A Raccoon and a Shep
#1 of The Zoo
THIS IS A WORK OF ADULT FICTION!
The characters, situations, and themes within may not be appropriate for children under the age of consent in their respective places of residence.
... Now that that's over with. This is my first adult work, so comments and criticisms are welcome!
Now then... On with the SMUT!
The slate gray walls sang to Danny in a cacophony of guilt and depression as he sat in that little concrete box, waiting. Black-masked eyes glanced at the reflective two-way mirror, wondering how many were behind it... how many were watching. Shaking him from his idle inquiry, the door swung open and then slammed shut, permitting passage to a huge German Shepherd... oh crap! He'd heard of this guy before. James Jaeger, one of the toughest cops in the 87th precinct. The shepherd gave that little raccoon one look as he sat there, dressed as he was in a little black t-shirt and too-tight jeans, and snorted derisively. Finally he took his place at the other end of that little metal table and set down a tape recorder, hitting the record button and finally deigning to speak.
"Friday, August 29th, Detective James Jaeger recording. State your name for the record, sir."His voice was deep, booming, and quite frankly intimidating. The worst part is he sounded none-too-happy to be there.
"Oh, come on," chirped the raccoon. "You know my name already, it's not like I did anything wrong!"
James closed his eyes, as if holding back anger, and spat out through his teeth. "Please state your name for the record, sir."
"Fine," a sigh pushed past thin, black lips as the raccoon leaned back. "My name is Daniel Theodore Reid. There. Happy?"
"No." The shep's words were accompanied with a growl as he stood up, tossing a file over to the raccoon and walking over. "You were caught red-handed at Fanucci's, both paws full of diamond jewelry and Mr. Fanucci unconscious in the back. Do you have anything to say for yourself?!"
That raccoon's ears flattened back against his head. "Uhhh... they were pretty?"
"Cut the shit!" James's hand slammed down onto the table, inches away from the raccoon. "You're in a whole hell of a lot of trouble, pal. We've got you, it's just a matter of filing the paperwork."
In an instant, the raccoon's demeanor changed. "You're right, detective... I've been a bad, bad boy." His voice was almost a purr as he pulled against the handcuffs holding him to the chair. "And you look like the kind of big, strong man who knows how to deal with bad boys." Pink tongue flicked across black lips as green eyes stared up at the imposing and impressive dog.
That shepherd blinked, his eyes going wide. "Ex... excuse me?"
"You heard me, baby..." Raccoon's eyes went half-lidded as he licked his lips again.
That confidence flooded back to the detective as he reached forward and grabbed a pawful of the 'coon's hair. "Mmm... yeah, I know exactly what bad boys like you need." His other paw dropped, grasping his zipper and drawing it swiftly downward, freeing that long, throbbing length of canine pride that rested between his thighs. Without another moment's hesitation, the shep pushed himself up against and into Danny's mouth, grinning down at the eager little cocksucker as hips began to pump.
"Mmmph... mm..." That raccoon just closed his eyes and allowed himself to be used, loving the brutal attention that massive dog was lavishing on him. Those cheeks hollowed as he sucked and slurped noisily around that almost too hot member, giving his all to please the imposing canine. His reward was a few hot jets of precum before that thickness was drawn free from his sucking lips and pulled away from him.
Canine paws unlocked those cuffs. "Up on the table and drop those pants, bitch. Now!"
How could he say no? Danny quickly bent over that cold, metal table and squirmed out of his denim prison, revealing a barely-there thong underneath. "Like the view, puppy?"
His quip was rewarded by a firm slap on those bubbly cheeks. "Shut up. From now on, you don't speak unless it's to tell your Daddy how much you love his dick." With that, the shep's powerful hand came down again, this time to roughly tug that little string of cloth aside and reveal the raccoon's sweet little pucker. "Mm... you look good and tight, bitch... but I want to hear you beg before you get this cock."
Green eyes screwed shut as Danny panted and squirmed underneath that big puppy. "Nng... Please... please, Daddy... please fuck me. I need it, Daddy, stuff me..." This slutty, wanton behavior had that little masked bandit ten shades of hot, and his cock was straining against that struggling-to-hold thong as the shep tugged and pulled at it.
