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Officer Curtis had her back to the wall, gun held up in front of her face, shrouded in the darkness of the unlit dining room. Her mouth was open, panting oh so quietly, restrained by her desperate need to remain silent. She was a short, white mouse, plump in build and outstanding with curves. Her police uniform, crisp and blue, clung to her body tightly. It swelled dramatically around her bosom where her bright, shiny police badge was pinned. The black shorts she had on only came halfway down her chunky, white thighs. She was a short woman, making the utility belt around her waist and the weapon in her paws look all the bigger, almost unnatural.

She took a deep breath, slowly, quietly. She couldn't afford to make a sound. A bead of sweat bled down her snout and fell from the tip of her nose. Even the stiff plip of it hitting the hardwood floor between her feet was too loud for her liking. Her heart pounded in her chest. She could hear the blood rushing through her saucer ears. Her bitty, pink nose crinkled and twitched from the smell of her perspiration which darkened the fabric underneath her pits and breasts. Her lungs burned like they had been scraped by sandpaper. The soles of her feet ached badly; she was certain that she would find blisters on them later. She closed her eyes. She had to relax. Breathe. Breathe. Breeeeaaaaathe. You've rehearsed for this. No point in going in there all shaken up. Her fingers readjusted around the grip of her gun. She took another breath and licked her buck teeth. I got this, she mouthed to herself. I got this.

Clank!

A sharp sound like rattling metal jolted her out of her meditation. It made her heart leap in her chest. A few moments later it struck again.

Clank!

She recognized it for what it was. The thief who had broken into the house, the man who dared violate the sanctity of this household, was rummaging through the kitchen. He was going from drawer to drawer, yanking them open to see if they contained any valuables. After a few seconds of perusing, he would move onto the next one.

Clank!

A minute of rude opening passed before he moved to the creaky cabinets. Ehhhhh! Curtis wondered what the hell he expected to find that was worth any money inside of a kitchen cabinet, but now wasn't the time to question a criminal's actions. Now was the time to put his thievery and time on the streets to an end. She closed her eyes one more time. More breathing, more chanting, more reminders of her training. She took one last sigh through her nose. Show time.

Curtis pivoted to her left, straight into the doorway and into the kitchen light. She assumed a wide stance, feet shoulder-width apart. She gripped the gun with both paws firmly and held straight out in front of her chest, forming her arms into a V. Her violet eyes were suddenly clear in the kitchen light, showing off in a ferocious squint. Her voice barked as loudly as it could. "Freeze, dirtbag!"

The intruder was bent over the dishwasher, holding it half open, peeking inside for anything worth stealing. He was a panther whose coat of fur was dark enough to hide his many spots. He was incredibly skinny, almost malnourished, with a gaunt face and knobby bones. The bridge of his snout was bowed outwards prominently. His piercing yellow eyes were peering into the dishwasher curiously. He wore a baggy red hoodie that was a few sizes too big for his skinny frame. He had jeans on, but they were on the way out, sagging a quarter of the way down his thigh to reveal a significant portion of his boxers.

He jumped a mile when he heard her shout at him. His bright yellow eyes went wide at the sight of the gun. He shot upright and flew his paws into the air above his head. The door of the dishwasher fell open with a loud clang. "Don't shoot!" he yelled.

Curtis saw the fear in his eyes. She kept the front iron of her pistol trained between them. "Paws in the air where I can see them. Don't move."

He shot his arms up higher until the shoulders of his hoodie were touching his cheeks. "Please! I'm unarmed!"

"I don't know that!" She took a step further into the kitchen. On instinct, he took a step back. "Ah, ah, ah! Don't go anywhere!" she commanded with an added jab of her firearm.

"I'm not! I'm not! I'm sorry! Oh God..." The guilt wracked his face. "Please don't shoot me. I gotta family to feed."

"I ain't gonna shoot you, buddy. Not if you don't give me a reason." Her thumb fell on the hammer of her gun. The image of his brains blowing out the back of his head was already flashing through her mind. She shoved it away. She wasn't here to do that. "But I won't hesitate if you do."

"Please, officer! I ain't got no gun! You can search me!" He darted his face down at his waist where there was no gun. "See? I ain't got nothing!"

