The Will to Survive
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This story contains fuckery. Your laws are not my responsibility.
I hope you enjoy this rework of one of my very first short stories!
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Officer Anastasia Morrown smiled as the sun's rays poured through her bedroom window, playing off of her chestnut fur with a warm glow. She admired herself in the mirror, tracing a hand over her equine features with a feeling of satisfaction. It wasn't every day she'd had a little bit of extra time to drag before work, and she wasn't about to spoil the occasion by hurrying.
The clydesdale mare studied herself for a few more moments, stopping only to brush her mane and make sure that her ID tags were tucked securely into her bra. The body armor came next, sliding over her prominent feminine features with relative ease, followed shortly after by the familiar comfort of her uniform. Anastasia's hands moved from the buttons of the top to her badge, turning it over in her hands before attaching it in place over her heart. The silver shield held a special place for her, just as it did for her mother and father. The responsibility for policing the streets of the capital had always rested on the shoulders of her family
As she finished up, the clock in the living room chimed the hour.
Her cruiser sat running in the driveway, idle fluctuating to keep up with the power demand of the electronic equipment throughout the vehicle as it waited. As she walked out to it in the already sticky morning air, she noticed another cruiser heading down the street. The black and white slid to a stop in front of her house, brake rotors squeaking in the way vehicles in heavy service usually did. She recognized the officer immediately by the odd paint pattern of his fur and the body language associated with it. It also didn't help that he was short.
His name was Morgan Mills, a particularly high strung shetland stallion that was almost a full foot shorter than the mare. Anastasia had grown into one of his good friends, and as a result he always swung by at the start of the shift as he headed in. He had a reputation for being extremely hyper, but was one of those individuals that make work interesting to all parties involved.
"Stasia, you're late!" He yelled out the window at her, pointing with an outstretched hand and shaking his head in a scolding manner.
"You can barely see over the steering wheel, how do you expect me to believe that you can see the clock?"
"I'm wearing a watch, and it says you're late."
"Not if I can help it." She answered, throwing her duty bag in next to her and slamming the door closed. A quick shift from park and a tap of the gas sent the black and white backwards onto the street, cutting Morgan off and accelerating through the neighborhood. She came to a quick stop at the stop sign before taking off out of the neighborhood. The female gunned the gas, listening to the V8 under the hood scream at full throttle as she accelerated up to the speed limit.
Even after a minute, she still didn't see Mills behind her, so the mare pulled the Crown Victoria into a gas station farther down the road and turned around, facing out towards the exit. Mills pulled in about thirty seconds later, stopped next to her, and gave smiling thumbs up.
"Who's late now?" Anastasia teased him, at the same time hitting the Available button on her laptop.
"Want me to stick around?" Mills asked over the noise of the two cars, shifting his computer into a more comfortable position as he looked at his timepiece. Though the two started their beat at the same time, Morgan often worked a protection detail for the first two hours. It was only on odd days like today that he didn't.
"Sure; coffee?"
"I'm game."
Stasia turned off her cruiser and stepped out, locking the vehicle up before closing the door and going over to Morgan's vehicle. The stallion stepped out, his well-kept uniform accentuated a just as well kempt body, with muscles toned from many days and nights of hard exercise. All of his features were enough to make any female bow over and open themselves to him, and Officer Morrown was no exception to this fact.
The two officers walked into the gas station, moving quickly to the festively decorated coffee machine, quickly securing cups and dispensing the steaming beverage.
"You looking to work some overtime for the festival?" Morgan asked, adding an excessive amount of sugar to his brew and taking a sip to ensure that it was the correct mixture.
"I'm already on the schedule for day shift, but I'm staying along for night shift if you're working. I'll be on sixteen."
"Hell yes I'm working, this year's turnout is going to be insane. Not to mention some cute vixens running around, you know I'm all over that." Morgan said, putting on his best fox impression and throwing a wink in that direction. Anastasia only rolled her eyes in response.
"Anything interesting going on this morning?" She asked, paying the storekeeper for both of them and walking into the parking lot. Rush hour was starting, and the amount of horns that could already be heard attested to this fact as the two officers watched.
"Not yet, but I'm sure we're about to have some fun. The day before the festival is always fun." He laughed, walking back to his car at Anastasia's side. She unlocked her door, setting the cup on top of the vehicle as she fumbled with something in her pocket.
"Let's cruise."
