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To some officers, the lonely two-lane highways that stretched into infinity were a nightmare. The agoraphobia and loneliness settled in hard and fast in the late night hours. These quiet roads were the most common places to bust drug mules and that was what Comet most often expected to find. There was an inherent risk in pulling over suspicious vans with idiot goons in them, but she had been a lucky enough to avoid a real confrontation. In the same breath, she hadn't found anything but small bags of pot and one coffee can full of ecstasy tablets in the entire month.

Comet liked the relative silence and ease of her job. Action could be fun but she preferred to get hers in the bedroom - often with handcuffs and sometimes her uniform too. In a lurid setting or not, Comet looked sharp in her uniform and anything else she wore. Rocking any outfit she tried on was a benefit of being an athletic caribou. Although she had a war face if she needed one, often she appeared very calm and cool. These features helped her diffuse situations which had the potential to result in death.

Close to midnight with six hours to go on a double shift, Comet settled back in her squad car and tuned out the garbled chatter on the scanner. It had been the better part of an hour since a single vehicle had gone by. She had taken to watching the stars as whispy sheets of clouds passed between her and them. As was her shameful habit in such dead, dark nights, she unbuttoned her jacket and opened it up. She had on a tank top underneath and her pierced nipples left faint dents. This was not for sexual gratification: even at such a late hour, it was unthinkably hot and humid in the outback. Police uniforms could become very swampy in the heat and Comet felt an unsavory dew on her fur.

For a spell, Comet contemplated life and wondered if she wanted a desk job for as much sitting around as she was doing. She sipped long-cold coffee and, with the most devilish of smiles, rubbed one of her own nipples through the tank top.

The lewd thoughts started to creep in. Comet knew a few boys around town who didn't mind slipping on her off-duty handcuffs. They were cold, hard steel, not sissy plush ones. The deer liked it rough.

Comet realized what she was doing and she pushed away the fantasies before she wound up with her paw down her panties. Rumors and intuition told her that her fellow officers rubbed and jerked when things were lonesome and quiet, but she liked to be ready to do her duties.

Said duties came about with flawless timing. Comet saw the headlights coming and she snapped her eyes over. In an instant she had her squad car running. She didn't bother with her jacket. A vehicle the likes of which Comet only saw on TV screamed past and kicked up plumes of dust. She vaguely recognized the red blur as some kind of Italian-made machine.

That Comet's squad car could keep up with a Lamborghini was dubious at best but the sight of her flashing lights was enough to make the driver guiltily pull over on the shoulder. Comet rolled up and parked but kept her squad care running behind the moody red supercar. She took the moment to button up all but the three topmost buttons of her jacket.

Despite the hour, Comet slipped on her sunglasses for the intimidation factor. On steady hooves with her hand against the butt of her gun, she walked to the driver's side window. Her steps were masked by the subtle rumbles of both engines but she caught sight of a face in the mirror. Whoever was inside waited until Comet was right by the door to roll the smoked window down.

Comet could hardly believe she was looking at "Kocaine" Kahnso. She enjoyed his music in her more immature and lewd moments which happened to be whenever she wanted to throw down with a willing guy and some cuffs. "Oh," she chuckled, "I know who you are." And then she smoothly went into the usual questions like asking him if he knew just how fast he was going and requesting ID. Kahnso had been grinning from the first moment she recognized him.

"For as fast as you were going, I'm going to have to write you a ticket," Comet tutted. "But something tells me that you're good for it," she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah," Kahnso petulantly said. "Gotta milk the tourists somehow, right?"

Comet briefly sucked her bottom lip before she smiled sweetly. "Mister Kahnso, may I search your vehicle?"

Poker faces were exchanged before Kahnso calmly asked, "Under what authority? Do you have a warrant, beautiful?"

"I have probable cause. Driving at 300 kilometers per hour and you're a known drug abuser." She smiled and winked. "I read the American news." She could see Kahnso's body tighten up. This power over him nearly aroused her. Again she asked, "May I search your vehicle?"

