{"sf1_id":1802164,"sf2_id":"ve3rJZN1","title":"The Sheriff and the Waitress","author":"Raucous","words":2626,"posted_at":"2021-12-31T02:44:00.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Bloomers","Dog","Domination/Submission","F/solo","Fox","German Shepherd","Handcuffs","Hate","Heterosexual","Impregnation","M/F","Male Dominant","Masturbation","NC","Rough Sex","Semi NC","Tail","Violence","Vixen","jail"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1802164-the-sheriff-and-the-waitress","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3rJZN1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d7/2a/d72aba6d-68ee-4e98-b5a8-46ec3a9a02f5","description":"My spouse keeps writing full novels, and I'm here struggling to get myself to write little shorts. I guess I'm more proud of her than I am jealous, but I want to see if I can get more serious... speaking of serious, this one's a doozy.\nSo a foxy waitress gets thrown in jail and the sheriff uh... well technically it's not rape. Technically.\nWarnings...\nThere's an amount of hate fucking...\nThe masturbation scene may be a little awkward...\nThe male character gets a brutal with the female...","content":"\u0026nbsp; \"Yer gonna rot in there.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I looked up at the man, his reminder of my crime had become irregular of late.\u0026nbsp; It used to be that he'd tell me every single day, but he had grown tired of it.\u0026nbsp; There must have been something going on in his life that he felt the need to be extra nasty.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Greetins' Sheriff,\" I responded, \"Good to see you still care.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He paused to give me the once over.\u0026nbsp; The big old German Shepherd felt the need to impose his size on the little, foxy me.\u0026nbsp; He was over twice my size, and he didn't want me to forget it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"If I had my way,\" the Sheriff began...\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'd be strung up by my thieving neck,\" I mocked his voice with a poor bass.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He sighed, then put his paw on one of the bars, \"You think this is funny?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No,\" I yawned, \"I find it tedious.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The dog glared at me for a moment, possibly to fumble about for the right words.\u0026nbsp; He growled, opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it.\u0026nbsp; I watched as he returned to his desk, his stride slow, as if taunting me to say more.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Instead, I laid back in my bed, uncomfortable as it was, and let my mind wander.\u0026nbsp; It didn't wander far.\n\n\u0026nbsp; A month prior, on a day that, at the time, seemed perfectly routine.\u0026nbsp; I was running tables at the Salty Spittoon.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't required to wear a low crop frilly dress, but the tips flowed better when the drunken idiots thought I was going to return gratitude.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; It wasn't a particularly busy night, but the usuals were in and a couple other tables were full.\u0026nbsp; Sheriff Dimples, and his toady occupied one of them, the other was a group of travelers.\u0026nbsp; I assumed they were bandits, but their money spends every bit as well as anyone else's.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The, as assumed, bandits tipped me after every round, so I kept a close eye on them.\u0026nbsp; But the Sheriff kept an eye even closer.\u0026nbsp; Multiple times, I caught him giving the stink eye to them.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I had to ask him, \"Please don't harass our other patrons.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He looked me dead in the eye and responded, \"Keep your snout out of our business.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; So I did.\u0026nbsp; I gave them a wide berth, and tended to our other patrons.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; This didn't turn over so well, and Dimples was pretty vocal about the \"absence of any sort of service.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry, sir,\" I approached him after his outburst, \"I must have misunderstood you before.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Damn straight, you did!\" Dimples exclaimed, \"I'm dry.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I waited for a moment to allow him to order before deciding to ask, \"What can-\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You can get me a drink,\" he interrupted, \"Pronto,\" he motioned me on.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Ignoring his hand waving, I asked, \"Another Whiskey?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Do your job,\" he sneered.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I felt the back of my neck tingle, the way it did when I was in danger.\u0026nbsp; I've never been much of a flight girl, a good scrap usually suited me fine.\u0026nbsp; I just couldn't justify knocking the Sheriff's teeth out, so I kept my fist low and took my serving tray back to the bar.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; At the bar, I met eyes with the other waitress.\u0026nbsp; She gave me a pained expression, but offered no help.\u0026nbsp; So I turned to the barkeep.\u0026nbsp; The old turtle had already grabbed what he figured the sheriff would like and poured a couple glasses.\u0026nbsp; The man knew his stuff, in his job with his speed, he had to start serving before being asked.\u0026nbsp; The man was a genius, but not really important to the story.\u0026nbsp; I took the drinks and thanked him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; When I turned around, the sheriff and his toady were both missing from their table.\u0026nbsp; My stomach sank as I checked the table of probably bandits, but they were unharrassed.\u0026nbsp; I decided to run the drinks to the table anyways, in case they both hit the outhouse...\u0026nbsp; at the same time...\u0026nbsp; or whatever.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; At the table I found pretty good evidence that they had settled their tab and left.\u0026nbsp; Said evidence was a small sack of gold scores.\u0026nbsp; I tried not to grin, but without counting I could easily assume the tip portion was at least twice that of the tab.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Maybe Dimples wasn't such a bad guy after all.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Not a minute after I claimed my tip, Dimples came back in the front door.