The two police officers left the parking lot a few moments later, mixing in with the heavy amount of traffic pouring into the downtown area. Their presence kept everything pretty placid, and it remained that way until traffic slowed to a stop due to a small fender bender at the front of the pack. Anastasia glanced back in her rearview, laughing as Morgan made a face at her through his windshield. Traffic began to move slowly as they found a route around, much to everyone's relief. Officer Morrown glanced down at her radio as it made an incomprehensible noise, taking her eyes off the road for only a second. She jumped and hit her head on the Crown Victoria's roof as an SUV blew past her in the breakdown lane, not realizing that two police officers were also stuck in traffic.
She saw Morgan throw his hands up in confusion as he followed her, cutting right of the line of traffic. The mare turned her wheel and gunned it, accelerating down the breakdown lane and hitting her lights and siren. The driver of the SUV looked behind him, swearing as the two police cars nabbed him. Unfortunately, he never had time to see the truck that was pulled to the shoulder and he rammed it at around fifteen per hour.
"Good job, dumbass." Anastasia commented as she got out of her car to make sure everyone was alright. She threw a quick look back to Morgan, who was having a hard time suppressing his laughter.
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"You know that domestic we responded to the other day?"
"With the mom and son?"
"Yeah, well, happened went out there again last night. The son got a hold of the mother and sent her to the hospital. Got a few good hits on me before I could get him down." Mills said tiredly, propping his head in his hands and resting his arm on the window of the patrol car.
"It just never stops I suppose. There is always someone to take a dirtbag's place. " She answered, throwing her left hand up to rub her forehead in exhaustion. The day had been pretty peaceful, two lock outs, a fender bender, and five warnings for speed taking up most of their time. Stasia and Morgan had ridden together for the latter half, given the slow nature of this particular day. It was half because they were bored, and half because it gave them an excuse to spend a little bit more time with each other. Though, neither of them would admit that that was the case.
"I love how the streets are deserted right before the festival, it isn't often that kind of things happens."
They were sitting in an emergency turnaround on the far side of the normally busy Duena corridor, watching a whole lot of nothing happening in front of them. Of course, it wasn't long before a car approached them in the northbound lane well in excess of the 70 mile per hour speed limit.
"He's cookin'." Morgan said, looking to Stasia for a confirming nod.
Both equines reached for the radar control velcroed to the center console, hands meeting directly over it. They looked at each other and smiled, pressing the instant on button with their hands entwined. The Doppler radar unit squealed a high tone, and the speed indicator flashed at 100.
"There we go." She said, throwing the patrol car in drive just as the import flew past, realizing what he did when it was too late. The red of brake lights pierced the dusk, but quickly shut off as the driver gunned it in an attempt to get away from the patrol car. Anastasia and Morgan were at a disadvantage, having to catch him from a complete stop, but they had nothing but open highway and plenty of room. Stasia hit the gas, spinning the rear of the car on the gravel and shooting onto the road at a ninety degree angle, hitting the V8's throttle even harder and listening to the motor roar and the front end rise from acceleration. Morgan hit the lights and siren, windows going up almost seconds afterward to block out the high-intensity noise. The stallion called up on the radio and advised command of their position. His demeanor went south when informed that the nearest backup was fifteen minutes away.
"We're on our own Stasia." He yelled over the noise of the patrol car and siren, keeping an eye on the road for her. The stallion was looking for that one unexpected variable that always seemed to show up in times like this.
"Figures!" She yelled, gunning the engine even more, passing 130 miles per hour. The Civic was growing closer and closer, single occupant moving frantically inside. The vehicle dodged around a car that was maintaining his lane, with Anastasia following close behind, now extremely close to the vehicle. She was forced to reduce her speed with a quick maneuver around a large chunk of rubber.
"Pull it over man, you're going to kill someone!" Morgan yelled over the PA, trying to coax the driver into submission. The driver, obviously confident that his vehicle and driving ability could outdo these particular police officers, shot them the universal one finger of contempt and downshifted. The loud exhaust on the suspect vehicle rattled as the vehicle began to pick up speed. Just as suddenly as he accelerated, the driver slammed on his brakes, a move that Anastasia had been half anticipating from her many hours of pursuit training. The Crown Victoria's modified brakes handled the deceleration better than the suspect's vehicle, and a collision was avoided on the nearly empty highway.
