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It was a cool night, just on the cusp between spring and summer, the kind of night that begged him to find someone to race. He was sitting at a stop light, idly revving the engine, when a black Charger pulled up behind him. It was late enough that he couldn't see the driver clearly with the lights playing over his rear-view mirror, so he couldn't tell if it was the same punk kid he'd beaten several times in the last month, or maybe someone new. It was such a pity when a driver didn't know how to handle his machine. Still, wiping the stupid grin off that punk's face would be a nice way to spend the evening.

The light changed, and he eased forward and into the left lane, letting the Charger come up beside him at the next light, which was also red. He revved his engine and let up on the clutch slightly to let his baby lurch forward. The Charger did the same, and a huge grin crossed his face. A few more lurches, and he was sure it was the same punk kid in his daddy's big black muscle car. With both hands on the wheel, he revved the engine one last time but didn't let her lurch forward; this time he was watching the light.

The red light went green, and both cars peeled out, his sweet little WRX wagon gaining the lead with no problem whatsoever. It was such a pity that some guys just didn't know what they had under their hood. He shifted into second, then up into third, pulling further ahead of the punk; one more shift, and he was in the clear.

That's when it happened.

Red and blue lights erupted on the Charger, the sound of a police siren echoing in the night over the racing engines as the big black car slid in behind him. "FUCK!" Tama slammed his foot down and took the next right without waiting to see if anyone was heading through the red. Heart racing, he took the next right and then a left when the light permitted, causing a few late-night travelers to honk and yell curses at him, but the Charger stayed right on his tail.

"God damn it!" He jerked his shift into fourth and floored the accelerator, trying to coax more power out of his souped-up four cylinder engine, but he couldn't shake the Charger. It stayed right on his tail no matter what tricks he pulled. Who the hell was this guy? There was no one on the force that he knew of that had those kind of reflexes. There was no way he was going to let some pansy-assed cop take him in, not after all the years he'd spent building up his rep in the street racing community as one of the fastest around.

Two more turns and he was in the industrial area of town where abandoned warehouses squatted like the remains of giant trees felled and long since hauled away, the kind of place where sick, seedy businesses went to die. He gained just enough space to make a few fast turns into some little-known alleys and managed to shake his tail, though the lights were still far to close for his liking when he went to ground among the discarded piles of steel around the old mill.

Tamarack waited, one more silent, deathly shadow, until the siren faded and the lights disappeared, and his heart resumed something like a normal pace. He waited another half hour just to be on the safe side before he cautiously started his engine once more and left his hiding place. Back at his place, he sent out a query on the local racers chat group asking if anyone knew of a new cop who had racer instincts. Not expecting an immediate reply, he was about to turn his computer off when he got a message from one of the guys who had some kind of "in" with the police force.

@Taillights: Ah, you've had a run in with our new boy in blue have you?

SpeedHunter: You could say that. Any news on who and what he is?

@Taillights: Bad news! They brought him in from Indianapolis; he's had formal driver training. Don't you read the news?

SpeedHunter: Must have missed that story. How long has he been in town?

@Taillights: About a week. Word is he's after you and a few others. Seems our local boys in blue haven't been able to catch you.

@Taillights: Here's a link to the story... www.YourTownNews.com/NewCopInTown

SpeedHunter: Thanks man I owe you.

@Taillights: Damn right you do!

Tamarack chuckled at that and clicked on the link. Once it loaded, he found himself staring at the most handsome German Shepherd he'd ever seen. He had deep brown eyes that looked almost pretty, surrounded as they were by black fur that looked like mascara. There was a black diamond on his forehead that all but begged to be licked, and he had the typical black ears and nose of his breed. The rest of him was covered in blue, from his cap down to his ankles, though his bare black toes peeked from under the hem of his dress pants. He filled out the uniform well, with strong shoulders that stopped just short of overly-muscled and a basket area that made Tama drool just looking at it.

His name, when Tama managed to pull his eyes away from the picture long enough to read the article, turned out to be David Frost. He had indeed just transferred in from Indianapolis, and according to the article's author was one of the fastest amateur drivers on the circuit up there. In the past year, he'd won several prizes in the open races they held once a month -- not always first place, but usually in the top five. With his head full of new information, Tama undressed for bed, turning the light out and lying there for a while contemplating what this meant.

* * * * *

David slammed his fist into the side of the soda machine and swore lustily.

"Hey, man, what's wrong?" David had seen the wolf around a few times but never gotten his name.

"Just feeling my age I guess..." He slipped a dollar into the newly-abused machine, followed by a few quarters, and punched the button for a Mountain Dew. Despite the police brutality, the machine performed its function and dutifully dispensed the beverage.

The wolf chuckled softly, shaking his head, "You're the new guy that just transferred in, right? You can't be more than about 25 at the most." He held a paw out to the Shepherd and canted his head. "Sullivan, Seamus Sullivan."

David shrugged slightly and shook the offered paw. "Nice guess; I'm actually 29. David Frost. No relation to Jack, I'm afraid." The last came out deadpan, as if he'd heard the joke one too many times in the past.

The wolf chuckled dryly. "Pleased to meet you. Since we have established that it can't be your age, what's got your tail in a twist?" He put his large well-muscled shoulder against the soda machine and folded his arms over his chest.

David took a swig of his soda then sighed. "They brought me in to take care of the street racers, but I'm having trouble finding them! I ran across one of them tonight, but he gave me the slip."