Curtis flicked her gun to the side. "Turn around. All the way." The thief did a quick twirl, showing off his scrawny backside, his slender black tail, and his total lack of a weapon. "Alright." Curtis gulped. "On your knees." He slowly lowered himself into a kneeling position. For just a second, one of his arms almost came down to balance himself. He stopped just in time, the fear of losing his life flashing before his face. Curtis didn't seem to notice or react to it. "Good. Now don't you move or I'll blow you away, dirtbag."

"Officer, I swear I won't do nothin'. Just don't shoot me, please."

Curtis approached slowly. The dishwasher door was in her way. She tried to kick it shut. It came close, then slumped back open. She kicked at it again. Once more it tried to fall open. She put an end to that with one last shove with her knee. With that obstacle out of the way, she came around behind him and shoved him by the nape of his neck. His head whipped back as he fell flat on his stomach with his arms outstretched in front of him. She kept her gun haphazardly trained on the back of his head as she grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it to his lower back. She did the same to the other and drew her handcuffs from their holster. The thief jerked at the sound of the links clacking out of their loops, ready to snap onto his wrists. She fell down to her knees and straddled his bony legs. With one paw still on her gun, she very awkwardly closed the cuffs around his wrists. It took a few moments of toil and hissed swearing, but eventually they locked onto him, trapping his arms where they belonged.

"Get up!" She grabbed his shoulder and hoisted him back onto his knees by the cuffs, pivoting his shoulders up at an angle just short of tearing them out of their sockets. A bellow of pain tore free of him, making Curtis wince. Shit, my bad! Her instinct was to apologize, but she kept her mouth shut. Now was not the time for mercy. With the suspect on his knees, it was time to call it in. She holstered her weapon and gripped him by his shoulder tightly with one paw while the other pressed the speak button on her shoulder walkie-talkie. "Downtown, this is officer Curtis. I've got a suspect guilty of a break in. I'm bringing him in, over."

His face contorted under the crippling weight of shame. "Oh God... Please, ma'am. I can't go to jail. I got a family..." He wept openly. His frail chest heaved with each sob.

"Shut up," she hissed. A sharp tug on the shoulder of his hoodie pulled the back of his head into her gut. She glowered down at him, blanketing his face with the shadow of her bosom. He felt the stab of her index finger dig into his neck. "I don't wanna hear another word out of you, scumbag. I'm sick and tired of criminals like you coming into people's homes and taking what isn't yours."

"Oh God... Officer, I'm so sorry..." He sniffed. "Please don't arrest me. I got a family to feed."

"Oh yeah? You should have thought of them before you busted into this house. The people who live here got to feed their family too, you know."

"I do! I do! I just can't feed my family on my own. I ain't got no choice."

"My ass! You could've done anything else besides going out and robbing people." She bared her gritted teeth at him. The heat of her breath sizzled across his face. He could make out each individual drop of sweat that poured down her face. "You make me sick. I oughtta grease you right here right now and be done with you."

"No! No! No!" The terror clawed at his expression. "I won't do nothin' like this ever again! I swear! Please don't kill me! Please don't lock me up! Oh God, I'll do anything!"

Her violet eyes narrowed. "Why should I trust you, dirtbag?"

"I swear, I'll do anything to prove it. Please... Anything..."

"Anything, eh?" She straightened her back, letting his head off of her gut. Her ferocity softened, but her intense disgust remained. "Yeah, OK. I think we can work something out."

His yellow eyes swelled with hope. "R-really? Oh my God. Thank you so much! I-I'll owe you whatever! I don't care! I-"

"Shut up!"

He ducked his head away, bracing for a smack.

"Annoying little shit. Like I said, I oughtta do this town a favor and take you out of it. But I think I gotta better solution, one that'll teach you a lesson."

"Yes... Please... I'll listen, I swear. Just do whatever."

"Oh, I plan on it, scum." She wrenched his hoodie and shoved him towards the nearby dining room. She drew her pistol and aimed it at the back of his head. "Get up. Dining room. NOW."

The man stood up with a frightened sniffle. "Yes ma'am..." He marched his way to the small dining room where four chairs surrounded a small round table. She followed closely, aiming her pistol at his back, finger wrapped around the trigger. Once they got there she told him to stop. He obeyed.

"On your knees. Back to the wall."

