# The Sheriff and the Waitress

Author: Raucous
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

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.
So a foxy waitress gets thrown in jail and the sheriff uh... well technically it's not rape. Technically.
Warnings...
There's an amount of hate fucking...
The masturbation scene may be a little awkward...
The male character gets a brutal with the female...

&nbsp; "Yer gonna rot in there."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I looked up at the man, his reminder of my crime had become irregular of late.&nbsp; It used to be that he'd tell me every single day, but he had grown tired of it.&nbsp; There must have been something going on in his life that he felt the need to be extra nasty.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Greetins' Sheriff," I responded, "Good to see you still care."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; He paused to give me the once over.&nbsp; The big old German Shepherd felt the need to impose his size on the little, foxy me.&nbsp; He was over twice my size, and he didn't want me to forget it.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "If I had my way," the Sheriff began...&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "I'd be strung up by my thieving neck," I mocked his voice with a poor bass.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; He sighed, then put his paw on one of the bars, "You think this is funny?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "No," I yawned, "I find it tedious."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; The dog glared at me for a moment, possibly to fumble about for the right words.&nbsp; He growled, opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it.&nbsp; I watched as he returned to his desk, his stride slow, as if taunting me to say more.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Instead, I laid back in my bed, uncomfortable as it was, and let my mind wander.&nbsp; It didn't wander far.

&nbsp; A month prior, on a day that, at the time, seemed perfectly routine.&nbsp; I was running tables at the Salty Spittoon.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; It wasn't a particularly busy night, but the usuals were in and a couple other tables were full.&nbsp; Sheriff Dimples, and his toady occupied one of them, the other was a group of travelers.&nbsp; I assumed they were bandits, but their money spends every bit as well as anyone else's.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; The, as assumed, bandits tipped me after every round, so I kept a close eye on them.&nbsp; But the Sheriff kept an eye even closer.&nbsp; Multiple times, I caught him giving the stink eye to them.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I had to ask him, "Please don't harass our other patrons."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; He looked me dead in the eye and responded, "Keep your snout out of our business."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; So I did.&nbsp; I gave them a wide berth, and tended to our other patrons.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; This didn't turn over so well, and Dimples was pretty vocal about the "absence of any sort of service."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "I'm sorry, sir," I approached him after his outburst, "I must have misunderstood you before."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Damn straight, you did!" Dimples exclaimed, "I'm dry."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I waited for a moment to allow him to order before deciding to ask, "What can-"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "You can get me a drink," he interrupted, "Pronto," he motioned me on.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Ignoring his hand waving, I asked, "Another Whiskey?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Do your job," he sneered.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I felt the back of my neck tingle, the way it did when I was in danger.&nbsp; I've never been much of a flight girl, a good scrap usually suited me fine.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; At the bar, I met eyes with the other waitress.&nbsp; She gave me a pained expression, but offered no help.&nbsp; So I turned to the barkeep.&nbsp; The old turtle had already grabbed what he figured the sheriff would like and poured a couple glasses.&nbsp; The man knew his stuff, in his job with his speed, he had to start serving before being asked.&nbsp; The man was a genius, but not really important to the story.&nbsp; I took the drinks and thanked him.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; When I turned around, the sheriff and his toady were both missing from their table.&nbsp; My stomach sank as I checked the table of probably bandits, but they were unharrassed.&nbsp; I decided to run the drinks to the table anyways, in case they both hit the outhouse...&nbsp; at the same time...&nbsp; or whatever.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; At the table I found pretty good evidence that they had settled their tab and left.&nbsp; Said evidence was a small sack of gold scores.&nbsp; I tried not to grin, but without counting I could easily assume the tip portion was at least twice that of the tab.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Maybe Dimples wasn't such a bad guy after all.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Not a minute after I claimed my tip, Dimples came back in the front door.&nbsp; I turned around just in time to see his toady point a finger at me and croak, "Thief!"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I looked down at the sack in my hands, then back up at Dimples.&nbsp; My mind raced for an explanation.&nbsp; If I wasn't embarrassed, offended, and just plain angry, I probably could have talked my way out of the situation.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Instead I shouted something along the lines of, "What the hells was I supposed to think you left that money for?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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...&nbsp; I think.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Before I knew it I was in irons and paraded to my cell.

