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KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Open up!"

Tanya waited impatiently for the door to open. Her handlers buzzed in her earpiece, running through numerous contingencies in case things went awry. She ignored their chattering, preferring to stare at the door as it sat there, unopened, just waiting to be broken down.

She smiled. Hope they let me off the leash this time.

A police officer's uniform hugged tightly to her figure. The seven-foot hyena mix tapped her foot-paw, the rubber sole of her paw-protector bouncing off of the concrete. She was certainly a sight to behold. Tall, imposing, built like a tank, fearsome predatory gaze -- all stuffed into a regulation uniform as best her outfitter's could.Can't wait for some proper gear __from the force_ ,_ she whispered to herself, peeking down at her chest, where a pair of large furry breasts bulged against the buttoned-up navy clothing. It fit a human female, not someone like her, and thus her fluffy stomach was bared to the world via an exposed midriff. Some pads guarded her elbows, knees, and forearms; in her mind these were shit protection. Less body armour than desired. She (and her comrades) had gotten very far on intimidation alone, something she hoped would keep up as the Patrol and their tactics spread from one city to the next.

She banged on the door again. "OPEN UP! THIS IS THE POLICE!"

The hyena cracked her neck, letting out a gruff 'urgh' as she did.

What's taking so long?

Her earpiece quietened down. Seems they'd run out of things to say. Another minute standing here like an idiot, and she'd be gone -- contraband be damned!

Wait! A click...the door crept open. A leery eye gazed out from the thin crack. It was a rabbit. Early twenties. Matched the suspect's description. Upon catching sight of the hulking hyena he gulped, which ignited a spark deep within Tanya's instincts. She'd found her prey.

Cautioning herself against anything rash, she cleared her throat: "ahem! Excuse me sir, but I have a warrant to search your house," she said, flashing a sheet of paper, "for any trace of illegal substances."

"I...um..." the lithe lapine stammered. He lost the courage to answer. It returned with a vengeance when he realised something important: "hey! Aren't you supposed to read me my rights?"

"Nice try," Tanya chuckled, her maw brimming with sharp teeth, sending waves of fear through her suspect, "but a couple things. One: you've got the order all wrong, Miranda rights are for arrests or interrogation, not calling to somebody's front door. Two: I am no longer legally obligated to read them, no matter the situation, thanks to our dear city's new policing policy."

"But...but..."

"Zero tolerance," she said, her sadistic streak teasing her to go further.

The suspect's ear flicked.

"Like I said: nice try." She placed her hand firmly on his door. "Don't you worry sir, we'll soon get to the truth."

The rabbit winced when his feeble ruse was spoiled. His door was secured by a chain, so she would have to use force to enter, something he thought could be avoided if he was smart. Unfortunately, panic set in, and his brain was of no more use than steering the direction a particularly well-honed fight-or-flight response decided to take.

He looked at the intrusive officer. The hyena's dark muzzle sat in strong contrast with her speckled beige fur. A bristling mane of hair ran from her skull, down her neck and back, with a wiry texture. Powerful physique. Intimidating muzzle...those jaws had chomped on a few unfortunate criminals in their time. She cut a fearsome figure, all bound tightly in navy blue. On her buxom chest a badge glimmered -- the initials P.H.P.D. emblazoned on the metallic emblem. He followed the line of her shirt buttons to her waist and bare belly, noticing her holster -- among other things. The hyena's skirt looked too short for her stature. He was drawn from her hips to her muscled thighs, and the massive bulge that lay dormant...

He shivered.

...she was packing more than heat.

Impatient, the officer pushed her way inside, the chain snapping as it offered zero resistance to her strength. The suspect tried to move out of the way, but she restrained him. Time to get a good look at her perp...

Rabbit. Early/mid-twenties. Thin build. Patchy fur. Wears a lotta green t-shirts.

She watched him struggle under her grasp.

Yep, it's him alright.

He was holding a travel bag, slung over his shoulder. "Going somewhere?"

"N-no, I--"

"Because it looks like you were about to skip town. Were you?"

He failed to reply, instead hanging his head low -- large lapine ears drooping further than Tanya had ever thought possible. Almost cartoonish.

"C'mon, question time."

"Hey! Not so rough!" His protest was ruined when, after a quick stumble backwards, a clear plastic baggie fell from his travel bag. Tanya saw the whole thing, and revelled in the 'oh shit' expression he made when it smacked the hard floor and spilled a white power.

"Rumbled are we?" She laughed. One hand pinning him by the neck to the wall, she bent over to pick up the sizeable amount of evidence. "What have we here?"

He shrank into the wall, trying to minimize his presence. Tanya glared at him -- not angrily...her eyes shone with something other than anger...

