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Krystal-Clear Blackmail

For bloodgod245

By Draconicon

Isaac was an Indominus Rex, one that had been built from the ground up by nature - and maybe a little bit of science - to be one of the most dominant predators in the universe. It wasn't surprising, then, that he worked as a cop, and even less surprising that he was as corrupt as could be. The fact that there were bribes to be made at the job meant that he had more credits than he knew what to do with, and the fact that he was a cop meant that he seldom had to spend those credits with the authority that he could wield over someone else.

The combination of the two was how he found out that a certain celebrity vixen had started taking a second job along with her normal one as a fighter pilot, and how he had found out where she did the job. The white-scaled male made his way down to the club at the edge of Corneria City, smirking as he saw the posters that had been put up in the alleys leading to the club.

See the Blue Whore Herself! Krystal Fox, performing and for sale for the next week!

The poster showed the blue-furred vixen bending forward, looking back at the camera between her legs, her tail flagged up and off to the side to show both her holes and her rather large breasts. She was the picture of vulpine fertility, and he grinned as he felt his cock growing in his pants at the sight of her.

He knew from his sources that she came down here during her time in heat to make sure that she got fucked enough to get the worst of the ache out of her system, that the credits were a side-thing that she barely cared about. Well, if she wanted real relief, he looked forward to putting her in her place.

He walked out of the alley and into the club. The boar at the door didn't bother trying to stop him. When you were eleven feet tall and sported muscles that could punch through the wall of the building you were trying to enter, people stopped worrying about whether you were allowed in or not. As he walked into the club, it was clear that it was a trash pile, one of those places that you didn't go to if you had more than a little bit of money to piss away. The sort of places where high-class deals went down, because nobody thought that they'd be there. The sort of place that low-lifes hung out, and where whores came to get fucked the way that they thought they deserved.

And there she was. Krystal Fox, the vixen bouncing her ass on some lucky toad's cock. She didn't even notice him come in, and she no doubt had all her attention on her client's cock. She hadn't gotten a side room, or a back room, or anything like that. She was just fucking right there in the open. Her heat must have been bad, indeed.

He grinned as he walked over to her, grabbing her by the tail. One hard pull, and she yelped, dragged off of the toad's cock. One glance from Isaac was enough to get the little stud wannabe out of the room, and the toad didn't even bother pulling the rubber off his cock. He just ran.

Krystal groaned, looking up and back. Her eyes widened.

"...You're big," she said after a moment.

"Yeah. And you're a whore."

"No need to be insulting."

"No need to pretend you're something you're not, bitch."

"...Are you buying?" Krystal asked, her voice tilting up slightly. Oh, he had offended her, had he? She stood up, her nose bumping his bulge before she tried to look past it. "Vaginal's 50, anal's 75."

"Heh, and to breed?"

"Not happening."

"No?"

"No. 50 for my pussy, or 75 for my ass, or get out. Condoms are free, but that's what you're getting."

"Not even getting oral, huh?"

"Not tonight. That doesn't help me."

Isaac wasn't sure that he liked her attitude, but he had a way of fixing that. If he wanted to see her on her knees, or on her back, he knew that he'd get it shortly. No female in the universe could entirely come back from a fuck from him. One good use, and she'd start seeing things differently.

Particularly when he had his way.

"Heh, alright. Fine. Pussy."

"Credits first."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a chip for 50 credits. He put it down on the table, and she blinked twice before putting it off to the side, sliding it into the pocket of a jumpsuit that she probably had for wearing back to the ship. She smiled again, putting on the business face. That was a good whore, he thought. A very good whore.

As she started to slide into his lap, condom in hand, he shook his head.

"I got it. You get over here, bitch."

"Whatever you say."

He positioned her so that she was facing away from him, let her unzip his pants, and for the first time, he felt the heat that was rolling through her. She was wet, alright, wet as a fucking spigot, and dripping worse than a dog-chewed hose. Those soft folds were beaten in, a little loose, but he was bigger than anyone else that she'd probably had tonight, and he had every reason to believe that she'd break on his cock.