Sullivan arched a brow, his ears perking up. "Haven't you found their forum yet? Damn Peterson! He was supposed to give you the details so you could create a new user name and find out where they meet for those races of theirs." He pushed himself up off the machine and headed into the main office where most of the force had desks. "Peterson!"

David followed along at a safe distance, not sure he wanted to be there when the wolf and this Peterson met up. He was surprised when an older bull dog stood up from behind his desk and snarled "What do you want, Sullivan?" with enough hatred in it to make the Shepherd's neck ruff stand on end.

"Where is the report you were supposed to give the new kid on those street racers? He should have had that last week." The wolf leaned over the dog's desk and glared into his milky old eyes. "Or did you lose it like you lost the files on the Sherman kit?" The whole room went quiet as the two faced off over the suddenly insubstantial seeming bit of oak.

For a few moments they both just growled at each other showing their teeth, but after a bit the bulldog broke out in a loud guffaw, which was echoed by a deep chuckle from the wolf. David had no idea what the hell was going on at this point. He thought they were going to come to blows a few moments before, but now they seemed like old buddies having a laugh at his expense. Once the office was back to something like the normal level of background noise, Sullivan turned to David and beckoned him over. The Bulldog looked like he wanted to rip David's head off as the young Shepherd approached.

"Now Peterson, is that any way to treat a pup?" Sullivan said taking a file folder from the older dog and leafing through it quickly. "He's doing the same thing we did when we started out, just trying to hold his head together in this mad world."

Peterson snorted once, then dismissed the pair of them with a wave of his paw as Sullivan moved to meet David, "He's a little grumpy since they brought you in to take over from him. Didn't like the idea of a young pup being able to do what he hasn't been able to."

David looked over Sullivan's shoulder at the bulldog and frowned slightly, "Looks like he's about to retire...?" He wasn't sure but it certainly looked like the dog was clearing his personal effects off that desk.

Sullivan looked back for a moment then slipped his arm around the younger canine's shoulders. "Don't you worry about Peterson. What say we have a look at that file and see if we can't solve your problem a little for you?"

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Tamarack rolled his eyes, another new member, this one calling himself SpeedRacer, as if he hadn't seen that anime a million times when he was a kit. Ah well, maybe he'd have a vehicle worth testing his baby against.

SonicBoom: Welcome to the group, SpeedRacer; what do you drive?

@Taillights: Probably one of those little eco cars...

RacerTrash: LOL!

SpeedHunter: Guys give him a chance to answer you already.

SpeedRacer: Thank you SH. I drive a little blue WRX wagon, maybe you've seen it around town? Managed to outrun the cops just last week.

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SonicBoom: Sounds like your ride Hunter.

@Taillights: Exactally like his ride.

@EatMyDust: Fucking poser! Dude if you're going to claim someone else's vehicle at least make it one that's not as well known.

SpeedRacer has been banned from Street Racer Haven

Banned by EatMyDust for POSER!

@EatMyDust: Sorry about that Hunter. Its been awhile since we had one of those little brats who wanted to pretend to be one of the big boys.

SpeedHunter: Hey no problem at all, you handled it before I had a chance to even say anything.

@EatMyDust: Wasn't hard to spot this one, imagine claiming to have your ride 'specially after we all heard about how easily you lost that big black Charger in the old mill.

SonicBoom: Hey anyone seen BlueStreak lately? I have some information that he was asking for.

RacerTrash: naw man haven't seen him in weeks starting to think he bailed on us or got boosted by the boys in blue.

Smoker: Maybe he finally got pissed off enough at our disregarding the law and buggered off

@EatMyDust: now now smoker we can't go passing judgment on people who aren't like us. He never turned any of us in now did he?

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@Taillights: Didn't you learn the first time poser?

Mach5 has been banned from Street Racer Haven

Banned by Taillights for IP address poser!

SpeedHunter: Okay... and on that note I am out for the night. See you guys on Saturday at the usual spot.

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Saturday evening David pulled his Charger up behind a little Honda S2000 and chuckled at the sticker in the back window that read "Eat my dust, Poser!" These guys were anything but subtle. He put the car in park and slid out, locking her up with the chirping sound that most of the auto locks had. As he walked along the line of cars toward the unassuming little diner, he read several other id's that he'd met in the chat room. Taillights, SonicBoom, even RacerTrash, who apparently drove a big F150, the new Raptor model that was supposed to tear it up-off road.

His eyes widened when he spotted the little blue WRX he'd had the run in with a few weeks before, noting that this driver too had put his online id in his back window, SpeedHunter. That was one individual he was looking forward to meeting; that guy had some skills when it came to racing, even if it did mean he was going to have a bitch of a time catching him.

Checking himself over once more he frowned. Was the jean jacket too much or just the right touch? Ah well... too late to worry about it now. The door opened and he went in just as a fox was on his way out. He was typical enough as far as foxes went, with pretty golden eyes and that adorable little black mustachio. Normally, David wouldn't have paid him a second glance, knowing the reputation foxes had, but he had on a pair of jeans that hugged his legs and ass to perfection. It made David stop for a moment and admire him from behind. He was a little shorter than David's six foot stature, but that just made him all the more appealing to the Shepherd.

