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Sam sat at his desk in the late hours of the evening, a magazine held in his paw like hands. It had been a long, tiring day, running all over the city to chase down one rat. He would have driven, but the said rat had chewed through the power cables of the engine for the Desoto, hence all the running. Sam hadn't really seen Max since they had gotten back to the office though, he assumed that this was because he was enacting his idea of using the rat to bridge the power from the car battery to the engine.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, he heard the Desoto roar to life and looked out the window, just in time to see the writhing rat in the engine bay before Max slammed the hood shut. The Desoto's engine died as Max turned the car off and made his way back inside the building. Sam chuckled a bit, taking a sip out of his coffee mug while he turned a page in his magazine. It wouldn't be much longer before he turned in for the night, but as it was, he still had paperwork he had to do. Being freelance police had its perks, but even still, he needed to look official, if only to appease the mass of lawyers that inevitably came from their brand of justice.

He closed his magazine and placed it back onto his desk, before pulling out a generic form for logging criminals, and picked up a pen just as Max came back into the room. Sam smiled at Max and asked, "How'd it go little buddy?"

Max hopped behind his desk and said, "It was great! You should have seen the look on his face when I stuck that wire up his butt!"

He smiled wickedly and reclined at his little school desk across from Sam. Sam chuckled a bit and said, "You're a crazed psychopath little buddy."

Sam bent over his paperwork while Max picked at his serrated teeth idly. It was true that Max was absolutely deranged, but Sam would have it no other way. They had been best friends for years now, and he was literally the only being in the cosmos that in any way understood Max. He scratched out the misspelled name of their recent arrest and heard shuffling from across his desk. He glanced up to see Max picking up a copy of "Impeach Max weekly", a magazine released shortly after Max became president of the United States.

Max enjoyed reading these tabloids, mostly because he loved hearing how pissed people were at him. Sam smiled as Max buried his face into the pages of the hate magazine and returned to his paperwork. Filling it out was pretty easy and fortunately, Max seemed to be going through one of his tame spells, not making much sound beyond the occasional rustle of pages. But wait...that in of itself was unusual. As Sam signed his name at the bottom of the page, he glanced up at Max, who seemed to be intently focused on the contents of the magazine in his hands, his furrowed brow apparent over the top of the pages.

Max seemed to sense that he was watching and flipped a page before saying, "Hehehehe, these punks held a poll to see how long it would be until someone tried to kill me."

Sam frowned a bit and asked, "What was the winning vote?" Sam felt that something was genuinely wrong, this poll had been in last week's issue too, and he was very certain he already knew what the answer was. Not only that, but this magazine that Max was reading was this week's issue, picked up today from Bosco's before work. Max shrugged and said, "Winning vote was three weeks."

Sam nodded and said, "I see, well, looks like someone lost some money then."

That was last week's poll winner too. There was definitely something off about this, but he knew that asking Max was pointless, he'd just deny that anything was wrong, and there wasn't any point forcing the issue, Max never broke a sweat on being interrogated.

If Max didn't share, then Sam would have to figure it out on his own. He shuffled the papers on his desk then headed over to the filling cabinet, pulling open the drawer and stuffing the filled out papers into the cabinet, which was already crammed to the exploding point and it groaned alarmingly as he pushed the drawer shut.

He stretched broadly and said, "Well, I don't know about you little buddy, but I'm about ready for bed."

Max looked over the top of the Magazine at him and replied, "Yeah, I'll bet. After running all over the city like that. I'd be tired too."

Sam chuckled again and walked past Max towards the office door. He tried to get a glimpse at the magazine as he walked by but Max deftly closed it and turned out of the seat to follow after him. Sam wondered if his concerns had been picked up by Max's psychic powers, but regardless, he'd find a way. He opened the office door and headed out onto the landing, making his way down the stairs and outside to the Desoto. He heard the moaning of the rat in the engine as he hopped over the door and into the driver seat, with Max hopping in beside him.

He heard the rat trying to plea for help but Sam turned the engine over anyway, the rat's squeals lost to the sounds of the engine and screeching tires. The trip to their apartment didn't take long, but by the time they arrived, the smell of burning fur became quite pervasive in the car, despite there being no roof to contain it.. Sam shrugged as he pulled into the driveway, smacking a scooter out of their parking space with the Desoto before killing the engine, the rat panting heavily from inside the engine. He smiled over at Max and said, "You sure are good at fixing engines. Runs just like new."

Max smiled and said, "Of course I am Sam, these hands aren't just for breaking things." He wiggled his fingers before hopping out of the car and making his way inside the apartment.

