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Ferretville P.D. #01 - Blue Heat

By Mantrid Brizon

Her hips sway from side-to-side as she makes her way toward the driver’s side door, a thumb hooked behind the grip of her pistol. She moves silently on modern, protective footwear that cover her large, paw-like feet while her long and exceptionally fluffy tail swings gracefully behind her perfectly plump butt. She stops, turns toward the driver’s window, and leans a little closer. With her canine nose twitching, she winces. Her lips peel back, forming a sinister snarl as she glares at the driver.

“Ah... Ah! ACHO!!!” She violently sneezes.

“Bless you.”

“Thanks.” She says with a little sniffle. “Damn hay fever...”

“It’s okay.” The driver chuckles, presenting her with a half-empty package of Kleenex. “‘Tis the season, Ginger.”

“Ian!” She whines, stomping a paw.

“What? Is this considered a bribe?” He smirks, tapping the package of Kleenex against her nose.

“No...” She swipes the Kleenex, and though she tries, she cannot help but grin at the human sitting in the sporty pickup. “But that’s ‘Officer Affen’ while I’m on duty. If you call me by my first name, that looks like favoritism.”

“Oh. My bad! So...”

“So...” She coos, leaning a little closer, her head almost completely inside of his car.

“... Why’d you pull me over, Officer Affen?”

“Hmm?! ... Oh! I just wanted to say hi!” She chirps, her eyes lighting up and her long, fluffy tail wagging.

“Oh.” He chuckles. “Well, it’s always a pleasure seeing you.”

“Aww!” Ginger’s tail wags a little faster. “And you have a taillight out. Consider this a verbal warning.”

“I’ll take care of it as soon as I get a chance.”

Leaning in, the fluffy ginger-furred dog with floppy ears and a big, brown nose gives the bearded human an affectionate kiss on his cheek, then pulls herself out of his car.

“See you tonight, hun?”

“Sure.” He smiles.

“I can’t wait.” She coos, and winks.

“Neither can I.” He replies, his eyes scanning her voluptuous form. “Oh, wait!”

“Huh?” She stops and turns back.

“Aren’t you supposed to run my tags and stuff?”

“Oh, shoot! I knew I forgot something!” She huffs in frustration.

Ian holds his documentation out of the window for her, only for the ditsy canine to fumble and nearly drop them onto the street.

“Oop! Hehe... Be right back.” She blushes with embarrassment, clutching his license, registration, and proof of insurance to her ample and perky breasts.

She daintily dashes back to the squad car where her partner waits for her. Jumping into the passenger’s seat, the dark cat with a tan front looks to her with fiery eyes; they are as intense as the fires of Hell itself. With a little smirk, one of her fangs protrudes from beneath her upper lip. Her brass badge glistens in the summer sun on the exceptionally warm afternoon. It reads “Ofc. Nina Sphynx”

“Oh, man! That A/C feels nice! Another minute out there and I was about to start sweating!” Ginger exclaims with a delighted sigh.

“I thought you were going to forget.” Nina remarks.

“About the A/C?” Ginger raises a brow.

“...”

“Oh!” Ginger lifts Ian’s documentation. “I knew that! W-why would I forget?! Heh...”

“Uh-huh... Run his tags.” The feline quietly chuckles.

“Yes, Nina.”

“Hey... That’s ‘Officer Sphynx’ while we’re on duty.”

Ginger looks to her partner, who has several more years on the force than her and served as her training officer. Her brow softens and her floppy ears droop as she sticks out her bottom lip in a reflexive pout. After an intense stare, Nina’s eyes soften. She silently chuckles as she flashes a toothy grin, and Ginger quickly realizes that her partner and new best friend was merely joking.

“Hurry up and run your boyfriend’s plates. I want to hit the store before we get on our patrol.”

“He’s not my boyfriend... Yet.” Ginger sighs, her fingers typing away on the squad car’s built-in computer.

“But you fuck him.” Nina raises an eyebrow.

“Is that bad?!” Ginger pauses typing and looks to her.

“Not for me.” Nina smirks, turning her eyes away from Ginger.

“Nina... Don’t.”

“What?!”

“I really like this guy, okay?! I feel like he might be “the one,” you know?!”

“Huh... But I thought he had that pony girl. The one we always see at the health club.” Nina remarks, cocking her head.

“Oh... Her...” Ginger narrows her eyes, glaring at empty space. “She hasn’t claimed him yet, either. If I play my cards right, he’ll be all mine. Just, please, don’t try anything.”

“Why, whatever are you implying?” Nina innocently replies as she fights back a sinister grin.

The feline turns to her partner and the pair lock eyes. Unlike Ginger, who has a full head of poofy hair straight out of the 1980s, Nina shaves it down to the base fur, giving her a distinctly feline appearance; you couldn’t mistake her or her race, even from a mile away. Both women are shapely, with elegant and feminine curves, large breasts, and plump behinds, but that’s where their similarities end. Just like their races are on the opposite end of the spectrum, so too are their personalities.