"I don't have any fucking drugs on me," Kahnso hissed. He turned off the ignition and, with Comet's permission, stepped out while she conducted her search. Aside from an energy drink in the cup holder and a pair of sunglasses tucked in the visor, she found absolutely nothing. When she presented her lack of findings to Kahnso, he sneered down at her and unabashedly looked down into her cleavage.

"What'd I fucking tell you? Good thing you got some nice boobs to look at, otherwise I'd sue the fuck out of your department for harassing me. Consider yourself lucky." His voice dripped with condescension and so did his body language.

Although Kahnso outsized her by a couple of feet and despite his staggering musculature, Comet wasn't intimidated. She saw him as the blowhard that he was. With his bright blue fur and long, teased blonde hair, she likened him to a peacock. As it so happened, she knew enough about the rockstar to bust his chops. Further lessening him in Comet's eyes was that Kahnso was not the leather-bound rock-god Comet saw in pictures but a bodybuilder dressed in track pants and a wife beater. But around his neck was a familiar star-shaped locket - the same one he wore in all his shows and interviews. Comet pointed at it and Kahnso's smug face instantly soured. "Open it up," she calmly demanded.

Kahnso did. A tiny zip-lock bag fell out neatly into Comet's palm. She nudged it with a finger and tutted. "Cocaine, hm? Against the car, and bend over. That's it," Comet sternly coached as she clapped her cuffs around Kahnso's wrists. They barely fit him at their biggest size.

"You fucking bitch!" Kahnso moaned. "I didn't know I had that shit on me! It's probably two months old!"

"Doesn't change the fact that you brought drugs into this country, does it?" Comet said, plopping the bag down on the hood of her car.

"Bitch! Fucking bitch!" the big fox snapped. He yanked ineffectually at the cuffs. Comet let him fuss and thrash like a toddler having a tantrum.

After a few moments of this, the caribou said, "If you're ready to quiet down and listen to me, mister Kahnso, I have something you might want to hear."

"I don't fucking care... Probably. But what is it?"

"Since this is your first offense," in Australia anyway, Comet ruefully thought, "and because this is a small amount for personal consumption, I could forget this happened, let you off with a caution. What do you think?"

It came as no surprise to Comet that Kahnso's mood changed in an instant. "Okay, sure. What do you want, then? Concert tickets? Briefcase of money? ...Briefcase of drugs? What do you want?"

Comet shook her head and laughed. "Only dumb cops take tangible bribes, mister Kahnso. Are you insinuating that I'm stupid?"

Kahnso splayed back his ears. Despite towering over Comet, he felt quite small. He tugged at the cuffs uselessly. "Well, no. What the fuck else do you want, though?"

The caribou slowly glanced one way and then the other. She saw no traffic. City lights far off in the distance gleamed but no headlights were between her and those. All at once she pressed her warm palm into Kahnso's groin and she gripped his sheath until he grunted. "It should be obvious to someone like you," she winked. She had no toes to stand on the tips of so she pulled Kahnso down by the neck and kissed his lips.

After a quick smooch back, Kahnso murmured, "Fucking my way out of a felony, huh? I know I wrote a song about that once..."

"Then I'm just making an honest man out of you," Comet grinned. She reached for his waistband and tugged his pants down and she wasn't surprised to see that Kahnso was commando underneath. Despite her best efforts, Comet had never seen Kahnso's genitals before today, but what she saw now was everything his lewd music had promised. There was the fact that it was all simply in proportion with his giant body but all she cared about was the raw size and the thrill of having her way with a rockstar.

Comet's firm hand clutched Kahnso's sheath and kneaded its pulsing, cylindrical shape intently. As he huffed and pressed back against her idling car, she pressed more firmly with her hand and took to his dense flank with the other.

"Not gonna read me my rights?" Kahnso sneered. "Right to remain silent? Maybe I want my attorney present while you blow me..."

The caribou rolled her eyes. "When you're a cop, you get tired of lame jokes. For example, you bring up doughnuts just once and I'm packing my bloody nightstick up your arse."

"Kinky," Kahnso deadpanned. "Don't they frown on sodomizing suspects?"