Sam sat and watched him go before popping the hood and getting out of the car. He lifted it and saw the blackened, twitching rat in the engine, the wires for the battery shoved firmly between his rat cheeks, stretching the ring of flesh taut. His whiskers were tied around the battery nodes to complete the connection. Sam shook his head and gently pulled the wires out of the rat's ass before untying his whiskers as well. The rat looked up at him feebly and Sam said, "Now let this be a lesson to you, my partner, and this car, are not to be messed with."

He set the rat down in a shaded spot, away from cats and said, "Also, do the world a favor and find something respectful to do with your life."

He eyed the rats distended ass and said, "Like prostitution, that'd be a nice career change for someone of your, dimensions."

Sam chuckled as the rat swore at him, returning to the car to shut the hood. After doing so, he made his way back inside, and up to his and Max's room. The apartment was comfortable enough, considering who lived in it, it had a living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, the basics really.

He saw that Max's bedroom door was already closed and Sam took his cue by heading into his and closing the door behind him. His room was simple, and clean, well...cleaner than his office. He took his hat off his head and placed it on his hatstand before removing his tie, coat, and shirt. Standing shirtless in his room, he appreciated the cool breeze of his air conditioner before pushing his pants and underwear to the floor. In the privacy of his bedroom, Sam enjoyed sleeping nude, the freedom of being free from his clothes and having the air breeze over him was wonderful.

He stepped over to his dresser and set his clothes in the hamper beside it, before getting a good look at himself in his mirror. He was an anthropomorphic dog, which was obvious to anyone with eyes. He stood about six feet tall, and was pretty thickset, with a rotund belly protruding from his middle, underneath all this though were his family jewels. Sam smiled and sucked in his gut, turning to the side to admire his package. Unlike most dogs, he didn't possess a sheath, and his cock was near enough human, except that it tapered slightly at the tip. His cock was the same soft brown as his fur and was about nine inches long and about 2 inches thick, pretty substantial for a guy like him. He smiled at it and let his belly go before heading over to his bed, flopping down into it.

The softness of the pillows and mattress had an immediate effect on him and he had just enough energy to pull his blankets over himself before he fell asleep.

As the night wore on, his dreams came to him, but they were different than they usually were. Instead of the usual parade of surreal images and bizarre dreams, Tonight, he saw in his mind's eye Max. He was laying upon his bed, his arms tied up and his legs spread apart, made utterly vulnerable to all those who would take advantage, a look of fear was in his eyes, but mixed with a look of want, a look of need. It was as though he wanted this, wanted to know what it was, but fearful of what it would do to him.

The images were so real, so visceral, that in a few moments Sam snapped awake as an unseen, shadowy figure, fell upon Max like a creature of pure lust, Max's screams of pain and pleasure still echoing in his mind. Sam lay there in bed, panting heavily, wondering what on earth he had just dreamt. It made him feel dirty, unclean, to have seen Max in such a position, but it also peaked his interest. His dreams didn't stray into territory like that at all, so if he dreamed about it now...

Sam pushed his blankets back and slid out of bed, reaching under his bed for a pair of sweats. He found them and pulled them on and after checking the time, crept slowly from the room. It was two in the morning, so Max was most definitely asleep, still, Sam didn't really know how heavy a sleeper Max was. He slowly crept over to Max's room, turning the door handle slowly before cracking the door and peeking inside. Max was laying in his bed, curled up in a ball in a nest of blankets and sheets, dreaming away peacefully.

Now that Max was out, it'd be the best time to figure out what Max had been up to. Sam crept into the room and slowly started looking around for one of Max's many magazines. In a few moments, he found one, self-loathing weekly. He bent over to grab it, but immediately spotted something different. Peeking out just under the cover of self-loathing weekly was a pink piece of paper. Frowning, Sam pulled back the cover and was shocked by what he saw. Under the cover of the magazine was another magazine, this one however was not self-loathing weekly, it was an edition of Hotbunny, the local adult magazine that catered to furry fans and furries alike. This particular edition was entitled, "Bad boy cops edition, hot gay cops giving their prisoners the treatment they deserve."

Sam opened the magazine and his eyes were immediately assaulted by the sight of a masculine bear, wearing nothing except a hat and vest, roughly screwing a male rabbit, who was scratching at the desk in an effort to get away. In fact, as Sam thumbed through all of the pages, they were all something similar, burly male police officers taking advantage of their prisoners of all genders. Sam closed the magazine and replaced the cover before straightening up to look at Max, still sleeping in bed.

