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Pollie in... All Clear

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Pollie © BoonyWolf

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Lieutenant Pollie sniffed the cool night air through the clear plastic filter custom-fitted to extend along the lean outline of her jaw. The possum's bright pink nose twitched as she tried to pick up on any unusual scents carried down the empty street of the commercial center. The hour was late enough that any fresh scents deserved an investigation - the high-end shops lining the road the possum strolled down held millions in inventory: electronics, clothing, furniture, and, naturally, precious gems and metals. Considering the commercial district was part of the SynTech campus near a cluster of hotels and convention spaces, security officers like Pollie patrolled regularly to ensure no would-be thieves disrupted the tranquil peace of the campus regardless of hour.

The possum didn't mind late night shifts, finding it easier to stay up to the dawn than to be awake all day in the bright sun, especially in the customized armor the lieutenant wore with a special dispensation from SynTech Security. The armor meshed with the cybernetic enhancements, most hidden beneath her pale white fur, linking her system to the suits and enabling far more rapid responses and accurate shooting than would be possible otherwise. The armor flattened across her torso with the broad armor plates, then cut in against her belly with more overlapping and flexible armor. Wide and squared off motorized armor fit around her legs, straight lines leading to the joints at the knees before continuing down to her long feet. The armor even featured small claw tips to mimic what the possum possessed naturally.

A flow of information ran across the outer edges of the visor held in place around her eyes by a stretchy band clasped in the back, which held her short-cropped blonde hair down. A pair of large black ears twitched to either side of her cap, a flat-topped and angular standard issue for campus security. The possum's bald pink tail emerged from the back of her armor wrapped a third of the way down in a stretchy, breathable fabric.

The right-most ear twitched and Pollie froze mid-step. The possum's dark blue eyes widened behind the visor as the suit automatically analyzed the noise - some sort of glass, three hundred meters away due north, approximately 410 Centurion Avenue.

"Base, unit 3-7-5, checking out a suspicious noise, confirm location."

"Location confirmed. Do you require backup?"

"No, it's probably nothing."

"Roger."

The possum clicked her jaw, ending the transmission, and rested a paw on her hip. Her gloved palm beeped and a large sidearm - a black pistol with sleek lines and a wide grip - unhinged from the thigh compartment of her left leg. She left it in, but exposed, as she changed directions and picked up her pace, walking quickly and silently on the balls of her boots.

410 Centurion Avenue turned out to be a high-end electronics store. The words "Boony's Electronics" spelled out in an elegant font cut from polished metal protruded from the storefront above a large red canopy. Lit from behind, the metallic letters glowed with a classy and polished effect. Pollie approached the shop from the side and peeked through the front window. Rows of speakers, sound systems, televisions, computers, and, further back in the shop, tall shelves full of boxes. She could see the faint glow of a light around the sides of the tall, closely-packed shelves, but couldn't tell if it was meant to be on or not. The rest of the shop was dark, lit only by the faint glow that reached the interior from the street lamp behind the possum.

There was another sound - the same as the first, according to her suit, but closer, somewhere behind the building according to the analysis of the echo in the alleyway. Curved lines formed on her visor that tracked across her vision as she turned her head to center the source somewhere around the corner. The possum darted silently to the end of the building, not wanting to give herself away in case there was trouble. It could just be a shopkeeper staying late for inventory, so there was no need to panic or rush in yet.

Pollie crept around the corner, sticking to the shadow by the wall. Her armor was dark, helping disguise her bright white pelt as she moved along towards the back of the building. Peeking around the next corner, she saw a car parked near the door, angled to be able to drive straight out of the alley without having to back up first. The door was cracked ever so slightly. Considering the car looked like a beater picked up for a couple hundred bucks and not the vehicle that an owner or manager of a high-end electronics store would own, the lieutenant set her lips into a grim frown and drew her pistol, though she thumbed the safety over to the electrical stun setting.

The possum moved silently up the small stairs and peeked through the crack in the doorway. Seeing no movement, she waited a moment and listened. There was another clink from inside, down the hallway on the... left, according to her suit diagnostics. Using the toe of her boot, the possum silently opened the door and slipped inside. She crouched low along the wall and got down near the floor and re-holstered her gun. The flat front plates of her armor hovered a few inches above the fancy laminate flooring as she peeked around the corner of the first open doorway.