From Kahnso's sheath emerged the pointed tip of his manhood. Comet tugged the sheath back and massaged forcefully on the swollen flesh she bared. "They frown also on cokehead tourists getting away with smuggling and speeding," said the caribou, "so I'd have to suggest you hush unless you'd like to go to jail with blue balls."

Kahnso's silence didn't come easily but he gave it. Still he gently huffed and growled as Comet molested him, her glance ever scanning the road both ways, yet as she became more and more intoxicated by the feeling and scent of Kahnso's complete erection, her caution waned and her boldness flourished. "Sit back on the bonnet," Comet cooed to him.

"The bonnet? The... The roof?" Kahnso blinked.

Language barrier. Bloody tourists, Comet petulantly thought. She flipped through her mental lexicon of American English. "The damned hood," she snapped. Kahnso complied with a grin as he put his rear on the hood and at Comet's shoving, he reclined and braced his bound paws. Her car sagged under his muscular weight.

"Usually when I get laid up against a car, it's the other way around," Kahnso cheekily smiled. "You sure you're not getting ready to plow your nightstick up my asshole?"

"Don't tempt me," Comet darkly replied. As Kahnso had expected of her, Comet descended on him with her hands on either side of his dense body. Her lips met his swollen cock and closed around the first several inches of it. Immediately she began to suckle him wetly and firmly, the sounds clear in the relative stillness of the open air and the gentle tick and rumble of the squad car.

Kahnso shuddered and closed his eyes which he rolled back behind their lids. When he had been speeding through the country faster than he could see, a lot of outcomes went through his mind. This was certainly not one of them. All he could think of now was how glad he was that he had actually been pulled over. Outrunning her wouldn't have been any trouble at all. "Christ, I gotta come to Australia more often," he blurted.

Comet suckled up off of his thick penis and snickered at the notion. "As some friendly advice, I wouldn't count on this happening twice. You get caught with drugs again," said the caribou as she nosed into Kahnso's drooling tip, "and you'll be fucked another way entirely." The reindeer had given up entirely on keeping tabs on the road now. She chained kisses down Kahnso's swollen shaft until she reached the knotted base. To her eyes, the swollen gland was like a pair of oranges. The size was as terrifying as it was enthralling and already she was harboring some very lewd ideas as to how she'd work the dense mass into herself.

Sex, even in public, was best enjoyed debaucherously in Comet's opinion. Here was likely her only romp with one of the sex icons of her generation - in handcuffs and indebted to her, no less. Money and perks could have been hers to enjoy but all humble Comet wanted was to turn the one and only Kahnso into her boytoy. It would come as no surprise to her a year later when a single called Went Down Under would invoke the very night they were in the middle of.

Exhibiting her intent to enjoy everything Kahnso had to offer, Comet nibbled and kissed over but also past his knot and she similarly breezed past his heavy, fluff-furred balls along the way. It was with her most devilish of grins and a wiggle of her cotton tail that she nosed up under that fat ballsack. As the sweat and the musk beneath occurred to her, she shivered. Kahnso was notably stunned but evidently pleased, for he made no effort to stop the caribou.

Comet closed her eyes and dragged her tongue across the rockstar's puckered asshole. She savored having such a handsome and famous stud at her beck and call. Even if she had no intention of doing anything more to that tight pucker, she enjoyed it just the same.

"What the fuck," Kahnso huffed, sounding overwhelmed but not disgusted. "You're one kinky bitch, ain't you?" he asked with what sounded like respect in his voice.

The reindeer's reply came as firmer and more frequent licks against the big fox's entrance. The taboo act of rimming him was incredibly arousing on its own but even more pleasurable to her was his masculine scent and the notion that what she was doing for Kahnso was a very uncommon pleasure for him.

Soon she licked her way up along his taint and halfway up his balls. She lifted those with her tongue before letting them drop. Some fur was stuck to her tongue but she ignored it and engulfed his massive penis yet again and this time she brought teasing fingers up to the pucker she had just slobbered.

As Comet pushed a finger into his ass, Kahnso grunted and bit his lip. He would never admit it to anyone, but he liked the feeling. When he clenched around her slim finger, it was in pleasure as well as reflex. "Ah, jeez, I hope you're fuckin' enjoying yourself," he huffed.

