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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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The Wolves Den, a notorious hangout for criminals and a dangerous place to be for the average citizen. Officer Shawn Shaw however was headed there on purpose, having taken the undercover role to infiltrate the establishment to try and uncover a new drug ring which had popped up. The slender arctic fox was selected from a small pool of candidates because not only did he already have the undercover experience; he also looked the part. Slender and almost effeminate to start, he'd even gotten his wife to assist with some makeup to further make him look attractive, much to her dismay. But misses Shaw knew the risks and knew her husband didn't take unnecessary risks lightly.

An old beat up trash van was parked in the alleyway behind the club, tucked out of sight from the road and would serve as the mobile HQ for the operation. His Chief imparting information through a stealth earpiece at all times and a hidden mic in an earring stud to record conversations. The tech guys had rigged the mic to go dormant whenever his ear was laid back, but when his ear was perked and listening, so too would the mic. This would allow him to avoid it being detected on the off chance someone scanned him for it. At least the earpiece could be explained as a hearing aid if push came to shove.

Shawn looked down at himself, grimacing at the embarrassing outfit he was forced to wear, though somewhat thankful it was a cowboy theme night. A sleeveless rhinestone black vest with matching rhinestone assless chaps, the only thing covering his modesty would be a teal pair of his wife's lacy panties. If not for the vest and chaps, he'd be damn near naked in just the panties the entire night.

The fox made his way down the alleyway, past the trash van with his team inside and headed for the staff entrance. Leaning against the wall taking a smoke break, close to the van, was their informant, the stag that worked the bar. Shawn smiled at him with a slight nod before making his way to the door, but stopping suddenly as he came face to face with a large unexpected figure standing outside the entrance, his first obstacle.

A large Brahman bull glared down at Shawn, his thick arms folded across his chest and looking like an immovable marble statue in his skin tight black top with the word "Bouncer" in clear white letters across his chest.

"Who the fuck are you?" the bull snarled at Shawn.

"I'm the new guy, covering for Pete?" Shawn replied nervously.

"No one told me about this, I'll have to check with the boss..." The bull said as he began to reach for his phone. Shawn swallowed hard, his cover was about to be blown before he even set foot inside the club.

"Relax big guy, even I know about it. You know how management are, they don't tell us shit until it actually happens," The stag appeared suddenly, leaning against the bull with a friendly and familiar smile. "Now why don't you stop giving the new guy such a hard time and give me one instead?" the cervine continued with an almost purr into the big brutes ear, a hand reaching down to grope at the obviously interested bovines thick bulge.

"Unless you want to join, fuck off..." The bull snorted before following the stag back behind a dumpster. Shawn stared in stunned silence as the bull pushed the stag up against the wall, tugging his head back by his grip on an antler while he forced a thick ebony cock under the cervine's short tail, making the smaller stag bleat out loud. Their eyes met momentarily, the barman giving an impatient nod for Shawn to get inside.

The fox quickly scurried inside to the sound of the bull's hips slapping against the stags behind, finally being cut off when the door closed behind him. Shawn made a mental note to thank the stag later for his help, but for now he needed to get into character. Steeling his nerves, Shawn began to wander around the club, sashaying his hips in a sultry fashion how his wife had shown him how to do. Having to bite back a growl every time one of the clubs patrons groped or spanked his behind as he went past, delivering drinks of food just as if he were any other waitron. Shawn tried not to stare at the dancers on stage, feeling an odd tingle in his crotch every time he accidentally looked at one of the attractive hunks grinding against the poles or the slender almost girly ones dancing in the cages.

"Thanks for earlier..." Shawn eventually got to say to the stag once he had returned to the bar.

"Think nothing of it, was worth the hassle" the stag grinned and winked. "You should try it sometime..."

"No thanks, I'm married..." Shawn replied with a laugh.

"Don't look now, but someone is staring at you...I think he knows you..." The barman leaned in close to whisper into Shawn's ear. "Ugly greasy looking weasel, shit eating grin and a gold tooth?"

"Fuck, Weezy...what the hell is he doing here?" Shawn hissed, nodding a thanks to the barman before retreating to the bathroom. "We have a situation, Chief..." the fox spoke softly, just enough for the mic to capture his voice as he slipped into the last stall, cursing as he found the lock was broken.

"Well, well, well, look who it is...hiya blue blood!" Weezy snickered in his annoying squeaky voice, appearing in the open doorway before slipping inside and leaning back against the door to trap Shawn.

"I think you have me confused with someone else..." Shawn tried to say in a more girly voice than he usually spoke with in a poor attempt to throw the weasel off.

