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I came up with the idea the other day while I was pretty sick, up all night and on sleeping meds but still couldn't sleep. So In my slightly delusional state I wrote up a few pages of what was a good thought, but altogether poorly written. I asked somebody to take a look at it, while I was still tired (not realizing it was riddled with mistakes.) So thanks to that awesome fur for helping me out. I didn't feel like thinking up another character and figured with my idea for the story Jake from my previous stories fits well into the situation. So, here's the new story. Comments/Criticism always wanted and appreciated. Enjoy :D

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My name's Jake. I'm about to be a freshman in college and I've been living a pretty normal life. Divorced parents, big house, nice car, good college. That ideal kinda stuff. Well, the other week I got arrested for something I didn't do. I'm gonna let you guys in on the story, even though I'm not too much of a fan of it this is the internet and it's not like anybody reads this stuff anyways. It'll pick up from when I started talking to the detective, because I hate telling the same story twice.

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Well detective, since you're asking and I'm an honest fur I'll tell you the truth from start to finish so I hope the boys outside have their mics ready--

My ears perked up. Since I'm a wolf, I've never had any trouble listening to the things going on around me, but this time was different. I was having a hard time listening to the argument from my bench around the corner. The voices were muffled, but angry. I didn't give a shit though. I was texting and enjoying my Monday Starbucks. Ask my friends, that's the worst time to ask me to do anything because I'll usually ignore it. I started scrolling through my emails afterwards. Nothing but spam and junk.

So I took another sip. And-

*POP* *POP* *POP*

"CHRIST! DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

It came from the area of the nearby arguing. Then I heard the sound of footsteps running in my direction. It took me a moment to gather myself, but I stood and prepared myself for whatever was coming since it was only a moment away. To my surprise, it was another white wolf, similar looking to me in his own right. We were even wearing similar clothing. Jeans with holes and a black jacket. Except his looked worn down and dirty, and mine are made this way. So I guess he was rough around the edges. Anyways, he's running with this brown paper bag in his glove covered paw. I didn't see any tattoos, but he did have a scar where no fur was on his right arm around the upper part. But I'm getting off track.

This wolf running holding a brown sack. He throws the sack at me and with a rough voice says, "Think fast bro!" I catch it, without thinking twice. He continues running. I put my drink down, sat and decide to fish out the contents of the bag. I reached in and pulled out a large wad of money, and a gun. Looked like a nine or something. I'm not sure, I've played COD and that's the extent of my gun knowledge.

I realized why he was wearing gloves and why he tossed me the money and the gun. And then the panic kinda set in. There's my paw prints all over what I figured was a murder weapon along with a sum of money. And I heard police sirens heading in my direction, every second the sound closing in. And I said fuck it, and decided I was gonna try my luck at high tailing it outta there.

I jumped up and started hauling ass towards my car, about a half mile away. When I came out of the alley, I looked to my left and there was a police pig on the corner scanning the area. I kept running and heard the pig yell "HEY! YOU!" I didn't think twice and I bolted across the street, jumped a fence and some bushes. I saw my car and ran for it. I made it across the parking lot in record time and turned my Mustang on and shifted it into first after turning the traction system off. I spun tire outta there and left a cloud of smoke to make sure people could hear and see me so people would stay outta my way.

I hauled to the nearest dumpster a few streets over behind a restaurant, Chili's. Tell your boys they can find the bag there behind the dumpster against the fence... I over threw it. But figured it didn't matter since you guys didn't have my prints yet, just meant I'd have to be extra careful in life and I quickly decided I was okay with that.

I pulled back onto the road and made it to the highway. I booked it and capped the car at about 100 when I saw the first policecar getting onto the highway. I knew I was faster than that slow one so I sped up and in no time I was going past the 140 on the speedometer when I flew by a state trooper already in motion. I decided I didn't feel like risking wrecking my baby so I pulled over and sat in my car, mass texting my favorites on my contacts list. Letting everybody know I was being arrested for a murder I didn't commit.

The deer officer got to my window as I watched the replies flood in. His gun drawn screaming ,"GET OUT OF THE CAR. GET DOWN ON THE GROUND." The other cop caught up and pointed his gun at me after getting out of my car. I stepped out, I was feeling a little lightheaded. I remember my knees shook and buckled. My head hurts so I guess I hit the ground. Now I'm here.

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Detective Walker eyes me up and down. He believes me or at least appears to. Thank god. Hopefully this'll keep me from having to go to jail and they'll let me stay up here. He gives a toothy lion smirk, then gives me a stern look and starts speaking. "Well. I believe your story, but I'll believe it more after we find the bag. If it's free of all prints but yours, seeing as how you lack a gun and with your background, assuming you can pass a drug test- since that is what the murder was about, your story will probably stick in court. For now, we have to put you in jail since you're of legal age. My men are looking around the area for similar wolves and witnesses. You should be out on bond, since from what I've seen I think your parents can afford it."