"Busted, I'm afraid," she waved the baggie in his face, "any more? Or do I have to...extract that information another way?"

Her suspect kept quiet.

"C'mon pal, I know you're holdin' out on me."

The rabbit hesitated. Eventually, he relented: "yeah."

"Then why don't you take out the rest and show me."

Tanya waited for him to gather to courage to move. She really did a number on him; her paw's steely grip was a constant reminder of her overwhelming physical power. The rabbit nervously stuck his hand into the travel bag. Her senses buzzed with alertness, now more than ever was the time to pay attention to each move he made.

This paid off. Big time.

No sooner than his arm began to withdraw from the bag, her suspicions were confirmed. A dark metal object could be seen trailing behind his hand. Intercepting his attempt at brandishing a pistol, she slammed his wrist against the wall -- knocking the gun from his grip. Lightning-fast reflexes caught the falling firearm, allowing Tanya to unload the clip and tuck it into her belt. He shook, the consequences of lying playing out in his mind.

Tanya was furious. Prick pulled a gun on her! That's one way to piss her off...

"Tough guy, huh?" she said, forcing him to drop the bag entirely, "don't worry, I have ways of solving that." Kicking the bag aside, she loosed her grip on his delicate body. Much as she'd love to slowly crush him with her bare paws she knew Internal Affairs would have a field day with that -- so no ultra-violence today.

He flattened himself against the wall, raising his hands. She could read him like a book, one whose pages were riddled with the phrase: 'I'm done for'.

"You aren't gonna run for it, are you?" She watched him nod. "Good, because you're on strike two."

"T-two!? What was the first st-strike?" Beneath his whimpers lay an offended streak that she detected, faint yet indignant...he was starting to regain a small measure of confidence. If only his voice could remain as steady as his sense of wannabe defiance...

"One was not treating me with the proper amount of respect the moment you opened the door. Two was pulling out a gun, or trying to. Again disrespectin' me."

"Fuck you," he snapped.

The policewoman chuckled. Her hand raised up in front of him, with one digit curled. "That's strike three. On cue."

Satisfied he was cowed enough to not flee, she unclasped her belt, a broad paw undoing the material on her waist as she worked to partially undress. Her skirt slid upwards, hiking past her upper thighs, retracting into her uniform -- giving him full view of her enormous bulge as it strained against its containment. Next, her thong was released, flipping open the capacious pouch to reveal a monster of a herm cock, throbbing and leaking pre, balls swinging like grapefruits behind, filled with seed.

All clothing cleared from between her legs with a few swift motions, Tanya stepped toward her unfortunate captive. "Like the look of my baton?" she asked, stuffing her thong into the breast pocket of her uniform, her other hand caressing the giant shaft.

"I start workin' perps over with this, they end up singing whatever tune I want 'em to. You want a taste of my power? My authority?"

He shook his head, fearful of what she intended.

"Well too bad!" With rubbing motions she squeezed her cock, her furry sac shaking as her paw worked the shaft -- those great orbs wobbled with each stroke, and the dark-coloured flesh of her thick, dripping member shone in the light, like wet rubber after the rain. Tanya was ready to exercise her power. "Now that I've let go, I hope you will be more cooperative than the last punk I had to handle using my special equipment."

Her frightened little rabbit didn't say much, just tried to pull back further and further from her advancing organ as it ran slick with expectant juices. The hyena's gaze filled him with dread. She was enjoying every second of his torment, his...anticipation...

As her maw opened -- no doubt to sneer and issue taunts -- and those razor-sharp predatory teeth occupied his vision, he made a desperate decision to run. After all her attempts to get him to come quietly he'd bolted. Tanya's growls followed him through the house, nipping at his heels as his bare pads pitter-pattered on the floor, chasing him ahead of her physical bulk.

She walked quickly to the back of the house, her finger pressing to her earpiece. "Suspect fleeting," she stated calmly, "on foot, authorised to pursue?"

Barely any time passed before getting her answer: "go ahead. Capture the suspect by whatever means necessary. You are authorised for full penetration."

"I love this job."

In pursuit, she followed his path, cock and balls swinging in the wind as she galloped -- first through the garden, then a side door to a small back street. She saw his figure shrink as he made good time. She'd soon change that! Her broad, muscled legs propelled her forward, pounding the ground with her heavy footfalls. Her arms moved in perfect synchronicity with her lower half as she tilted forward and controlled her pace and breathing, employing every sprinting technique she knew. Her breasts bounced in her woefully inadequate uniform, putting paid to the notion that she didn't need a sports bra.Fuck, she cursed under bated breath, I owe Darla fifty bucks for thinking I could go braless on-duty!

