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Description: Mike is furious. One of his felons escaped, and the other is not willing to cooperate one bit. There is only one thing left to do. Bring justice upon the accused!

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Mike busted into the interrogation room. The fox's panicky eyes flew away from the two canines that stood with their arms crossed next to him. Mike was the new threat now. They all knew. Even the scared fox.

"Y-you..."

"Yeah, me," Mike waved towards the door. "Give us the room please. I have a score to settle with my pal."

"He won't talk," the one with the glasses said.

"Charlie's right. You're wasting your morning. This kit might not speak now, but he'll sing once we put him behind bars. Cold steel and hard cock have a way of changing your perspective."

Mike wanted to agree. He left his two felines alone to come here. Sure, they had food and enough space to roam, yet the look in their eyes as he left through the door still made his legs weak whenever he remembered.

"You alright, Mike?"

The cheetah blinked. "Yeah, I'm fine," he patted sergeant Lars' arm.

"You look tired. Sure don't want a coffee to get some speed into that head?"

"Nah, I'm good," Mike smiled. "Just give me a couple of minutes. I know how to make this buffoon talk."

Once the door closed shut, Mike slammed his arms on the table and snarled at the fox with all the spite he could muster.

"Where is he?!"

"Wh-who?" the fox's ears went limp with fear.

"You know who!" Mike thundered.

The fox shivered as dust rose from the table.

"I ddd-don't...please... just...just leave me alone. I don't know anything, I swear!"

Mike grabbed him by that scrawny, patched neck. The fox's arms came under his, launching across the table to slam into his gut.

Mike drew back with a hard cough. "You just made the worst mistake of your life..."

He punched the fox hard in the chest, making him reel back. Then, he launched four fists at his gut. The lean muscle barely had any endurance to it. Mike felt his knuckles sink deeper than they had the right to, drawing a horrible, raspy heave from the slouching fox.

"Fuck...fuck you...I ain't telling jack, you beating son of a bitch. Where are my rights?" the fox's teary eyes looked up. "You can't touch me. I'll make sure my lawyer knows of this!"

"Your lawyer isn't here. I am," Mike hissed in his face. "You either tell me where your wolf buddy is, or you're going to be in a world of pain, buddy."

Warm spit slapped Mike's face harder than any palm. This was how defiance smelled, rancid, with a slight taste of disappointment.

Mike didn't strike back. Oh no. He knew exactly where a male hurt the most. One of his arms slammed the fox into the wall, then the other grabbed everything from waist down. Pants flew to his ankles, along with underwear and everything else, exposing the fox like a newborn cub. Mike grabbed that plump sheath like a snowball, then stroke up and down behind the lump of flesh that kept growing with each hard, unwanted throb.

"No no no no, please no."

"Your cock says otherwise," Mike sneered, pushing the engorged monster out with a sharp pull. Droplets of lubrication seeped into his fur.

"What...what the hell are you doing? I can't help you! I told you that I don't know jack about-"

Mike made him shut up with an elbow strike, then curled his claws towards the swollen veins of his hardened cock.

"See this? Your prick is about to have a very bad day. I'm going to ask one last time. Where is the wolf?"

The fox closed his eyes. Sobs wracked his weakened form. A trickle of urine spurted from his member, flowing in an arch between Mike's parting legs.

"You really are pathetic."

"Afraid. I'm...I'm afraid," the fox's muzzle trembled. "Told you I can't help. I'm innocent, but you beat me and threaten me and-"

Mike grabbed his muzzle. "Shut up. Just shut the fuck up you lying bastard. There's no way an operation of that magnitude used disposable thugs. You know your buddy. Deny it all you want, but do not lie to my face. The next time you open your muzzle, you will tell me his last known address, or you will sire cubs with a stump."

Mike pulled his hand back and waited. The fox drew in a shaky breath. His trembling arms rattled the chains that linked his cuffs together, and his ears splayed all the way down.

"Moragard factory."

"We busted that place up."

"You asked last known address. I gave it to you. What else do you want?"