As if the fox realized he was being admired, his tail did a little swish that accentuated the movement of his hips and gave David the momentary idea that he was being flirted with. He felt himself stirring in a way he hadn't since he moved to this godforsaken town, drawn toward the unconscious flirtations of the unknown fox. Giving himself a mental shake, the Shepherd turned and headed into the diner. No time to follow that up now; he had work to do.

* * * * *

Sundays sucked! This one was no different. It had dawned dark and dreary, overcast with huge black clouds that opened up just as Tama was about to go out. Fat drops of rain quickly matted his head and shoulder fur to his body and made him itch when he slid into the drivers seat. His mood didn't lighten one white as he went about doing his errands around town. He'd just finished picking up the few groceries that he needed when the clouds finally parted and the late evening sun broke through. "It's about time," he grumbled into the empty car as he pulled out onto one of the main thruways downtown.

He was idling gently at a red light, minding his own business, when one of the black Chargers pulled up beside him. He couldn't be sure if it was the punk kit or the cop, so he pretended he didn't see it. The Charger lurched forward, engine revving a few times, then lurched again. Cops weren't supposed to bait -- entrapment rules. Had to be the punk kid then. He revved his own engine a few times and let his baby lurch, then focused on the lights.

The green came and the Charger spun out, squealing the tires and spitting out black smoke. For just a moment, he was neck and neck with the big black car, but then he pulled ahead, a smirk on his lips. He was nearly a car length in front of the Charger, when the next light suddenly changed to yellow. He gunned the engine and slid through with mere moments to spare, expecting the Charger to back off, but the big car went right through the red after him.

"Stupid kit is going to get someone killed!" He slid into the right lane and around a corner heading for a less populated area of town, expecting the Charger to follow.

He wasn't disappointed.

Another right and a left later, they were barreling down a little-used stretch of road in the industrial section of town. Just as he went past the old mill, another Charger pulled out behind the first. "Well hello, my little blue friend." He egged the first Charger on a little, slowing down himself so that the larger car could catch up, then gunned it again to make the punk was aware that he'd let him catch up.

He stayed right beside the Charger for a few more feet, then peeled off into a side alley just as the second Charger turned his lights on. Laughing like a fool, he took the next left and went to ground, cutting his engines and leaving the Chargers to battle it out. As the siren came to a stop, he cautiously turned his car engine back on and headed in that direction.

A little mouse with purple hair, dressed all in black and purple with strategically ripped jeans was throwing her hands in the air gesturing wildly as the large German Shepherd calmly took a pair of handcuffs and turned the mouse around to start the arrest process.

Tama slid past them at a reasonable pace and waved to the mouse, then blew a flirtatious kiss at the cop, wiggling his fingers in a cute little gesture that challenged the big dog to catch him if he could. He maintained the approved speed for this area as he continued on past them.

* * * * *

David cursed under his breath as the car that he knew had to belong to SpeedHunter peeled off, leaving him no choice but to follow the other black Charger. He hit the lights and siren, all the while cursing that blasted racer for feeding him the other Charger -- classic case of not outrunning the bear, just the other hunter you were with. When the WRX drove past, after David had engaged in the arrest proceedings, he was tempted to take his gun out and shoot one of the tires out so he could take the... His eyes widened as he realized it was the same fox he'd just missed at the diner the day before. The little kiss he blew and those taunting fingertip waves had him torn between wanting to shoot the tire out and wanting to throw the fox over the hood of his car and trying something with a larger bore and a higher calibre...

The little mouse who was driving her Daddy's car was a fireball. Noticing his momentary distraction, she tried to elude him and get back into her car, as if that would do any good. As he went through the arrest process, she kept threatening to sue him for arresting her, coming up with all kinds of bogus charges she was going to lay on him. Even pointing out that she was being recorded did little to silence her. By the time he got her to the station, he had already radioed in, found out she had several outstanding speeding tickets, and managed to get a female cop to meet him at his car so he'd have some help maneuvering the little rodent out of the back seat without risking molestation charges and taking her in the station.

An hour and a half later, he was finally rid of the little nuisance. He fell into the chair at his desk and went limp with a huge sigh.

A soft snort was followed by, "What's up, pup? Had a rough night?" from Sullivan who was in his own chair across the double desks from David.

David pulled himself up in his chair and turned to face the older canine. "SpeedHunter gave me the slip again, this time handing me a little firecracker of a mouse who had over a dozen speeding violations and was driving her father's car without his knowledge. I suppose I should thank him for putting her into my paws, but I wanted him! Then he had the gall to come back past while I was in the process and blow me a kiss..." He let his head thunk down onto the hard oak surface heavily. "I can't understand how he keeps giving me the slip."

Sullivan chuckled softly. "Maybe you need a little help. From what you've been telling me, he prefers the old industrial part of town, right? Where there aren't that many innocent bystanders who could get caught up in the process." He grinned as the younger male's ears perked up. "I might be an old dog, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

David was at the end of his rope by this time and willing to take just about any assistance he could get. "Alright, what's your take on this? Any ideas on how we catch the uncatchable?"

There was only a moment's pause before the older dog nodded. "We give him a situation he can't resist."

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@Taillights: Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Hey SpeedHunter, BlackKnight has a challenge for you.

SpeedHunter: Oh yeah? Who's BlackKnight?

BlackKnight: That would be me. I heard how you fed that punk kit to the cops last night and I want to see if I can't do better than she did.

RacerTrash: Throw down in SRH! I love it!

SonicBoom: Where you going to do it so we can all come along and watch SH hand you your ass?

