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Brian slowly regained consciousness; his eyelids crusted together, his brain a blank. Aware only that he was lying on his stomach and that his head throbbed agonizingly, he tried to move his body. He couldn't even move his paws from above his head. His mind cleared as he tried to think where he was and how he got here.

Even what day it was would be a start.

Memories started to return bit by bit, playing in his head like movie clips that starred someone else.

First to come was a painful recollection of a sales presentation he had given to the last customer of the week. So much work had gone into that and it had all sounded so promising. But the customer refused to bite and despite Brian's best efforts the sale had fallen through.

Damn, he hoped that meant today was Saturday but he still wasn't sure.

No sooner had he despondently climbed into his car than the heavens opened in reflection of his mood. The torrent seemed never-ending and the heavy black clouds brought night early. The customer had been way out in the boonies, seemingly miles and miles from civilisation and decent roads. Regardless he set off for home through the gloom - before long, hopelessly lost on the unfamiliar roads once his sat nav had given up the ghost and died.

Hungry and struggling to see where he was going, welcoming lights had appeared out of the gloom. As he entered the outskirts of a small town, the flashing neon sign of a bar called to him and he parked outside, sighing as he pulled on the parking brake.

Steeling himself he dashed from the car and through the door before he got too wet. Once he reached sanctuary he shook himself free of water and perched himself on a barstool.

Suddenly uncomfortable and aware of the silence he glanced round the room.

Various groups of furs were dotted round the room and every one of them had their eyes fixed on Brian. After an uncomfortable silence the burble of conversation returned and he was ignored once more. Brian nodded to the barman.

"Beer and bourbon chaser, please," he asked, holding out a twenty to the scrawny coyote. "Don't suppose you do food here, do you?"

"Chilli," the coyote grunted putting two glasses on the counter in front of him, taking the bill in return. "Want some?"

"Sure," Brian replied, his growling stomach winning out over caution.

Taking hold of the glasses Brian dropped the shot glass of bourbon into his beer and downed the lot in one, the faint buzz lifting a little of his depression. The vibration on his thigh made him reach for his phone, standing slightly to rummage into his pocket.

"Hello?"

"Brian? Where the hell are you?" snapped a tinny voice.

"Sorry babe, the weather is awful here, I had to stop to let it clear up. I won't make it back in time to go out tonight."

"And you didn't think that you should call and let me know, just leave me sitting waiting for you again?" the voice snapped back. "Damn it Brian, you are in a bar aren't you? Don't deny it - I can hear it in the background. Just don't bother Brian, this is the last straw, we are through!"

He put the dead phone to his ear just to confirm that his mate had hung up before sadly returning it to his pocket. He waved a glass at the coyote.

"Same again."

A steaming bowl of chilli landed in front of him quickly followed by another pair of glasses. Brian ate quickly, partly so he didn't have to taste the dubious-looking food and partly because he was now so hungry he didn't care. Drinking more slowly to combat the heat in the chilli, the bowl and beer glass emptied at the same time quickly followed by the chaser to wash the taste away. He flashed the barman another twenty and magically more drinks sat in front of him.

"Keep 'em coming," Brian slurred.

As hard as he wracked his brain no further recollections were forthcoming

Prising his eyelids apart, he winced as eyelashes stuck in the crust and got pulled out. A gloomy blur greeted him, shapes looming out of a pulsing fog. As his eyes focussed, he looked at a blue plastic cover that had stored a lake of drool his muzzle now rested in.

Raising his head out of the puddle he smacked his lips and yawned, a bolt of pain flashing through his brain. Trying to move his body again he became aware that the reason he couldn't move his paws was because they were securely cuffed to the wall above him. As if that wasn't shock enough, he realised that he was naked apart from his jock strap.

"You are alive then fella? Was beginning to wonder," a deep voice drawled from somewhere out of sight.

With an extra effort Brian managed to pull himself towards the wall, his drool soaking into his chest fur as it slid through the puddle. Painfully turning himself onto his back he looked round at his environs. He was lying on a narrow bench, a thin plastic pad protecting him from the steel frame. The bench stood in the centre of a cell, thick bars ran from floor to ceiling along three walls with the solid wall that Brian was cuffed to making up the cell. The only light came through the barred window from a street lamp outside. In the gloom beyond the bars, a large shape lounged back in an office chair, a hat tipped down over its eyes and its hind-paws resting on top of a huge desk.

"Where am I?" Brian croaked, "and why am I tied up like this?"