Mike saw the sincerity in his eyes. Maybe the fox was right after all, but he didn't need to let him off the hook just yet. He sharply grabbed behind the hardened knot, then squeezed, pulling the rock hard cock towards him.

The fox spasmed once, twice, thrice, then splattered his milky seed in thick gushes along the table.

"Mrrruuuurrghhhh..."

"That's it, foxy. Give it to me. Let it all loose."

His hips shuddered with the need to thrust. The fox pushed back and forth in rhythm with the spurts, launching his ropes on the mahogany table, on the ground, even covering the back of the chairs with his milky essence.

When he finally stopped, Mike let go of his dangling cock and opened the door. The two canines rushed in, looking with a mixture of awe and disgust at the splattered table.

"He tried to cum on my face," Mike pointed at the panting fox. "Ultimate insult, he said. Fucking savage," the cheetah scratched the back of his neck. "Bring me a collar and a leash. If he wants to be an animal, then I'll treat him like one."

The bastard didn't dare to speak a single word as he was dragged out of the police station like a dog. With a hand fastened around the upper part of the black leash, Mike had a tight hold on his prisoner. He might have been submissive now, but there was no telling when that extra years of sentence were going to burst out.

Luckily, fight seemed to have fled from the fox's eyes. He looked down now, probably more ashamed with the collar than his nakedness. He was a prisoner outside a prison, and every pedestrian knew that.

"Get his scent. We won't be wandering around the whole city the whole day."

"There's too many. I can't-"

Mike tugged on the leash. "Try harder."

They walked towards the suburbs, where the crime rates were on the rise. Mike kept a close look on the alleys in case a gang member would stick up for the fox. It was a bad idea, assaulting a cop with a gun, but then again so was resisting arrest.

"Stop whining!"

"It hurts. The collar...so tight...can barely breathe..." the fox moaned.

"What do you expect? Presidential treatment?" Mike tightened his hold. "You're a convicted felon. Now, I don't mind the usual goon who deals in drugs or guns, but you crossed a line with those cats. Life shouldn't be bargained around, get that? Those cats deserve more than a life between bars."

The fox remained as silent as he could between his whining bouts. He pointed with his finger instead, guiding Mike towards the peripheral areas.

They ran, walked, and ran some more, changing one road for the other until they stood before a dilapidated motel.

"Are you sure he's here?" Mike asked as he inspected the building. It looked in shambles. Definitely the perfect hiding place for a fugitive.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Something's not right..."

Mike took a step towards the motel. And that's when the gunshot came.

Mike jumped back. Another bang came, whistling just past his ear. He jumped out of the road, rolling through dirt and grass until he came to a stop. The gunshots stopped. Mike took his own gun out when he realized both of his hands were free.

"Fuck..."

The fox was running away. Mike took him in his sights. One shot. That's all it took to bring that bastard down. Could he do it though? Shoot someone in the back? Take his life away faster than he could breathe?

Mike shook his head. He grabbed a moderately sized rock, then threw it towards the fox, taking him right in the back.

He fell.

Mike dashed from his hiding spot. Though the goon stopped firing, he still threw the fox over the side of the road, bringing him back into submission.

"You're going to stay here, got that?" the handcuffs clicked around his lithe wrists. "One move, and I'll blow your brains out. Or better...let me make your acquaintance with that pole."

Mike tied the leash with three separate loops, then walked towards the motel. Whoever fired probably took his chance to run. If that was the case, reinforcements would arrive too late.

He took his gun out and entered the building. Something clattered to the right. Mike aimed his gun through a broken door. The ragged bear living inside didn't even see him. He settled back on the ground near two sickly looking felines, cradling them to her chest.

"Mama's bringing you honey from lands faraway/ Sweet and sticky like spider web clay..."

The song made his throat heave. Mike moved to the next room. Syringes were everywhere, and the smell of alcohol and urine was strong. He soon found out the motel was home to many urchins. Junkies, homeless, children of ill fate...they all lived together in this house of misery.

Mike wished he could help them, but finding the wolf was his priority. He searched every room on the ground, then took to the stairs.