"Heh...how long you been in heat?"

"Two days," she muttered, rubbing his cock with one hand. He could feel the shivers running down her arm, knowing she was fighting herself. "I admit, I've been looking forward to someone like this."

"Someone big?"

"Yeah..."

"Well..."

He grinned, grabbing her by the legs. Before she could fight back, he hiked them up, pulling her legs up and back, his hands under her knees, and then behind her head, folding her up in half and leaving her helpless. His cock throbbed against her pussy as he lifted her up, holding her with ease due to their size difference and the sheer amount of muscles that he had.

"H-hey! I told you, you're wearing a condom!"

"You think you can tell me what to do, bitch?"

Holding her that way made it easy to move her body. She trembled, squirming, but he had her bent perfectly for what he wanted. He dragged her over his cock, and thrust his hips up.

"NNNNGH!"

She screamed loud enough to get the eye of every low-life in the club, but none of them stirred from their seats. They knew who he was, knew that he could bust every last one of them, turn them into his personal bitches in lock-up. They were going to ignore him, save to enjoy the show.

The vixen whimpered, her breath punched right out of her lungs with that first thrust, and he knew that it didn't get any better for her with every subsequent thrust. In, out, in, out, each thrust punching the air right out of her lungs, making it harder and harder for her to catch her breath, harder and harder for her to think.

After all, she was taking a cock that was almost a foot and a half long right into her. It had punched right into her womb on the first thrust, and her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back as he kept thrusting into her, slamming his hips against her pussy, his balls swinging up to slap against her clit. Up, down, up, down, up, down. He could feel her trying to pull her legs down, her legs trying to get free of how he held her, but there was nothing she could do. She was little more than a cocksleeve.

His thrusts had already driven the air from her lungs, making her struggle just to stay conscious. He could feel it in the way that she gasped, the way that she tried to catch her breath. No bitch that he put his dick in managed to say anything once they started. He was half-sure that his thrusts ended up fucking the air right out of their lungs, a thought that never failed to turn him on.

In, out, in, out, in, out. She was screaming when she had the air, trying to find words to put to the shrieks, but there was never enough. Her pussy was already breaking, gaping, marked by his massive cock so that there was no way that she'd ever forget him. In, out, in, out, each thrust going all the way to the hilt, bouncing her along his lap. He felt her seizing up, her eyes rolling back, her head tilting towards him -

"NNNNGH!"

Another semi-scream, and she squirted over his balls. His cock had pushed her so hard, so fast, that she came through her heat. She clenched down on him, and he grinned.

"Hope you're ready for a breeding, bitch."

There was no response, no air for one. She doubtlessly didn't want it, but he didn't care. She'd want it after she had it. She'd want him again. They all did.

Picking up the pace, he hammered his hips upwards, ramming his cock deep into her pussy over and over again. Each and every thrust slammed her back up, and gravity dragged her back down to meet the next one. It took less than a minute to get himself off that way, and when he did, the flood nearly shoved her off his cock. He had to hold her down as his cock pulsed, as his seed flooded her womb.

He grinned as she whimpered, feeling her catching her breath, feeling his seed dripping down from inside her. The blue and white vixen looked over her shoulder at him.

"B-bastard...I swear...I'll go to the police..."

"Heh...who do you think just fucked you?"

"...No..."

"Yeah. And if you don't want me to arrest you for whoring, you'll do this again, and again, until either I get you pregnant, or the heat cycle stops. If I hear you stayed back at the ship anytime during the next week, I'll come down and arrest you as the whore you are, right in front of your boss. Got it?"

"..."

"I said, got it?" he grunted, pulling her against his cock again.

"Yes, yes! I got it!"

"Good girl..."

The End

Summary: A rather corrupt cop finds out that Krystal is whoring herself during her heat, and decides to take advantage.

Tags: M/F, Krystal, fox, vixen, dinosaur, indominus rex, vaginal, full nelson, rape, breeding, cum, creampie, orgasm, forced orgasm, starfox, condom, prostitution, heat,