SpeedHunter: And what makes you think that kit had anything to do with you BlackKnight?

BlackKnight: We drive the same car. But I handle it better!

@EatMyDust: Too many fucking black Chargers around these parts. You should take him up on it SpeedHunter and take his pinks if he wins so that the ride is in paws that deserve it.

BlackKnight: Hey now hold up there. Who said anything about a bet?

SpeedHunter: That's just EatMyDust's age talking. He thinks he's from the fifties...

BlackKnight: Alright then. I heard you like the old industrial part of town that true?

RacerTrash: SH is into protecting the innocent.

SonicBoom: Yep he won't race no where that people can get hurt if he can avoid it. That's why he fed that mouse to the cops.

SpeedHunter: I do like that area of town, are you suggesting you'd like to find out if I live up to my name?

BlackKnight: What do you mean by that?

@Taillights: It means that the mouse was running reds when the race was over so SpeedHunter dragged her ass in front of the cops so she'd be off the streets for a while. We do have some rules and etiquette you know.

Smoker: Alright guys I'm out. The old lady wants my attention for a while. Let me know where this is all going down so I can keep an eye on it will you?

RacerTrash: You got it Smoker.

Smoker has left Street Racer Haven "Later guys!"

BlackKnight: Hell yes I am. I'm challenging you to see if you can beat a real man behind the wheel of a Charger instead of some little kit.

@Taillights: And the gloves come off...

@EatMyDust: Are you going to let him talk to you like that SpeedHunter?

RacerTrash: I think he needs someone to duct tape his mouth shut before it gets him into trouble... oops too late!

SpeedHunter: Accepted, Saturday 1 AM starting at the old mill and running down water street around the curve and back to the old mill by way of Jackson square.

@Taillights: Yep, dead mans curve is his specialty.

@EatMyDust: The switch back on Water street's just as bad.

RacerTrash: I'll be the one at the finish line selling popcorn!

BlackKnight: Saturday 1 AM, don't be late!"

BlackKnight has left Street Racer Haven "Chivalry is not a thing of the past!"

SpeedHunter: When did he join the group anyway?

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Friday night at 12:45 AM cars had already started to gather in the old mill parking lot.

Word had spread.

Not only where the guys from Street Racer Haven all there, but RacerTrash's off road buddies were there, as well as some of the local hot-rodders. The surprising bit was the number of out-of-town plates in the gathering.

It wasn't so surprising when BlackKnight rolled up with an Indianna plate of his own on his big black Charger. There was a decal in the back window of a knight on horseback done in black. Tama snorted to himself at the showiness of the car itself; the decal was repeated on the hood in a matte finish that made it stand out when light shone directly on it. Shaking his head, he got out of his WRX and headed for the makeshift start/finish line just in front of it that had been spray-painted on the old blacktop.

"Evening, Taillights." He inclined his head to the grizzled old lioness who stood between where he was parked and BlackKnight's Charger was.

She inclined her head and winked at him before turning to yell at the top of her formidable lungs. "Do we have a challenger?"

The Charger's driver's side door opened and ejected a bull that looked like he had to fold himself in half to fit inside the car. He was fully 9 feet tall and at least 4 or 5 wide across the shoulders. He had eyes that looked black in the darkness and a coat that seemed to absorb what little light there was and suck it in. His horns, all 6 inches of them, were the only reflective surface he had, shining a dull light when he turned his head. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans that clung to his body like a second skin, and a white v-neck t-shirt with one sleeve rolled up to hold his cigarettes. In short, he looked like he'd just walked out of the '50's. He was a wall of muscle, even his basket area was huge, though privately Tama would lay money that he stuffed.

A hush ran over the assembled racers and hangers-on when the bull stomped up to the starting line, dwarfing the red fox who would be his opponent for the evening.

"BlackKnight, I presume?" Taillights asked politely, and at the bull's nod, she went on with basic rules. "You both have done this before, so we'll keep it short. Once around the predetermined course; the one who comes in first wins. Keep it clean; we're here for a race, not a smash up derby, got it?" She made eye contact with the bull first then turned to Tama with her stern gaze as well. When they had both nodded their agreement, she grinned, showing decidedly sharp incisors. "Right then. Off to your cars, boys; let's get this show on the road."

Tama held his hand out to the bull, but he was ignored as the larger male maneuvered his bulk back toward his Charger. Shrugging it off, the fox calmly walked to his little wagon and slid into his comfortable seat. Taillights raised the flashlight she'd use to signal the start. She guided both contenders to the line then looked to make sure everyone was clear of the proposed track as far as she could see down the road. Once she was sure the way was clear, she turned back to the racers and waved her light three times across in front of herself, then pointed it directly toward the space between them.

At her signal, the engines revved, and the cars leaped from the standstill into motion. Tama wasn't aware of much beyond the road in his headlights and the car that was just a little behind and to his right. He had the advantage here, being familiar with the route, but the larger car had little trouble keeping up with him through the switchback on Water Street. They tore past little-used buildings, the streetlights making eerie pools of light in the darkness as they neared dead man's curve.

Tama slammed the shift into third and punched the breaks taking the curve wide. The Charger barreled past him and he cursed under his breath: The idiot was going too fast! Tama scooted as far out as he could at the apex of the curve, trying to keep an eye on the bull, but as he pulled into the far lane to exit the curve, he watched in horror as the Charger rolled out of control, once, twice, then screeched to a stop up against the guard rails.