"Can't you remember, boy?" the voice chuckled. "Don't surprise me much"

"I remember having food and a drink at the bar, but nothing after that"

The shape unfurled itself from the chair, hind-paws hitting the floor as it rose to full height and heavy steps thudded steadily across the room. A large stallion clothed in a beige uniform, a gold star pinned to his chest leaned against the bars. Tipping his Stetson back on his head, he looked at Brian with soft brown eyes. Brian's eyes widened at the size of the bay horse, he had to be well over seven feet tall and built, his uniform clinging to bulging muscles. Brian thought himself big; even compared to other Great Danes, he was tall and broad but the horse seemed to dwarf him.

"Well, I can't fill you in on all the details. I got a call to attend a ruckus at the bar. When I got there you were just driving off but you drove into a telegraph pole. Had to breathalyse you, needless to say you failed so had to bring you in 'til you sobered up. Got all violent on me so had to cuff you to the wall, then you puked everywhere and passed out. Had to strip you to get rid of the stink," the horse drawled softly.

Brian closed his eyes tight. "Fuck Fuck Fuck FUUUUCK. I am so dead," he thought to himself. No way would he keep his job after this one, not only had he wrecked his company car but was going to lose his licence for DUI. If he couldn't drive to his customers then he was finished.

"Y'all look pained, dawg," the horse nickered.

"Yeah well, you might as well leave me here and throw away the key. Once you have charged me over all that stuff, I will have nothing better to look forward to," Brian groaned.

"C'mon, won't be that bad."

"Worse probably, no licence equals no job equals no money, I will lose everything damn it. How could I have been so dumb?" Brian whimpered.

"Well, you gonna hav'ta face up to the consequences of your actions, mutt," the sheriff muttered unsympathetically before clomping back to his chair and settling +back down. "Get some sleep, too early to do the paperwork yet," he added before tipping his hat back over his eyes.

Before long the horse was snoring softly, leaving Brian alone with his thoughts of doom and poverty. Wondering how he could get himself out of his predicament, he was coming up empty. Tears of misery and frustration ran down his muzzle. Laying on his back staring at the ceiling eventually even his pounding head couldn't keep him awake.

A loud banging jolted Brian out of his slumber, his eyes flashing open and bile filled the back of his throat as pain lanced through his head. He squeezed them shut again as he fought to urge to puke, swallowing back on the impulse. Once he regained control, he cracked his eyes open again. The horse stood at the bars with a tin cup about to rattle it across the iron rods again.

"Time to wake up, dawg," he snorted. "Think you can manage coffee and keep it down?"

"Give it my best shot," Brian croaked.

"Just don't try anything dumb, dawg. Ain't nowhere to go from here."

The sheriff walked over to a stove in the corner of his office and lifted a pot from it, pouring steaming liquid into the cup. Returning to Brian's cell he rattled his keys, locating the one to the cell door. Opening it up, he stepped inside, locking it behind him before he unlocked the paw-cuffs from Brian's wrists and passed him the mug.

"Black and strong, best thing for you right now. Sip it slow ,pup, gonna be real hot."

Brian sat up on the bench, blushing slightly as, nearly naked, he sat in front of the imposing horse. Reaching out for the mug he cupped it in his paws feeling the heat spread through his paw pads as he blew on the steaming coffee. Inhaling the deep dark aroma he sighed softly before taking his first tentative sip, the bitter fluid stinging his parched throat as he swallowed.

"Ok dawg, listen up while I tell you how today is going to proceed. First up you finish that coffee and sober up a bit, then we will sit down and fill out the paperwork and get you charged with being drunk and disorderly, public affray and DUI. Get your mug shots done and your prints taken. This being the weekend I can't get you processed until Monday, so you will have to stay here in jail until then." The stallion droned on as Brian's ear drooped further with each charge he was facing, his future looking bleaker by the second.

"Is there any way to avoid all that sheriff, anything I could do to mitigate things?" Brian whined. "You know, community service or... or... something... Anything..." he trailed off weakly.

"Well, that sort of stuff would be up to the judge once you get into court on Monday. We tend to fast track things here so you won't be kept waiting around any longer than necessary" the horse ruminated, a sly grin across his muzzle. "But once I have done the paperwork it is out of my remit to change anything."

"Couldn't you have mercy on a guy that made one little mistake? I had just blown a major sales deal, been dumped by my mate. I just needed a little something to ease the pain, even if it was only for a short while."

"Finish your coffee pup while I go sort out the forms. And don't go getting any stupid ideas in that head of yours," the sheriff intoned.