It was implicit in the way Comet suckled and bobbed that she was loving everything about the moment. More passively than her oral acrobatics, she pushed her finger in to the knuckle and made use of her own saliva as lubrication. When she had it in completely, she teasingly wiggled it as if beckoning his prostate. Thanks to a little luck and skill, she brushed against that tender gland through his anal walls. Feeling him clench up hard and hearing him groan made her tail wiggle faster.

Suddenly Comet remembered where she was and she pulled her lips up and off of Kahnso's cock. Though she kept her finger in his ass, she glanced back at the road one way and then the other. Kahnso caught her eye with a smirk. His teeth, especially those big fangs, gleamed in the moonlight.

"Afraid of getting caught? I don't think they'd buy that you were just giving me a cavity search."

"What did I just say about lame jokes?" Comet smirked back. "I think we're quite done with this anyway," she remarked as she eased her finger out of his ass. That he hissed softly was not lost on her.

"Am I free to go, officer?" Kahnso sardonically asked as he shakily got off the hood of the car.

A sudden, dramatic zip from Comet's fly shot him down - not that he minded. "Who said that? On your knees, mister Kahnso."

With no fuss made, Kahnso knelt before Comet and his head was made crotch-level with only a slight incline of his body enforced by Comet whom then pushed down her pants and the red panties underneath. Naked for Kahnso's hungry eyes was her perfect, pink pussy with its slit moistened already. She gripped his ears like handlebars and pounded her muff against his snout. "Now fucking eat me," she luridly hissed.

And eat Kahnso did. Despite wanting to grab Comet's thighs or jerk himself off, he snuffled dutifully against her box and began to slather it with harsh licks. She was already wet but he added a thick coating of slobber to her snatch and unlike the timid way in which she had rimmed him, he was not at all shy in munching her cunt. One rough lap after another parted her tight pussylips and the thick body of his tongue thus slapped into and dragged across her pink inner flesh. The caribou groaned hotly and clenched her fists in his lush blonde hair.

Gentle hisses from Comet's lips spoke books of how well Kahnso ate. The thing she loved most was how indiscriminate he was in lapping across her snatch as well as her inner thighs. So sloppy was Kahnso that his tongue even dragged across the pucker of her tail hole, and that was a feeling she enjoyed receiving as much as giving.

Threads of Kahnso's expensively-treated hair cheaply tugged loose under Comet's fingers. These little rips individually could be coped with but in rapid succession they left Kahnso grunting and wincing. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. Not without provocation, Kahnso nipped the cop's muff but the warning in the gesture was lost when she crooned and further parted her legs.

"Getting rough down there, are you? Real fucking hungry, right?" Comet grunted. Her grin was wide, showing her flat teeth. It came as a relief to Kahnso when she gripped his ears again and he clearly didn't mind the way she wedged his nose right back into her pussy. Still lingering in the back of Kahnso's mind was the fact that he was fucking his way out of a felony in another country. The naughtiness of it both enhanced and withered his libido but he found it wise to keep slobbering Comet's muff with all the ferocity he could manage.

With Kahnso under her thumb, Comet unhanded his head and absently plucked his orphaned hairs from between her fingers. Briskly she unbuttoned her jacket and then she tugged her tank top up above her supple breasts. A shiver crawled up her spine when a rare cool breeze licked across her pert nipples. Through her pink nubs were matching silver barbells, a conservative yet alluring piercing for a respectable officer of the law. Comet tweaked and pinched her nipples to pleasure herself and she continued until Kahnso's eyes curiously rolled up along her slim body to see what she was doing.

Though his muzzle was stuffed between her thighs, Comet could see the grin elsewhere on Kahnso's face. "Like what you see, right? I've heard your music," she grinned. "I know you're a breast man. All right, all right, get up, you can have a little go at them."

The reindeer helped Kahnso to stand. When he craned over her to treat himself to her tits, he asked if she might remove the cuffs. Comet responded in a flat no and pulled his head against her chest.

Kahnso had been a big eater with Comet's snatch. He kissed and nibbled her pert nipples gently by comparison, but often he flicked them with the tip of his tongue and tugged at their barbells with his teeth. It seemed to him that he could do no wrong as Comet huffed and crooned to everything that he did. She stroked his penis with a steady hand to reward his hard work.