The chase was on, and she loved every second of it.

Her suspect turned a corner. She followed, and caught sight of him vaulting a wooden fence. Nothing too extreme, about chest-height, but if that bunny punk thought it would slow her down he had another thing coming. Tanya barged through, kicking down the weak wooden wall and continuing her pursuit, hot on his heels. He glanced back at her, charging like a half-naked terminator. That dick...he didn't want to be anywhere near that bad boy, especially when its owner wanted nothing more than to plant it somewhere warm and soft, and he was looking pretty warm and soft at the moment! Slender, soft-bodied, cute long ears, and a puffy little tail that wiggled above his tush as he ran...these qualities did not put him in the category of 'alpha male', something his pursuer was frighteningly closer to, and fully aware of.

Why'd it have to be a herm? Why couldn't it be a regular beat cop?

Down the street, both predator and prey kept up the chase at a frantic pace. They'd come into the open now. Passers-by were treated to the scene of a muscular herm running after a criminal, her dick out and on display for the whole world to see. People kept their distance, wanting nothing to do with the commotion.

Into an alleyway, through another doorway, over a wall, and finally intruding into another garden. Tanya's hunt was at an end. A male and female human were tending plants peacefully until both anthros dashed through their neatly-maintained flowerbeds -- tossing up muck and pretty petals as they ground the flowers into the dirt. The guy stood up while his wife crawled away in fear. Cries of shock and surprise were heard. The hungry policewoman paid no attention to them, instead keeping her eye fixed on her fleeing suspect.

He tripped in the middle of the lawn, face-planting with an audible 'oof'. Tanya slowed her run to a walk, afforded time to savour the approach. "End o' the line pal," she said with a smirk. The human couple watched her pass them, eyes wide at the sight of her large erection. Her cheeks moved sensually as her furry ass gave them a great rear view of any potential action. Her observers did not try to leave or interrupt her victory march, too bewildered by the scene to do anything.

The rabbit rose from the ground, pieces of grass stuck to his snout. He held himself up, on arms and knees, panting. "Okay...okay...you win. Ya got me. Too fuckin' fast..."

"Yeah I don't eat a lot o' donuts, that helps."

"All this -- hack-- over some coke?"

Don't forgot about your stunt with the gun, punk. "Zero tolerance."

"Urgh! God-dammit! Shit!" A barrage of curses spewed from him, his fists striking the soil. "Listen," he said meekly to the towering herm, "listen...I give up, okay? Just cuff me and take me in."

Tanya stood beside him, sucking her cheek. She debated his request internally. One quick scratch of her neck and she had an answer for him: "afraid I can't do that, not yet anyway."

"What? Wuh-why?"

"Tsk-tsk- __tsk_._You've shown yourself to be far more trouble than it's worth to simply cuff and haul to the car, and I make good on my threats."

The domineering hyena picked him up and pushed him down, forcing him to get on his knees and sit within inches of her penis.

"I'm tired, horny, and angry. Any one of those things would spell trouble for a punk like you. All three though? You better make me happy or else!"

The feeling of ramming her studly sabre down his warm throat was unforgettable. He gave little to no real resistance, allowing her dick into his cowardly maw with ease. His jaw stretched to contain the large intruder, keeping him from biting or issuing any sort of disagreeable act of defiance. Tanya moaned. Her cock travelled down his throat, barely letting a wisp of air through as the rabbit panicked. His gasping gulps brought joy -- the squeeze of his air-starved lungs not getting their fill rippled across her length. Her balls draped over his fluffy chin when she angled herself atop him, aiming for better, deeper penetration. She sighed as she withdrew, the sputtering coughs of her victim a melody indeed!

Many more times she forced him to give head, until the tingle deep in her balls could not be suppressed anymore.

"RRRRAAAAARRRRGHGHHH!!!"

The howling hyena grabbed him roughly by the ears, cum bubbling up from the depths of her sac. Forcing him to take her whole length -- as much as physically possible -- she dragged his head towards her. When she at long last erupted, he tried to hold his mouth around her monstrous meat, as thick, gummy ropes of hyena seed burst from her tip. She maintained her strict hold on his head, pumping vast quantities of her sticky goop into his captive maw. White cream spilled from the weak seal his lips made, the rabbit struggling to either swallow or expel the rushing tide. Her cock throbbed with each forceful ejaculation. The ache in her balls subsided.