He was keenly aware of his own erection, but he wasn't concerned about that at the moment. Max had never expressed any interest in sex, or in relationships in general, but it seemed that at some point in time, his curiosity had been peeked. He had been trying to understand what this desire was, what sex was, and what it meant to him ever since then, and suddenly, Sam's dream made sense. It was Max's subconscious mind, his desire to know, being transmitted out. Max wanted to be used and abused like those people in the magazine, so he could truly understand what the fuss was about. Sam stood there for a good minute or two, his erection aching in his sweat's before he came to a decision.

If Max needed this understanding so bad, he'd get it, exactly the way he imagined it. Sam stepped over to Max's bed and gently lifted the sleeping lagomorph out of it. Max didn't so much as stir as Sam made his way back into his room. He pulled his blankets off with his foot and placed Max on the bed, rolling him over carefully onto his front. Max's mouth slid open slightly, the rabbit drooling out onto his mattress as Sam turned to his coat. He fished around inside and after a moment pulled out an old, and little used pair of handcuffs. He tested them and they still moved smoothly, the oil still working well. He stepped over to Max, clenching the cuffs in his teeth as he picked Max's arms up, positioning them behind his back. Max stirred slightly as Sam pressed the handcuffs over Max's wrists, locking them into place and securing Max's hands with a series of metallic clicks. Max stirred a bit more as Sam stepped back off the bed and waited.

Max squirmed a bit as he tried to rub his eyes, but even in his sleep fogged state, he realized that he had completely lost the use of his arms. Max lifted his head quickly and pulled at the handcuffs futilely and looked around worryingly. He caught sight of Sam standing behind him and said, "Sam! What's the big idea?!"

Sam stepped forwards, his arms crossed and said, "You've been a bit of a bad bunny lately haven't you?"

Max scowled and said, "So what else is new? Uncuff me Sam so I can knock some sense into you!"

Sam smirked a bit, his noir personality creeping into him as the darkness of what he was doing started to get to him.

He smiled and said, "I don't think so."

He grabbed a hold of Max's legs and pulled him backwards towards the edge of the bed. He grinned and said, "I found out what you've been doing Max."

Max squirmed, trying to jerk his feet away from Sam and yelled out, "Oh yeah?! What have I been doing? You don't have anything on me!"

Sam bent over Max's backside and whispered the name of the Hotbunny magazine he found and told him of the dream he had. Max stiffened slightly at this but recovered a bit and said, "You sure you're not just a perv Sam? I thought we were friends."

Sam smiled a bit and said, "We are."

He straightened back up and examined Max's ass, which was proffered up to the air by his awkward position. It was only now that he was getting a good look that Sam was starting to see Max's privates, Max's balls were very well hidden in the natural camouflage of his fur, tightly pressed against his body to hide them from sight, his cock was likewise hidden in a soft white furred sheathe that would be all but impossible to see without a dedicated search for it.

Sam smiled and rubbed his hand over Max's balls, feeling the rabbit tense as his sensitive orbs were rolled around by his best friend. Max snapped back at Sam, "Hey! Paws off!"

Sam chuckled and said, "Nope. You're gonna get a firsthand lesson in what it's like being a bitch, just like you imagined yourself to be."

He squeezed Max's balls gently, causing Max to groan and he said, "I know you want it."

Max tried to aim a kick at Sam with his free foot but Sam caught it, then slapped Max's ass with a free hand. Max yelped at the blow but Sam could see it, that glint in his eye, it was faint but it was there. That want, that same desire he had seen in his dreams. He slapped Max's ass again, and again, his hand sending slight ripples through his flesh as each blow hit them. Max panted slightly at the treatment, his ass reddening under his fur, his cock sliding slowly out of his sheathe as Sam spanked him.

After a moment Sam rubbed Max's red ass and looked between Max's legs. He saw Max's cock, starting to grow from the treatment. His cock was surprisingly human, the same color white as his fur, except for the tip, which was a light pink. Sam smiled and gripped Max's cock, pumping the semi flaccid flesh slowly. Max gasped and looked back at Sam, a blush rising in his cheeks. Sam smiled at Max and said, "Looks like you're enjoying yourself after all."

Sam stroked Max's surprisingly substantial cock, feeling the flesh twitch in his hand. He chuckled and stepped back, pressing his sweats down to the floor. His erect, dripping cock towered large and proud, causing Max to gulp audibly at the sight of it. Sam smirked and said, "Like it? You're going to love it by the time we're done."