Comet surprised Kahnso with a tender kiss between his eyes as a moment's respite in the domination. Again she glanced both ways down the road. It was still a dead night and she was counting on that to keep up. "Wait here," said Comet as she pulled away from Kahnso and stepped out of her discarded bottoms on the way. From the trunk of her car, she produced a rugged blue blanket the likes of which most officers on remote patrols kept for emergencies. As she led Kahnso out away from the road and draped the blanket over a smooth patch of naked earth, Comet smirked to herself as to the nature of this particular emergency.

Like commanding a dog, Comet snapped and pointed at the blanket. Kahnso sat with some difficulty but a smirk on his face. Comet put a hoof on his chest and shoved him to lay back, but still she winced when he yowled in pain. "What? What's wrong? Did something sting you?"

"No," Kahnso bleated. He shifted over and sighed. "Fucking rock under my ass cheek." Comet laughed and straddled his middle. "Ah, hey baby," Kahnso sighed. With some difficulty, he got his cuffed paws over his head and he managed to rub her hips.

A smile crept across Comet's face. It widened when she leaned down and smooched his lips. They could taste themselves on the other's lips and the kiss deepened to a brief but hot swap of spit. "What do you think, mister Kahnso?" Comet smiled coyly. "Think you're going to get off?"

Kahnso shot back with a jaunty grin. "In what way?"

"Who knows?" Comet chuckled before she twisted around and scooted back. Kahnso didn't know what to think just yet. In his mind the pussy-eating was through but here came the caribou's taut hindquarters along his chest. He could feel the wet warmth of her cunt through his fur getting closer and closer to his face. To give her room, he put his paws over his head.

Giving no warning, Comet outright sat on Kahnso's face. At first the rockstar thought to eat more pussy, but no - Comet's hot asshole ground bluntly on his nose and lips and his task was implicit. Fortunately for Comet, Kahnso was a kinky fellow as his music promised. He slobbered and suckled her pucker with as much lewd hunger as she'd come to expect from him.

Comet took less pleasure from this rimming than she did from the carpet munching. Much like how Kahnso was getting his rocks off mostly in the taboo thrill of it all, she grinned at the very concept of his eager ass-eating. In the interest of cementing her dominance, Comet reached back and gripped his hair again while she ground her slightly sweaty ass back onto his face.

Soon Comet started to hump Kahnso's muzzle. With its long length and soft fur, it was a good ride. As she took the initiative, Kahnso's slobbering and smooching tapered off but Comet was used to boys getting complacent when she grabbed the reigns. Since Comet was already tired of the rimjob and in fact wanted to get that knot up in her before someone drove by, she didn't feel shorted when she pulled off of his snout.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Comet rumbled to Kahnso as she turned around and hovered over him on all-fours, "Quite eager to munch my arsehole, aren't you?"

"Come on, baby, you're dynamite," Kahnso huffed. "And I'm no prude. I'll lick anything."

"Spoken like a true manwhore," Comet sneered with a prod on Kahnso's nose. For the grand finale she stood up and squatted above Kahnso's loins and when she felt his dense, pointed shaft against her pussylips, she both huffed and gripped the shaft's middle. The sheer size of Kahnso's cock in relation to her body wasn't something that could be overstated. Comet knew that by all rights, something as thick as that cock had no business in her pussy. As with her choice to be a cop, Comet always loved to challenge herself.

Slowly the caribou penetrated herself. She found Kahnso's tapered tip easy to maneuver in but the stretch to was sudden and dramatic. As she passed four inches, she closed her eyes, bit her lip and tilted back her head. Seven inches and she groaned and started to pull back up. When Kahnso thought the caribou was giving up, she ground back down and forced her way down to ten inches and so on in little bursts until her cunt felt very full indeed and Kahnso's knot pulsed against the wedged-open folds of her pussy.

"Good fucking gawd," Comet grunted. "I've met smaller stallions."

"Heard that one before," Kahnso smugly chuckled. The grin on his face was massive and toothy, fitting only a big-cocked stud. "Damn, girl, ride me..."