Tanya released him, allowing the poor lapine to pull away. He freed himself from her mighty grasp, ejecting her solid shaft as more jets of seminal fluid shot forth from the dark, salty flesh. After being thoroughly waterboarded by her cum, he spat out the remnants in the mouth, his face-fur receiving a nice coating of stickiness as her dick continued to spurt. He collapsed, on his knees, barely supporting his body, suffocated by the ordeal. The herm hyena's seed drenched his bunny ears, head, the exposed parts of his neck, upper arms, and his t-shirt, congealing on his fur and ruining his hide. No amount of bathing would completely cleanse the filth that clung to him...

"Jah-geez! Fffuuccckkk," he moaned, his speech wheezy from lack of air. Deep breaths filled his lungs with fresh vigour, and energy returned to him.

She purred, like a cat but far more intimidating. Even in pleasure she was scary! Her member relaxed, still hard, but somewhat satisfied.Bitchin',_her internal monologue said, _never thought I'd get off on-duty today. God bless the P.H.P.D.!

She waited to drop the bad news on him, but she reckoned he needed a break. In the meantime, she caressed her thighs, rubbing the tense region, trying to sooth any leftover cramps from the pursuit. Bending over, she exposed her naked rear to the viewing couple, who looked on in shock at her actions. One hand covering their mouths, the other holding their partner's.

The thirsty officer squeezed her breast, the plump boob tingling from her stimulation. How she'd love to get her top off...however, despite her rampant sexually-aggressive persona, she had some degree of professionalism to adhere to. Her branch of law enforcement may be...unconventional...but that didn't permit her to discard her uniform on a whim -- no matter how she felt in the moment.Stupid red tape.

"Not over yet, pal!"

Her captive coughed. "Wait! Please! You said I had to make you happy!"

"I'll be the judge o' that," she growled, commanding him to turn around. His knees were dirtied by the movements he made, adding to his dishevelled appearance.

"Don't think you're behaved enough. Gotta learn better manners!"

"Whuh!?"

"I said manners!" She placed a broad foot-paw on his back and forced him to the ground. "Yes ma'am...no ma'am...that sorta thing. Understand?"

"Yuh-yes ma'am."

"Now I'm gonna have to remove some offendin' items of clothing."

"Offending?"

"Yeah, they offend me by clingin' to your tight fuckable body. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good." He only wore a t-shirt and shorts -- not much of an obstacle. She tore them away with ease. By now he knew the score: his ass was Tanya's property.

Her enormous bulk hovered over him. Getting closer. She settled into a broad squat, the lapine's rear aligning with her bent form. Rough manhandling followed as she pinned him down. Her thighs bunched, her cock and balls dripping with wetness -- erect as ever. Catching glimpses of her hardness, the immediate memory of being forced to blow her was brought to the forefront of his thoughts. He tasted the saltiness of her cum in his mouth...long after swallowing her seed...

The rabbit winced as she lined her cock up against the crevice that separated his succulent cheeks. A low rumbling purr came from behind. She had no intention of stopping!Oh God, he whined quietly.

"You got a soft butt there, punk."

"I--?"

She tapped his back. "Manners. Remember?"

"Uh yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

She sighed happily. "This is what I'm talkin' about!"

Pressing her dick against his crack, she nudged forward. To his surprise, she was quite delicate in her movements. How long that would last was anybody's guess. Her captive remained compliant, on all fours awaiting penetration with a uncomfortable grimace. He felt her bulky tip poke him, stabbing his taint (just above his exposed balls) as she made grumbling sounds. The slimy slivers of pre that she exuded, combined with the remnants of her prior ejaculation, got him wet between the cheeks. He then sensed her thumb rub the liquid along his whole ass. The feel of her rough pad was only slightly dulled by the slick coating, and he shivered whenever her claw so much as danced a hair's breadth from his flesh. With fur around the area matted, and the withdrawal of her digit, he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes.

Tanya mushed her rigid pillar against his body, revelling in the tingles that emerged when his body subtly shook with fear. Made for a nice sensation -- her little vibrator...

She made sure to lube him up good, but instead of ramming her dick in right away she used a free finger to slowly open his pucker, pushing inside and preparing his anal cavity for her monster. "Atta boy, gotta get you good an' ready. Last perp I took down this way I nearly split in two! Don't want another poor soul on my conscience, understand?"

"Yuh-yes ma'am."

She ran her cock up-and-down his ass, tip tickled by his pom-pom-esque tail.

"Getting you opened up is important. My_baton_ is quite the instrument. And I gotta take care of it. No use wrecking myself on some criminal's hole if I can't help it. Makes it more enjoyable if I take the time necessary to prep you." After a minute of poking and prodding, she was satisfied with his stretchiness. Moving her hand to her shaft, the other gripping his waist, she pressed forward. Her tapered tip made contact. He gasped. The feeling of dread that'd slowly built up became unbearable. "Oooohhh yeeeaaaahhhh..."