That's when the gunshots resumed. Bang! Bang! The walls exploded in a storm of dust each time a bullet pierced their innards. Mike hid until the shots stopped, then leaped up the stairs with all the speed he could muster.

Another shot came, too close for comfort. Mike unloaded his own gun. Three fast shots aimed towards the blinking light on the first floor.

A gruff curse came, all too familiar.

Mike rushed up. He caught sight of a black figure fleeing just as he reached the second floor. It was the wolf. He was nearing on his prey.

A desperate chase ensued through the crumbling halls of the motel. Homeless screamed and roared over the thundering booms of gunfire. Mike chased the wolf all the way to the rooftop, then hid behind the door as his last shots pierced through the rusty steel.

"Fuck, I'm out!"

"Good to know!" Mike pushed through the door, aiming his gun right at the wolf's snarling muzzle. "Freeze, or the next one goes in your skull."

"I can't go down like this man. I can't! They'll kill me!"

"I'm the one with the gun you idiot! Freeze, or I'll shoot!"

The wolf whirled towards the road. The crazy bastard was going to get himself killed!

Mike twisted the gun in his hand, then threw it with all the force he could muster. He didn't know if the muzzle or the handle hit the wolf's head. Only that he fell like a boulder.

"You have the right to say nothing, you son of a bitch," Mike procured a second pair of cuffs from his pocket. "Whatever else you say will earn you a meeting with the concrete. Got that?"

"They'll kill me!"

"Who the heck are you talking about?"

"The dudes, man! The dudes I'm working for! You've no idea how precious those cats are. They're worth millions. If you let me go, I'll-"

Mike pressed his muzzle into the ground. The wolf shivered and groaned for a bit before he started whining like a pup.

"Stop man, please stop!"

"I could care less about what happens to you, dog. You deserve to live your life in a cage. Whether you die in it is not my problem. All I know is that no felines will ever be touched by your filthy hands ever again."

And that was the last line he said until three police cruisers answered his call. Mike happily looked out the window on his way back to the station. The city seemed more lively. Safer, now that he put the wolf behind bars.

And that wasn't the only surprise. The captain himself came to congratulate him for giving the convicts a fair trial. The sentence was for life for both of them. Mike was pleased. Manners could be changed, habits re-learned, but sins could never be erased. Those who bargained with the lives of others deserved the ultimate sentence.

"Captain, you don't have to take me all the way to your office. I don't even like coffee that much."

"What about chocolate?" the lion asked with a warm smile.

"Mhm...that's my favorite."

When the door opened, Mike didn't saw any chocolate laying around, but a dog. A german shepherd with gleaming eyes, white fangs, and an all too familiar look about him.

"Kel?"

"Woof!" the dog barked excitedly.

"Captain, what's the meaning of-"

A heavy hand stopped the words dead in their tracks.

"You've done more than arresting those felons, Mike. You freed lives. This dog not only cooperated with us, but he proved to be remarkably willing to help."

"So you're saying that..."

"He's a member of the unit. Say hello to your new partner, officer."

A shiver ran along Mike's spine. Partnered with a dog? That was better than a dream. It was incredible. Amazing.

Arousing, even.

Mike looked at the captain. "Thank you, sir. I won't forget this kindness."

"Oh, it's not exactly kindness, officer. I'll assign a larger number of cases to you, now that you've got a partner."

"And I'll gladly take them. The city needs more heroes."

"Mhm. But don't forget. Not all heroes wear a badge," the lion chuckled and walked out of the office.

Mike gently closed the door, then walked towards Kelsier. Now that he was alone, he could stare at his peeking cock as much as he liked.

"What do you got there, boy?" he ruffled the dog's head. "Are you happy? Excited to work with me?"

Three slimy tongue strokes made Mike purr with delight.

"Oh, I love you..." he hugged the dog's fluffy neck. "When we get home, I'll show you. Oh yes...I will hold you, lick you, stroke you in every way you want...especially here."

Kelsier whined with desire when his fingers cupped the dog's fattened sheath. He was already so big...what if they did it here? Wouldn't that make for a surprising end to a surprising day?

***THE END***

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