&nbsp; I decided I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I sat up.&nbsp; My mind slowly drifting back to the present, I took account of my situation.&nbsp; Still hungry, still tired, still in a cell.&nbsp; I looked down at my dirty dress, and my white furred breasts.&nbsp; I used the dress to raise my tips by letting customers think they had a chance with me...&nbsp; but the secret was, they did have a chance.&nbsp; I'm a fox after all, what is a fox good for?&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Gods, it had been over a month since I'd had sex.&nbsp; I had had droughts like that before, but they often involved furious masturbation.&nbsp; I sighed, wishing for the privacy to do just that.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I then realized I could hear the sheriff snoring.&nbsp; Was he sleeping on the job?&nbsp; What a miserable ass.&nbsp; Another realization hit me.&nbsp; With the sheriff asleep, and me the only occupant of the jail, I had as much privacy as I could get.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; For some reason that sort of excited me.&nbsp; I guess I just needed relief that badly.&nbsp; I took a deep breath and crept over to the bars, sticking my head out to make sure the other cell was unoccupied.&nbsp; I knew it was, but paranoia got the better of me.&nbsp; The other direction I saw Dimples sawing logs.&nbsp; With a huff, I returned to my bed and rolled into it.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Alright, what to fantasize about?&nbsp; I had a decent amount of experience to draw from, but one memory sprung into my otherwise present mind.

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&nbsp; A few years back, I had a patron who was "just passing through".&nbsp; He was a Mustang of particularly burly build.&nbsp; Other than an ample belly, he was pure muscle.&nbsp; After a few beers, he offered to buy me a round.&nbsp; I turned him down.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Knowing where this story was going was enough to cause me a little flutter.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Three rounds later, he tried again.&nbsp; The man offered me whatever drink I wanted, said he could afford the really rich imports if I wanted.&nbsp; So I took him up on it.&nbsp; I told him I'd join him after the business died down a bit.&nbsp; Just to keep him in the store spending money, I assured myself, but you know those stories about mustangs?&nbsp; I wanted to see if they were true.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I pulled up the hem of my dress and felt myself through my bloomers.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Even drunk as he was, he was a perfect gentleman.&nbsp; He asked my permission before making advances, which I gladly gave.&nbsp; I don't really remember what we talked about, beyond the fact that his jokes were absolutely hilarious.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I ran my fingers up the thin cloth, feeling the slightest bit of wetness.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I remember being so tipsy that I flat asked him if he wanted company that night.&nbsp; No hints, no suggestive dialog, just laid my cards on the table and watched his eyes widen.&nbsp; He stated that he must have misunderstood me, so I repeated myself, "Would you like bed company tonight?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I felt a little blood rush to my cheeks, either embarrassed by the memory or flustered by the situation I was in.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I took him across the road to the inn.&nbsp; We were both rather inebriated, but we were still functional enough to walk.&nbsp; The innkeeper handed me keys to an available room, no questions asked.&nbsp; The Mustang raised an eyebrow at me, so I waggled mine back at him.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I let my paw slip under my bloomers.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I tried to make a show of untying my dress and letting it fall to the floor.&nbsp; I got a humored neigh in response.&nbsp; I turned my backside to the man to slowly slide down my bloomers to give him a vision of my fluffy red butt.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I let my fingers dip into my growing wetness, letting out a sigh.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; When I turned around he had already let out his dick.&nbsp; It was huge.&nbsp; I didn't know if it would be too much, but decided better of saying anything.&nbsp; I didn't want him to be worried about my safety or comfort.&nbsp; I wanted him to ravish me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I moaned in delight, then caught myself, putting my other hand over my mouth.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Little too late for that," Dimples taunted.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I turned around, and, to my horror, I saw the German Shepherd staring at me with a knowing grin.&nbsp; I searched for words to say, but I couldn't find them.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "No ma'am," he laughed, "Can't have any of that."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; He already had his handcuffs in hand as he reached for his keys.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He took each of my wrists and clasped iron around them.&nbsp; My hands safely fashioned around my back he gave me one last little chuckle and started back out of my cell.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I don't know what came over me.&nbsp; Maybe it was the frustration of not getting off.&nbsp; I needed relief.&nbsp; I needed a dick in me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Hey assmunch," I spat, "Be a man for once."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Dimples turned back to me and growled, "What did you say to me?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "I said," I reiterated, "You're a pansy."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; The sheriff took a step closer, "You can't talk to me that way."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Then do something about it," I sneered.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; It took him a moment to consider his options, but apparently his decision was to slap me in the face.&nbsp; With my hands cuffed behind my back...&nbsp; and the fact that he was over twice my size...&nbsp; the blow took me to the floor.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I spit a little blood before taunting him again, "Yeah, real manly.&nbsp; Hitting a defenseless woman.&nbsp; Your mother must be proud."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; So he kicked me in the stomach.&nbsp; Pain shot through my system.&nbsp; At that moment, I began to regret my decision, but damn it, I couldn't let the bastard win.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "You-"&nbsp; I began.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; 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."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "I've seen-"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; He slapped me again, full rage, "No.&nbsp; No more talk."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "How-" I tried.

