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Things seemed off to a bad start when, just outside the city, I got pulled over.

Which didn't slip past the mechanic when I went to fix that light..

Things seemed off to a bad start when, just outside the city, I got pulled over.

I was already nervous. There was a lot about this place I didn't quite understand, even with all the research I'd done and all my paperwork prepared. I was pretty distracted by all the cluttered thoughts that come to moving to a new place, so the sound of a siren right behind me was a kick up the butt. Red and blue light cut through the summer night.

One officer on a motorbike. No-one else on this stretch of road, so definitely looking at me.

I pulled over promptly. It was actually kinda a nice spot, thick with trees and quiet despite being so close to the city. I was noticing useless details the way I often do when mildly panicking.

The motorcycle clicked to a stop behind my car. The officer dismounted in one smooth motion. A woman. A woman in a tight uniform. A woman in a tight uniform I definitely shouldn't ogle.

I was, in fairness, a bit more distracted by her big swishy tail.

A fox tail, orange with black, spilling out of the back of her pants. Blown by the wind, but out of my sightline until now. I tore my eyes off it as she strode up. I managed not to get stuck on her chest as I aimed my gaze upward.

Her helmet came off, revealing two hard, dark eyes. Her fur was neat, her vulpine features sharp. She was pretty, but in a severe way. And she looked unimpressed.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" she said. At least, that's what her voice said, low and steady. I got the impression her eyes were saying 'Huh. A human.'

"Um," I said. "I wasn't speeding, was I?"

"You were not," she conceded. "But one of your tail lights is completely broken."

"It is?!"

"See for yourself if you want."

It didn't sound like much of an invitation, but I left the driver's seat, leaving the car idling. Sure enough, the left tail light was dead. It didn't look cracked or anything, but it was definitely not on.

I tried to settle my nerves - it was a minor thing to be pulled over for. But the cop's eyes were still on me. Still dark and unimpressed. "Can I see your paperwork," she said, leaving an unnecessary pause before "...sir?"

"Oh, uh, sure."

I leaned into the car and reached into my backpack and tried not to overthink how the scary cop was probably looking directly at my butt. I kept this backpack of important stuff separate from my bigger luggage, and soon I had a fistful of papers to show her.

"I didn't need to see all of this," she said, but she looked over it anyway. I stood there, too awkward to get back into my car or even lean against it, fighting off the needless feeling I was about to be caught out in some big mistake.

But the really nasty thing about those feelings of anxiety is that sometimes, they're right. And I had made a mistake. Not one that was about to get me arrested, but it still made me freeze in fear when I realized, too late, what I had done. Amid all the other forms I had handed her something she [i]definitely[/i] did not need to see.

Her dark eyes fell onto my official medical form. The words, in clear red letters, I knew were at the bottom.

"'Licensed breeder'."

I felt the blood in my cheeks turn to lava.

Of course I had heard about the whole population... thing. How this formerly closed-off city of animal folk was now encouraging inward migration, especially humans. The lurid internet rumours about furry women who were eager for casual, unprotected sex - no shame, no complications, no expectations of actual fatherhood. Just a city in need of cock.

Absurd rumours. Which happened to be true. Something I found out for myself during my routine physical, when my doctor and I got very familiar with each other. I walked out of that clinic with a tingling, spent cock, and an official stamp with those two words. I hadn't even asked to be a licensed breeder. I just didn't object to the title.

I was trying my best to explain that to this stone-faced cop, but all that came out of me was a quiet honk.

"Just moving in?" she said, conversationally. She was double-checking the information on my new apartment. My address.

"Uh," I managed, "yeah."

She put the papers on the front seat. Killed the engine of my car, then reached for her radio.

"This is unit Six Two One," she said. "I'm going on break."

Her face and voice didn't change from that stoniness. It was a little scary. And kinda hot.

And that was how I found myself fulfilling my new civic duties before even formally arriving. Sitting in the back of my car, my pants off and my cock in a warm fox mouth.

It all happened so fast. She had sat me down and stripped off my pants so quickly. Once she was in position, her hands keeping my thighs spread, she wasted no time examining me. She had thrusted her dark nose into my crotch, sniffing, sampling my scent. I must have passed that ancient test, because her nose was soon joined by her tongue, then the rest of her mouth...

I couldn't hold back a breathy gasp. She was so... focused. Her lips, her tongue, even the careful movements of her fangs were getting me so hard, so fast. She was still businesslike. The way she licked and sucked me was just a way to prepare my cock as efficiently as possible. It was working.

"Fuck..." I laid a hand on her head, and she didn't swat me away. Experimentally, I began to rub her soft fur. She huffed, her warm breath tickling the base of my shaft.

