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It's been a *long* time since I've uploaded anything here, so I hope at least some people like the new content. It's been a work in progress in my head for months, and a real-life work in progress for weeks now.

This is mostly to get myself back into the habit of writing, and I have at least 1 if not 2 more chapters working now to add to this.

No writer can function without constructive criticism, so if you have any helpful hints or suggestions, please comment or message me.

**Edit** For whatever reason this didn't initially upload and seems to have formatted itself weirdly when I copied the text over. I'm going to put it up and then mess with it so at least people can (hopefully) see the text.

Officer James Kiner blinked away the unfocused gaze that subtly clouded the image of the highway in front of him. Ahead of him lay the featureless, tree-lined lanes of the Forest Hills highway, a two-lane state road where most of the "well-lit" portions were only slightly more visible than the surrounding darkness due to the full moon. The road was a favorite of the local teenagers and college-age partiers from the surrounding areas. They'd find little trails and paths off the road and walk or drive down them. Some of the smarter kids would even grab a friend with a pickup or a 4x4 and drive deep into the woods to reduce their risk of being caught.

Officer Kiner was not one to normally do this sort of thing, preferring to respond to calls with actual criminals committing actual crimes. The wolf usually left the citations for weed and underage kids drinking cheap, shitty beer to the junior officers. The police were supposed to deal with real crimes, so it was time wasted prosecuting petty drug users as far as he was concerned.

The past 3 weeks Officer Kiner had gone through a spell of bad luck at work lately and was under pressure from the station chief. While he would even tell his closest friends that there was no such thing as a "monthly quota" for speeding tickets or other citations, the fact was that like every other town that happened to be on the smaller side population-wise, the city government relied heavily on the revenue that tickets and citations to help fund a large portion of the city government. That meant if you weren't matching the numbers of the other guys, you would get what Kiner had gotten, his ass chewed out before being told to get his numbers up.

So here the young wolf was, quietly rolling along in his squad car, scanning from side to side through the pine trees, hoping to see the telltale flames of a fire or the blinking of headlights further into the forest. The Forest Hills highway had a reputation as being easy pickings for officers who were in trouble of not writing the requisite number of tickets each month, being known as low hanging fruit for drug citations.

Kiner wouldn't normally partake in such easy pickings, but he and his long-time girlfriend and (hopefully) future wife wanted to move into the city in the near future. They had both visited as kids and adults, and both of them had agreed that for personal and financial reasons they both should relocate. He usually gave people some slack while he was on-duty, but with this life goal in mind he was willing to toe the line a little harder.

Rounding a wide curve, he saw an SUV on the opposite side of the road. The bright hazard lights blinked in a monotonous pattern as Officer Kiner slowed. He could see a young coyote sitting in the driver's seat with the hood of her car sitting ajar, the obvious and universal sign of car trouble. The young officer made the obvious choice to stop, as whether it was criminal or not, a local cop helping a damsel in distress was a smart move any way you cut it.

Drawing closer the wolf could see a younger coyote in the driver's seat, looking somewhat distraught. As he gazed at the coyote, whose face was reflected in SUV's rearview mirror by the dimly lit screen of her phone, he realized that at first glance she was easily a 9/10 for this area. He wasn't normally one to stare at other women like that, but things were a little rockier at home than usual.

His girlfriend had just finished grad school and was starting a new career. She was working at the local hospital in the ER as a nurse, which was great for their future as a couple, but her hours created an extremely tough schedule for the two. With him working nights and her on 12-hour shifts, they went from having every weekend together to barely seeing each other the past few weeks.

They'd had a great sex life too, or at least Kiner thought they did, his girlfriend never complained, but with their new schedules they hadn't had sex in...way too long now, thought Kiner. So he did catch himself staring a little bit lustfully at the coyote. She had a beautiful face and soft features, all of which caught Officer Kiner's attention. She was exactly the type of canine the wolf liked, and as he continued looking at her, he suddenly realized that he was totally lost in thought and still rolling towards her car, paying her too much attention and forgetting to brake.

Stopping abruptly, he pulled up behind her car and got out, smoothing his uniform and adjusting his hat as he walked along the side of the car. He approached with some caution, as he'd been trained to do in every encounter with a civilian, but figured this young coyote wouldn't be in need of anything more than a tow truck.