Tanya moaned as she entered him, spreading his precious behind. His tail-hole stretched to accommodate her spear-like cock-head. Biting down, locking his jaw, the rabbit suppressed a cry of pain. She was only an inch or two deep and already it was too much. But he didn't raise an objection -- his consent wasn't a factor here. The large herm slid inside, taking things gradually. He peeked over his shoulder. She'd thrown her head back and her massive jaws were hanging open. Her tongue lolled, the great rope of flesh draping over the side of her mouth. Her resonant purring continued.

"Ggggrrrrmmmmhhhhh...aaaahhhhhh..."

The slender creature beneath her remained still. Why, one hand almost covered half his waist! So small, so vulnerable. Hard to imagine this punk giving her grief ten minutes earlier. Oh, he was well and truly under her thumb.God he feels like I'm sticking my dick in a silk stocking three sizes too small for me!

She went deeper, sinking another two inches.

...

Five. Five inches total. Then she met resistance.

"GAH!" she roared, annoyed, "what is with bunny rabbits!? Every one of your species I've ever fucked starts to block me about this much in. I know you guys have more give than that!"

"Sorry...ma'am...I-I-I--"

"'Sorry' nothing! I'll loosen you up, just you watch." A snarl accompanied a renewed effort to probe his depths. Her prey's muffled squeals reached her ears and filled her with glee. Her member sank further, her hips applying greater and greater force to enter him. His tail-hole_schlerped_ and schlorped as she watched her length disappear. It took a lot of strength not to let her instincts take over, and slam into his ass as hard and fast as possible. Oh the notion tempted her, but she chose not to abandon all reason. One wrong move...one overeager squeeze...and his spine would crack. That was a whole lotta paperwork she didn't intend to revisit.

"AAHH!!! PLEASE...S-STOP!!!"

"Please stop...and...?"

"Please stop ma'am!"

The herm policewoman laughed.

"I ain't stopping. Not on your terms. Better buckle up and take it." She was at the two-thirds point, her cock constricted by his warm, tight walls. Her balls, straining to contain copious amounts of hyena-seed, started to ache.Already? Down girl, I want time to enjoy this!

"Urrgghh." A big moan heralded and end to her advance. Her member sat at 90% of the way in, forcing open the rabbit's tight insides into a more accommodating capacity. The slick feel of her lubricated shaft resting within teased her -- a blissful taste of things to come.

"You okay down there?"

"If I say no...what happens then, ma'am?"

"I ignore you."

He went quiet.

"No objections? Excellent," she grinned.

Retreating from his ass, she pulled her hips back. A wet sounds of her cock pulling out, squelching in accordance with the shape of her organ as each inch departed, entertained the horny hyena. She left her tip inside. The open air burned; cold seared her reproductive flesh. How nice it would feel to go back in...

Her grip tightened. Now both hands lay firmly on his waist. Palms holding his sides. Thumbs depressing his love handles. Fingers scratching his belly.

She began to thrust.

A cacophonous growl escaped her lips as her first thrust reached its zenith. The fearsome, feral exclamation cut through the air like a knife. The onlooking humans cowered, though they weren't the intended target of her bark. Getting as close to the hilt as possible, she speared her suspect's soft behind. Her sac whacked his taint -- giant wrecking-balls compared to his meagre package -- causing his butt to wobble, and waves of shaking to emanate across his lower body. "Nice an' bouncy," she murred, going in for another powerful thrust.

The rabbit's fists dug into the soil, clawing up grass and muck as he struggled in vain to find a stable position amid the feverish pounding he received. Above him, the hyena's maw dripped hungrily with saliva, drool falling onto his back as he was rocked by her. Her tempo grew fiercer. Each second in time punctuated with the slap of balls against his underside. Her lusty moans and groans were non-stop. He regretted ever pulling a gun on her, cowering beneath her punishing thrusts.

"GRARGH!!!"

Tanya was in heaven. Once she'd broken down his internal defences and widened the passageway for her engorged shaft, she could sit back, relax, and enjoy the pounding. Whenever her balls smacked his rear she felt a spark of pain shoot through her. In the sea of rampaging hormones and incessant pleasures, however, it soon got lost. Its signal lost to the noise of her pleasure. Though her eyes were shut tight, she held in her mind's eye a perfect vision of her suspect's scrunched-up face -- fighting to decide if pleasure or pain was the more pertinent feeling she gave him. His adorable bunny features, coated in cum, the latest in a long line of conquests.