He slowed down long enough to see the bull exit the driver's side and raise a fist in his general direction. He put his foot down once more. If the bull was able to curse at him, he wasn't hurt badly, and the cops would be here in short order. He took the same route that the race was supposed to finish on and slowed down at the old parking garage to make sure his friends scattered.

RacerTrash's large equine shadow crossed a set of headlights waving his arms like he was herding the rest of them. Taillight's car went past him as silent as smoke, the grizzled old lady giving him a thumbs up as she passed on her way out the other side of the industrial park. EatMyDust and SonicBoom, indistinguishable at this distance due to driving the same model Honda S2000, took off in opposite directions, one going east while the other went west, to exit the industrial area in the residential districts. The hot-rodders were all spinning their wheels in the dirt of the old mill's parking lot unable to get much purchase with their specialized tires until they hit the old asphalt. All in all, it looked as if everyone was going to make it out.

Or it had looked that way, until the night lit up with red and blue lights from every damn direction! "FUCK ME!" Tama shoved his car into second and darted into the old parking garage, hoping that he'd be lost in the confusion. He cut his lights and rolled down the ramps with the car in neutral, taking it nice and slow so he wouldn't hit the pilings that held the upper levels in place. He parked on one of the lowest levels and jumped out. Sprinting up to the next level, he peered through the rusting bars to see if anyone made it out. Most of the out-of-towners were caught in the net the police had laid down, not knowing the roads as well as the locals. Taillights was free and clear, but RacerTrash was pinned against the hood of his F-150 like a bug against the windscreen. EatMyDust was no where in sight, nor was SonicBoom; however, two of the hot rods were running circles around a patrol car, blowing up all kinds of dust that made it nearly impossible to see if anyone else had made it out of the trap.

* * * * *

David watched the net close with satisfaction. He'd caught a good number of the racers in there, but with all the dust being thrown up, there was no chance he'd know if he caught SpeedHunter in the mix. Still, all in all, it was a good night's work. He turned and went back to his Charger, patting the hood softly before he slid into the drivers seat.

His radio was spitting out all kinds of chatter, when suddenly Sullivan's voice broke through: "Lost Sheep to Shepherd, Lost Sheep to Shepherd, come in Shepherd." He sighed and once again made a note to kill the wolf for the horrible call signs.

Keying the mic he, responded, "Shepherd here, what's up, Lost Sheep?"

"The fox is in the hen house. About three floors down from your current 20."

For a moment David, didn't believe what he'd just heard. "Come back on that?"

A deep sigh from the wolf. "I said, the fox is in the hen house. Get your tail down three stories and you can catch him yourself!" Then a pause followed by, "Locked the front door down. He's all yours, Shepherd."

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One of the cruisers pulled up right in front of the exit from the garage he was hidden in. The officer inside picked up his radio, presumably to have a conversation with another officer, and Tama figured he was going to move on shortly, but he started fiddling with his personal computer.

"What in the world is that cop doing?" Tama wondered out loud when he had been there for nearly a quarter hour, long after most of the racers had scattered to the wind or been taken into custody.

A soft chuckle from just behind him made him jump, and was followed by a soft voiced, "Giving me time to find you in the dark." Before he could even think to do anything he felt his left wrist captured in a large paw, the sensation was so comforting that he didn't bother struggling, not even when he felt the metal bracelet slipping around his wrist.

It wasn't until he felt a paw sliding down his right arm toward his wrist that he realized what was happening. "Hey now!" He tried to pull away but the large paw had a strong if strangely tender grip on him, and he was forced into the second bracelet before he could manage to slip free.

All he succeeded in doing was turning himself so that his face was pressed against the soft blue fabric of the cop's shirt. His brain registered strong muscles and a tantalizing scent that was only barely masked by the smell of fabric softener. "Tsk, tsk," clucked a tongue that sounded more sensual than litigious, "and here I was worried you'd be hard to capture." That soft deep voice had him lifting his muzzle to see if he could match a face to it. He uttered a sharp gasp when he found himself looking into the dark eyes of none other than the German Shepherd who had been hunting him for the last month.

* * * * *

David chuckled softly once more and lifted his paw to the underside of the fox's muzzle. "I'll take that as a compliment." There was something about the way the fox looked that made David want to kiss him. But that was pleasure, and this was business.

* * * * *

Tama saw that burning desire cross the canines' eyes before it was crushed out and his own eyes twinkled. "Finally caught me. But was I worth the chase?" He nuzzled the big chest lightly making a soft pleased sound in the back of his throat. "Wouldn't it be a shame to have to lock me up when you could let me go with a warning and then hunt me down again?" Those big paws tightened on his shoulders for a moment then lifted up and away as the large canine lifted them over his head, his eyes widening as if in shock or surprise. It was almost too easy to let himself slide down to his knees and nuzzle the front of his pants for him. "Imagine all the fun you could have tracking me down again..."

For a moment, he thought the big police dog was going to back away from him; by all rights, he should, since accepting sexual favors to let someone go was considered bribery, and could get him fired. But the moment passed, and he felt the solid shape behind the material that covered the dog's groin.

