing Kahnso, asking why he had to be such a fuck to the police. _Yeah, try to talk some sense into him before he gets cornholed in prison,_ thought Kaz, and so did she think about how much she'd love to see him with cuffs on his wrists, tears in his eyes, snot on his nose, cum running down his leg like a prom night virgin.\n\nA half-hour came and went. Kaz had rooted all through the immaculate supercar, ignoring groaned demands to hurry up and remarks that she wouldn't find anything even if he did have drugs in the car. Kaz surreptitiously dragged out her search with each new salvo of bitching and admonishment.\n\nThe otter was nearly done, and fifty minutes had just passed. Officer Kaz was at least happy with herself for ruining the singer's day, although she felt bad for the kangaroo. Resting on the passenger seat, she pawed through the center console with her pen light clutched in her teeth. Same as the first time, she found only the manual for the stereo and a few loose coins, all American. Her light gleamed off of all of them except for the topmost quarter in the change dispenser. Its finish was more like plastic than metal, and she popped it loose with her thumb.\n\nAlthough it superficially resembled an American quarter, it was made of plastic and as thick as five coins. It twisted apart like a tiny thermos, and within was a couple toots worth of distinctive white powder. Kaz smiled.\n\n\"Mr. Kahnso,\" she said breezily, stepping up to the fox, paws still dressed in latex gloves.\n\n\"Please, just call me Kahnso,\" he politely answered. \"I like to be on a first-name basis with all the cops who wanna rim me.\"\n\n_Oh, you_ massive _sack of dogshit,_ Kaz thought, her smile widening accordingly. \"If you say so, Kahnso. Well, looks like your vehicle is _not_ as clean as you thought.\"\n\nThe fox's ears splayed down. He frowned sharply. Veronica, with formidable hips resting on the car's rear, fixed the otter with a pointed gaze.\n\n\"What? Did you fucking plant something in my car?\" Kahnso muttered, glaring. He was getting red in the cheeks like a toddler on the cusp of a conniption fit. \"I've been clean for two years now, you goddamn bitch. That woman there,\" he pointed in Veronica's direction without looking, \"I cleaned up for her.\"\n\nKaz held out her palm, showing the false quarter stack. \"This isn't yours, then?\" she asked, dryly.\n\n\"Shit, I forgot about that thing,\" Kahnso said immediately and meekly, daring not to look at Veronica. \"Um... shit, officer, really. I didn't know about that.\"\n\nThe otter chuckled and dropped it into a small evidence bag. \"Y'know, I actually believe you. I follow some celeb news. But still, you were driving _fast_ on my road, and I don't like that.\"\n\n\"You actually had some coke in the car?\" Veronica asked, still on the previous page. \"Kahnso, what the hell.\"\n\nKahnso spun on his heel, looking as submissive to his woman as Kaz wished him to be with her. \"Baby, come on! It's like a gram! I haven't used since--.\"\n\nKaz cut short the rockstar's pleading when she grabbed his elbow and tried to haul him back around. Kaz was a strong, stout girl, but Kahnso was a muscular giant. She didn't do much but earn his attention.\n\n\"You can clear this with your woman later, prettyboy. Right now, you and I are gonna get squared up. You know how we're gonna do that?\"\n\n\"Suck my cock,\" he groused, looking more embarrassed than angry. He shook off her webbed grip. \"Don't you have parking tickets to write somewhere?\"\n\nThe otter backpedaled. Her piece was there on her hip if she needed it, but she didn't feel as if that was warranted. Neither was the pepper spray, as much fun as it would have been to douse and drop him. Calmly and firmly, she said, \"I'm placing you under arrest, Mr. Kahnso. Please turn around. Put your hands behind your back.\"\n\nKahnso started to speak. He stopped when Veronica took his ear between thumb and forefinger. \"Kahnso, for fuck's sake. Shut _up,\"_ she hissed into the cup of his ear. \"I mean it. Shut the fuck up.\"\n\n\"I strongly suggest you listen to your wife,\" Officer Kaz warned. \"Will you comply, or do I have to use force?\"\n\nHe snorted, reminding Kaz of her teenage nephew whenever he felt his rights were being trod upon. \"Fuck you both,\" he murmured impotently, swatting away his wife's paw and turning his back to Kaz.