\u0026nbsp; I turned around just in time to see his toady point a finger at me and croak, \"Thief!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I looked down at the sack in my hands, then back up at Dimples.\u0026nbsp; My mind raced for an explanation.\u0026nbsp; If I wasn't embarrassed, offended, and just plain angry, I probably could have talked my way out of the situation.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Instead I shouted something along the lines of, \"What the hells was I supposed to think you left that money for?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The sheriff opened his trap to let loose a slurry of obscenities the likes of which I, in my years as a waitress, had never heard before.\u0026nbsp; In the midst of a minefield of foul language, he hid an accusation that I had stripped the coins from his person through sleight of hand...\u0026nbsp; I think.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Before I knew it I was in irons and paraded to my cell.\n\n\u0026nbsp; I decided I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I sat up.\u0026nbsp; My mind slowly drifting back to the present, I took account of my situation.\u0026nbsp; Still hungry, still tired, still in a cell.\u0026nbsp; I looked down at my dirty dress, and my white furred breasts.\u0026nbsp; I used the dress to raise my tips by letting customers think they had a chance with me...\u0026nbsp; but the secret was, they did have a chance.\u0026nbsp; I'm a fox after all, what is a fox good for?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Gods, it had been over a month since I'd had sex.\u0026nbsp; I had had droughts like that before, but they often involved furious masturbation.\u0026nbsp; I sighed, wishing for the privacy to do just that.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I then realized I could hear the sheriff snoring.\u0026nbsp; Was he sleeping on the job?\u0026nbsp; What a miserable ass.\u0026nbsp; Another realization hit me.\u0026nbsp; With the sheriff asleep, and me the only occupant of the jail, I had as much privacy as I could get.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; For some reason that sort of excited me.\u0026nbsp; I guess I just needed relief that badly.\u0026nbsp; I took a deep breath and crept over to the bars, sticking my head out to make sure the other cell was unoccupied.\u0026nbsp; I knew it was, but paranoia got the better of me.\u0026nbsp; The other direction I saw Dimples sawing logs.\u0026nbsp; With a huff, I returned to my bed and rolled into it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Alright, what to fantasize about?\u0026nbsp; I had a decent amount of experience to draw from, but one memory sprung into my otherwise present mind.\n\n\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; A few years back, I had a patron who was \"just passing through\".\u0026nbsp; He was a Mustang of particularly burly build.\u0026nbsp; Other than an ample belly, he was pure muscle.\u0026nbsp; After a few beers, he offered to buy me a round.\u0026nbsp; I turned him down.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Knowing where this story was going was enough to cause me a little flutter.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Three rounds later, he tried again.\u0026nbsp; The man offered me whatever drink I wanted, said he could afford the really rich imports if I wanted.\u0026nbsp; So I took him up on it.\u0026nbsp; I told him I'd join him after the business died down a bit.\u0026nbsp; Just to keep him in the store spending money, I assured myself, but you know those stories about mustangs?\u0026nbsp; I wanted to see if they were true.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I pulled up the hem of my dress and felt myself through my bloomers.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Even drunk as he was, he was a perfect gentleman.\u0026nbsp; He asked my permission before making advances, which I gladly gave.\u0026nbsp; I don't really remember what we talked about, beyond the fact that his jokes were absolutely hilarious.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I ran my fingers up the thin cloth, feeling the slightest bit of wetness.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I remember being so tipsy that I flat asked him if he wanted company that night.\u0026nbsp; No hints, no suggestive dialog, just laid my cards on the table and watched his eyes widen.\u0026nbsp; He stated that he must have misunderstood me, so I repeated myself, \"Would you like bed company tonight?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I felt a little blood rush to my cheeks, either embarrassed by the memory or flustered by the situation I was in.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I took him across the road to the inn.\u0026nbsp; We were both rather inebriated, but we were still functional enough to walk.\u0026nbsp; The innkeeper handed me keys to an available room, no questions asked.\u0026nbsp; The Mustang raised an eyebrow at me, so I waggled mine back at him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I let my paw slip under my bloomers.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I tried to make a show of untying my dress and letting it fall to the floor.\u0026nbsp; I got a humored neigh in response.\u0026nbsp; I turned my backside to the man to slowly slide down my bloomers to give him a vision of my fluffy red butt.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I let my fingers dip into my growing wetness, letting out a sigh.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; When I turned around he had already let out his dick.\u0026nbsp; It was huge.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know if it would be too much, but decided better of saying anything.\u0026nbsp; I didn't want him to be worried about my safety or comfort.\u0026nbsp; I wanted him to ravish me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I moaned in delight, then caught myself, putting my other hand over my mouth.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Little too late for that,\" Dimples taunted.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I turned around, and, to my horror, I saw the German Shepherd staring at me with a knowing grin.\u0026nbsp; I searched for words to say, but I couldn't find them.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No ma'am,\" he laughed, \"Can't have any of that.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He already had his handcuffs in hand as he reached for his keys.\u0026nbsp; I knew if I tried to resist, I'd just be making things worse, so I assumed the position and let the sheriff come into my cell.