Reaching the peak -- or very near the peak -- of sexual ecstasy, Tanya slowed her pace. There was no sense in firing prematurely. No, she wanted to take her time, despite what her instincts would have you believe.Oooh this fucker's squeezing every inch outta me! I gotta go out on patrol more often, if this is thecalibre of ass I can get my hands on...

As she pumped, her remaining uniform bounced along with her. Her braless tits bobbed relentlessly, her hard nipples ablaze. The slightest movement set them off, surging throes of sexual ecstasy reaching every point that had nerve endings.

_Slap-slap-slap._The onomatopoeic chorus their bodies produced accompanied every thrust, every whimper, every hard-fought scream silenced from lack of breath. Tanya loved it. The less said about her hapless victim the better, as he hid his face between his arms, ass raw from her relentless assault.

The herm's colossal appetite was not yet sated. More time passed. More fucking. Leaving him exhausted and sore. Tanya's posture held itself, her knees pointing outwards as she squatted to reach him. Her foot-paws left an indent in the ground as her weight bore down upon the Earth -- helpless to do nothing but witness this perversion of nature claim another's ass. Speaking of witnesses...

The human couple were trapped in a state of pure, unadulterated shock. Granted, they'd been this way since Tanya first smashed her way onto the scene, but you can't expect ordinary people to not gawp and stare at extraordinary events. They'd watched the news, and knew of her kind in the theoretical sense only. Bulked up. Enhanced. The brainchild of Mayor Hallenstat's latest police initiative. Looking at the pictures on the TV was one thing, 'twas a whole other mess to see a uniformed officer of the P.H.P.D. excitedly ramming her enormous cock into the ass of a small lapine anthro. All in the comfort of their garden!

As if remembering she had an audience (a real miracle given what she was preoccupied with), Tanya swished her tail in a hypnotic fashion. The gentle sway of her tail, and the musclebound ass it was attached to, caught the attention of the couple.

They stared. Tanya put on an unreal show.

The mighty form of the officer's body rocked with astonishing regularity. Growling. Groaning. Grunting. She pressed on, thrusting and thrusting into her prey's tight hold. Reeling in the intense feeling she generated...the sublime sensation of penetrating the wimpy rabbit...his insides helpless against her size. "FUCK!" she cried, pounding him with the intensity of a steam-hammer.

The frightened mess attached to her dick did little to persuade her to stop, having resigned himself to his punishment. Thick hyena-meat forcing him wide open, stabbing his depths, left him wracked with pain. His own genitals fizzed in pale mockery of her prowess -- his stimulated prostate the one upside of his predicament. Each beat of her rhythm was accompanied by a hard slap of her giant orbs. Mercilessly fucking him without rest.

Here it comes...

He felt Tanya's twitching, knowing moments beforehand she was about to blow. A tenseness developed. Her thrusts became erratic. His mind braced him for the eventual climax.

Pity he couldn't do the same for his body.

Tanya came. In a fit of bestial fury she screamed bloody murder. Her body bent over, desperate to keep going. Her chest soon collided with her suspect's back, uniform crumpling on contact. She wrapped around him. Her voice was deafening. Teeth clamped down on one of his ears. Blood was drawn. Agony, intense and piercing. Her body heaved, giving it one last hurrah. And finally, with a painful smack of swollen balls, she let loose.

"RRRRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!"

Her tip sprayed copiously. Thick jets of cum came in bated blasts. Tanya's monster dong did its duty, emptying her balls into his stretchy insides. Predator. Prey. Dominant. Submissive. Words did not do justice to the moment.

His body jerked with the eruption of her cock. White, gooey liquid filled him. More and more. A seemingly-endless supply. It had to stop soon, right? His head sank, defeated. His belly filled with cum, bloating, expanding to contain the torrential flood of Tanya's fluids. He groaned as his stomach expanded, insides stretching as the thick liquid spread everywhere his back passage led to. Stuck in her vice-grip, he limited himself to short breaths, his heart racing in the aftermath of her climax. His small package tingled in the wake of the assault on his prostate, sending meek pleasure signals to his exhausted body -- a hopeless endeavour to soothe his aches and pains.

Tanya yowled, lifting herself from him. "Damn, not even half the time I thought you'd take. Tighter than I expected."And I'm still horny as hell!

She pulled out. The thick, creamy mess of her spunk oozed from his pucker, leaking constantly as the object keeping it corked inside disappeared. Her cum spilled onto his thighs and legs, ruining his patchy hide with a dark, sticky stain. "Not gonna pump you again, I think your body's only able to handle one pounding. Lucky you." She rubbed his head with little regard to her strength. Reaching down, she gave herself a couple more tugs, watching her balls empty completely as the last few spurts ejaculated from her meaty endowment.