* * * * *

David's breath caught in his throat as the adorable fox slid down his body and started nuzzling his groin. This was the kind of moment they warned him about in the academy, the moment of choice that proved you were a good cop or let you slip over into the darker side. He steeled himself to step back lifting his hands up and forcing himself to breath again... but something stopped him. Maybe it was the loneliness he felt in being so far from home. Maybe it was the desire he saw burning in those golden eyes. He was never able to figure it out... but he didn't step back away from that seeking muzzle, not even when the fox used his tongue to find the tab of his zipper and then his teeth to pull it down slowly.

* * * * *

Tamarack couldn't believe he as actually doing this. Sure, foxes had a reputation for being free with themselves, but he was usually much more reserved. Still the scent of the large officer's arousal drew him on, pressing his nose in between the edges of the zipper to get a better whiff of him. He was just nosing up along that hard shape looking for the elastic that held the remaining cloth over it when his ears picked up the skitter of loose stones bouncing down the concrete.

"What the hell is this?" a gruff voice exclaimed. Tama was about to pull his head back and look up when he felt the firm pressure of those large strong Shep's paws on the back of his head holding him still.

That soft deep voice responded from above him, "It's called a blow job, Sullivan; perhaps you've heard of them?" The hard shape under his nose jumped everytime he exhaled, making his mouth water to find out if it tasted as good as it smelled.

* * * * *

Sullivan crossed his arms over his chest and stared at David over the fox's head. "I know what a blow job is, pup, why are you letting that guy give you one?"

David stared him down, his fingers running over the back of the fox's head to keep him pressed against his groin. "Because he offered, and it sounded like a good idea at the time." He took in Sullivan's aggressive posture and arched a brow. "Don't tell me you don't like guys? Hell, you've likely had this fellow's mouth on you already, from the glory hole down at the Stetson."

Sullivan's eyes widened and he swallowed hard before he replied, "You know about that?"

"Hell, Sullivan, the whole station knows about that." The fox wasn't doing anything except breathing now, but every breath made the Shep's cock ache for more. He looked down into those fathomless golden eyes and made a decision. If he was going to let the fox go for a sexual favor, it wasn't going to be just a blow job. His paws slipped from the smaller male's head to his shoulders, lifting and steadying him back to his feet. "If you want out of this without even a ticket, my boy, you'll have to do more than fall on your knees." He used his bulk to maneuver the smaller body toward his car.

* * * * *

For a few moments Tama was too scared to think, but as the cops kept up their conversation, he began to get the gist of it. When the Shepherd pulled away from his muzzle and lifted him to his feet, he started to struggle. "No way, I draw the line at blowing you..." But his struggles were useless and his words fell on deaf ears. Looking at the other cop, a wolf, he begged with his eyes even before he started pleading. "Come on, let me go! Hell take me in, just don't..." But again, he found his protests falling on deaf ears.

The large body that had some how gotten behind him pushed him down over the still warm hood of the Charger and held him there effortlessly with one paw while his other paw busied itself unfastening Tama's jeans. "Huh, just a few moments ago you were willing to do just about anything to get out of the arrest, and now you're protesting? There aren't any cameras down here, little todd." The words might have been harsh but when uttered in that smooth deep voice, they made Tama's knees go weak.

"David!" The wolf, whose name appeared to be Sullivan, barked as he took a few steps forward. "What do you think you're doing?" He looked torn between stopping what he was seeing and wanting to jump in himself.

The Shepherd growled softly, "Taking advantage of what was offered." He pushed Tama's pants and underwear down letting out a low moan as he saw all that lush red fur. Tama was torn between two emotions: First, he was afraid of what was about to happen to him, but at the same time, he was eager to find out what the large police dog had in mind.

The other police officer moved closer to the front of the car, not quite in range to touch Tama but close enough the fox could smell the scent of his own arousal rising from his pants. For a moment, Tamarack was torn, but the look of pure lust in the wolf's eyes and the scent of that heavy arousal as well as the sight of his bulging pants made the decision for him. He looked up into the wolf's eyes and licked his lips as slowly and lewdly as he could, even as his ears folded back in a show of embarrassment.

* * * * *

David was having trouble constraining himself to move slowly, he wanted to shove himself into the fox right then and there but that would likely cause a lot of pain and he didn't want to hurt the fox, just rail him! Just then Sullivan whined in the back of his throat and David looked up to see what his trouble was.

The wolf's eyes were on the fox, who seemed to be teasingly offering what he'd been about to do to David only moments before.

He'd never shared a partner before but damn if the idea of watching Sullivan's prick disappear into the fox's mouth didn't make his cock twitch and drool all the more. "Go for it, Sullivan; it's just like the glory hole only better, you can make sure he doesn't pull off until you're ready, this way." His own button popped open in his hand and he reached into his jock to pull out the throbbing length of his arousal. "Promise I won't tell your wife." Then his attention was on the fox's ass once more and the tight looking little pucker that he intended to make his own.

* * * * *

Tamarack couldn't help jerking up a little when the heat of the dog's tip pressed against him so intimately. But it was only a momentary start on his part and he quickly went back to licking his lips. As the large wolf took another step toward him, he took a deep breath and said softly, "I won't bite..." That seemed to be all that the wolf needed to push him over. His hands fumbled at his pants, working the button then the zipper with trembling fingers. Tama let out an eager whine of his own as the wolf bared his groin and he got to see the size of that turgid cock. His eyes latched onto it, and he licked his lips again, this time trying to move closer to the wolf though he was pinned securely to the hood of the big black car. His eyes widened and he let out a startled cry as he felt the first pressure from the Shepherd easily parting his ring and letting that incredible heat into him.