Bingo.

The possum pulled back her head as her suit's visuals brought up the picture and enhanced it for the low light. Two perps, one a raccoon in a dark blue sweater and black pants, the other a dark gray rat in similar clothes. Currently attempting to break open a safe in the back office of the electronics store. Pollie clicked her jaw, activating the radio transmission, but then paused. Her eyes flicked across the image. Neither was all that large and wouldn't be hard to subdue. Maybe there was no need to call backup on this one and cause a huge scene. The commercial district was a shining jewel in the SynTech Convention Center area and bad press wouldn't look good for the company. Pollie clicked her jaw, ending the transmission. Better to wrap this up quietly in case someone was listening to the frequencies.

The gray rat and raccoon didn't notice the possum until she was behind them.

"You boys lost?"

The raccoon yelped and sprang forward, knocking his head into the side of the safe. A pair of fancy amplifiers fell from his ears as he grabbed at his head. Apparently he'd been using them to listen for the clicks from the safe's internal mechanisms. The rat's head turned slowly, eyes wide, as his fingers clutched the small tablet connected to the digital front panel of the safe by a series of wires and cords while numbers scrolled over the screen.

"Uh... this isn't what it looks like?" the rat offered.

Pollie smirked. "Try again."

"How about... uh... fuck it, run!"

The raccoon sprinted to his feet, abandoning his gear, followed quickly by the rat. Pollie managed to trip up the second one with her tail, but the other got nearly to the door before she tackled him from behind. The rat tried to climb over her to get to the door of the office as she rolled onto the floor, pinning the raccoon underneath her. His paws shoved at her armored chest as she reached out and grabbed the rat by the tail, hauling him back into the room with a yelp.

The scuffle continued, though it was clear who would win the longer it continued. Despite managing to dislodge Pollie's helmet and visor, the two managed to inflict no other damage with their flailing and scrabbling. The various grunts and gasps as Pollie did her best to pin down the squirming robbers without seriously injuring either of them echoed down the hallway. At some point, one of the would-be thieves got his claws under the panels of the front plates of Pollie's chest piece and triggered the release mechanism.

All three froze in place as a loud "SNAP" echoed through the office. Pollie's backside squeezed into a fallen chair as she straddled the raccoon while holding onto the rat's left leg in her paws. The two rounded, rectangular plates of armor fell out, pushed away with the pressure of the large breasts hidden inside. The huge orbs spilled out of the chest armor, each white-furred, wide teardrop easily twice the size of the possum's own head.

"What the-" the raccoon gasped, trying to squirm away as the possum sucked in her breath, the chill night air tingling at her large, sensitive pink nipples. The outlines of small electronics peeked through the fur around her left collarbone as she squeezed her thighs tighter around the squirming raccoon. The wide metal plates showed, from the side, the many layers of technology and armor protecting the possum's chest, though how the two enormous orbs fit inside was a mystery to the distracted males, torn between running away and admiring the view.

The rat's gray paw swept forward as he suddenly stopped trying to escape and chose a third option: direct fighting. His bald tail stuck out behind him as he turned and thrust his paw forward, hoping to strike a knockout blow on the possum's exposed jaw while she was distracted.

Pollie leaned back to dodge the fist and the rat tumbled forward, balled-up fingers thrusting straight at the possum's large pink nipple of her right breast. Instead of dimpling in and bouncing off, the gray paw sunk in and stayed there. Pollie's eyes closed and she bit her lower lip as she felt the rat's arm pull backwards, hauling on the huge and sensitive breast as the nipple gripped tight around his entire wrist, showing the outlines of his fingers spreading within. The pink flesh of her nipple stretched, deforming the orb until the possum had to do something about it.

"Ah! Not so rough!" she gasped, falling forward and dragging the rat down with her. The raccoon found his head buried in her cleavage, nestled deep between the soft and furry white orbs. He could feel a wriggling and gasping next to his head, along with a deep churring groan from the possum as she squeezed her thighs even more tightly around his hips. "You... you're under... mmmmph... arrest!"