She pressed her earpiece. "Suspect apprehended."

The young couple was next to be checked out. She panted, looking over at them.Damn,_she remarked, _almost forg __o_ t those two were there!_Their horrified faces danced between the rabbit (fucked to exhaustion on the lawn, midsection grossly inflated), and the enormous cock dangling from between the officer's legs, droplets of her home-grown stickiness falling to the ground.

She stood up.

"Ahh...no more...puh-please...hack...j-just arrest me..."

Polishing her baton, Tanya rose to her feet. Once most of her fluids had been wiped away, she turned to the humans. From her uniform pocket she fished her thong -- stuffing her swollen length into the silk sling. A toothy grin made them recede, scrabbling backwards once they realised her full attention was on them. Nothing came of their fears, however, and one tip of her police cap later they were more at ease. Tanya threw in a casual two-fingered salute from her brow for good measure. "No need to thank me," she called over, "just keepin' the streets safe."

Her captive mumbled incomprehensibly by her feet. She used her foot-paws to roll him over, from laying on his stomach to laying on his back, and softly pressed her pads onto him. The sloshing, squirming sounds of her cum stretching his unfortunate belly entertained her. Tanya eventually grew weary of 'kicking' a man when he's down, and decided to do her job. Cuffing the perp, she tried to pull him to his feet. Too exhausted to stand, she tossed him over her shoulder, not bothering to pick up the shredded clothing he once wore.

"Sir, ma'am, you two have a nice day."

She began to leave the garden through the side entrance, after having scaled the wall in chase. Another thought crossed her mind, and she glanced back at the couple.

"Sorry about the flowers!" she quipped, nodding towards the trampled mess hunter and hunted made of their garden.

* * *

The crowd hung on every word coming from the podium. A massive number of people (humans and anthros) crowded around to hear about the latest report from the P.H.P.D. -- the 'Police Herm Patrol Division'.

Mayor Hallenstat led the speaking: "...and that is why today, of all days, we say thank you to the tireless work our new officers have done in service to this city and its people. We all owe a debt of gratitude to the constant vigilance of the P.H.P.D., an initiative I had the honour of spearheading...and one I hope to see brought to other municipalities in the future..."

Cameras flashed. Reporters scribbled notes.

"...but I can't take credit all on my own. This ceremony honours those on the front lines in our war on crime!" With a flourish she gestured behind, where on-stage several members of the eponymous 'Herm Patrol' lined up, standing to attention with perfect discipline. Tanya was among them. Two veterans and a fresh-faced cadet lined the rear alongside her: Kaysee, Bucky, and Darla. Each one a hyena, just like her. Each one varying in size and appearance.

Tanya smiled, looking first at the assembled crowd, then at her colleagues.

Kaysee was the newest member, and already proved her stripes thanks to foiling a bank robbery through...unconventional means. Thinking fast and cumming hard, the young herm doused the villainous robber in her seed, blinding him and making time for others to tackle him to the ground. Must've been a sight to behold -- thick jets of creamy white blasting across the bank foyer straight into the face of the astonished criminal. With that kind of initiative she was going places, Tanya knew it.

Next to her stood Bucky. Wide hips and big tits. She was one of the oldest and most experienced officers, and as such took on cases suited for her level of experience. She famously bust a nut in a mob boss' virgin asshole during a string operation turned violent, booking him and throwing him in prison for a long, long time. The gleaming medal pinned to her chest, courtesy of Mayor Hallenstat, recorded her triumph. Tanya -- of course -- had access to an extra-juicy detail of that case: Bucky made an under-the-table arrangement with the prison officials for conjugal visits -- whether that scumbag liked it or not! She watched her companion adjust her thong in front of everyone, grabbing her packed pouch and mushing it around. No doubt salivating over her next scheduled visit...

And now she came to Darla, her long-time friend and beleaguered partner. Darla rose through the ranks handling drug inspections during traffic stops, and Tanya also knew about her side hustle letting folks off with a warning if they 'make do' without some of their stash and kindly demonstrate to her how good their suction strength is. Catching the other hyena's eye, she gave a knowing smile.The perks of being on the force, she guessed, life ain't worth livin' if we can't skim a little extra pleasure in the line of duty.

The mayor droned on in the meantime. Her speech was wrapping up. Tanya returned from her nostalgic admiration to focus on the event in front of her. The press among the crowd piped up, readying their notepads.

Tanya's ears perked up when the last remarks passed her by. Now came the interesting part.

A flurry of hands shot skyward, eager to be the first to ask questions.

"Mrs. Mayor! Mrs. Mayor!" The curious chorus bayed.