\n\nKaz snapped the cuffs on and was surprised when she only needed to chain together two pairs and not three. She nudged him forward until his knees bumped the fender of the Lambo, and again when she pushed his shoulders. He flinched and fell over the car gracelessly, uttering a very colorful slur about police officers along the way.\n\nShe looked at Veronica, shooting her a polite nod. \"Miss Ryan I assume?\"\n\n\"Yes, officer,\" the kangaroo answered, sounding polite but tired.\n\n\"Will you be able to drive this vehicle?\"\n\nKahnso started to sputter and bitch. Kaz nudged his groin with her truncheon and silenced him.\n\nThe kangaroo briefly gnawed her lip. \"Yeah,\" she sighed. \"Yeah, I can drive. Am I gonna be able to bail him out somewhere, or what?\"\n\nIn Veronica, Officer Kaz saw a valuable ally in bringing this ex-cokehead dumbass to heel. She leaned on the small of Kahnso's back as if he were a countertop. Her rudder swayed as unfalteringly as a clock's pendulum. \"Well, that might be more difficult since you're tourists. Given the crime, we might even have to extradite him, impound the car... it could be a real mess.\"\n\n\"Shit. Uh, well. He really has been clean for a couple years now,\" Veronica said, folding her arms tightly as if hugging herself. Her very full, very pleasing breasts were lifted by her forearms and became all the more prominent in her tight blue tank top. Kaz's eyes were subtle in enjoying this display. \"He's had drug tests.\"\n\n\"Yeah, if you wanna get my medical records,\" Kahnso eagerly said, \"you can see--.\"\n\n\"I can see that you still have some blow in your car, in my country, which you probably had shipped over here in a jumbo jet. Smuggling is a serious crime.\"\n\n\"I wasn't _smuggling!\"_ Kahnso moaned. \"I forgot about that shit!\"\n\nVeronica squatted near the bumper, putting her nose nearly to Kahnso's. Her face was firm, almost angry, but her tone was pleading when she said, \"Kahnso, please. You're gonna make this worse. Shut up.\"\n\nKaz thoughtfully hummed, tapping Kahnso's hip with her truncheon. \"All right... all right. I think I can make this go away if you're willing to... indulge me a little bit.\"\n\nLevity and relief washed through the couple. Kahnso started to laugh, still with a hint of nervousness. \"Shit, hon, what do you want? Autograph? Picture with me? Stack of money?\"\n\n\"I don't accept bribes,\" Kaz sharply said. \"And no, none of those things. Actually...\"\n\nThe otter notched her truncheon into its loop and dug her fingers into the waistband of his pants. They were just track pants and they slid down easily, unveiling a perfect jock ass not unlike dozens of others she'd made use of in her years at the gym.\n\n\"Uh, well, all right, baby. Whatever you wanna do. You want me to turn around, or--?\"\n\n_Whatever I wanna do, huh? Thanks for the verbal consent, dumbfuck._ Officer Kaz knelt down, her knee pads clicking on the pavement. She pried Kahnso's ass cheeks apart and immediately noticed the subtle swell of his anus. She could tell who enjoyed a little anal now and then and who didn't; Kahnso clearly had at least a casual interest in it. \"No, I don't,\" she said firmly.\n\nKaz packed her short snout into the rock singer's ass crack, not feeling any need for subtlety. Kahnso tensed, then chuckled. The otter went to work slathering and smooching the pink ring of Kahnso's asshole, dabbling in casual whiffs of his musk and sweat. Some of the jocks she got behind could be sweaty, beastly things, especially after a few hours working out. Kahnso was almost demure compared to some of them. He had the requisite swampiness that came with being in Australia in the middle of the day, but he was hygienic to a degree Kaz found nearly off-putting. She wondered, as she sucked and kissed it, if Kahnso was a frequent customer at some of LA's asshole-bleaching clinics.\n\nThe otter yanked back her snout and drew in a clean breath. Wiping her grinning lips, she looked very pleased with herself. \"You have a very nice asshole, Mr. Kahnso. Are you aware of that?\"\n\n\"Veronica seems to think so after a couple glasses of red wine.\"\n\nLaughing bashfully but still exhibiting some of that nervousness from before, Veronica bopped his muzzle. \"You told me you weren't gonna tell anyone about that, you ass.