Cops and Shadows
First time I have sat down to write in a long while. first draft of it, so there might be some mistakes, but I figured you guys might like it anyways.
This is a modified scene from a rather long story that goes on in my head when I'm bored. It's a re-imagining of Sarah's life from one of my earlier, less good works. Made a new cultural phenomena known as 'Shadows' (I'm rather bad with names) that allows for some interesting events for a young shadow's life. Might see more of her with her very loving older brother, maybe.
And yes, John's species is left vague, wanted him to be a domesticated dog species, but couldn't decide on which one, so... up to the reader, yay.
What a day it had been for the young police officer, and it wasn't over quite yet. He was walking up the stairs to his apartment, but he had a person in tow today. A young fox girl, a young shadow fox girl at that. Hardly even tall enough to see over countertops with those red eyes of hers. She had appeared shortly after lunch time, having escaped from an anthro trafficking ring. That was only the start, though.
All shadows had to be registered in the magical registry, they were powerful dark beings that often could wield horrifying power. But this one wasn't in there, she wasn't in any system. They could only get her first name out of her, she not knowing her last, or where she lived. They had been able to find out that she had a family, and that they were 'pure-furrs', a religious group that hated all magic. Which did explain why they would hide the poor girl away. A shadow being born to a pure-furr, it would be detrimental to any member's status, especially if they were higher up in that church.
No one knew why some people were born as shadows, but they did know that they were far different from normal furrs, even biologically. Magic was an intrinsic part of their being, and they were practically able to survive on it alone. They were leaner, their muscles always seeming in peak condition. They were skinnier too, their organs smaller and more efficient. He was fairly sure he had read somewhere that shadows absorb everything that they eat, leaving them not needing to eat as frequently. Still the little female following him looked like she had missed a fair few more meals than even a shadow should.
He felt bad for her, more so than he thought he would. Being a shadow made most everyone instantly distrust her, and being one that was seemingly unplugged from the system was even more worrying to some, enough so that their usual organizations that normally would watch the young furrs they found flat out refused to touch her. So here they were walking through the front door of his apartment. It was unconventional, but they needed to keep an eye on her, and there was nowhere in the department building for her.
"Go ahead and get comfortable on the couch," John, still in uniform, said. "I'm gonna get changed then find you a pillow, alright?"
"Okay..." came the response, as timid and quiet as ever. It was enough to make the tall canine's ears droop some. Everyone was so afraid and distrusting of this girl, and yet she seemed so small and frail. How could anyone think this small timid little thing could be dangerous?
John slipped away to his bedroom once the shadow girl was situated on his couch, resuming his normal routine of slipping out of his uniform and into some simple shorts and tee-shirt. They were normally his workout clothes, but they doubled as his pajamas and relaxing clothes as well. Once in more comfortable clothing the canine male went back out to the young girl who was in his charge, she seemingly hadn't moved at all from where he left her.
"You hungry?" he asked her, getting a silent nod in response. "Alright, think I have some cold pizza in the fridge from yesterday, hope that's okay." He said, rubbing the back of his head some. "Hadn't really expected visitors." This got a little smile from the black furred girl, which was more than he had seen of her all day. "Heh, this way to café John" he said, pronouncing the J in his name with a French accent.
In the kitchen area of his apartment, which really wasn't all that separate from the living room, he would get into his fridge and get the pizza, still in a re-sealable bag. He would then plop himself on the other end of his couch, his usual spot, and hand the timid vixen a slice before turning on the TV and getting a slice for himself. The night was really more like any other from there, at least for John. He watched some TV while eating dinner, had a few beers, the only real difference was the small silent figure sitting on the other end of the couch, but even with her there the canine could prop his feet up on the couch like he normally did, the girl just down by his feet.
It was such a normal night for him that John half forgot the girl was even there, the beers not exactly helping with his memory, and soon was flipping through the channels only to stop on a more adult network and slip his paw down the front of his shorts to idly fondle himself while watching some models strut about in their underwear. All memory of the rather young vixen sitting on the other end of his couch gone from his mind for the moment.