"This is your last chance to pull it over." Morgan threatened, knowing that Officer Morrown had a self made rule about high speed break checks that complimented her equally self made temper. The suspect made his second bad decision for the night when he answered with another hard break.
"I warned you." Morgan said over the loudspeaker, but was drowned out by the suspect's exhaust as yet another burst of acceleration was poured on. Anastasia temporarily gave the suspect a little room, but now his smaller car had lost its advantage in maneuverability. She gunned the gas, V8 tearing up the highway faster than the Civic could ever dream. Anastasia pushed her booted hoof into the gas even farther, ramming her 4600 pound monster into the suspect's rear bumper, almost sending him into a fishtail. She backed off and rammed him again, giving the vehicle another double digit love tap.
"I smell rubber, Stasia!" Morgan yelled as the pungent odor of burning tire hit his nostrils, followed by a shower of debris that bounced off of the cruiser's windshield. Their speed was cut in half almost immediately. It began dropping even more as the bare metal of the import's front rim sent a shower of orange sparks shooting into the night sky.
When the suspect switched lanes, she gunned it again and came alongside, caught the left rear fender with her push bars, and sent it into a spin across three lanes of empty highway. The mare locked up the cruiser's brakes, feeling the vibration from the ABS as smoke covered the highway. She watched the civic careen in front of her, coming to a stop in a ditch off to the side of the freeway.
"Hands up!" Stasia yelled as she dove from her car, Glock 21 in hand and tactical flashlight cutting through the dust. Morgan was right alongside her, gloved hands pulling his Asp from its holster and flicking it open in one smooth movement, bringing it up to answer any threat that may present itself. The mare ran to the driver's side, trying to pull open the driver's door only to discover it locked.
"Open the damn door! She yelled, pulling her own Asp and extending it. The metal baton found its way shortly thereafter into the suspect's driver side window, shattering it and raining safety glass across the inside of the car. Morgan was right behind her, ripping the door open and pulling the suspect, a teenage male fox, from the vehicle. The smaller stallion heeded as Anastasia pinned the driver to the ground, handcuffing him. The fox didn't say a word, just kept his face buried in the grass on the side of the road as the pair waited for the wagon. It wasn't long before the Civic was towed from the scene, and the officers could finally clear. They headed back into the city, glad to finally be heading home, and not a moment too soon. Although, they were still in a foul mood about the extra paperwork that the chase promised them for the next hour, the satisfaction of taking yet another punk off the street was worth it. However, three ounces of weed is barely a reason to run from them.
"Sad part is, he'll be out in a few days anyway." Morgan laughed, distaste for light sentencing showing through his tired face.
"Eh, I wouldn't worry about it. We'll just chase him again. It'll be right after I wash my fucking crusier." She laughed, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. Morgan grabbed it in mock pain, dramatically playing out the injury. He had noticed all of the dust and rubber chunks that had covered the outside of her once immaculate car, but he didn't want to rub it in.
"I don't want to drive all the way home tonight after all this crap, since I'll be in for the commemoration early tomorrow." Morgan complained, scanning through his cell phone out of nothing other than boredom.
"You can crash at my place, I have a spare bed." Anastasia blurted out, since she knew his hour and a half drive was not something that one wanted to do when an early arrival time was needed.
"Okay, I'll just take my cruiser and leave it there. I have spare clothes in the trunk."
"I'll cook us something for dinner." Stasia though, no longer exhausted, but alive with a new energy that she didn't quite understand. It'd be nice to have the stu...stallion over for the evening.
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"Freakin' a Stasia, you are a fine cook." Morgan said as he scooped the last of the chicken salad out of his bowl. The stallion had eaten everything that Anastasia had put in front of him, satisfying every craving that his stomach had been complaining about. The two had enjoyed a relaxing evening, doing some light physical training at the department gym before returning home to Anastasia's house. The stress of the chase was gone, left at work. Now, it was time to play.
Morgan set his fork down, grabbing the napkin and wiping his mouth free of food crumbs. He watched Anastasia as she danced back and forth, humming a soft tune while cleaning up the dinner dishes. He was intrigued, watching the way the mare swung her hips to the beat in her head. A tail tie secured her tail in the rear, and also served to make Morgan look twice.
"Make yourself at home while I clean up." She said, motioning him towards the direction of the living room. The male got up, walking towards the door of the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" He asked, only to be shooed out of the kitchen in a forceful manner. He had no choice but to flee the female.