Before he had a chance to recover from that, the wolf took advantage of his open mouth and he found himself skewered from both ends at the same time. It was almost too much, the combination of thick dog cock spearing into his ass and equally wide wolf cock spreading his lips. He struggled trying to lift his head or his hips off the car so he could get a moment's breathing space but neither of the larger males was having that. The Shepherd's paws held his hips firmly in place against the side of the car while the wolf had found and taken hold of Tama's collar in a death grip, forcing the fox's muzzle into the fur of his groin as he shoved the whole length of his cock as deep into Tama's throat as he could get it.

Tama found himself trying not to choke on the bulk that was thrust into his throat, his eyes welling up with tears as he tried to pull back off what felt like a monstrous cock. Mercifully, the wolf pulled back giving him a chance to breathe before he thrust once more, shoving right back into Tama's throat. It took a few more repetitions before he managed to relax enough that the wolf's thrusts didn't make him gag so badly. and he could start to enjoy the feeling of that large cock invading him.

The Shepherd seemed to have other ideas. He was working slowly, pressing around an inch of himself, then backing up a half inch as he worked the bulk of his cock into Tama's ass. Once he was able to process what the wolf was doing, Tamarack started shifting his hips back toward the dog as he pushed forward, enjoying the slow way that he was being penetrated and how it contrasted with the wolf's faster pace.

* * * * *

Even in the midst of working himself into the fox, David realized that there was a problem at the other end. "Sullivan, don't choke him to death! Fuck, man, take your damned time!" He paused until he was sure SpeedHunter was getting enough air in past the wolf's respectable girth.

Sullivan looked sheepishly at him over the fox's body, his ears folded down on either side of his head. "Sorry..." The wolf even put a paw on the fox's head and stroked his ears lightly in apology.

Satisfied, David nodded. "Better. God, I'd swear you never had a fucking blow job before, the way you're acting." With that sorted out, David went back to working himself into the prone body before him.

He was well past the midpoint of his length when the fox tightened up as he started to draw back once more. He paused, thinking that perhaps it was something Sullivan had done but when the smaller male lifted his hips pressing back toward him, David smiled to himself and obligingly pushed forward sinking the rest of his length into the warmth of the fox's embracing muscles. Without thinking about what he was saying he whispered, "Good boy," as he ground himself hard against that tight little ass. "Want some more, little todd?"

* * * * *

Not exactly sure what he wanted at this point, Tama just whined around the wolf cock, his ears flicking back toward the Shepherd when he heard that soft praise. His ears perked up every time that soft deep voice spoke, catching the warmth in it even as he found himself enjoying the unusual situation he found himself in. Somehow, the dog and the wolf started to work together, both thrusting into him at the same time and withdrawing in unison.

It was maddening.

He found himself first so full he didn't think he could take any more, and then nearly empty and longing for that fullness once more. With his hands cuffed behind his back he was unable to touch either of the larger men, forced as he was over the hood of the car. The more they moved the more he found he wanted them to keep going. His own cock was hanging loose between his thighs, begging for a little attention but hardly needing it.

The dog was good; every time his cock slid into Tama's body, he hit that spot inside the fox that made his cock jerk and pulse with need. He wasn't sure if it had been going on for minutes or hours when he felt the wolf's large knot swell and his balls pull up so they smacked him in the chin each time the canine thrust into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around the thick cock, trying as best he could to encircle the swollen knot and sucked at it encouragingly.

The wolf was almost too eager. He gripped Tama's collar and hair tighter and pulled hard as he thrust himself all the way into his throat. Tama looked up just in time to see him throw his head back and howl as his cock started pulsing, twitching, throbbing in his maw. It wasn't more than a few seconds before he got his first taste of wolf cum, sprayed straight into his throat before the wolf pulled back a little and the rest of his seed splashed against Tama's eager tongue.

The Shepherd was on his own schedule, he kept slowly feeding his length into Tama's body even as the wolf trembled as the last of his heavy load poured from him, Tamarack's tongue licking to get every last drop of it. Again and again he felt himself filled up from behind, the dog's knot pressing firmly against him but not like it was going to enter his body. That was one experience that Tama refused to forgo. He met the dog's next thrust with firm pressure, shoving himself back against the knot and whining softly in the back of his throat.

* * * * *

David paused with his cock shoved tight into the fox, his eyes widening slightly. "You want this, little foxie?" He ground his knot against the tight ring nearly going weak in the knees as he heard that pleading whine. He'd always been careful not to knot his sexual partners, ever since his first had claimed it hurt too much. No one he knew had been willing to try since then. But here was SpeedHunter practically begging him to do it. "You sure? It's pretty big..."

Sullivan's ragged breathing had slowed a little when the wolf gasped out, "Oh, fuck yes! Knot the little bitch!"

The sentiment was a little more harsh than David liked, but with the fox pressing back against him, and Sullivan's encouragement, he didn't waste time thinking about it. His paws tightened on the fox's hips and he started thrusting harder, shoving himself firmly against that tight little pucker, moaning every time he felt the swell of his knot meet that resistance and push past it a little more. He was panting harshly now, giving the fox everything he had as he slammed into his ass, trying to shove the bulk of his knot past the waning resistance.