He fell to his knees one at a time then waddled his way forward to the wall where he pivoted to face her. He sat on his ankles; his slender black tail waved behind him lazily. Eyes full of cautious hope and shivering trepidation peered up at her from a head hung obediently low. Curtis grinned. Her pistol went back into her holster, something the thief didn't know whether to interpret as good or bad. What was bad was the sinister look she wore. Those amethyst eyes cut down at him like an executioner's ax. He knew that he had found his judge, jury, and jailor.

Curtis turned her back on him, seemingly to leave and go get something. Instead she stayed put, opening her legs out into a broad stance and flicking her wormtail up. He was presented the fullest view of her seat-stretched shorts, on onyx canvas seemingly ready to tear apart they hugged her haunches so tightly. Relief came when Curtis undid her button and fly. She stuck her thumbs into her waist band and pushed her shorts down, bringing her panties with it. The fabric whispered across the Goliath contours of her ass cheeks, sinking them with the passing scrape of the waist band. They came out with a calamitous wobble, not settling into place until a full second after she had pulled the shorts down to the upper cusp of her thighs. Cutting down the center was a fathomless canyon so deep that the thief could not see its floor.

His mesmerization was cut short by the awful stench that blew out from it. The great sea of sweat that had trickled its way into her shorts was now free to the atmosphere, endowing it with the smell of a thousand workouts. Hot, heavy, and saline, it pried its way into the thief's nose, physically recoiling him into the wall behind him.

Curtis was looking over her shoulder at him. She cackled evilly. "How's that, dirtbag? That enough for you?" She gave each of her haunches a small lift with her fingers, sinking the nails into the impossibly soft flesh. When she let go they continued to jiggle for some time. "I worked up a good sweat for ya. This job ain't easy, you know. Burns a lot of calories."

The thief wasn't listening. His gaped eyes remained locked on her ass. "W-w-what are you gonna do to me?"

Her grin parted into an evil smile. "Make you perform your community service." Curtis bent forward, cocked her tail high into the air, and slammed her ass back on the thief's face.

His head and back were forcibly shoved into the wall. Curtis' crack parted around his snout like a tsunami breaking against a mountain ridge. Soft, wet fur glided across the flanks of his face and smothered him in a dual-cushion of gelatinous ass-blubber. Her pucker blossomed right atop his nose, fusing its raunchy stench with the inside of his nostrils. Squashing across his bottom lip and chin was her swampy cunt. His look of shock and horror was hidden by her all-encompassing blanket of ass. All that remained of his head were the very tips of his cat ears which poked out from between her white haunches.

He tried grabbing at her to shove them off but was restrained by the cuffs digging into his wrists. Her weight was total and ungiving, forbidding any forward movement. The wall behind him was equally stubborn. An ass cheek on his left, another on his right, he was trapped. All he could do was scream into the abyss. "Hhhrrrrmmmggghhhhhh!!!"

Curtis laughed. She looked back at her prisoner, locked as he was within her backsided custody. "Yeeeeaaaaah... How do ya like that, dirtbag? Think this'll teach you a lesson?" She stamped her ass on him, flattening her cheeks on the wall behind them and sinking his face deeper into her odiferous crevice. The echo of his cries hummed across her asshole. "Oooh, yeah, keep crying, bitch. I wanna hear you scream. Tell me how you fucking-" She bounced her ass on him twice. "-like it!"

"Hommmgghhfffuuuuuhhhh!!!" His legs twisted and squirmed beneath him. Every breath was a hot, dank wallop of humid booty sweat, branding the back of his mouth with its saline flavor. Inhaling through his nose was even more punishing with the unforgiving crush of her tailhole. It tickled his nose with her every clenching wink. Second only to the mind-pulverizing smell was the stifling heat which poured out of it. He tried bending his body from out beneath her. No dice. She was there for good. "Hhhmmmghhhh! Ffffffhhhmmmmmm!"

"Oh, cry me a river, bitch. You know you fucking deserve it." She wiped her ass side to side, rolling his entire head along with it. The proximity of his head to her cunny was driving her wild, drawing out more juices and adding to the plethora of bodily smells he had to suffer through. Her nipples bled through her blue shirt which was now see through thanks to the growing amount of sweat. A great deal of it trickled its way down her back and into her crack for the thief's consumption. "Time to do your community service, dirtbag. Get a fucking taste of my sweat and lick it up, you fucking loser."