When the possum leaned back a few minutes later, the raccoon's muzzle dropped. His partner in crime's head and shoulders were pushed through the possum's distended nipple, sinking deeper by the moment into the warm insides of the security officer's chest. His right paw, the one he'd tried to punch her with, was already inside up to the shoulder and bulging against the fuzzy white fur wrapping around her swollen tits, while his left shoved against the huge orb, trying to push himself back out. His feet kicked uselessly behind him as the possum leaned over, groaning with unexpected delight as her right breast shuddered and swelled, distending around the incoming figure of the rat, clothes and all.

"What are you... you can't... are you... oh my god!"

The raccoon's babbling ended in muffled moans when Pollie's gloved hands wrapped around the back of his head and dragged him from between her powerful armored thighs. The raccoon's tail bushed out in a straight line from his hips when he found his head abruptly smushed into the left nipple of the possum's chest with little warning. Pollie leaned over, still kneeling, both gloved paws holding the two thieves tight as they sank deeper into her growing breasts.

"Nnnggh... don't resist... there's no point in squirming... so... nnnnffffff... much!" the possum groaned, closing her eyes again as her huge orbs pulled the two males deeper. Jostling and squirming, the warm embrace of the possum's body sent ripples of pleasure through the two half-devoured robbers; by the time their hips sank deep into the milky, creamy inside of the possum's orbs, they were both wriggling with need. The raccoon even got his paws down his black pants and desperately rubbed himself until his pinned arms got pulled inside, followed by his hips.

Pollie panted as she rolled her armored gloves over the twin arousals throbbing from the hips still protruding from her hugely distended nipples, teasing them for a few moments before they were suckled in deep as well. Once past their hips, the rat and raccoon slipped in fully and rapidly as the possum leaned back, groaning at the heavy weight pulling from her shoulders. The outlines of arms, legs, hips, heads, and shoulders flexed outwards against the possum's orbs as a low, rumbling churning sound filled the air of the office. The security officer's hands stroked over her now closed nipples, shivering as she felt them throb at her touch. From within her titanic breasts, the muffled grunts and gurgles of the rat and raccoon faded as her body churned them away into so much breast fat and creamy milk. A few more hours and they'd barely show but for a few inches of extended chest - possibly even enough to finally get that suit upgrade she'd been asking for.

The possum leaned back, half sitting against the desk in the office, both massive breasts stretching down so far that the undersides pressed into her thighs. She smiled, paws stretching around the sides, massaging and rubbing her breasts as she felt the movements within. The possum's tongue flopped out of her slender, squared off muzzle and she moaned, hips shifting, as her fat and tingling nipples ached with a need to be squeezed and touched and milked for all they were worth. The only downside of this sort of crime prevention, Pollie thought, licking her lips as she watched elbows and knees distend outwards against the stretching skin of her massive chest, now fat and full with the several hundred pounds of additional weight churning away inside.

Pollie sighed as she grasped at the armored plates on the floor. Her huge, swollen breasts, still jiggling and wriggling with the desperate movements of the unlucky thieves within, flattened somehow as the plates settled into place. The enormous pillows squeezed down, meals, nipples, and all, somehow fitting into the hammerspace design of the armor and sealing the wriggling males away beneath the high tech equipment. The possum shivered. Were it not for the armor, not only would the bulging outlines of the two unlucky robbers show as they wriggled and humped away inside her warm, growing breasts, but she'd have had a paw between her thighs long ago. Probably for the best she wasn't able to take care of that particular urge, especially with the security cameras to deal with and the car out back.

Pollie closed her eyes as she stood, savoring the wriggling and jostling she could feel within her armor despite the apparent flatness of the chest plates. No doubt the extra pressure and warmth was giving that cute raccoon and sexy little rat the time of their lives - she could feel both of them frantically humping and the occasional low moan made it through the thick armor and up to her ears, where her visor analyzed the sounds and identified the source. The possum grinned as she got to her feet, still feeling a little top-heavy despite the flatness of the high-tech armor. She strode purposefully towards the computer, her right glove illuminating with bright neon blue lines. The screen flicked to life as she set about deleting the footage of her encounter with the thieves.