Brian sat back on the bench, his back against the wall and his knees drawn up to his chest while he sipped the coffee miserably. The caffeine slowly worked its way into his system boosting his energy and clearing his head. Once he finished the drink, he set the cup on the floor and hugged his knees tight into his chest, his muzzle resting on top of them while he watched the cop sort out forms, opening and closing drawers until a stack of paperwork sat on the desk in front of him.

"See how much work you are creating for me, dawg? Just 'coz you felt sorry for yourself," the horse groused at him.

The door to the office opened and a small female prairie dog entered with a pile of clothes that she put on the desk in front of the sheriff.

"There ya go Ben, all clean like new," she squeaked before turning to leave.

"Thanks Martha, you are a sweetheart. Hope he appreciates it," the horse nickered at her retreating back before the door closed behind her. "That's your clothes, pup; better get yourself dressed so we can get on with it."

The stallion picked up the pile of clothes and let himself back into the cell putting the pile on the bench beside the hapless dog. Brian uncurled himself and went to sit up when the sheriff put a firm hand on his chest.

"You prepared to do anything pup?" he muttered quietly.

"Anything" Brian retorted, swallowing nervously.

"There might be something you can do for me, dawg. Might make me look more favourably on your situation."

"Anything," Brian repeated. "Just name it."

"Just so happens you have landed yourself in the archetypal one horse town. And I am that one horse, everyone else is a prairie dog like Martha there or scrawny 'yotes like the bar-keep. None of them can keep a big guy like me satisfied, takes a big guy to do that. You are a big guy, pup - if you get my drift."

The horse ran his hooved fingers through the brindle fur on Brian's chest pushing him back onto the bench.

"I 'm gonna go lock the door there so we don't get disturbed. You choose dawg, if you are dressed when I get back then I will assume you don't want to take up my offer." He ran his fingers down Brian's torso, the skin quivering under them, brushing them over Brian's bulging jock-strap. "On the other hand if this has gone when I return then will take it you wanna go for it."

Brian watched the horse walk away from him, noticing the muscles in his back flexing under his shirt as he moved; his long tail swishing from side to side with each step. He thought for a few brief moments and couldn't think of a down-side to what the stallion had proposed; sliding his paws under the waistband of his jockstrap, he worked it down over his hips. He heard the horse returning just as he tossed the flimsy garment on the floor and lay back on the bench.

"Looking good, puppy," snickered the horse as he closed the cell door. "Paws!" he instructed.

Brian raised his paws obediently; the stallion clicked the cuffs back on, securing him back to the wall before he pulled the bench out into the centre of the room. The dog could only watch as the horse stripped in front of him, teasing Brian as the muscled stud erotically revealed himself. The sheriff slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his pants before easing it off. Thick cords running over his chest and shoulders bulged and caught the light making his coat shine, further emphasizing the horse's muscles.

Slowly he worked his pants down over thick thighs and calves, standing on them to pull his hooves out of the bottom. Brian's plump sheath twitched and pulsed, his doghood growing steadily at the sight of the huge stallion standing before him in tight white shorts that clung to every curve of the horse's sheath and balls.

"Like what you see then, dawg?" the sheriff asked. Brian could only nod as his muzzle drooled with desire. "That's good, pup, gonna make it better for both of us"

Brian started to growl quietly as the horse unwrapped his package, slipping out of his shorts, exposing his growing shaft to the air. The flared head poked free of his sheath, the urethra sticking up like a small volcano in the centre with a pearl of pre glistening on the tip. Stepping up to the bench the horse thrust his groin into Brian's face while squeezing the dog's sheath in his powerful grip.

"Lick it pup, get it nice and clean."

Brian stuck out his tongue and lapped over the broad head of the stallion's cock, the sweet pre fizzing on his taste buds fighting the tang of unwashed masculinity. The scent of manhood filled his nostrils, the heady musk driving him on. The sheriff groaned deep in his chest as his shaft grew at the dog's ministrations, the eager muzzle kissing and licking the flesh as it emerged. The horse grabbed Brian by the ear and pulled him away from his throbbing meat before swinging a leg over the bench and sitting astride Brian's legs, pinning him to the plastic cushion. Their engorged cocks pulsing against each other and their heavy sacs nestling between Brian's spread thighs.

"That's good for starters, pup, but we need to move onto the main event now."

The horse humped his huge shaft across Brian's belly, the flared head rubbing against his chest. The dog's eyes bulged at the thought of that monster spearing his depths, he had thought himself well-endowed but even he lost out to the horse in length and girth.

"There is no way you are getting that thing inside me," Brian whimpered.