\"\n\n_He also probably told you he threw out his whole stash,_ thought Kaz cynically. \"Nothing wrong with tonguing your man's ass, I'd say,\" she affably said, holding apart his cheeks again. His pucker gleamed in the sunlight. A hint of mischief crept into her smile, and she asked, \"You do it often, Miss Ryan?\"\n\nThe kangaroo blinked, her smile growing endearingly awkward and creasing her brow a bit in the process. \"Sometimes... when he's good.\"\n\nKaz snickered and pushed her snout back in. This time she proved heinously lewd, sucking as much as she slobbered, pressing her teeth into the pink flesh harmlessly as it throbbed between her sucking lips. Kahnso moaned for Kaz, his legs sliding apart, and the otter felt a little pride at that. Her intent was to rape the prettyboy, but knowing she could make him squirm with just her mouth was a good stroke of her ego.\n\nFor the second and final time, Kaz pulled back. She held the seal as long as she could, letting her lips pop off of his anus, and the sudden release of suction made Kahnso gasp. Veronica was leaning on the car, watching but trying to look like she wasn't.\n\nStill holding apart Kahnso's ass cheeks and with drool glazing her chin, Kaz admired the rockstar's perfect asshole and, more personally, the spit shine she'd given it. She had raised its pink rim with her suckles, giving what had already been a fair bump an even greater swell. \"I'll say it again,\" the otter began, her voice flush with admiration, \"you've got a very nice asshole.\"\n\n\"Thanks, baby,\" said Kahnso, whom sounded a little more mellow. Kaz wasn't surprised having his ass kissed in the literal sense calmed him down. \"We good now? Can we forget all this shit?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Kaz said, standing up slowly and using Kahnso as a shelf to pull herself up by. She let the hope build, and even returned Veronica's tentative smile, adding to it a soft nod, as if to say _everything's just fine, Miss Ryan, just had to scare him straight and get my kicks._\n\nKahnso surprised her. He didn't push his luck until twenty seconds into the silence when he looked over his shoulder and asked, jostling the cuffs illustratively, \"Well?\"\n\nLike she'd been waiting for the cue, Kaz smiled patronizingly and pushed her groin against his bottom. A hefty bulge, quite unmistakable, pushed into the crack of his ass and made him flinch. She watched the shock mount on his features, and she poked his nose teasingly. \"I'll let you go once I get my rocks off, big boy.\"\n\n\"Oh, shit,\" Veronica muttered. A naughty smile, naughty in the sense of taboo humor rather than the sexual flavor, tugged at her mouth.\n\n\"What the fuck, you have a _dick?\"_ Kahnso asked helplessly. His ears splayed down against his head. \"Why does this keep happening to me?\"\n\nOfficer Kaz laughed. \"Dick chicks a recurring theme for you? Maybe we can smell your tight, bleached butthole.\"\n\nThe kangaroo rubbed her brow. \"Ooh, boy. I hope we can get you an ice bag at the hotel, honey.\"\n\n\"Veronica, what the _fuck!\"_ bleated Kahnso, glaring at her. That was it for Veronica; she started to laugh, just losing herself in staccato bursts of laughter, hugging herself down in her pouchless belly and leaning heavily on the car.\n\n\"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay?\" she insincerely gasped between bouts of laughter. \"You just keep--, oh my god, you have a _gift_ for finding girls with--!\" She couldn't finish talking, and she stumbled around the car, always keeping a paw on it to steady herself, but there was no stopping her laughter.\n\nKaz almost joined in, but managed to stifle herself down to a few chuckles. She patted Kahnso's hips and opened up her female-issue trousers, slipping them down briskly with no small amount of relief. \"I like your woman's sense of humor,\" she said pleasantly. \"Now, try not to clench or it'll _really_ hurt. Have you ever done Lamaze before, Mr. Kahnso?\"\n\n\"Can you just arrest me, please?\" Kahnso lamely asked, gazing across the featureless plains. \"Please?