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&nbsp; He turned me around and bent me over my bed, "I'm in charge here, I'm the lawman, you're the thief."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I heard the sound of a belt unfastening and dropping to the floor.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I felt his blunt claws scrape down my bloomers, and was startled by the chilly air on my wetness.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Ready for this?" He laughed, "Not that that changes anything."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I tried for a taunt, but he slammed into me with full force.&nbsp; No thought of my comfort, no worries about my safety, no complaints from me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I could feel his full length inside, forcing a whimper from my lips.&nbsp; He wasted no time pounding me with wild abandon, one hand holding down my head and the other pulling my tail.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "No witty..." he breathed, "No witty comebacks?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I couldn't help but moan.&nbsp; He knew what he was doing.&nbsp; Probably thought about it every time he came in to insult me.&nbsp; He must have planned this.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I felt a hot bit of flesh colliding with my pussy, too big to make it in.&nbsp; Gods, he was going to knot me.&nbsp; He was so much bigger than me I really didn't know if I could take it.&nbsp; His dick was already painfully large, but I wanted it so bad, I needed it with every fiber of my being.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "You enjoying this," he spat, literally spat on my back, "slut."&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I won't lie, I was enjoying it.&nbsp; I wanted him to use me, to abuse me, to take all that I was and...&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; The front door opened, and someone walked in.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; My brain went into panic mode.&nbsp; I was apparently being raped and now there was a witness.&nbsp; With him holding my head down, I couldn't see who it was.&nbsp; If it was his toady, he'd probably just enjoy the show, but if it-&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; His knot, now fully swollen collided with me for the last time.&nbsp; I could feel him trying to push it in.&nbsp; Who cared that he was twice my size?&nbsp; He was going in.&nbsp; I screamed, letting the whole world, and our voyeur know exactly how much it hurt and how much I loved it.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; The stretch was painful, but he made it in with an audible pop.&nbsp; My senses left me in a sea of pleasure that couldn't be adequately described.&nbsp; I came, oh gods did I, and so did he.&nbsp; I was filled beyond what anyone should ever be forced to receive, and even with his knot some oozed out.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; My limbs turned to rubber noodles and I flopped uselessly to the minimalistic bed.&nbsp; The sheriff breathed heavily above me, still stuck inside me.&nbsp; Still proud of his dominance and his grin could be heard in his voice.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; "Hope you learned your lesson," he chided.

&nbsp; The voyeur finally took the chance to say something, "What in the hells are you doing?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Apparently Sheriff Dimples was unaware of our visitor, as he jerked up, still tied to me, and stared slack jawed at the man.&nbsp; Dangling from Dimples' manhood, I finally had a chance to see who it was.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; It was the mayor.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; Long story short, I was to be released that day.&nbsp; The mayor himself came to do the honors.&nbsp; But the precarious position he found us in cost the sheriff his job.&nbsp; In fact, as soon as his wang deflated, they locked him up.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; I got offered my job back, but I decided to skip town.&nbsp; I needed a fresh start, somewhere else.&nbsp; Especially with kits on the way.

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