She punctuated her command with another round of bounces, muffling and unmuffling his hollers. "Mmm-Uhhhhmmm-Uhhhmmmm-!" She came to a stop to give him a chance to obey. Whimpers echoed from her crack as he willed his maw open and let his tongue lurch free. Coarse tongue met soft taint, painting the former with a cantankerous mixture of flesh and sweat. A few sobs escaped him as he continued lapping at her crack, catching each bead of sweat as they fell down and scraping at her thin crack-fur.

It made Curtis shiver. "Oh yeeeeaaaah~ That's a good kitty. Get to fucking work. Clean my fucking ass and smell it, scum." She shifted herself down, planting her pucker on his tongue mid-lick. A disgusted whimper fell out of him as the hot inner core of her crater closed around his tongue. He did not hesitate to retract it and form a tight circle around her cavity, feeling the texture of each individual wrinkle and making her sphincter twitch.

"Oooh, fuck I like that. Like eatin' ass, do ya? I bet you do. God, you're pathetic. You're not even worth a bullet, fucking nerd."

More sobs from out of her crack. Joining the sea of sweat were his tears, generated from both the crippling shame as well as the blistering heat clawing at his eyes. It wasn't enough to make him stop, not when she was pushed so firmly on his head and a great deal of him started to like it. His squirms persisted, but not as a form of resistance. His penis was at full staff, grinding into the loose denim above his crotch and throbbing within his boxers. He stopped rimming her so that he could punch his tongue through her ring of muscle, feeling the burn of her inner asshole on his sandpaper tongue. His sobs softened into whimpers, then mumbles, then needy huffs. He opened his maw and flooded his lungs with that luxurious stench. No longer backing into the wall, his face shoved itself full-force into her crack, begging for more.

Curtis laughed. "Yeah, I fucking knew you'd be into it. You dirtbags are all the fucking same, I swear." She rolled her ass in a sweeping circle then began manually rolling her right haunch around with her paw. She let go of it, closing it back on his face. "That'll fucking teach you. All you dirty criminals deserve it, especially you." Her ass pulled away as she stood up. The thief's eyes shot open at the same time a great gasp punched through him. The fur on his face was utterly soaked, glistening with a heavy coating of Curtis' ass grease. His eyes could not focus. His breathing was heavy. The bulge in his pants was a perfect outline of his cock and balls. He was a sorry sight, one that made Curtis laugh. "Jesus Christ. Look at you. I've seen beggars with more dignity." She patted her ass cheek. "Kiss my ass, dirtbag, and lick the fucking sweat up."

It took him a moment to gather his breath. His voice stuttered. "Y-yes ma'am." He brought his face forward onto the very outer limit of her haunch. Once his face sank into its plush softness he puckered his lips and gave it a kiss.

Curtis scoffed. "Pfffff. I didn't think you'd actually do it. God, you're so fucking pitiful."

He whimpered with agreement. "Ngnnnnnnn..."

"Go on. Lick it. Don't make me fucking wait."

"Ahh..." His pink paddle tongue poked from his lips. Reluctant whines sighed through his nose as it neared her ass cheek, finally scraping against it and drawing upwards in on sweeping lick.

"Theeeeeere we go," cackled Curtis. "Get that shit up. Make sure my ass gets nice and clean."

The thief obeyed, one lick at a time. He felt her ass fur scrape on his tongue. It was saturated in sweat, staining his entire mouth with its fleshy taste. His head orbited around her ass cheek, covering as much space that his mouth could reach. His jaw fell open, allowing more of his tongue to fall out. With fluttering eyelids he began to surrender himself to her sweaty whim. As soon as one haunch was free of sweat he moved to the other and went to work. His tongue dragged from the very bottom cusp of her ass to the point where it met her waist. Every lick was accompanied by a throaty groan. "Ahhhhhhh... Ahhhhhhh... Ahhhhhh..."

Curtis could only shake her head, half amused, half disgusted. "Fucking figures, loser." Curtis pulled away, leaving him with his tongue draped down his chin. He watched as she wiggled her pants and underwear the rest of the way down her chunky legs. She stepped out of them and her shoes before turning around and picking up her panties. They were stretched by the waistband on her thumbs, showing off the soddened fabric that had been so deeply ensconced in her pussy and ass crack. "See this, loser? I'm gonna put a fucking muzzle on you to keep you quiet. I'm not done with you. Not even close. Don't want you screaming for help while I administer your punishment."