\"\n\nWith the oppressive trousers off, Kaz tugged down her jockstrap. She adored everything about it. She loved wearing it, loved the support and the masculinity, loved the savage red color of the pouch and the way fitness bro morons always gawked when they saw the big, fat cock she kept stashed in it. She had so many good memories with her jockstrap, and when she notched her big dick in Kahnso's ass crack, she knew she was about to add another to the fold. \"Nah, it'd be a buncha paperwork I don't feel like filling out. Relax, prettyboy - I bet you did this to get your first record deal or something, right?\"\n\n\"Bitch,\" Kahnso hissed, \"I'm gonna cut off your fucking head. I'll shove your own dick down--.\" The butting of Kaz's blunt cockhead against his anus silenced Kahnso. He bit his lip, puckering it between his prominent saber teeth. At that moment, the fact that he was about to be raped on the side of the road sank home in all its horrible reality. He whined with distress the sadistic otter loved: \"Veronica! Help me!\"\n\nThe kangaroo's laughter had been tapering off... and now it started again, so wild she sounded almost out of breath. Her stomach was starting to hurt. From the front of the car where she was leaning, she called out, \"I'll get you an _extra big_ ice pack! I'll kiss it and make it better!\"\n\nNow Kaz laughed too, but she didn't particularly want to. What she wanted was to fuck the rockstar, and she pushed with her hips to get exactly that underway. Plump otter meat leaking copious precum speared open the singer's well-licked asshole, dragging a bellowing, shuddering noise of pain out of him made complete by a lurch up from the quarter panel of the car. Kaz grimaced and slammed her paws down on his shoulders, just managing to pin him down again.\n\n\"Stay put!\" she snapped. Her outburst quickly silenced the kangaroo's laughing, which had previously shown no signs of stopping.\n\nKahnso found the silence of the highway unnerving after that. He fumbled with his cuffed paws, finding his wrists suddenly very sore. \"It _hurts,_ you dingbat,\" he said in a hiss. \"I can't just stay fucking put.\"\n\n\"You will if you don't want mace in your eyes while you have a dick up your ass,\" said Officer Kaz sharply. Her expression had changed, becoming one of total malevolence. She clawed Kahnso's shoulders, but to little effect: regulation demanded claws be short and buffed. It was little more than a harmless rake on his skin. Much more threatening was the way the ground her cock into him, defying anal walls far tighter than she had expected from the pretty puffiness of his asshole. Beneath her, he squirmed and soon began to whine like a common victim.\n\nKaz chanced a look at Veronica, only a respectable distance away, watching with concern despite the blush and tears still lingering from her laughing fit. Now the kangaroo looked guilty as well as concerned, but she looked resigned too, Kaz thought. She didn't see Veronica as being rash enough to try and kill a cop for her idiot husband's sake.\n\n\"I gotta say this,\" growled Kaz, just as her taut hips came to a rest against Kahnso's bottom. \"It may not be my place to punish you for crimes you've committed, but you never did a single day for all those rapes that were in the news. Seems to me something like this serves you right, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"All of those cunts were asking for it, and so are you,\" Kahnso answered. Despite the severe rhetoric, his actual tone was lame and weak. Kaz knew what idiot jocks sounded like when they were trying not to cry over the ruination of their precious, straight butts, and Kahnso ticked all the boxes.\n\nKaz sniggered, rolling her hips. She pushed into Kahnso just to assert herself, keeping her cock buried in him. Her heavy ballbag dragged against his, trading sweat. Slowly then, wanting to keep control, she pulled back her meat to the middle of the shaft. As suddenly as slamming a door, Kaz pounded it home and made the rockstar yelp. From the corner of her eye, Kaz saw the kangaroo wince. \"So were you, driving fast enough to kill yourself, your woman, _and_ somebody who doesn't even have a say in it. With drugs on you - and shut the fuck up about how you didn't know you had them.\" The otter leaned heavily on Kahnso, draping herself lower until her breasts bumped his shoulder blades. With sharp otter teeth, she bit a splayed ear and made him shout in pain. She drew no blood.