I'm trying, you bastard, Comet thought. Outwardly she kept her composure well as she reamed her pussy out along the rockstar's endowment. She could feel every throbbing vein therein against her vaginal walls. Flexible though she was, it felt as if her pussyflesh was stretched thin like canvas. There was quite a lot of pain in the ride but so was there an incredible amount of pleasure. Her snatch drooled its warm honey down Kahnso's penis, slicking up both the very flesh she was riding on and the fat knot down below to hopefully prepare it. Adding to the lubrication and the pleasure was Kahnso's constant pre.

Comet played with her tits in lieu of Kahnso's bound paws doing so. She thought he could reach them if he tried but he was simply lying there passively with a grin on his face. Comet could deal with that considering what she was getting.

Every time she pressed downward, Comet ground her pussy in against the fox's knot. The excited throb of it against her snatch was like a more subdued vibrator against her clit and the result was a groaning, grinning caribou. To gain purchase and give herself more leverage with which to grind downward, Comet gripped Kahnso's beater and the flesh beneath, digging her fingers into it all. She huffed in bliss and ever savored her dominance over the huge creature.

Beneath Comet's hands, Kahnso's chest heaved both in breathing and when he arched into her touch. Though he still grinned, this face often broke into a moan and his entire body quaked with what was fast becoming overwhelming pleasure. The simple tightness and warmth of Comet's passage was far too much for a well-hung stud to bear, to say nothing of the taboo thrill.

A proud Comet rode upon Kahnso with hastening bucks and a persistent moan in her throat. As she quickened, the wet slide of her pussy along Kahnso's shaft devolved into a harsh slap as her lips pounded down into his knot and consequently, her entire body quaked with what had to be an oncoming climax. Both parties had begun to wonder if that knot would ever find its way inside and Comet herself had the most strong doubts. Already it seemed like her snatch was stretched to its full capacity. A fist-sized bulge like Kahnso's knot was challenging to say the least and it had been ages since she had tried something so slutty and stupid.

On the topic of slutty and stupid, Comet pondered the moment itself. Fucking out in the middle of nowhere; poisonous stinging and biting critters every which way; her professionalism compromised; and her dream job terminated if the wrong person happened to stop by for a look. Just like how the taboo and the thrill bolstered Kahnso's pleasure, so did it heighten what Comet felt. It similarly strengthened her resolve and she was more determined than ever to feel that fat knot inside of her.

Putting to work all of the strength in her in her athletic legs, Comet slammed her supple cunt down against that knot over and over again. Kahnso himself had given in to simply braying like an animal as his pleasure ebbed and flowed ever closer to an inevitable climax but Comet was more reserved, albeit just barely, with her heavy groans and constant panting. She left one hand braced on Kahnso's hot body but she fondled her tits with the other and abused her nipples. Outright self-abuse got her off like nothing else could. Had she been in the comfort of her own home with all the time in the world she might have drawn it out and maybe tried Kahnso's cock up her ass, but time was a luxury she didn't have. It all came down to that harsh, fervent fucking and she felt the last sweet twinges of pleasure before her climax struck.

Just beginning to grunt in the throes of her orgasm, Comet smashed down into Kahnso's bulbous knot with everything she had. The juices of her squirt provided her with the last bit of necessary lubrication and in the knot went with a slick, wet slurp. Comet's cry cut through the still night air. Kahnso joined her with a more reserved howl of pleasure and a dramatic arch of his spine. He fell slack on his back just after, left panting and grunting as Comet's pussy gripped and massaged his throbbing and twitching penis. A moment later he clenched his teeth into a gnash and he blasted his spunk up into the caribou for a very messy load which the cop would be carrying with her for the rest of her beat.

"Ah... Ah, god, bloody fucking tourists," Comet panted. "Americans are supposed to be fat and have small willies."

"Jesus," Kahnso said in a chuffed huff. "Are you gonna get these fucking cuffs off of me now?"

The caribou wriggled on Kahnso's knot and laughed impishly. "The key is in my squad car. Looks like you'll be dealing with them just a bit longer," teased Comet as she scanned the highway again.