Smirking at the smaller male's words, James finally pressed himself against that inviting little opening, spreading the cute little bitch wide and slowly filling him with what felt like miles of dogcock. "Mmm... fuck, boy, you're tight... gonna love destroying this little fuckhole, flooding my new bitch with cum..." Another hard slap against those spread cheeks brought a whimper and a little shout out of the raccoon's panting mouth. "Better not be too loud... or else everyone's gonna know what's going on... all those men out there, coming up to the window, watching you take my cock and beg for more? Or does that turn you on?"
Danny squirmed and whimpered, biting down on a finger as that shep slowly hilted in his hungry little rump. "Nn... Da... Daddy... I want you..."
"Good slut. And you're gonna get me." With that, the shep gripped those wide, almost-feminine hips and began to pump in and out of that begging bandit, ramming his cute little ass for all it was worth. This kind of slut didn't deserve a slow and easy start, he needed to be ridden hard and put away wet.
Poor little Danny, meanwhile, was busy trying not to scream his pleasure to the world as the detective had his way with him, bucking back against every hard, forceful thrust. With a whimper and a choked-back cry of joy, the raccoon came hard, getting his belly and that little tee all messy with his sticky desire.
"Goddamn, you are one hot little bitch. I didn't even have to touch your dick for you to cum... You love getting fucked by real men like me, don't you?" James smirked and continued to pound that quivering raccoon, finally pulling free and sitting back in the chair. "Ride me, slut, I want to see your face when I knot you."
Danny tried to push back, tried to grab on as that wonderful cock left him, feeling empty and unfulfilled when it finally did... until, that is, the beautiful canine gave him his new order. Eagerly, the 'coon slid into the canine's lap, wrapping his legs around both him and the chair and easing that member up inside of him. "Ooooh... fuck me, Daddy... knot your slut and give him all that sticky cum..."
"Happy to oblige." As soon as he felt himself back inside that pretty raccoon's ass, the dog began pumping and rolling with renewed vigor. His paws grabbed Danny's sides as he began to pull him up and down in time with those pumps. "Mm... gotta... got a nice, hot load for my raccoony bitch... is he ready for it?"
Danny threw his head back and cried out, no longer caring who heard them. "Nn! Yes, Daddy! Fill your bitch!"
As if on command, the puppy made one more deep thrust, burying himself completely in that pretty ass and moaning as his knot swelled up, sealing off that entrance and making sure not a drop was wasted. A fiery jet of molten lava poured into Danny's sweet, squirming body as James came hard, pouring seeming gallons of dogcum into his panting, squirming slut.
As that flood subsided, the raccoon shuddered and looked down at the canine, panting as he spoke. "So, detective... do you fuck and claim every diamond thief you run into?"
"Only the ones I'm madly in love with..." quipped the exhausted puppy. "Thank you, baby." James's mouth came forward, first licking up the errant raccoon cum that decorated that little black shirt, then leaning up to share it with his bandit-masked lover.
Danny kissed that lovely shep for what seemed like hours, leaning against his equally-exhausted man as that big knot slowly subsided, freeing the raccoon from his lover's grip. "Mm... I'm gonna head home, baby... maybe when you get there, there'll be a bad little schoolgirl who needs to be disciplined?" With a giggle and a wink, the raccoon tugged his pants up and walked out the door. He turned to look at some of his coworkers, a knowing smirk on a couple of their faces. "G'night, boys."
James just sat there, watching that beautiful creature walk away and idly wondering how he ever got so lucky... until the intercom spat to life with the voice of one of his coworkers.
"Dude, a schoolgirl? There's no way you've got a thing for schoolgirls."
"Why not? It's perfectly natural! Most adult men do!"
"... But you like dick!"
"And am very lucky to have a boyfriend who doesn't mind wearing the skirt and pigtails, so piss off!" With that, James went to stand... and was immediately halted in that process. A cursory look down at his arms revealed something troubling... a shiny pair of handcuffs around his wrist, attached to that chair he was sitting on. "... DANNY!"