It continued like that for a little while. I carefully rubbed and stroked her ears with both hands, and she mercilessly pleasured my dick. Her fingers ended in neat, cold claws, something I learned when they began to dig a bit more dangerously into my hips.

"H-hey, easy... Do you need me to, uh-?"

She pulled back suddenly. Her mouth opened wide, a few threads of saliva connecting her fangs to my now very erect cock.

"I'm fine." She unbuttoned her uniform's shirt. "It won't take much to turn me on."

In moments, she had opened her shirt all the way. Then she shucked off her bra. Her breasts came free, soft and eager.

"Just play with my tits for a little bit."

"I... can do that. Yes."

She practically pounced. Slid up along my body and trapped my head in her chest. I was tempted to go slow, just enjoy her decadent fur on my skin. But I felt I had to match her pace, so I didn't waste much time in wrapping my lips around her nipple.

She let out a very quiet noise, half-gasp, half-whimper. I was curious what other noises she might end up making.

I ran my tongue in a circle, slowly, feeling her nipple perk in my mouth. I caressed her other tit with my hand, and after a few moments, swapped over. I rubbed and stroked and gently squeezed, and more than anything else, I licked.

That icy exterior started to melt. A little. The way she held me down left no doubt she was in control, but as more noises came out of her mouth - first grunts, then moans, then even little chirps - it was harder for her to stay stony.

"Mmmnh... Not bad," she growled in my ear. "But you know I don't just want foreplay." Those hands, soft with fur, ran roughly down my neck. "You're going to cum inside me. And you're going to make it enjoyable. Understood?"

My answer was muffled by her chest.

"Good boy," she grunted, and almost sounded proud.

She reached down and began to tug off her pants. When her panties came loose too, the warm scent of her arousal filled the car. I had no trouble staying erect this whole time, with her soft tits right in my face, but that alluring smell sent a fresh wave of excitement through me. This close, it was inescapable.

Before long her pants and underwear were discarded, her smooth, toned legs completely bare. She didn't change position, still straddling me. Her pussy was wet and inviting. Soft with orange fur. "You better be ready," she said, and nothing about it was a question. I just nodded.

Wordlessly, she began to grind herself against me. I felt her wet lips against my shaft, and shivered. This was really happening. As thorough as my medical exam had been, I hadn't actually gone this far with Doctor Reed. But this cop wanted it all. I was about to penetrate my first animal-woman.

With a smooth motion, she firmly grasped my dick and slipped herself onto me. The pleasure was immediate, and relentless.

There was that pause that always happens when two people do this for the first time. Me, introduced to her walls, her, getting a feel for my cock. But it didn't last long. She knew what she wanted, and she was impatient to claim it.

Her blowjob technique had been a prelude for how efficiently she could move her hips. She had full control of her body, rubbing her crotch into mine, grinding herself against my erection. She groaned, low, right into my ear.

By now, my arousal was outweighing any remaining anxiety. My hands slipped along her furry thighs, almost acting independently, until they found her ass. My fingers dug in, clinging to her, and she responded with a throaty growl.

I did my best to thrust against her, but it was clear who was in charge. She pumped her body up and down, milking me. Using me. She would plunge all the way down, our hips meeting, and squeeze her walls around my dick. Then she'd loosen and pull up, but only to repeat the cycle again. And again.

She was leaving me breathless. There wasn't much I could do except cling to her furry body and try not to cum too fast. "Oh, ffffuck..."

"C'mere," she grunted, taking my face in both hands and burying her tongue in my mouth. Her lips pressed against mine aggressively, like she was trying to use this kiss to overpower me. No, she _was _overpowering me. And judging from my reflexive moan, from how my needy dick jolted inside her, my body was entirely fine with being overpowered.

I was trapped, with her mouth on mine and her strong limbs around my body and her pussy, her warm, wet pussy, wrapped hungrily around every inch I had. My only option was surrender. A vision of my future in this city began to form. Furry women of all stripes grabbing me without warning, stripping me in public, sliding their soft hands between my legs to claim me...

When my cock twitched again, hard, I wondered if this cop was maybe onto something.

Would that really be so bad? I had been warned about this arrangement, and arrived anyway. And while this was rougher than I was used to, it wasn't like it hurt. Quite the opposite. Maybe it was best to keep my head down, and my other head up. To accept my place as pliable, available breeding stock.

These thoughts of obedience were interrupted, sure enough, by a fresh command.