"Drop the act, Officer Shaw. I know it's you, I'd recognize that tight ass from a mile away. I don't care why you're here, ain't none of my business. But what is my business, is revenge..." Weezy grinned at the fox.

"What the fuck do you want, Weezy?" Shawn growled out.

"Well the way I sees it, you have two choices. I can blow your cover, or...you can blow me!" The weasel offered with a laugh, beginning to undo his pants and fish out his meager dick.

"Do it, Shaw. Intel pegs the target five minutes out, we're close to blowing this thing wide open..." the Chief's voice came over the earpiece, making the fox cringe at his choice of words. Shawn's heart dropped into his stomach, he knew he could call it quits, but they'd been after this criminal mastermind for ages and now they were the closest they'd ever been to catching him.

"Fuck...fine..." Shawn growled, reluctantly reaching out and grasping the weasel's flaccid cock. At least the asshole seemed to be getting off on the idea of the cop who'd arrested him a couple times sucking him off that it didn't take long for him to get hard. The fox leaned forward and gave his blunt cocktip a slow lick, wrinkling his nose at the taste while Weezy smirked down at him.

"C'mon Shaw, suck my dick like your wife does yours, must've learned something from being married to a hot piece of ass all these years..." Weezy mocked, gripping Shawn by the ears and tugged his muzzle down deeper onto his cock.

Shawn's growl came out as a gurgle as the weasel forced his cock deep, eagerly starting to face fuck the trapped officer. With black and white hands against his hips to try force him back, Weezy just tugged harder at the fox's ears to make him take his cock as deep as possible.

Officer Shaw wanted nothing more than to punch Weezy in the balls right then, but he knew that wasn't a good idea. At least the weasel didn't last long, with a sneering laugh, Shawn felt the telling throb and pulse of the cock between his lips a moment before the salty warmth of Weezy's cum touched his tongue. Unluckily however, Weezy held his muzzle down on his cock so Shawn had no choice but to swallow his load, coughing and spitting the taste from his mouth when he was finally let off.

"Fuck you Weezy..." Shawn began to curse, but suddenly noticed the large form of someone standing behind the weasel and watching with a slight grin. His large hand slapping down on Weezy's shoulder and almost crumpling the smaller male to the floor under its weight and strength.

"Boss wants to talk to you, Weezy...bring your friend too..." The large Tibetan mastiff rumbled in a deep gravelly tone.

"But...Brick...sir...he's not..." Weezy began to protest, but quickly backed down under the glare of the large canine.

"Now..." Was all Brick would say, his tone making it clear that there was no room for argument.

Weezy led the way, looking like a whipped dog as they made their way upstairs and back into the private VIP section. Inside was Shawn's target, a large black and gold dragon known as Oniks. His golden eyes locked onto the slender artic fox as soon as he entered, flashing a broad toothy grin as he patted the spot beside him invitingly.

Shawn knew better than to decline, besides, sitting right beside their target would allow him to capture the conversation more clearly. However what he had not counted on, was how Oniks would begin to grope and feel him up. Shawn tried not to move about too much, doing his best to stay focused on the conversation Oniks was having with Weezy about the next delivery of their product, but it was hard to do while a crime boss was groping at his sheath and balls through his wife's panties. Shawn's blood ran cold as the dragon's fingers began to slip a little further back and under his tail, having to bite back a growl as Oniks shamelessly tugged the back of his panties aside and began to trace his claws around Shawn's tail hole. Officer Shaw knew he couldn't blow his cover, not only because he was so close to catching the evidence they needed to blow this case wide open, but also just because the dragon was so massive. His broad gold scaled chest and belly on display with his open black silk shirt, showing off his toned form and the black cobra tattoo at his left peck. The dragons long flowing golden hair cascading down his shoulders with his curved golden horns glinting in the light. His big bicep was damn near the size of Shawn's thigh alone, not to mention his sharp claws.

"This is great, keep doing whatever you're doing. We've almost got him right where we want him!" The Chief almost cheered over his earpiece.

"Easy for you to say..." Shawn thought to himself, wincing as the dragon began to work first one and then another finger under his twitching tail. The fox sat rather uncomfortably as the crime boss began to idly pump his fingers in and out of his behind a couple of times, as if testing his tightness. Thankfully, just as suddenly as it had started, the dragon's fingers withdrew from under his tail.

"Brick, prepare him for me..." Oniks suddenly commanded.