Fresh in the back of his mind was the absolute thrashing he had received from the police chief last summer after he'd caught the head of the City Council driving drunk. What he stupidly thought at the time was a great arrest, in reality resulted in a complete ass-chewing from his boss about "being too stupid to know that certain people in town don't get taken in for minding their own business". They both knew that drunk driving didn't constitute "minding your own business", but they also both knew that you didn't say the quiet part out loud and that the influential members in town got different treatment.

It wasn't like they lived in a huge city, but with over 250,000 residents, they were still a pretty sizeable town. So, his bosses simple metaphor came in loud and clear, that if they're in a powerful position where they can make life tough for the department, they have a different set of rules applied to them. Now that he'd fallen behind on his tickets and citations, he wasn't keen to go into another meeting this year concerning citations and ticket revenue he was bringing in.

"This stupid car!" the female said as he walked up to the driver's side window, "This is the fourth time in three months that it's given out on me!" Despite her window not being entirely down, the officer was sure that he already detected the noticeable smell of weed and liquor. "Everything all right?" he asked, staring through the glass at her, her eyes visibly glazed over a little bit. The 'yote was anything but calm, seemingly on the verge of tears now that she realized that the police had stopped alongside her vehicle to question her, "It stopped dead again while I was driving!" she said, "I-it won't just stop being difficult and let me get home!" she wailed.

Kiner could smell at least a DUI and possibly a possession charge as well with this coyote. It wasn't much, but it would pad his citations and make for a good weekend, and at least it would result in a case the District Attorney would have to plead down. He was only taking a small step, but that step was out of being in hot shit and getting back on at least the neutral side of the chief.

Deciding that he wasn't going to waste time mincing words, Kiner just figured he'd be direct and to the point. He'd cite her, she'd go to jail for at most a few hours (based on the BMW SUV she was driving, she looked like she at least_knew_ someone who could bail her out), and then be on her merry way. "Can I see your license and registration please?" he asked her, eager to get this over with. "And ma'am I need you to roll your window all the way down too, please."

"Look, Officer, I-," he cut her off curtly, "License and registration please, ma'am." He let the authority of his voice drip off the last few syllables of 'ma'am' to ensure that it had maximum impact. She fumbled in her purse for a moment, before shakily handing her information over to him. "I really can't afford to get into any trouble sir, I just want to get home. I would do anything to make sure this doesn't create any problems for me."

"Have you been drinking tonight?" Kiner asked, ignoring her response for the moment and peering intently at the coyote, who immediately avoided his gaze. "Use any drugs or have anything in the car I need to know about?"

He could tell by how fast her facial expression changed and the fact that she waited half a beat to answer him that her inevitable reply of "no" was going to be a lie. "You sure?" he asked when he heard the response he expected. But the coyote only doubled down, shaking her head no again.

"You know that I can cite you for driving under the influence or for possession of narcotics, right?" She stared back at him with a panicked expression, not shaking her head yes or no, but looking increasingly alarmed at her current situation.

"Just sit tight and keep your hands where I can see them," was Kiner's only reply as he turned to walk back to his patrol car. He opened the door and sat in the front seat, punching in her driver's license number to see her information and any possible other violations or warrants she might have. He was absentmindedly reaching for his citation book, halfway ready to start filling out a ticket for her, when the screen flicked up her personal information and his jaw dropped.

It was Emily Coroza. Favorite niece of Edward Coroza, the town mayor. A cold feeling swept up Kiner's spine as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had inadvertently told the mayor's favorite niece that he was very likely going to arrest her for either DUI, or best-case scenario leave her with a very expensive ticket. He was inwardly panicking as he stepped back out of his patrol vehicle and paused, unsure of what to do next.

Kiner was turning the gears in his head to figure out how he was going to backtrack on what he said and let her go, aware that his abrupt shift in tone would likely be noticed, even by someone who was visibly impaired. His best idea at the moment was to apologize for some sort of bogus mix-up, then to offer to call a tow truck and drive her home. He figured this was the best way to avoid suspicion, plus it also gave him the chance to hopefully talk her out of mentioning this incident to her uncle. He was still mulling this plan over as he approached the SUV's window once again, only to see something that sent another cold chill through his fur.

The coyote was still sitting in the driver's seat alright, but she had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, revealing that she had no bra underneath. She had also hiked her jeans down so that her could see the white lace panties she was wearing underneath sticking out a little around her waist. The floral patterns that edged the fabric were even visible, which caused the wolf's dick to stir a little. Kiner stood still for a second as he processed what was happening, unable to find the words to speak at the moment.