"Down," she growled. "Down." And then those clawed hands were pushing against my shoulders, and in seconds I found myself pinned to my backseat. In more ways than one, since while her arms felt strong they couldn't match the instinctual need of her hips as they kept grinding into mine.Down

She lowered her body, resuming her dominating kiss. Her tits pressed into my chest, but as much as I wanted to caress them again, my hands dug into her ass instead. Lying flat like this, it was a little easier to match her pace from below. And while she never stopped milking my dick, by getting a firm grip on her hips I was able to start thrusting inside her more strongly.

My efforts earned a breathy growl. "Yeah, that's it," she said, moving the focus of her mouth - her fangs - down to my neck. "Make yourself useful... You getting close, human?"

"B-been close - a while."

"Heh. Gooood boy." Those fangs retreated, replaced by a long, warm lick from her long, warm tongue. "Well," she whispered, "I'm close too."

"Y-yeah?"

"Yes. And I think what I need to finish," she murmured, her muzzle right against my ear, "is the feeling of warm human cum. I need to be filled. I need to be bred."

My hips bucked at the mere thought, a low moan escaping me.

"Well?!" Any warmth that had crept into her voice drained fast. Her hands gripped me tight. Claws and all. "Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna give me what you came here for?!"

"Oh fuck-!"

"Do it!" she snarled. "Cum! Empty your fucking balls already and breed me!"

"Oh fff-!"

I couldn't form the rest of the word. My hips instinctively sped up against hers and a sudden warmth overtook me. I couldn't hold back if I tried. Instead, I gave her exactly what she wanted, spilling my seed deep into her body.

And to her credit, she knew herself well. Her eyes widened and she threw her head back, instantly reacting. She wasn't loud, but only because any noise seemed to get stuck in her throat. From the way she shivered - the way her pussy greedily drank every drop I had - it was obvious she was orgasming hard.

The moment dragged - her arms keeping me in place, her legs squeezing around me reflexively. But after all that stimulation, my jizz escaped quickly, and my climax didn't last as long as I'd hoped.

She recovered quickly too. She heaved in a few breaths, which made her exposed breasts move in some very pleasant ways. But, right before my eyes, her vulpine face shifted from sated lust to that same stony expression she had met me with.

She dismounted my cock with the same smooth motion she had dismounted her bike.

"I suggest you fix your light asap. If not you'll just get pulled over again."

It honest to god took me a second to work out what she was talking about. An entire romantic evening had been crammed into the last seven and a half minutes. "Uh... oh. Yeah."

"Looks like a simple repair. Just find a mechanic." She was buttoning up her uniform, hiding those soft tits from view again. She pulled on her underwear, covering a pussy that was still wet and still definitely filled with warm human cum. Then came her pants, and it was like nothing had happened. She didn't even seem out of breath. "Drive safe, now."

And then she just walked off.

No formal goodbye, and no lingering warmth either. Not even a kiss on the cheek or something. It's true what the kids say - all cops are bad cuddlers.

I watched her go, kinda dumbly. Saw the movements of her ass as she walked back to her bike. Maybe her hips were a little looser, her tail a little more lively. But without a word, she settled herself on the seat. I thought about the cum that was now slowly pooling in her pussy. The cum that might already be doing its job in her fertile womb. My cum.

She put on her helmet and flicked on her engine and drove off.

I took a few minutes to just sit there. Eventually it occurred to me that someone could pass by and see my wet, exposed crotch, but instead of getting dressed I just carefully covered myself with my pants. I needed to catch my breath before anything else.

I hadn't found my apartment yet - my neighbourhood, even - and a woman had already jumped my bones and milked my cock dry. Thinking about it summoned another faint tingle of arousal.

I tried to keep my expectations measured, but it was hard, considering what had just happened. I could tell myself it was an outlier, but after how my doctor had treated me, that was hard to believe. After meeting my second animal-person, the evidence was in my face (and on my cock). Those absurd rumours about women looking for guilt-free casual fucking were entirely true. I had already cum inside a hot stranger, and with both my job contract and apartment lease lasting at least a year...

I shook myself. I shouldn't spend too long fantasising about the city of eager pussy in front of me. I had to actually get there first. It was time to move on.

But this pleasantly weird first encounter would linger in my mind. I even had an unintentional souvenir. As I (reluctantly) pulled my pants back on, and went to get back behind the wheel, I noticed something on the car floor. The cop had never reclaimed her bra. It was black and functional and faintly carried her warm scent.

I assumed she'd come back for it if she wanted it. After all, she knew my address. After briefly looking it over - it did feel pretty nice in my hands - I just left it unthinkingly on the backseat.

Which didn't slip past the mechanic when I went to fix that light...