Curtis brought the underwear to his face and slid it right over his snout. It went as far back as the back of his head, sinking the g-string over his nostrils and flattening the cup over his snout. His eyes peered through the leg holes, shimmering under a film of humiliated tears. The tiniest inhale through his nose was like being in her ass crack again. In just one shred of fabric he had the fullest essence of her cunt and tail hole. He took a deep whiff. Sniiifffffffffffff. His eyes uncoupled in their sockets. His jaw was slack, loosened by his intoxication.

Curtis rolled her eyes. "On your feet, creep." She reached down and grabbed the collar of his hoodie. Once he was standing she yanked him around towards the kitchen and held him with one paw on the cuffs and the other on his hood. Her gun was still in its holster on the floor with her pants. Judging by her captive's submission, she wasn't going to need it. "Walk, dirtbag. We're going to the bedroom where we can make things right."

The thief sniffled. "Ma'am... Please... I learned my lesson. You don't gotta-"

She shoved him by the back of the neck, her fist still latched to the hood. "Shut the fuck up and move or I swear to God I'll smother you with my ass."

He sobbed quietly. "Yes ma'am..."

She marched him out of the kitchen and through the dining room. They came to a hallway where the bedrooms were. She brought him in front of one and shoved the door open. Inside was a twin bed draped with a brown comforter. They both entered. Curtis shut the door behind her. "Here's a good place. On the fucking bed. On your back. Run and you'll fucking rue it."

The thief did a quiet whimper as he trudged his way to the bed, his panty-masked face hung low under the weight of his shame. He plopped forward onto the mattress, squirmed to the center, then rolled onto his back. He looked up at her, bracing for her next move. His erection jutted against his sweatpants powerfully.

Curtis strode to the bed and scaled it with her feet. She stood with her feet apart, showing off a mighty gap between those almighty thighs. Her pussy sat between them, open and wet, emanating that feminine scent like she owned the place. Paws on her hips, she sneered at the criminal in front of her. "Fucking sorry, that's what you are. You know that?"

His lips crumpled. He nodded. "Yes ma'am..."

"Shut the fuck up." She looked at his bulge. "Got a little hard on, do we? Figures. Losers like you love it when you get put in your fucking place." She lifted her foot and placed it over his pole. Her bridge came perpendicular to his pole. She could feel the heat of it burning through the fabric. The thief wheezed. "Yeah. That's a hard on, alright. Like huffing my ass that much, eh?" Her foot came down so that her big toe was on his pecker. She traced it up and down his length while balancing on her other foot. The ball of her foot came down, squishing it into his thigh.

The thief's eyes rolled into his head. Stuttered gasps sucked into his maw, bringing with it the hot stench of her underwear. Shivers made his fur stand on ends. He felt his nipples grow hard on his chest. A single glob of precum stained the underwear that covered the head of his dick. "Oh God... Oh God..."

"What's that?" she asked. "You like that?"

He hesitated before biting his lip and nodding.

"Why am I not surprised?" She slid her foot off his dick and walked up the mattress towards his upper body. She towered over him, cunt hovering over his face. Her glowering visage peered over the precipice of her shirt-thinning tits. "Love my feet so much, eh?" She brought her foot and planted it on his face. "Lick it, dirtbag."

Her sole was soft and pudgy. It landed right on his cheek, flattening it and stretching the panties. The thief grimaced. Her foot, like her ass, was painted in hot, nose-cringing sweat. Lingering with the smell just as heavily was the stress and toil of standing in ill-fitting feet all day. Worse than the sweat, it permeated down into his throat and made him gag.

Still, he had orders to carry out. He twisted his head so that his mouth came beneath her foot. His lips puckered for a kiss. A sharp tickle bolted up her leg, perking her nipples and making her chirp. "Ooh-hoo~ That tickles. Keep doing that."

He did, pecking her arch until finally escalating to more licks. The soles were thick and padded, squishing around his tongue wherever he applied it. He slid it through every crack and crease so that no part went untasted. So coarse, so sweaty. It made his entire body buzz with a toxic mixture of thrill and disgust.

"Yeah, lick it up, pussy." Curtis lowered her foot and replaced it with the other. "Now this one."

He didn't hesitate. After a frantic barrage of kisses he let loose his tongue and lathered that foot too.