"Ma'am I-I-," he began, still searching for the right thing to say. "Don't say anything," she replied swiftly, putting a finger to her lips. "But can you just reconsider the ticket? I told you that I would do anything to make it disappear," she said a little too obviously, reaching one paw slowly to the top of her blouse and pulling it even lower, flashing him an even more revealing glimpse of her ample breasts.

Completely dumbstruck, Kiner only managed an "I..." before completely trailing off, transfixed as her started at her chest, wondering how good her tits would feel in his paws. They were just the right size in his opinion, big enough without being too big, and now his mind was definitely starting to wander considerably.

Finally finding his voice, Kiner tried to bring them both crashing back to reality. "You know you're playing with fire, don't you?" he asked the coyote, who momentarily looked dumbstruck. "You're risking more than a DUI or a possession charge. Some officers could construe this as prostitution, you know that?" Either buoyed by alcohol or feeling as if she was likely going to jail and therefore had nothing to lose, the wolf was more than a little surprised at her response.

"How about instead of giving me a ticket or taking me to jail, I suck your dick?" she asked matter-of-factly. Kiner's initial shock was wearing off and he was starting to forget about the fact that her uncle was the town mayor and that his plan was to ignore what had happened and drive her home. He had never cheated while he was in a relationship before, but then he'd also never had a super-hot young coyote offer to suck his dick either. In hindsight, he may have been a bit disappointed in himself at how little time it took him to weigh everything up and answer.

He stared intently at the coyote, her paws and fingers still holding her blouse open to show him her tits. 'Okay," he said, "fine."

"I'll forget about all of this and not even write you a ticket if you suck my dick." Kiner waited apprehensively for a split second, unsure what was going to happen next. He could easily explain the lost ticket away, he didn't need to do this. It wasn't just a risk to his career because of who she was related to, it was a huge ethical violation that could get him in serious legal trouble too.

But he was thinking far too much with his dick at the moment, which decided that he couldn't just give up the chance of some head from this sexy coyote. "Fine," she finally replied, "but just a blowjob, no cumming in my mouth." The wolf nodded in agreement, so the coyote continued, "So where do you wanna do it? Your car?" Kiner was being stupid but not that stupid, and he knew that there'd be even worse repercussions if he was caught in his patrol car. It was wired up internally with cameras and sound anyways, so that was definitely not a viable option.

"No," he replied, feeling his anxiety about the situation starting to slip away, being replaced by excitement for what was about to happen. "We'll use your backseats, there's plenty of room." The coyote opened the door and stepped out, finally giving Kiner a full look at her. He had thought her tits were her best asset, but now that he got to see the rest of her body, he realized he was very wrong. The coyote's ass looked fantastic, and gaining confidence, he decided to tell her so as she circled around the car to the backseat.

"You have an amazing ass by the way," he told her, opening the door and gesturing her to climb into the backseat of the SUV. He couldn't tell if she snorted sarcastically or giggled a little in response, but she did answer somewhat flatly. "Thanks. I'm a runner and I also do yoga twice a week." There wasn't room for the coyote to sit in front of him, so he shimmied further into the backseat so she could climb in and sit next to him.

As she dropped into the seat beside him the coyote looked intently at him through still slightly glassy eyes. "You goin' to take your pants off, or what?" Feeling slightly stupid for a moment, Kiner clumsily undid his service belt and the button on his pants, swiftly hooking both thumbs into the waistband and pulling them down around his thighs. He hadn't realized how excited he had already gotten from the encounter, as a sizeable part of his cock has already emerged from his sheath, the tip dripping with a couple drops of precum.

The coyote didn't hesitate, putting one hand on his thigh and another around the base of his cock, immediately sinking her muzzle down on him. He moaned gently as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick, suckling nice and hard on it. His girlfriend never gave bad blowjobs, but she always complained that his dick was too big and hurt her jaw, so she never really blew him for that long.

This wasn't the case with the coyote, who kept sucking on his dick as it grew bigger and bigger, until Kiner could feel her lips kiss meet the top of his emerging knot. "Mmhm," the coyote rumbled around his prick as she withdrew her muzzle for a second, "you're a big boy, huh?" she moaned, before sliding her muzzle back down onto his growing cock.