For a moment, he was afraid the fox couldn't take it, and was about to back off when his next thrust was met with eager pressure from the smaller male that shoved past the resistance and literally sucked his knot into that tight little hole. His head fell back and he let out a howl that echoed off the concrete. His body, pent up from the long lonely nights, was overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, and he nearly collapsed against the fox as his balls exploded sending gouts of cum deep into the warmth of that willing body.

* * * * *

For Tamarack, it was like a mini explosion going off inside him, the sudden acceptance of the dog's large knot followed by those bursts of heat as he was filled with canine essence. His own body had been playing on the knife's edge long enough that the sudden release into him touched off his own orgasm and without even a brush against his cock. He shuddered and came all over the front side of the Charger, his seed spraying even onto the wheel as his cock pulsed uncontrollably.

For a few moments, the only sound was the harsh panting of the three males that seemed to fill the empty reaches of the abandoned garage. Sullivan recovered first, pulling his cock from Tama's mouth and turning to rest his ass against the Charger's grill. "That... was fucking intense!"

The big Shepherd leaned down over him, licking at his shoulder and nosing his collar. "You made a mess of my car, little fox. What are you going to do about that?" With the large dog's paws on either side of his body and his knot still lodged inside him Tama literally had no where to go. "I think you're going to have to clean that mess up before we let you go." He felt the shifts in the cops body as he pulled back against the knot checking to see if it had gone down enough to be able to pull out yet and whimpered grabbing at the front of his shirt where it was pressing down on his paws.

The big dog grunted softly and pressed back in tight against his backside giving him the full feeling that he was so craving right now. Again, he felt the dog's bulk over his back as he leaned down and whispered into his ear."Talk to me, little foxie, what is it you want?"

What did he want? God, he hadn't felt so content in years. It felt right being under the big dog, knowing that he was well and truly possessed in this moment. He swallowed hard, turning to look up into those dark eyes that were made unreadable in the dark of the parking garage. Aware of the wolf standing only a few steps away he whispered as softly as he could. "You. I want you."

* * * * *

David couldn't believe his ears. Okay, he'd spent a few weeks chasing down this fox, getting to know him in the chat room and all but that was a hell of a big step to take just from one chance encounter. Besides Sullivan had been a part of this as well. He needed to give himself time, to let things settle some before he did something stupid that both of them would end up regretting. So he petted the soft fur on the fox's head and whispered, "We'll see little foxie, we'll see." His knot was soft enough now to pull out and he did so, quickly tucking himself away and fastening his pants back up. Then an idea struck him, if the fox wanted him let him see what that meant. He'd had a few boyfriends walk because of some of his more demanding desires in the past so he'd put the fox to the test and see how he felt after that.

Reaching down David took the fox by the right arm and hauled him off the hood of the Charger. "You made a mess little boy. Now you're going to clean it up." He didn't so much force as guide the fox to his knees right there beside the car, pushing his head gently toward the white streaks on the fender and tire of the car. "Do a good job and you'll get a nice reward."

He glanced up when Sullivan made a sound in the back of his throat. The wolf's eyes were on the fox once more, this time hungry as if he couldn't wait to watch the smaller male licking up his own cum. Where David had tucked himself away already, Sullivan had let his cock simply hang out and now it was swelling once more as he watched in fascination the fox's tongue obediently flicking out to lick the white trails off the black paint.

Something about the wolf's look made David want to step between him and the fox to break off Sullivan's sight of the smaller male licking his car. It was a protective, possessive urge that he'd had a few times in the past but never let get the better of him. This time it was like a raging inferno inside him, not only did he want to make sure Sullivan couldn't see what the fox was doing, he wanted to force the wolf to leave. It was a dominant urge that he'd never felt to this level before.

Sullivan looked up at him and his eyes widened, then he lowered them and backed up a few steps his ears folding back and his tail tucking between his legs. "I'll just... go back up to my car then shall I?"

The immediate show of submission seemed to appease whatever it was inside David that insisted this was HIS fox. "Wait Sullivan, according to the law we can hold him for twelve hours without charging him... does it say he has to be held at the station?"

* * * * *

Tama's ears perked up when the dog started growling at the wolf, he so didn't want to be in the middle of a fight between the two of them. Not wanting to draw that menacing growl toward himself he diligently licked at the side of the car cleaning his cum stains from the paint with slow steady motions of his tongue. There was something about the combination of doing what the dog wanted and hearing him warn the wolf off that made Tamarack want to please him even more.

When they started talking about holding him for twelve hours he lifted his head, looking from one of them to the other with wide eyes. "Hey... you said you'd let me go..." but did he really want to be let go?

The wolf looked at the Shepherd who looked down at him and grinned, "I said nothing of the sort little foxie. You offered sex and I took you up on it, but I never said I was letting you go." He frowned slightly looking past Tama's head and pointed to his tire. "You missed a spot."

That was all it took for Tama to return to diligently seeking out the dribbles of his cum that had fallen to the tire. As he licked at the hot rubber a shiver went through him, was he really doing this just because the dog wanted him to? What did that say about him? He'd been wearing the collar for a while now because it felt right but... something about the dog's voice and the way he touched him made Tama want to please him more than he wanted anything else.

Sullivan seemed to think about the question for a moment then chuckled as he shook his head. "Nope nothing says we have to hold him at the station." The words sent a shiver of anticipation through Tama, making him close his eyes as he finished licking up the last of his cum.

Twelve hours.

A lot could happen in twelve hours.