Morgan entered her den, taking in the sweet smell of the wood in which her house was constructed. The stallion studied the room's design, noticing the unique hardwood flooring in particular, followed by the appropriate choice of country style decorations. Her television was a decent size flat screen, with a rack of DVDs taking up the wall alongside with a dazzling array of films. He ran his hands over the mantle of her fireplace, admiring the masonry that was in place there. Pictures of her family decorated most of the space, topped only by a twelve gauge shotgun hanging over the mantle.
On a less-visible section of the wall, one of the pictures in particular caught his attention, jumping out from the as if it were aflame. Anastasia had her arms wrapped around his neck, gleeful expression on her face as they dodged water balloons at the department picnic six months prior. His hands were pressed against her chest, almost in a sensual pose as he picked her up. The image brought butterflies to the stallion's stomach, and he smiled as he imagined Stasia cradled in his arms, just as he had so many nights before. The picture next to it was of him, frozen in midair while attempting to catch a Frisbee.
"That's a good one, isn't it?" She spoke softly from across the room, nearly causing Morgan to jump in fright. He had been forcibly jerked out of a rather pleasant daydream. The male didn't know what to say, it was as if he had been caught with his hand someplace it wasn't supposed to be.
"It is. I remember when you took it." He responded, making eye contact with her, smiling softly and filling the female with a warm feeling.
"I'm glad I can spend the night with you."
Now or never... He thought, acting on his feelings rather than on any rational thought. He moved in on her, breaking her personal space and wrapping his arms around the bigger female's waist, pressing his muzzle against hers. He held her in a deep, passionate kiss, at first feeling the resistance of surprise, but feeling it almost instantly disappear as she let him take control. Her
arms came up over his neck, pulling him closer into her. They stayed in each other's arms, enjoying the moment that they had both anticipated for the longest time.
"I had better get to sleep Stasia. Do you have a pillow and blanket I can use?" Morgan asked after the kiss concluded, feeling that he may have gone too far with that last move. His embarrassment was definitely visible, and he was sure she could read it on his face.
"You don't have to sleep out here, you know." The mare responded, pulling lightly on his arm as she headed towards her bedroom. The pair flopped on the bed a moment later, already in the throes of unbridled passion that neither of them would be able to escape.
Anastasia pulled Morgan's shirt over his head, tracing lines through the stallion's soft painted belly fur with her gentle hands. His muscles were solid, putting on a good show for the female as she worked her own shirt over her head. It came off with ease, followed by the stretchy sports bra that the she preferred. She pressed her chest against him, clutching his head in her hands and holding him in a kissing embrace. The mare was anxious, having always wanted to get this stallion in her bed since the day she met him.
The mare worked her way down, breathing warm air down Morgan's chest, sending a chill up his spine. She got to his uniform pants and paused, unbuckling his belt and all but ripped the restricting cloth away. She could make out the telltale bulge of Morgan's sheath underneath his tight underwear, driving her absolutely insane with lust. One hand went to his crotch, massaging the bulge while the other wrapped around his neck. Stasia kissed him once again, slipping her hand down his pants as she straddled him. The mare felt his manhood as it came out of its hiding place, slipping out of his underwear in her grip. She retreated from his face, glancing at his cute pink length as she massaged it with skilled hands. He was no draft stallion, but the Shetland was still more than capable of pleasing her with his endowment.
"God!" Morgan shook out as the mare caressed the base of his cock with both hands, hitting on all the right spots where she knew he was the most sensitive. He shuttered as Stasia reached around and grabbed the base of his tail, rubbing his cock even faster at the base. She pulled lightly, causing Morgan to arch his back in pleasure. She felt his pulse quickening through his organ, and slowed down, so as not to push him over the edge quite yet. Instead, Anastasia took him into her mouth, causing the male to gasp as the warmth enveloped his length.
She used her tongue mercilessly, giving him the full treatment. She enjoyed his sweet taste, relishing it more than any she had ever had before. Anastasia thrust her head down, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage, keeping up the motions of her soft hands around his hilt. The mare increased her pace, sucking as if her life depended on it. Morgan moaned aloud, a sound that made Stasia smile. Hearing him in pleasure served only to turn her on even more.