"Unnh," was all Kiner could groan loudly in response, as the coyote slipped her muzzle back onto his cock. "You like that, huh?" he asked her. "Uhm hmm", the coyote moaned in reply, sliding him up and down into her muzzle, "big dicks turn me on so much." Both canines moaned softly in the backseat as the coyote continued enthusiastically blowing the wolf, until a minute later, when she pulled her muzzle off again with an audible 'pop'.

Opening his eyes, he started to ask the coyote why she was stopping, until he saw her fumbling with the buttons on her own jeans. Fumbling to get the top of her pants loose, the coyote stuck a paw down into her panties to start massaging her clit, before leaning back down to continue sucking the wolf's now fully grown cock. He watched as she started sliding her pants down even further, eventually getting them down around her ankles so she could push her panties aside. She then took two of her fingers and slid them into her pussy, using her thumb to rub her clit. The whole sight made the wolf even hornier, knowing that blowing him was making the coyote wet too.

Feeling the vibrations when she moaned around his dick again, Kiner started slowly humping into the coyote's muzzle, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Mindful not to go too deep too fast, Kiner leaned back a little more to admire the amount of dick the 'yote could fit into her muzzle. He didn't think anyone had ever been able to fit that much of his prick into their mouth at once, a thought that made his entire cock pulse and harden further as he humped himself into the coyote's muzzle.

Kiner had enough of playing nice and after weeks of no sex, was ready to fuck the coyote senseless. He put his hands on the back of her head and started pushing her muzzle deeper onto his cock, feeling her lips slide around his knot as he shoved her head down. Initially the coyote didn't protest, but when Kiner felt his cock pulse deep the coyote hesitated, attempting to pull her head back as Kiner held her in place. He had made up his mind and growled at her, "You let me cum in your muzzle or I'll write up that ticket." Feeling her start to resist further, Kiner grabbed the scruff of her neck with his other hand and leaned down close to her ear.

"You're not exactly in a position to say 'no' at the moment, are you?" he snarled, tightening his grip. When she didn't respond, Kiner let her feel his claws start to push through her fur, highlighting the fact that he was in control of the situation and that she had nowhere to go. She had stopped fingering herself momentarily and gripped his thighs with both paws, hoping to push her muzzle off his dick a little. Realizing that she couldn't move, the coyote answered with a meek "unh, unh" that she groaned around his cock.

After weeks of no attention, Kiner knew that he was going to cum hard in the coyote's muzzle. He was now fully embracing the power he had over the coyote, banking on the fact that even if she reported him, no one would believe her. Sure, he had issues with his chief about ticket quotas and stuff like that, but when it came down to the serious parts of his job, Kiner's reputation was impeccable. Even with her uncle being the mayor, no one would believe that this mild-mannered, humble officer in a long-term relationship would randomly do this to a civilian for no reason. He hoped they wouldn't believe her anyways. He had to think that. He had to believe that.

Feeling himself start to get close, Kiner started humping hard into the canine's muzzle, feeling her start to gag around his knot. Seems she liked big dicks a lot, but not a dick as big as his, he thought. Letting her back off his cock slightly, Kiner could feel his orgasm coming and was basking in the pre-orgasm feeling he had. Feeling it building, Kiner shoved the coyote rudely back down onto his dick, roughly humping into her muzzle as her bounced her muzzle up and down on his cock.

Finally, the wolf couldn't hold it anymore. He slowed his pace, fucking hard into the coyote's mouth once, twice, and then on the third try, he simultaneously pushed her head down onto his cock as he worked his hips hard up into her. Fully impaling her muzzle on his cock, he could feel his nuts up against her chin as he started to cum, feeling her muzzle all the way down onto his dick and her lips against the base of his knot. He had managed to get the entire thing into her muzzle, and the thought that he had effectively knotted her face made him cum even harder.

The coyote breathed hard as she swallowed his cum. He could feel that he'd blown a huge load into her mouth and that there was no way she could swallow it all. As he pumped the last streams of cum in her muzzle, he saw he was right, and that some of his cum was seeping out from her lips around the base of his knot. "Don't worry, you can clean that up when you're done," he sighed, half-jokingly, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss and the hot, young coyote that had totally engulfed his dick.

Feeling that one of her hands had left his thigh, Kiner glanced over at the coyote. Barely able to stop himself from chuckling aloud, the wolf realized that as she had finished blowing him, the coyote had started rubbing her clit again. Seems she couldn't help it, Kiner thought to himself. Seeing that she was still wet made a sudden thought cut through Kiner's cloudy, post-orgasm mind. If he played his cards right, this could just be the start of his fun.