Policeman's Ball
#1 of Tails from the Foxx
Policeman's Ball
by: Heuvadoches Naumova
A late-night traffic stop becomes anything but routine ...
The cruiser's lights strobed, splitting the dark in alternating shades of blood and sapphire. The officer scowled at the sports car in the wash of his high beams and upper floods. "Damn joyriding kids," he thought as he checked the plates against the day's hot-sheet. "Central, this is Patrol Tango Two Three," he said into the radio. "Ten-twenty, south County Road six three. Ten-two niner. Late model Camero, lime green with purple flames. Local plate as follows: Juliet, alpha, kilo, alpha, lima, oscar, papa, echo. Over."
"Ten by four, Tango Two Three. Standby."
Slowly, he filled out the form while he waited for the warrant check. A pen scratched across the carbon paper, punctuated by the various automated clicks of the light controls. The fan blew cold air from the vents, ruffling the white and black fur striped across his face. Occasionally, he glanced up, watching the silhouetted form of the other driver shift about the car.
"Tango Two Three, this is Central. Be advised, ten by three-two. Code 1."
"Code 1. Ten-four. Out." He hung the microphone back on its cradle and sighed. Then he pulled on the rounded, blue hat, shut off the air conditioning and rolled down the window before stepping out. "At least it's not raining," he thought.
Gravel crunched under well oiled, leather oxfords as the officer walked toward the yellow vehicle. Dark blue slacks with a light blue stripe on either side of the seam clung to well muscled thighs. A black duty belt supported several standard accouterments of the law enforcement trade. An equally dark, button down uniform shirt, hashed three times in gold on each shoulder, sported the flashing silver badge of his office above his right breast. A smaller, chromed name-tag centered on the left pocket flap read "Sgt. McHenry". Framing his broad shoulders and narrow head, a large, fluffy black and white striped tail bobbed gently with each step. A metal clipboard swung in time to his stride, clenched in the left paw below thick, strong arms.
"Is there some ... misunderstanding officer?" a husky female voice called gently from the opening window. Along with the voice, a sweet, heady perfume wafted from the vehicle.
The sergeant cleared his throat, shaking his head for a moment as if to clear it. "Ma'am, where's the ... fire?" he asked. The last part of his standard died off as he got his first view of the car's lapine occupant. Inside, the naked passenger left little to the imagination. Her sleek, mahogany fur almost twinkled in the harsh light from the cruiser. Sable streaks raced down her arms, blending into a full, black fur glove at mid-forearm. The long, floppy ears, coloured like the body, also streaked to black at the tips and helped to frame a short, rounded face with soft brown eyes and quivering pink nose. White frosted her muzzle and splashed down her throat ending in a larger poof of fluffy hair on the chest that only served to draw attention to the full, bare breasts and darker nipples.
"Mm. The fire is definitely not at home," she giggled. Perhaps you can help me put it out?" She slowly pushed a hand down her body while she spoke, fondling a breast for a moment before sliding past her belly and into the dark nether regions of her crotch. The musky odor bloomed again as she slid a blunt finger through her slit and then traced it back up her body.
"Uh ... m ... ma ... ma'am, do yo ... you know h ... how fast ... you're going?" the officer stuttered out.
"Probably not as fast as you'd like," she said with a wicked smile. "Be a good public servant and service me?" One dark furred hand reached out and caressed the befuddled officer's hip before it slipped across the sizable bulge in the front.
Officer McHenry shuddered and inhaled sharply. The ticket book clattered to the roadside as he leaned forward, gripping the door. "I ... can't ... shouldn't," he stammered. "Dear lord, what is that scent?" he thought, but spoke, "I need ... you ... your license and regist ... eek!"
The driver merely giggled, nuzzling his throbbing crotch again, squeezing even harder on the cop's rump. A clawed finger hooked into the zipper, pulling the metal gateway apart. "And I need something from you," she murmured, reaching into his pants and pulling his thick cock free. Her warm tongue licked across the flesh from the base to the tip, flickering lightly. Her velveteen paw slipped back into his clothing and gently fondled the officer's off-duty equipment, massaging where the sack joined the rest of the body.
The sergeant exhaled sharply as his rod slipped into the warmth of the doe's mouth. His body shuddered, swimming in the hypnotic pheromone cloud surrounding the driver. His pulse beat heavily, flashing behind his closed eyelids in time to the strobes on his cruiser. He drew a gasping breath through closed teeth as she slowly drew back along his length, suckling the thin pearls of precum she'd massaged from deep inside.