"Get in me now!" She commanded, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. He pulled her exercise shorts down to her ankles, which she promptly kicked off and out of the way. Her panties came next, already moist from her excitement. He knelt down in front of her, lightly suckling her nipples. The stallion held her as tight as possible, enjoying the feeling of her body spasming with each little nibble and lick that he delivered. Morgan lightly kissed down her muscular stomach, getting closer and closer to his target between her legs. His torture was cruel, with little pecks all around her moist sex, doing a ridiculous amount of tickling but not striking home. He wasn't about to let her get away without a little tongue action of his own.
"Damnit!" She yelled, grabbing his head in her hands and thrusting it between her legs. Morgan knew just where to hit her, and his skilled tongue buried itself in her depths. Anastasia shuddered in pleasure, letting out a surprised peep as he struck yet another sensitive spot. The Shetland ran his tongue along the entire length of her slit, forcing a startled gasp from the mare as she thrust on his tongue. Morgan increased his speed, grabbing Anastasia around her hips and pinning her down to the bed.
Just before she came, he lifted up with his legs, slamming the female down onto the bed with all of his bodyweight. The stallion's hands shot to her sides, launching a furious tickling assault that left the mare gasping for breath. He used the distraction to bring his manhood up to her entrance, and as soon as he stopped tickling, pressed into her.
"You suck!" She half-laughed, half-gasped as he invited himself in, feeling the female squirm beneath him. She shifted her weight, trying to get more comfortable as Morgan's endowment filled her up. Anastasia had been with many animals, bulls, foxes, raccoons, and a few others, but none of them had been able to fill her up like Morgan did, with every inch of her designed to take every inch of him.
He smiled, kissing her once more as he pushed himself into her tight sex. She squirmed once again, running a hand down between her legs in an effort to spread her lips even further. Stasia cried out in as he continued, feeling her sex squeeze in on him even tighter. The mare did it as a reflex, and her well developed muscles weren't sparing him at all. He hilted inside her, still amazed that he was doing this to one of his best friends and she actually wanted it.
Anastasia brought both hands up, putting them on Morgan's muscled rear end and moving with him as he began to thrust within her. The mare enjoyed feeling his body move as he ran himself in and out of her, from the flicking of his tail to the rippling of his skin with even the slightest touch.
"Damn Morgan, you feel so good!" She gasped, throwing her head back, leaving an opening for the stallion. He laughed and lay himself down on her, giving her neck a rough nibble. The stallion reached under her, grabbing the base of her tied tail and pulling, putting a firm pressure that drove the mare nearly to the point of crying out.
He kept it up, increasing his thrusts as the female became louder and louder. Morgan abandoned her tail, putting his hands on either side of her crotch. He put his bodyweight there, applying more force than Anastasia's muscles could manage. The female couldn't handle the sudden flood of pleasure, and an explosive orgasm rocked her frame. She flexed instinctively, caressing her stallion's cock in more ways than even she thought imaginable.
Morgan followed soon behind, collapsing on her as his own orgasm filled her with hot stallion seed. Anastasia felt the warmth filling inside her, and the mare relaxed into her mattress. She was sweating heavily, as was her stud as he lay next to her.
They both basked in the afterglow, kissing each other lightly. It wasn't long before they were asleep in each other's arms.
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"In commemoration of the Victory over the Secretariat States and the establishment of the Crown Republic, let the celebration begin!" The loudspeakers throughout Capital square boomed, bringing an official start to the massive street party that was Commemoration Day. Anastasia and Morgan walked through the streets, laughing and having a good time. Trouble wasn't showing its face so far, and the two officers were happy for that fact, since they liked talking to the people that had come to their city to enjoy the festivities. The events of the previous night left the pair giddy, and they showed it with every step. The two danced and joked, giving off a positive energy that everyone around them enjoyed.
"Officer Morrown, I will be right back." Morgan called as he walked an elderly civilian towards the building that she had been looking for all afternoon. Anastasia watched him as he walked, cleanly pressed uniform standing out from the crowd as he joked with the woman, turning up his legendary charm to the point that it was ridiculous. After insuring that she made it their safely, and earning a kiss on the cheek in return, he started on his way back towards her.
"You don't have to tell me how much of a player I am." He said, slinking back next to her.
"Yeah, right." She answered back, walking with him as he twirled his nightstick in hand. Every time she looked at him she melted, wanting to feel the stallion within her once again. Last night had been absolutely amazing, and the female wanted more...
_ To be continued?_