"Good job. Keep lickin'." Curtis began unbuttoning her police shirt. "Suck on the toes too while you're at it." While he gobbled on her piggies Curtis popped the hughes button and pulled the shirt down her arms, leaving her in a massive-cupped black bra. She took that off too and pulled her big toe from the thief's lips with an audible pop! With her titanic breasts hanging free she dangled the bra over his face and dropped it. His face disappeared behind a giant black hemisphere. "Chew on that, loser. Do me a favor and suck the sweat out."

The thief tried, but couldn't get a grip on it with his lips.

"Here. Let me help you." She put her foot on the other side of his body, straddling his shoulders. Her ass came down on his chest, squeezing the wind out of his lungs. She grabbed her bra and stuffed it in his mouth, gagging him.

"Ullph!" His cheeks puffed out and his jaw gaped. Smothering his tongue was a soggy breast cushion. Closing his mouth on it wrenched the sweat from its fabric, saturating his taste buds and bleeding down his throat. He was forced to breathe through his nose, a task made difficult by the goddess currently crushing his lungs.

Her paw was clamped over his mouth, holding the bra in place. That typical sneer of apathy stared down at him. "I oughta stuff your fucking nose too, dirtbag. Put you out of your fucking misery and do the world a favor. You want that?"

A tiny whimper echoed through the bra. The thief shook his head.

"No? Why shouldn't I?"

His speech was pretty articulate for a man gagging on some knocker lockers. "Ahlrrnndmurlsss-"

She yanked the bra out of his mouth? "What?"

He gasped. "Guhhhhhhh! I said I learned my lesson! I won't break in no homes ever again! I swear!"

"Oh yeah? And why should I believe you?"

The thief sobbed. "'Cause I got a family. I got mouths to feed. I can't die or go to jail. I can't let them starve." He looked up at her with pleading eyes, though he could not resist a few quick glances at the red hot cunt just inches in front of his face, plastered on his chest.

Curtis remained silent. "Alright," she said finally. "I believe you."

"Ohhhh..." sighed the thief. "Thank you, officer. Thank you so much."

"Ah ah ah," she tutted. "Your punishment isn't done. You ain't gettin' off that easily."

He gulped. "What do I gotta do?"

Curtis stood up. "Roll on your belly."

The thief was hesitant, but obeyed with some quick shuffles so that she saw his back. His paws remained cuffed to each other. The side of his face was flat on the bed. He looked up at her with a single, cautious yellow eye. Curtis bent over and grabbed his cuffs.

Click!

The thief gasped. Off was one cuff, then the other, finally freeing his arms. He tried moving them, but Curtis kept a tight grip on his forearms. "Not so fast," she grumbled. "Any sudden movements and you're dead. Got it?"

He remained still. "Yes ma'am."

"Alright. I'm letting go now." Her paws came off. He slowly slid his arms to his sides and brought them together beneath his abs. There he rubbed his wrists, feeling the deep impressions the cuffs had left behind. Any potential celebration was cut short by Curtis' voice. "On your back again, dirtbag."

The thief rolled over, his paws circled around his battered wrists.

"You still got a hard on down there. I bet you wanna do something about that, huh?"

He nodded. A flower of hope that she would make him cum blossomed in his chest.

It wilted almost immediately. "Yeah, I bet you do." Curtis turned around, showing him her ass. With no more warning she sat back down, reintroducing the inside of her crack to his face.

"Ummmmmmmm!" His entire head had disappeared under the crush of her cheeks. Her puckered tailhole was squashed across his nose, further staining it with that bodily stench. He grabbed onto her thighs, only to have them batted away.

"Hey! Don't fucking touch me, loser. Do that again and I'll rip your nuts off." She waggled her hips and grinded around his snout. "Get real comfy, nerd. I ain't leaving until you nut. Go ahead. Take those fucking sweats off and beat your dick. Huff my asshole while your at it for an added boost."

He didn't need to be told twice. His paws scrambled for his waistband and tore them down his thighs. Out flopped his penis, a dark gray pillar of dense man meat studded in barbs. He gripped it with one paw and jerked it violently. Strained groans sounded out from her bottom. "Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmmm..."

Curtis watched greedily while gently swirling har ass around. "Jerk that little dicklet, punk. Get it out. Don't forget to huff my asshole."

How could he? He deliberately drilled his nose into it, distending her ring of muscle and smothering himself with her inner heat. He sniffed so hard that his nostrils tooted. Sniiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffffffffff "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~" He sniffed again and again. His nose made circles around the rim of her hole, smearing it in her sweat. The pace of his paw went faster. His fingers sank into the flesh of his shaft, choking it. He felt his pleasure spiking. He huffed harder through a mouth gaped as wide as it would go. "Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!!!"