He stepped back over to Max, the bunny shuffling away from Sam as best he could, a look of fear in his eyes, mixed with that hidden want, exactly as his dreams had shown him. Sam grabbed Max's hips and pulled him back, angling his cock with Max's virgin hole.

After a few moments he pressed forwards against it. Max cringed at the contact whimpering slightly as Sam's cock pressed insistently against his tight pucker, demanding entrance. Sam pressed against it harder, and harder, his fingers digging into Max's skin as he tried to force entrance. Finally, Max's ass lost the war and the tip of his cock sudden wedged itself in, Max throwing back his head and howling as he was suddenly stretched. Once this first bit of flesh was inside, the rest slid in after it, pressing deeper and deeper into Max's hot depths until Sam's hips bumped against Max.

Sam moaned long and proud as Max's crushing tightness encircled his cock, throbbing against him as Max squeezed. Max had tears running down his cheeks, still trying to pull away, but Sam would have none of that. It was almost as though their personalities had been reversed, but Sam wasn't going to ponder that. He pulled back away from Max, Max's ass prolapsing a bit as Sam pulled away, the flesh raw and red. When only the tip was left, Sam sank back down into him, pressing in his cock to the hilt. Max squirmed as Sam buried himself back into his depths and implored Sam, "Take it out...Sam take it out..."

Sam chuckled and said, "Just enjoy it Max."

He started to fuck Max in a slow, repeating motion, his hips bumping against Max's sore ass with each deep thrust. Max could only whimper and whine as each thrust into his ass stung and burned, filling him with a desire to simply be free from the invading cock. Sam pressed down on the back of Max's hips and angled his thrusts a bit better, aiming for that deep spot of pleasure that he knew was there. He could tell he hit it when Max twitched slightly, his cock stiffening between his legs once again as pleasure suddenly mixed with the pain. Sam smiled and held Max to him, grinding against this g-spot, sending soothing pleasure into Max.

Max grunted at the stimulation and soon felt Sam pulling back and thrusting in again, fucking him in earnest once more, each deep, painful thrust, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Soon, even the pain was enjoyable, each deep thrust tingling his loins and his mind as his stretched ass burned painfully, but that burning was dulled with each smack of Sam's cock against his prostate, waves of pleasure crashing over him filling him with relief. It was as though he stood on a beach of hot coals, and each wave that crashed onto the sand was bliss and wonder, but every time it went away, the pain came back, making you yearn for the wave again.

Max loved the pain, each deep thrust Sam did heralded the return of more blissful pleasure. Max moaned and groaned in equal measures as Sam's hips bounced against his over and over, the dog cock sliding out from the red ass, slick with precum, the cool air stinging at him before he slid back into his warm companion. Sam meanwhile watched the transformation in Max's eyes, watched as pain became pleasure, fulfilling his inner most need, one he had never known. Sam rutted against his best friend harder, his balls bouncing against Max's as he bottomed out against him, hips slapping against each other again and again. He felt it coming, that pleasure building in him as his climax approached. He grinned and fucked Max even harder, his cock sliding out and burying back in again, sending ripples through Max's ass as he bounced off of those fuckable cheeks.

He felt his balls tingling, the pressure of his climax burning deep inside. Max felt it as well, the tingling mountain of pleasure burning inside of him, his cock jumping with each thrust his partner made. Sam bottomed out against Max again, his thrusting becoming erratic and after a moment, with a low howl, he came. Thick ropes of dog cum fired into Max's ass, filling him up with hot, sticky seed. The sudden warmth cascading over Max's pleasure spot sent him mind over the edge and he came as well, moaning loudly as his cum squirted out onto the bed beneath him as his cock twitched and spasmed.

For a long moment, Sam held Max to him, breathing hard as he came down from his orgasmic high. He felt his orgasm winding down, the last bits of his cum squirting out into Max. He sighed and pulled free from Max, his ass gaping wide from the violation. He admired his handiwork, watching his cum slide out of Max's gaping hole, his own cock twitching and dribbling cum as well. He smiled and stroked Max's cock gently, sending more spurts of cum onto the bed. After a moment he unlocked the handcuffs and said, "How do you feel?"

Max didn't respond, instead turning his head to stare blankly at Sam. After a moment, clarity started to return to his gaze and he eventually said, "That was...fun." Max smiled a bit and after a moment, closed his eyes and collapsed against Sam's bed as exhaustion overtook him. Sam smiled and curled up next to the lagomorph and after a long moment, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.