\u0026nbsp; He took each of my wrists and clasped iron around them.\u0026nbsp; My hands safely fashioned around my back he gave me one last little chuckle and started back out of my cell.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I don't know what came over me.\u0026nbsp; Maybe it was the frustration of not getting off.\u0026nbsp; I needed relief.\u0026nbsp; I needed a dick in me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hey assmunch,\" I spat, \"Be a man for once.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Dimples turned back to me and growled, \"What did you say to me?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I said,\" I reiterated, \"You're a pansy.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The sheriff took a step closer, \"You can't talk to me that way.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Then do something about it,\" I sneered.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; It took him a moment to consider his options, but apparently his decision was to slap me in the face.\u0026nbsp; With my hands cuffed behind my back...\u0026nbsp; and the fact that he was over twice my size...\u0026nbsp; the blow took me to the floor.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I spit a little blood before taunting him again, \"Yeah, real manly.\u0026nbsp; Hitting a defenseless woman.\u0026nbsp; Your mother must be proud.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; So he kicked me in the stomach.\u0026nbsp; Pain shot through my system.\u0026nbsp; At that moment, I began to regret my decision, but damn it, I couldn't let the bastard win.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You-\"\u0026nbsp; I began.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Dimples grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up to my knees, \"You really want to see how much of a man I am.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I've seen-\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He slapped me again, full rage, \"No.\u0026nbsp; No more talk.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"How-\" I tried.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; He turned me around and bent me over my bed, \"I'm in charge here, I'm the lawman, you're the thief.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I heard the sound of a belt unfastening and dropping to the floor.\u0026nbsp; I tried to look back at him, but he forced my head to the bed with one hand and pulled my dress up with the other.\u0026nbsp; I felt his blunt claws scrape down my bloomers, and was startled by the chilly air on my wetness.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ready for this?\" He laughed, \"Not that that changes anything.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I tried for a taunt, but he slammed into me with full force.\u0026nbsp; No thought of my comfort, no worries about my safety, no complaints from me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I could feel his full length inside, forcing a whimper from my lips.\u0026nbsp; He wasted no time pounding me with wild abandon, one hand holding down my head and the other pulling my tail.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No witty...\" he breathed, \"No witty comebacks?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I couldn't help but moan.\u0026nbsp; He knew what he was doing.\u0026nbsp; Probably thought about it every time he came in to insult me.\u0026nbsp; He must have planned this.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I felt a hot bit of flesh colliding with my pussy, too big to make it in.\u0026nbsp; Gods, he was going to knot me.\u0026nbsp; He was so much bigger than me I really didn't know if I could take it.\u0026nbsp; His dick was already painfully large, but I wanted it so bad, I needed it with every fiber of my being.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You enjoying this,\" he spat, literally spat on my back, \"slut.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I won't lie, I was enjoying it.\u0026nbsp; I wanted him to use me, to abuse me, to take all that I was and...\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The front door opened, and someone walked in.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; My brain went into panic mode.\u0026nbsp; I was apparently being raped and now there was a witness.\u0026nbsp; With him holding my head down, I couldn't see who it was.\u0026nbsp; If it was his toady, he'd probably just enjoy the show, but if it-\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; His knot, now fully swollen collided with me for the last time.\u0026nbsp; I could feel him trying to push it in.\u0026nbsp; Who cared that he was twice my size?\u0026nbsp; He was going in.\u0026nbsp; I screamed, letting the whole world, and our voyeur know exactly how much it hurt and how much I loved it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The stretch was painful, but he made it in with an audible pop.\u0026nbsp; My senses left me in a sea of pleasure that couldn't be adequately described.\u0026nbsp; I came, oh gods did I, and so did he.\u0026nbsp; I was filled beyond what anyone should ever be forced to receive, and even with his knot some oozed out.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; My limbs turned to rubber noodles and I flopped uselessly to the minimalistic bed.\u0026nbsp; The sheriff breathed heavily above me, still stuck inside me.\u0026nbsp; Still proud of his dominance and his grin could be heard in his voice.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hope you learned your lesson,\" he chided.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The voyeur finally took the chance to say something, \"What in the hells are you doing?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Apparently Sheriff Dimples was unaware of our visitor, as he jerked up, still tied to me, and stared slack jawed at the man.\u0026nbsp; Dangling from Dimples' manhood, I finally had a chance to see who it was.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; It was the mayor.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Long story short, I was to be released that day.\u0026nbsp; The mayor himself came to do the honors.\u0026nbsp; But the precarious position he found us in cost the sheriff his job.\u0026nbsp; In fact, as soon as his wang deflated, they locked him up.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I got offered my job back, but I decided to skip town.\u0026nbsp; I needed a fresh start, somewhere else.\u0026nbsp; Especially with kits on the way.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}