"What?" Shawn asked in surprise, seeing the large Tibetan mastiff approach and manhandle him about onto his stomach alongside the dragon on the long couch. Shawn's tail was roughly gripped and forced up while a large hand clapped down painfully on his behind before tugging his cheek to the side and exposing his virgin rear. A slimy warmth began to worm about under his tail, each lap of the mastiffs broad soft tongue left behind a tingling feeling. "Jeezus!" Shawn whined as Brick continued to eat him out, this was definitely not how he pictured this operation going.

As much as he didn't want to, the feeling of the tongue under his tail began to feel rather good and soon Shawn sported a tent in the front of his panties. By the time the big mutt had begun to work a finger or two under his tail, searching for his prostate and quickly finding it, Shawn would be whining and panting like a bitch beside a grinning dragon. Even Weezy would be grinning at the show, their conversation having come to a halt thanks to the distraction he was causing.

"Hope this ain't your first time, else this is gonna hurt..." Brick grumbled in his deep gravelly voice as he shifted over to straddle the backs of Shawn's thighs, pinning him in place.

Shawn's head lifted a moment later when he felt the hefty slap of Brick's thick cock between his cheeks and right against his now slick and prepared opening. "Get them talking again, we almost have them!" the Chief hissed over the radio, just as Brick began forcing his thick red cock down onto the foxes twitching and winking opening.

"Your friend seems unexperienced..." Oniks observed with a grin.

"Nah, he's had a stick up his ass ever since I've known him. He can take it, can't you champ?" Weezy mocked as Shawn clawed at the seat before him, gritting his teeth and trying to fight back a pained whine as the mastiff stretched him out.

Brick huffed and panted, enjoying the feeling of the tight ass gripping down around his cock for a change. He'd definitely have to look this fox up again for a proper night of fun after tonight, at least if Oniks didn't ruin him. "Almost...there!" Brick growled as he finally made his knot kiss the foxes pucker, giving a slow grind down against his behind.

As the large canine began to withdraw, Shawn almost felt like his insides were being pulled out along with his cock. The second thrust in, he could swear he could taste the mastiff's cock, though the ache under his tail from being so stretched certainly didn't get any easier.

"Enough, before you ruin him...come here fox, have a seat," Oniks hissed out, nodding down at his crotch, with his trousers undone and his own black and gold member exposed.

Brick reluctantly withdrew from under Shawn's tail, letting the fox crawl over to Oniks on trembling limbs. Weezy cowered as Brick stared at him with intent for a brief moment, but ultimately decided the weasel wasn't worth fucking and instead just tucked his still stiff cock back inside his pants.

Once he was out of danger, Weezy began to grin again as he watched Officer Shaw climb into Oniks lap, the dragon gripping and lifting his tail in one clawed hand as the other guided his thick ridged member up against his prepared opening. "Sit..." Oniks commanded the fox, whom reluctantly agreed and began to sink himself down onto the dragons waiting spire.

"Tight bitch..." Oniks hissed as he felt the fox clench tight each time one of his ridges popped inside his backside, making the vulpine squirm uncomfortably. Weezy watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as the dragon's thick golden spire stretched his arresting officer's asshole wide. A clawed hand clapping down roughly against his behind before grasping his buttock and helping the fox begin to ride him.

"Good job, they're talking again. Just hang in there, we've nearly got enough to lock the bastard away!" The Chief's voice came over the earpiece again. Shawn however was too preoccupied by the feeling of the thick ridged cock abusing his behind to make much sense of the conversation around him, wincing and whining each time he was lifted or dropped down in the dragons lap.

At least it sounded like Oniks was getting close, the black and gold dragon starting to huff and pant heavily as he began thrusting up into the foxes behind. His large golden orbs tapping against Shawn's firm backside like a jackhammer until with a snarl, Oniks bit down on the fox's ear and began to pump his guts full of almost scalding dragon cum. A little crunch sound briefly caught Shawn's attention, at least until the dragon gave one last buck up to pop his knot into the fox as well.

"Shawn? Shawn you still there? Fuck...comms are down, we can't hear anything!" The Chief growled and shouted. "Goddamn operation is a bust, so damn close!"

He vaguely remembered hearing a crunch sound as Oniks bit down on his ear, he must've crushed the mic, Shawn thought to himself. But right now he was in a precarious position, now that Oniks had gotten his rocks off, he was happily talking shop with Weezy again. Only now Shawn was stuck in his lap while they did so. Officer Shaw groaned to himself, knowing this meant they'd have to try again some other way, unless Weezy kept his mouth shut and they could try this same sting again.

Shawn just hoped he'd get out of the club in one piece though, Brick was already grinning at him suggestively and if not the mastiff, he still had to try get back past that damned bull bouncer...