Out back, the powerful possum was able to get the car rolling with one paw. She wedged it up against a dumpster in a no parking zone across the street, then closed the door of the shop and locked it with a unique little tool that protruded from the tip of her gloved finger.

Satisfied and then some with her night's work, the possum clicked her jaw.

"Base, unit 3-7-5, checked suspicious noise, but it was nothing. All clear, resuming patrol."

"Confirmed, continue patrol, unit 3-7-5."

"Copy."

Pollie clicked her jaw and smirked under her visor while her long, bald pink tail swept behind her thick rump, occasionally draping over the armor plates on her calves, as her hips swung side to side. It wasn't often she got her lunch break this early in a shift.

Epilogue

The next morning, the owner of Boony's Electronics parked his car and frowned at the black boot marks on the gray, painted concrete steps leading into his business. The tall and lean wolf opened the door and frowned at the marks along the dark blue wall near the floorboards in the hallway.

Boony paid close attention to his business. That was how he was able to run such a successful operation. He kept things classy and his customers appreciated his discretion and taste. Scuff marks were not something the wolf would want on the walls of his establishment; they represented a lack of attention to detail.

His eyes followed the scuff marks along the wall. They ended at the door to his private office, which was closed, but the digital lock blinked random numbers and the digital pad didn't respond to his touch. The wolf grabbed the handle - it turned despite the glitch in the system, the opposite of what was supposed to happen. Somebody broke in.

Though there'd be some obvious, hasty attempt to restack books and papers, push in chairs, and stuff cushions back onto the small loveseat in the corner, the signs of some sort of fight were everywhere. Scratches on the desk and floor, tears in the fabric seats, and nicks along the corner of the safe, which was obviously, thanks to the previous footprint, not in the same place, but a few inches to the side. At first glance, nothing was missing. The desk drawers were locked, the file cabinets were locked, the safe was locked, though there were scratch marks up and down the side of the LCD screen on the front of the digital display as though wires were pulled hastily from the outside.

The wolf turned on his computer, his normal routine forgotten. Coffee could wait, as he had suddenly more pressing concerns. The wolf frowned even more deeply when he saw the absence of any footage from the previous night on his security system connected to the computer. Boony crouched in front of the safe again and opened it up. The interior was untouched. From the fight, something had interrupted whoever was trying to steal from him. Boony left the door of the safe open and stood back up.

Along the wall connecting to the room next door, Boony pressed his claw tips into various small places along the wood paneling. It glowed from within before a whole section of wall about two feet wide and tall swung out, revealing the blank, shining stainless steel front of a different safe, one not set out in the open for any would-be thieves to discover. Boony smiled - no prints, no nicks, no disruption to the sealed tape running around the seam of the safe, which was mostly buried in concrete on every other side (disguised on the other side of the room as pipeworks for the building). This safe held far more valuable information than the worth of the cash inside the smaller one, so the decoy appeared to be working. But usually if there was a break in, he'd have heard from the campus security forces already.

The wolf pulled a small laptop out of the safe and crouched in front of the screen on the floor in front of it. He tapped at the keyboard, pulling up the backup files automatically saved to his off-site server for just this sort of situation. As he watched the footage of the previous night, his frown deepened at the sight of two thieves breaking into his place, presumably disabling the alarms somehow. The wolf made a mental note to check on that.

He kept watching. His eyes widened when he saw the security officer enter - but why hadn't he been alerted to the break in, in that case? The officer's fight with the thieves rolled around the room, accounting for nicks and scratches and other damage to the furniture. Then his eyes widened further. He leaned in closer, nostrils hovering inches from the small screen. The frown that creased his muzzle since he arrived vanished as his breathing grew noticeably heavier.

Watching through to the end, the wolf leaned back when it finished and adjusted the bulge in the front of his pants. SynTech Security was no joke after all... no wonder he hadn't been alerted. But now that he knew, the business opportunities ran through the wolf's mind. His boutique did well enough selling high-end, latest generation, very expensive electronics to tourists, businesspeople, and corporate executives who frequented the commercial center, but his real business, his real passion, lay... elsewhere.

The wolf smiled as he wondered who to call to inquire about the identity of the possum. He'd want to thank her personally, but discretion would, of course, be foremost in the wolf's thoughts, as it was for all of his clients...