He came hard, launching a skinny rope of cum high into the air. It fell back down as a rain of sticky pearls that dotted his hoodie and lap. Curtis heard and felt a terrific grunt between her cheeks. "Hrrrmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn~!" He kept stroking hard, sending several more ropes of his seed into the air and staining more of his clothes.

Curtis was not impressed. "Yeah, that's what I thought, you fucking loser. Sheesh." She looked down her back where just the tips of his black cat ears poked out from between her butt. "Fucking knew you'd blow your load like a dweeb." She reached down and palmed his scalp. A sharp pull on his head and a few bounces smushed his face deeper into her crack. "Keep whiffin', fuck face. I ain't done with ya."

He obeyed fanatically, bursting his chest in a series of heavy gasps and sniffs. He was forced to stop when Curtis let go of his head and finally knelt upright. The thief's mouth was left wide open, still hoping to ingest more of that heavenly funk. Her panties were still clung to his face, now utterly drenched in both her perspiration and his spit, the latter of which glistened throughout her crevice. Stars danced in his eyes. Pure bliss radiated across his loins. The taste of her asshole thrummed in his mouth. He was in heaven.

He was allowed one last look at her glorious caboose before she stood up and turned around. She struck him with that menacing scowl. Her arms were crossed in front of her breasts. "I hope you've learned your lesson, freak. If I ever catch you doing something like this ever again I swear I'll gun you down next time. Do you understand me?"

The thief was stupefied. His yellow eyes gazed at her in wonder through the gaps in her panties. He nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now give me those." She bent over and ripped her underwear from around his head. When she stood up and saw how ruined they were she grimaced. "You know what? Keep 'em. Let it be a reminder not to fuck with me or the law." She bent over and dangled the panties over his face. "Say 'aah'"

He opened his mouth. "Ah."

She stuffed his face full of undergarments. Immediately he closed his eyes and suckled on it. Curtis rolled her eyes and groaned. "Fucking loser."

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Travis sat at the dining table in front of a bowl of Cheerios. After a long hot shower he put on a loose white T-shirt and a different pair of sweatpants. His paw was on the spoon, dipping it into the milky soup. Since he'd poured it, he'd only taken a few bites. Eating was... difficult. His face was still numb from the shock of being sat on. Opening his jaw felt stiff and awkward. A rather raunchy taste sat in the back of his throat even after he had brushed his teeth and gargled some mouthwash. The cereal simply didn't taste right. Swallowing was a harsh reminder of what had been forced on him and what he had been forced to do.

Then he felt the muzzle of a gun being shoved into the back of his head.

"Don't move, punk," growled a familiar voice accompanied by the click of a hammer being pulled.

Travis lifted his paws into the air.

He heard a giggle. The gun was lowered. "How are you feeling?" Farrah asked, stepping from behind him and coming into view next to the table. She was in a large sweatshirt and sweatpants. A gym bag was slung over her shoulder with her sweaty police uniform inside. The toy gun was in her paw. With her enormous, thick glasses back on her face and blowing up her lavender eyes she no longer had to squint.

Travis smiled. "I'm good. Face is a little sore." He chopped his lips and flashed a toothy smile that stood in great contrast to his black face. "I can still taste your ass in my throat."

Farrah laughed. "Awwwwwww, poor baby." She grabbed his head, lightly this time, and kissed his temple. "Hope it adds flavor to your Cheerios."

"Yeah, a little too much flavor, maybe."

"Oh, hush. You love it."

"Just a little," he said, recalling how pathetic his moans had sounded when muffled between her ass cheeks. "Can I get you anything?"

"Nope!" She patted her gym bag. "I was gonna head out now if you didn't have anything else for me to do."

He shook his head. "Nah. Go ahead."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Don't worry." He reached into his pocket and pulled out her withered panties. "I got a souvenir to remember you by."

Farrah scoffed. "Pfffff. Nice." She turned around and headed for the front door. Her pink wormtail swooped out behind her. "See ya later! Call me whenever you wanna have fun again."

"Yeah!" Travis slid her panties back into his pocket. His penis was at half mast, slung to the side where he rubbed it through the fabric. He watched her ass bounce as she walked out of his kitchen. "I think I will."

THE END