I guess he was talking about my clothes and car. Whatever. Fuck. Well... hopefully the things they say aren't true. I looked listlessly away at the windows and longed for some sort of lifesaver but nothing happened. They led me out of the interrogation room and booked me. I left a voicemail on my mom's phone... She wouldn't be getting this 'til the next morning knowing her. Fucking thing must be off as usual. Endless list of felonies potentially on my record. But that's the least of my worries now. I'm a pretty big wolf, I work out, I should be good right?

I'm being escorted by a couple cops to my cell. Walking by each cell, looking at these massive, hulking, hunks of men I start to get nervous. Fuck. We finally stop at what I guess is my cell. I look inside. Fuck. There's a shirtless brown stallion sitting in there. Lifting a paw weight. Muscles bulging as each arm goes up and down. I admit, I was locked in a trance for a second there watching it go up and down. The guy was hot, a little sweaty, and under any other circumstance if I was the kinda guy to take it in the ass he'd definitely make the list of guys I'd fuck. But that's off topic.

They let me in the cell and the pig said. "Don't have too much fun kid." Then he locked it and walked away. Fat fucking bastard. He's lucky I only like lean meats. I turned around to face my room mate and the mild scowl left by the pigs remarks removed itself when I saw the hunky horse staring me down. He opened his muzzle and started speaking in a deep, gruff voice.

"They call me Stone. Don't ask why, I doubt you'd even wanna know. The fuck is a kid like you doing in a place like this?"

I responded quickly, with a nervous look on my face. "They... They think I might be involved in a murder." I was so rattled, I could feel sweat collecting in the nooks and crannies of my furry white body, slowly beginning to collect against the prison shirt I'd been issued. He looked me up and down, probably laughing to his self about my visible nervousness. I'm guessing he thought I was thinking when is he gonna forcefully plow me, which probably made it easier on him. He finally said after a moment of awkward silence, "Well that's a bitch. But it's pretty late, and you look like you've had a long day. Why don't you come sit down and take a load off." Even though I knew what he meant, my mind shifted into the gutter and my cock began to stir.

With each step closer to the massive pony, I could get a deeper whiff of the strong smell of cheap bar soap, sweat, and musk. My heart was racing and my breathing was rapid, mirroring my nervous demeanor. I sat at the end of the bottom bunk, he moved closer to me. The scent got stronger, my cock stirred more. The moment was surreal, yet perfect in his own right. I felt like a nervous kid again preparing to fuck my best friend for the first time. I started feeling a bit lightheaded, and I guess the horse picked up on it. He put one large hand on my thigh, and whispered softly, "Just relax.", in a way that seemed too soft for his voice but too right for the moment.

I gritted my teeth as he stood and took his pants off. A long fat horse cock flopped out, and in true stallion fashion it was easily as long as my big one is hard in its semi flaccid state. Fuck. I knew what was coming so I started to turn over, but he stopped me. Hand on shoulder, he leveled his cock with my face and said, "Suck it." Never one to disobey or disappoint people in power, I dove down on the massive equine cock.

I grabbed the horses side with my paw, and brought him closer to me. With my other paw, I grabbed the large hanging sack with two large egg shaped orbs moving back and forth from the shifted weight. I rolled them around in my paw and played with them while starting to put the fat tool in my gaping maw. My tongue rolled over the underside, causing Stone to let out a soft neigh. I dover deeper on it, starting to make the lengthy cock disappear, tongue still working as much as it could with the little space left. Another neigh came out as my lips neared, but didn't reach the base.

I'd gone as far down as I could without choking and started to come back up for air. I was expecting forceful hands to push me down, but nothing happened. I guess he didn't want to cause me any more discomfort for (what he probably guessed) was a straight wolf. But I've been around, and I was hoping he'd realize that with the way I was working his cock. Or maybe he just knew there was no going that far down without extensive previous experience, a ton of force, or no gag reflex.

I started tweaking his nipples while running my other paw around his inner thighs, still brushing the heavy sack with the back of my paw. My tongue was moving around the head and I heard another soft neigh, and could feel the horse's muscles tense a bit as his cock jerked in my mouth a bit more. I kept teasing the top of the head with my tongue while working the balls now. I dove down onto the cock, and finally reached the base sending the packing pony over the edge.

With a loud neigh and a jerk, the horse sent wave after wave of surprisingly sweet semen was spurting out of the massive cock and I was having a hard time keeping up. Cum dribbled out of the sides of my mouth and down my lips after the cock stopped spitting the sticky goo. He licked the remainder I couldn't reach up after he caught his breath. Then he looked at me and said, "Now for the good part."

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There will be more. I've already started on the next part. If you guys think this is good, I'll release the rest and hopefully it'll be up to part with this one, or maybe even better :D

Oh, and I've been having issues with the submit process. Hopefully it came out okay this time around.