\n\n\"You fucking _bitch,\"_ the rockstar groused, sounding more impotent with every sentence. \"Fucking police brutality, that's what this shit is. You think you're gonna get away with this?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I do, unless you want to get cornholed a who-o-ole bunch more times in an Aussie holding cell,\" Kaz chirped with obvious relish. Breasts against his back and paws on the immaculate, but dusty paint of his Lambo, she rolled her hips against his pampered ass over and over. The fuck was agonizing physically, as to be expected, but Kaz thought the mental aspect must be so much worse for the prettyboy singer. \"Gawddamn, you're _tight,_ you do kegels I bet.\"\n\nThe singer hissed, his red-cheeked grimace mere punctuation for the indignity he suffered. His lack of a verbal response had nothing to do with an attempt to keep from giving the bitch any satisfaction; he was just too angry to do anything but hiss and snarl and huff. He pulled at the cuffs, making the links grind and the loops creak, but not even his monstrous strength could break apart high-tensile steel.\n\nVeronica meandered around the car, catching Kaz's attention from the periphery of her vision. The kangaroo was watching closely, the look on her face seemingly apologetic. She leaned heavily on the Lambo, making its suspension dip on the right side, much as Kahnso and Kaz's combined weight more sharply dipped the left. \"Kahnso?\"\n\nHe groaned miserably. Kaz thought again of a bratty teenager and snickered. \"What do you want?\"\n\nShe looked at Kahnso, then his rapist, meeting her eyes in what seemed a meaningful gaze. A smile creased Veronica's pretty snout, prompting Kaz to widen her own. \"I'm sorry,\" she said to her husband, still looking dead-on at Kaz. \"But watching you get fucked is hot, babe.\" She snaked a hand down her taut belly; Kaz saw the dead white fur of scar tissue on her knuckles as they slipped into her shorts. \"Maybe it's not how you _wanted_ to do it, but you're making me really wet, babe...\"\n\nKahnso stared at her, his expression almost constant, but exaggerating then mellowing a bit with each firm grind from the otter. \"How come you're only a fun slut when I can't fuck you?\" he asked, following it with a despondent whine.\n\n\"Shit, I re-e-eally like your woman, buddy,\" said Kaz, causing the self-abusing kangaroo to chuckle sheepishly. \"Mmm, your asshole is gonna smell like my dong for weeks. Gonna have to get it bleached _again_ just to wash out that otter funk, aren't you?\"\n\n\"I don't have my asshole--!\" Kahnso sputtered hatefully, slinging droplets of spit on the car. \"Fucking shut _up,_ you freak bitch!\" Veronica was having a hard time keeping in the giggles, but narrowly managed to keep from busting out laughing again.\n\n\"Ooh, yeah, talk to me all feisty, prettyboy!\" gushed Officer Kaz, mashing her hips against his rear fast and sharp enough to make an audible spank. To her great pleasure, Kahnso yelped. \"You make such hot noises... you're _at least_ as good as that football player I assfucked a couple months ago.\"\n\n\"I hate you-u-u,\" Kahnso whined. \"I hate you _both._ Bitches.\"\n\nVeronica was touching herself only idly, but the effort was what pleased Kaz. The otter was even more pleasantly surprised when Veronica leaned down, momentarily giving Kaz a deep view into her cleavage, before going nose to nose with Kahnso across the back of the car. \"Kahnso, babe, c'mon. Isn't this kinda hot?\" she asked him, smiling bashfully. \"You getting nailed by some cop, me here watching, _outside,_ come o-o-on... it's really doing it for me, don't you like that?\"\n\nKahnso avoided her eyes. He huffed, flaring his nostrils wide. Veronica giggled. \"You only pout like that when you don't wanna say I'm right. Come on, let her finish up, and then you can finish _me_ up.\"\n\nOverhead, Kaz huffed and crooned. She looked like was the queen of all she surveyed then and there, her face plastered with a big and toothy grin, her breasts heaving with each sharp breath she took. Each pulse of her member reamed Kahnso wider, complementing the throb of his swollen pucker. \"Good as I'm feeling, I'll fuck her _for_ you after I nut in your bleached ass,\" said Kaz. \"Make your ass gape _and_ your woman squirt. Only way I could emasculate you more is if they let me carry my buck knife on patrol!