After a time of watching the models the channel would be changed again, this time to a clearly adult one. A wolf and a vixen were displayed on the screen clearly nude and working up to some more 'intimate' fun with one another. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on as John had turned the volume down quite a bit for this channel, not that he thought his neighbors could hear him, he had never really heard them at any rate, but he still worried about it.
As things started to heat up on screen, the vixen woman showing off her rear end to the camera while putting her tongue to good use on the wolf's shaft, John would lower his shorts some to expose his own hardening length, stroking at it gently. He loved the foxes with cream markings along their slit like the woman in the porno had, and he was eager to paw off to her. With a slight grin he would begin to look for the roll of paper towels he kept near the couch for this exact reason, he found them on the end table on the other side of the couch, where the young shadow vixen was sitting, watching the porno with a curious tilt to her head. John could feel the blood flow from his face as he suddenly remembered he had company.
The girl seemed to notice something was different, as she would look over to john, who was frozen in place now, paw on the base of his hard canine cock, fully out of his sheath and in the open for those little red eyes of hers to see. John was completely frozen, trying his best to figure out what to do to cover this up. Shadow or no, she was still a cub, and this was so illegal it wasn't funny. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't see the girl look back to the porno, then to him, then back again. He was only faintly aware of her moving closer to him, crawling carefully over his legs to his length, which had lost its firmness a little. What did get John to pay attention again was the warm wet lick to his cock.
His eyes snapped back to focus and he looked down to his lap, his paw still holding his length at the ready. The small dark vixen girl now leaning over his lap to slide her small, oh so warm tongue along the underside on his cock. His harness returned in full from the sensations. John hadn't been with a girl since high school, and feeling someone licking his shaft was undeniably wonderful. Though considering that he had now moved from just showing a cub some porn, to having her lick his shaft, the canine male was now freaking out a bit more.
Still mostly frozen he simply watched, wide eyed as the young girl licked over his throbbing shaft. Why did it have to feel so good? When she finally paused John would find that he had been holding his breath and would finally let it out and breathe some. He was about to say something to her when he noticed she was looking back at the TV, he too glanced over to see the vixen on screen had moved on to deep throating the wolf. He had only a moment to realize what was going before he felt it. The wonderfully warm, wet, and snug feeling of a young mouth wrapping around the tip of his shaft. She was mimicking the porno.
John could only give a long moan to the feeling. The young vixen's mouth was utterly heavenly. He had never thought to look at a cub sexually before, but he couldn't help but enjoy the nice snug feeling that wrapped around his pointed tip as she slide down it more. Again John tried to speak, this time to warn her of gagging if she tried to take him too deep, but was silenced before he could speak by the feeling of the young girl's throat squeezing and gripping him, pulling him down as she gulped around him, sinking more and more of his length into her muzzle. More surprised than anything, John watched in amazement as the girl gulped and swallowed, pulling that length that was slightly bigger around than her wrist deep into her throat. He could see her neck bulge as she moved further and further down, wrapping him in the most wonderful we heat he had ever felt. The male finally able to find his voice to moan out her name. "ohhh, Sarah..."
Before long the young girl's chin was resting right against his balls, tickling them some. The large, adult canine softly rubbing at the young girl's head as she sat there a moment, length fully buried down her throat, which massaged and pulled at it wonderfully as she gulped to keep it down. It was far too late to stop now, John decided, 'in for a penny, in for a pound' he thought and would slowly pull the girl up off his length, which now dripped and glistened wetly from saliva. Sarah panted some when finally pulled back, a smile present on her muzzle, though. She was enjoying herself, and that was all John needed to see to convince himself to go further.
Ignoring the porn now, the canine male would move to sit up some, paws roaming the small female in front of him, finding buttons and zippers, slowly sliding her clothes away from her tiny form. Once his paws could feel her silky soft black fur directly he let himself indulge in exploring her young form. His large fingers sliding over her flat chest, her narrow waist, her soft rear. She was so young and still developing, yet had a beauty all her own. He felt guilty taking advantage of her, and as she looked to him with those red, but sweet eyes, John paused, re-thinking if he should be doing this.