"Anything you said, pup, that was the deal, remember?"

"Yeah I know, but that thing will split me in two. Jeez, I didn't know they came that big." whimpered the dog clamping his tail between his legs, guarding his twitching tailhole.

The stallion stood back up and ran his fingers up the inside of Brian's legs, ruffling the dog's fur and making the skin quiver.

"A deal's a deal, dawg, besides you are in no position to back out, are you? snorted the horse. Taking the dog's meat in his hand, he squeezed the part-formed knot, a spurt of pre coating his fingers. Brian struggled against the cuffs but got nowhere and slumped back on the mat in defeat.

"No, I guess not," he sighed closing his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.

"And this tells me you are enjoying it anyway, pup," the horse nickered, stroking the dogs pulsing shaft.

The stallion shuffled forward a few steps, his cock sliding up Brian's slick chest. Brian's eyes flashed open: he felt the tip of his cock being squeezed in a firm, hot grip as it slid into the horse's tail-hole. The horse whinnied in pleasure as he sunk down, impaling himself on the dog's member.

"Besides," the stallion groaned. "It's your cock I need not your ass, pup."

Grinding his butt against the dog's hips, he worked the hard shaft over his prostate, spurts of pre coating the dog's chest in response to his efforts. After a few minutes, the sheriff started to bounce himself up and down the dog's shaft, slowly building up speed as Brian leant forward and lapped at the cock that slid up and down his chest. Suddenly the horse stopped and squatted over Brian, setting himself in position.

"Fuck me, dawg, fuck me hard," he ordered.

Not waiting to be told again, Brian braced himself against the cuffs and, raising his knees so his hind-paws rested on the mat, he drove his hips up. Grunting each time he sank his dog-hood deep inside the sheriff, his knot slipping in and out of the horse's pliant ring. The horse snorted and whinnied above him, as Brian pounded his tail-hole as hard and fast as he could.

"Harder pup, harder!" the stallion neighed

Brian re-doubled his efforts, his hips slamming against the horses bubble butt, flesh slapping lewdly against flesh. Each thrust of the dog's hips sent a spurt of pre over his chest and into his gaping muzzle. The horse's member sliding easily across the slick fur, in time to the dog's humping.

"Oh yeah dawg, that's it. Right there pup "

Panting heavily, the dog felt the pleasure building, his climax approaching like a runaway express train. Howling he gave one final powerful thrust, driving his knot as far into the horse as he could push it. The passage clamped down on it squeezing his knot hard as his balls contracted and cum flooded the stallion's bowels. With a squeal the horse went rigid and his sac twitched on Brian's belly. The huge cock lying on his chest swelled bigger, the mushroom head flared to twice the size as thick white horse seed coated the dog's chest and muzzle, jets splattering the wall behind his head.

Exhausted the two furs slumped in a cum-soaked heap, the scent of sweat and sex filling the room. They lay still, panting for breath as their heartbeats pounded in their ears. The dog's cock twitched as it continued to pump seed into the horse, the rubbery muscular walls of his ass milking the hound dry.

"Guess you are free to go dawg," the sheriff gasped.

"Gotta get my car fixed before I can go, anyway," Brian muttered.

"Not necessary, it isn't damaged," the horse retorted.

"But you said that I drove into a telegraph pole."

"Well, about that, you didn't crash. Actually you didn't drive, I made that up. You were just here to sober up because there was nowhere else to put you" the horse snickered.

"Have you any idea what you put me through? You are an evil bastard, you know that don't you?" Brian snarled.

"No, just horny and desperate. I really do need a big guy to satisfy me, and there are none for miles around here. So when you turned up, I couldn't resist but don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," the stallion sighed.

"I will give you that," the dog conceded. "Just get these damn cuffs off me."

"Besides you really did puke, guess you owed me something for clearing that up. Damn Duke's chilli is evil stuff first time round." The horse grimaced at the memory.

The sheriff pushed himself upright and slowly pulled himself off the dog's shrinking knot. A flood of cum ran out of his sore ass and over Brian's balls to pool on the plastic mat. Finding his pants he rummaged in the pockets for the keys, releasing the dog from the cuffs. Brian rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had been chafing.

"So what are you gonna do now?" the horse enquired.

"Well, as I have no boyfriend to go home to, and seeing as there is this hot horny muscle stud gagging for my cock, I think I am going to stay and fuck his brains out for the weekend. If that's alright with him."

"Oh yeah," the stallion laughed.

Well hope some-one enjoyed it , not my best work imo and unlikely to be continued.