\"\n\nKahnso grumbled, but Veronica promisingly said nothing. She kissed her sour-faced fox on the lips and straightened herself out, soon putting a knee up on the car as she played with her hidden loins. Kaz watched her, licking her lips, swishing her rudder. Her thoughts were on the kangaroo already, but she kept rolling her hips against Kahnso, determined to make a cum dumpster of him. \"Hey,\" she said at the kangaroo, \"how's about you pull that thing up? Just 'cause I have a set of my own doesn't mean I don't appreciate some good tits.\"\n\nWith no fuss or fanfare, Veronica pulled up her sweaty tank top and let her full jugs breathe. The barbells glistened in the sunlight, pierced nipples made stiff by the pleasure and the heat. Even Kahnso looked, licking his lips and a saber tooth in a lustful display.\n\n\"That's the stuff, there,\" said Kaz, her mild Australian drawl making the words more exotic to the Americans. \"Christ... good timing with those things. Here it comes, prettyboy, I'm gonna knock you the fuck up,\" proclaimed the otter with a snicker. She gyrated into him, firm hips grinding on that taut, perfect ass again and again. Her balls dragged on his, still exchanging swabs of sweat, driving home exactly who was in charge with the simple touch of her fat dickgirl balls against his soft, white backsack. She bit her lip, putting ruts into it, and she much the same gripped his shoulders and put marks in his flesh. She held him like they were handlebars. Kaz panted and crooned as the rush of climax took hold. The sudden arch of her spine happened in reflex, and a similar jerk of her head slung sweat out of her fiery red hair and onto the parched pavement. \"Fu-u-uck! _Take_ it, you pussy singer!\"\n\nKaz let loose into Kahnso, uncut otter meat blasting fat ropes into the singer's muscular bottom. He grunted and grimaced, experiencing not pain but the awkward and hard-to-describe feeling of being ejaculated into. He clenched his eyes and his asshole in reflex, wringing his paws in the cuffs and curling his toes against the pavement. The police officer's semen filled him in just a few fat bursts. She overfilled him with a few more, and he felt the pressure when her spunk could enter him no deeper nor escape around her plugging, fat cock. The seal broke a moment later, sending spent jizz jetting against the otter's plump ballbag.\n\nThe otter felt the squirt and hardly missed a beat: \"Hah, made you cum! Squirted right out of your tight little boy-pussy, didn't you, prettyboy?\"\n\nVeronica gnawed her lip, knuckle-deep in herself. A soft, wet, and unmistakable noise filled the open air, timed to the tenting of her shorts. She licked her sore lip then asked, \"Feel good, Kahnso? You like it, babe?\"\n\n\"Fuck you, Veronica. Fuck both of you.\"\n\nAfterglow sent shivers up Kaz's spine, a welcome feeling in the heat. She pulled back her cock slowly but carelessly. Most of the cum she had so generously shot into his ass gushed free of the gaped ring of his anus easily. The heavy drool which followed utterly coated the back of his balls and dripped down to the pavement lackadaisically.\n\nOfficer Kaz patted his ass as if he were a draft horse who had just helped her plow the field. \"Good boy,\" she said for good measure. \"I'll let you go... _after_ I fuck your wife.\"\n\n\"Veronica,\" Kahnso whined again. \"You seriously aren't--?\"\n\n\"Fuck yeah,\" the kangaroo said, grinning. She wasn't even looking at Kahnso. Her thick, but tapering tail swished heavily in the air, telegraphing her delight. As Kaz strutted around the car, Veronica worked open her fly. She shoved down her shorts and red panties too, kicking up a plume of dust when they hit the ground. \"This is the best time I've had in weeks.\"\n\n\"Veronica, baby, is this because I fucked Jamie?\" Kahnso meekly asked. Veronica didn't answer. She couldn't even if she wanted to, because as soon as she was near, Kaz stuffed her tongue down his wife's throat.\n\nVery soon, Kahnso realized the worst part of watching the sassy otter pound his wife against the side of his car: he was hard, and his wrists were still cuffed behind his back.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}