Mayor Hallenstat raised her arms and gently subdued the crowd of journalists with a call for calm. "Folks, if you want to ask questions, myself and these brave officers of the law will be fielding them in the auditorium," she said, pointing to the government building behind her. On cue, the four herms left the stage and made their way inside, with the Mayor following soon after.

Inside, the press conference began. The space fit a smaller number of people, and many of these were working for local and national papers. Others for online blogs. A varied assortment of inquisitive minds, hanging on every word, every scrap of information about the P.H.P.D. and their activities.

"Mayor Hallenstat -- any more words on your initiative? How did you hit upon such a brilliant solution to our city's crime problem?"

"Why, brilliant? You flatter me!" She blushed under the scrutiny of camera-flashes. "I just thought a little out-of-the-box, nothing special. The results speak for themselves."

Another reporter took their turn. "Correct. Latest reports show a near-100% reduction in petty crimes citywide, and the massive drop in drug-dealing during the pilot programme does indeed speak for itself. But I am curious about the practices of the Patrol themselves -- what prompted you to choose such a radical departure from policing norms?"

"You are...referring to the doctrine of 'full penetration', I'm guessing." Seeing the reporter nod she continued: "it's a controversial choice, I agree. Many scratched their heads when I first proposed it. Then again, as Mayor I had the complete support of the Commissioner."

"A follow-up question, if I may: what do you say to critics of this programme who claim your ideas stem from 'a bizarre hyper-sexualised fetish for big girls with even bigger endowments', and that 'such institutionalised weirdness is the product of local government too obsessed with satisfying their own power-mad kinks where sanity and normality should instead prevail'?"

The mayor chuckled. "To those I ask: are you going to say that to these girls' faces!? Are you going to walk up to one of these muscled Amazons...these thick,taut-torsoed babes, prideful and powerful...so very...dominant..." she wiped a sliver of drool from the corner of her mouth in a quick motion, coughing to mask the act, "...and tell them their elected officials have 'bizarre hyper-sexualised fetishes' or 'power-mad kinks'? I don't think so!"

The reported sat down, more confused than anything. While their mind dealt with the meaning of the -- frankly odd -- remarks by Mayor Hallenstat, the city leader had moved on to the next question.

From where she stood, dignified and dangerous in equal measure, Tanya missed the question. Too caught up in getting off after this press outing -- in the most literal of senses -- she'd let her mind wander again. Sharing a glance with Darla, whilst Bucky and Kaysee kept their eyes front, she wondered how long this would take.

Amid her thoughts, the mayor's enthused warbling carried on: "...while my original plan sought to tackle tough cases with the help of the 'enhanced' women of the P.H.P.D., we all found it interesting to see how pervasive their use became. The most minor of infractions were quashed when pitted against their might. But don't take my word for it--"

She invited Darla to the microphone. The uniformed anthro strode confidently, an audible thud of her heavy paws echoing through the cacophonous soundscape of the auditorium. Before losing sight of her sister-in-uniform she fired off a wink in Tanya's direction.

A reporter waved for attention. "Ms. Darla, is it?"

The hyena grinned toothily. "That's right."

"How would you explain the success rate of the programme?"

"Where ordinary cops lack the sheer mass to survive bullet wounds, smash through obstacles, and take on an armed gang in close quarters combat...we step in. Like the mayor said, nothing's stopped us yet!"

Darla took to the limelight with glee. The questions came thick and fast...

"How long have you been with the force?"

"Do you have a preferred pronoun?"

"What's your perfect Sunday?"

These passed without issue. But as her audience salivated for the sweeter details, Darla's ego grew a thousand-fold. They wanted red meat, and who was she to deny them?

Deciding to offer a more 'hands-on' demonstration of her meaning, Darla stepped from the microphone stand and pulled up her sleeves. Here, great biceps tightened, swelling to a godlike size. She did one arm, then the next, then turned away. Her back faced the crowd. From their vantage point several feet below they spied her chunky hindquarters barely hidden from the world by her dark blue skirt. The shadowy outline of her bulbous sac tantalised lurid eyes.

Tanya tried hard not to laugh.She's gonna do it...not even kidding...

Her colleague reached down and ripped off her standard-issue thong. In a single motion she garned plenty of 'oohs' and 'aahs' -- her soft nether regions almost in reach of the audience's hungry gaze.

Tanya managed a subtle smile.That crazy bitch!

Darla swirled. Now she faced them head-on. Throbbing, leaking, mouth-watering_cock-head_-on...

"Us gals have a little extra firepower than most."

Basking in their adulation, she stood tall and proud with her sword unsheathed.

"Trust me, no-one wants to get on our bad sides!"