His concerns were pushed aside, though, as the girl once again moved to mimic what the older vixen was doing on screen. The small young girl turning to leave her back facing him, tail lifted up to let him get a good view of her backside. John smiled some before blushing deeply as the small girl reaching between her legs to get a hold of his slick cock, she barely able to get a hold of it. The older canine helping her move his shaft to where she wanted it, watching curiously now to see what she was up to. Her small hips would lower down and the pointed tip of John's canine cock would slip between the wonderfully soft cheeks of the shadow girl's rump, tip pressing right against that wonderfully warm circle of bare flesh hidden between them.
Again all John could do was moan as Sarah pushed down and gave a few small noises of discomfort. Slowly but surely she would press more and more, stretching her small tailhole open more and more. John again amazed at the girl's abilities, not thinking she would be able to take his girth, considering how small she was. Carefully John would reach up with both his paws, holding the small girl's hips, his fingers overlapping each other some due to how small she was. Gently he would help push her down, careful to listen for any cries from her to stop. No such cries would come, though, only a small yip as the tip of his length finally pushed up into her, along with several inches of his shaft from their combined pressing efforts. John would let out a moan, not a yip, as he finally pushed into the bewilderingly tight rear of the young girl. Never before had he felt anything like this. Inside her was like a hot velvety vice, squeezing at him from all directions, but her entrance squeezed the most, flexing and fluttering around him, pushing against his length as if to push him out, but he wouldn't have that.
Lost to the pleasure the young vixen brought to him he would start pushing down on her hips again. Sarah's red eyes would grow wide as he did, strange new feelings moving through her belly, leaving her to place her paws on it, feeling her narrow middle become slightly less narrow as it was filled with a thick, long canine shaft. Inch by inch John cock would become wrapped in the wonderfully condom tight feeling of the young girl's tailhole. The older male panting heavily by the time that cute bottom was resting in his lap, leaving him fully sheathed inside her, his flaccid knot starting to grow just inside her.
"You are amazing..." John half moaned to the girl, who looked over her shoulder to smile at him. She would rock her hips a little, after looking back to the TV screen, which shifted the canine's member inside her this way and that, massaging him from all around. The pleasure enough for his knot to grow more, not nearly full but already enough to keep him from pulling out, as he soon discovered when he tried to lift her up a little. They would both gasp when they discovered themselves to be locked together. "Oops..." John commented, "Hadn't meant to finish inside..." he said more to himself than Sarah.
It was too late to worry about that now, and the larger male would simply start rocking the young girl as much as his knot would allow, sliding his shaft through her wonderfully warm and soft tunnel, squirting his pre up into her, helping himself slide about inside her more easily. It wouldn't take long, the small noises from the young girl, combined with the absolutely blissful tightness of her rear, John's knot was soon as big as it could get, leaving poor Sarah feeling very full. John's rocking of the small girl's hips, along with his own, getting feverish for a moment before he would pull her down as hard as he could, getting another yip from the small girl. Inside her snug tunnel she could feel his shaft throbbing and pulsing, trying to leap inside her. Then gave the hot wet warmth deep inside her. She could feel it by his tip, hot squirts into her, pressing at her soft walls beyond his length's reach, filling her up with something that felt almost heavy. She letting out a whimpering, quiet moan to the feeling.
John was lost to his orgasm, but did hear that quiet moan and came all the harder from it. He hadn't cum so hard in his entire life, it felt like a full minute, though he knew it wasn't that long. Thick hot blasts of his seed pulsing deep inside the young vixen in his lap, filling her with his essence. He was left collapsed on the couch panting hotly, Sarah laying atop him, her head on his chest, panting slightly as well. Slowly the daze of bliss faded from his orgasm, and that wonderfully clear thought returned to him. His face went pale again, and he slowly looked down to the young cub he was knotted to.
He was going to be in so much trouble tomorrow... but for tonight... Sarah made a small noise as the male's fingers slid over her young slit, the night was still young...