"I want you to frisk me," she murmured, rubbing his cock against her whiskers. "I've been a bad girl."
Sergeant McHenry only nodded, and moved aside, reluctantly pulling his member away from her grip. A sheen of saliva glistened on it, reflecting the car's headlamps while it waved about like a baton on the end of a spring as he shuffled back. "Please step from the car ma'am," he said, somewhat vacantly. He fumbled for the handle, but the driver already hit the door release.
The door slid out slightly, and then swooped up smoothly on its hydraulic actuators. One, large-footed and white-furred leg slipped from the car along with another flood of musk. Leather creaked against bare fur as she twisted in the seat. The second leg appeared along with a hand-paw, which the sergeant quickly took a hold of and assisted her from the vehicle.
She spun in his grip and backed the cottony puff of her tail against the pulsing staff in his crotch. Her arm, now twisted behind her back, still held his. "Mmmm," she murmured as he took the cue and lifted up. Pressure mounted as muscles and bone attempted to stretch and move in unintended ways. He placed his other paw on her shoulder and marched her to the front of his cruiser.
"Place both paws on the hood please," he droned, nodding as she complied. Slowly, he leaned forward against her body, running his paws across her shoulders. He inched around to her breasts, fondling them for a moment before tickling down her sides. She uttered soft moans as he neared her waist, then a sharp gasp when his paw groped close to her mound. The sergeant took one knee as he continued patting down the female's legs, down the left and then up the right. He gripped her rump firmly and then spread her cheeks apart. "Keep your tail high," he said, leaning in close.
She complied, shivering at his warm breath washing across her nether lips, then gave a faint "Oh!" when his tonge lapped the beaded dew from her flesh. Claws scrabbled across the dark blue paint as she pushed her rump back against his probing face. She could feel his nose rubbing against her tailhole while his tongue curled into her flesh. Her body lowered by degrees until her the side of her face rested against the engine-warmed hood while, slowly, she reached back and held her cheeks apart for the musteline's muzzle. As her knees collapsed to rest on the bumper, her breasts squashed flat against the metal.
Sergeant McHenry paid no mind to the occasional chatter from the radio, his mind focused completely on the needs of the female against his vehicle. He reached up to drag his claws through her ribs again while he probed and dug through her dripping musk-pot. He could feel the ache of his shaft, jealous of his tongue, crying to feel the velvet folds his mouth already knew. But still he stayed on one knee, his hands gripping against the grille of the car and his face buried in her grinding crotch. He could feel the quivering spasms against the deeper thrusts of his tongue.
Sparks of white light, more than just flashes from the strobes, danced across the female's closed eyes. Squeaky gasps whistled from her incisors and she tried to hold it back, but the need was already too great. Her hands clenched into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She sucked a lip into the side of her mouth and bit down to keep from screaming. Wave after wave of heated pleasure washed across her body.
After a few moments, the officer pulled his muzzle back from her body and watched the orgasm subside. Her juices dripped from his muzzle onto the rocky berm for a moment, until he ran his tongue across lips. Grinning wickedly, he unbuckled his duty belt and set it aside, then his trousers popped open, completely freeing his waving rod. Then, grasping the base of it in one hand, he lined it up and stepped forward, burying in the female's body in a single, hard stroke.
Salt and shorn copper burst across her tongue as she clenched back another loud cry of pleasure. A hard spasm wracked her body and clamped down on the invading spear of flesh, only driving her need even more. She released her rump and gripped against the hood, pushing back against the officer's quickening thrusts, hearing his panting becoming more urgent. "Yes..." she moaned. "Yes, cum.... Cum in side me. I ... I want it ..."
Sloppy and wet, her pussy squelched and slapped as the sergeant rammed his tool through her body. His hands clenched against her hips, pulling to him with each stroke, slamming into her with a pent up frenzy of rut. Then, with a loud groan, he shuddered, collapsing against her in a final thrust. His cock danced and twitched, spewing his seed into her fertile folds. He rocked and grunted with each spurt, slowing gradually until his spent and wilting shaft flopped free of her clutches. Panting, he stumbled woozily away from her, still too dazed for the moment to re-dress.
A thin line of bloody drool slid from her mouth, puddling unnoticed on the hood. She smiled, sucking some of it up before shifting slightly. She reached behind, dragging a finger through the mingled fluids cooling outside of her body, and then brought the hand to her nose. With a nod, a flick of the tongue made quick work of the mess before she stood. "Thank you officer," she said softly, setting his duty belt on the car and slipping back into her car. Without another word, the engine purred to life and the Camero pulled away.