Ginger Affen is a sweet, thoughtful, kindhearted, cuddly, and playful young woman of 26-years-old. Most would think she has no business being a police officer, and her penchant for clumsiness and forgetfulness only adds credence to these claims. Despite these reservations, she’s managed to beat several police academy records, and Ferretville’s Police Department was happy to have her. Some of these records were held by Nina Sphynx herself, and with seemingly little effort, Ginger made it onto Ferretville’s version of SWAT.

As one of only twenty members of the Direct Action Tactical Assault Squad, unit #5, or D.A.T.A.S.5., she rides shotgun with Nina and drives the APC whenever it's needed. Thankfully, despite being a modest city of a little more than 100,000 residents, they’re rarely called upon. Most of the time, life is quiet and Ginger rides with Nina performing backup duties for the local police and state troopers while waiting for “proper action,” as Nina often calls it. Today, it’s traffic duty. Tomorrow, who knows? The suspense is half the fun.

This often perturbs the 27-year-old Nina, who’s quite the gruff and aggressive female. Unlike Ginger, she’s direct in her speech and action, coming off as a little cold and perhaps even selfish; she’s certainly not looking for a snuggle after she’s done with you. She’s a very gung-ho police officer, who lives for the adrenaline, the thrill of beating the odds and making it home to her lonely studio apartment, where she’ll repeat the process again, in perpetuity.

By all accounts, she’s a bit of a bitch, and only her budding friendship with Ginger has begun to soften her, and even then, only in her presence. Thankfully, Ferretville does occasionally have its moments of excitement, which is enough to keep Nina satisfied... Most of the time. The radio chatter begins, just as Ginger finishes running her lover’s driving and criminal record. He’s clean, as always.

“All done! Be right back!” She chirps before bolting out of the car.

Nina watches as Ginger’s hair and fluffy tail flutters in the arid summer air. The heat radiates around her, like the ripples of a babbling brook. Nina cannot help but chuckle as Ginger dashes toward the car in the most feminine way possible; she moves at barely a jogger’s pace with her hands level with the tops of her large breasts, fingers curled and palms facing forward. They sway in sync with her hips and tail. Ian’s documentation is clutched firmly in one hand.

“That girl is something else.” Nina sighs, shaking her head.

“Unit 21, Unit 21, come in, over.” Dispatch chirps.

“This is Unit 21. I copy. What’s up?”

“We’ve got a domestic disturbance a few blocks from you. Neighbors report a couple fighting. Threats of violence with a deadly weapon, possibly a shotgun. Advise caution.”

“Hell yeah!” Nina flashes a toothy grin before replying to dispatch. “10-4! We’re en route!”

“Don’t sound too excited.” Dispatch replies.

“I’m not! ... Over.”

Reaching down on the console, she quickly flips a small switch up and down, twice.

“Whoop, whoop!” The police car’s siren chirps.

“That’s the sound of the police. I guess you’d better go.” Ian remarks.

“Will I see you tonight?!” Ginger leans closer.

“You already asked me that.” He chuckles.

“Oh...” Ginger flushes. “A-and what did you say?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.

“I said “sure.” It’s always nice seeing you.” He says with a warm smile.

“Aww! It’s always nice seeing you, too.” Ginger blushes.

“Whoop! Whoop!” The police car’s siren chirps again.

“Come on! We’ve got a call!” Nina calls to her over the radio.

“Gotta go.”

“Be careful.” He warns.

“Always.” Ginger coos.

Grabbing Ian’s long beard, which reaches to his collarbone, the dog girl pulls him closer and plants a big kiss on his lips. He chuckles, smiles and boops her big, brown nose. The squad car’s horn starts beeping incessantly. With a frustrated grumble, Ginger dashes back to the pristine Dodge Charger and climbs in.

“What the hell, Ginger! We’ve got a call!” Nina puts the car into drive.

“I was saying goodbye.” Ginger replies, buckling up her seatbelt.

Slamming her paw-like foot onto the accelerator, Nina squeals the tires as she takes off, flying past Ian’s Hyundai.

“Geez! Keep your panties on!” A nervous Ginger grips the dashboard.

“Mmm... With him around?” Nina coos, glancing at Ginger’s lover in the rearview mirror.

“I heard that!” Ginger growls.

“Heard what?” Nina plays dumb.

“I’m serious... Don’t try sleeping with him. I really like him, Nina! He’s a sweet guy, and if you come onto him all aggressive, like you usually do, he’ll be like a deer in headlights. He won’t know how to resist you!”

“Even better.” Nina murmurs.

“NINA!!!”

“Get the shotgun and load some beanbags. This could get interesting.” Nina drives even faster.

Moments later, Nina stands with an angry scowl, taking notes as Ginger, with her less-lethal shotgun slung, gives the scrawny young mouse guy a hug.

“Shh. There, there. It’s okay. You’re safe now.” Ginger coos in a motherly fashion, petting the little man’s head.

“B-but he said mean things to me! He said he was gonna sh-! U-up my little a-!”

“It was just rough sex talk!” His gay lover growls. “God, you’re such a little bitch, sometimes...”

“See?! He’s doing it again! I feel threatened!” The scrawny mouse clings to Ginger’s waist like a child.

“Aww. It’s okay, sweetie. Officer Affen will protect you.” Ginger gives him another little hug.

“So, let me get this straight... You were having rough sex-”

“Attempting to, yes.” His equine lover cuts her off.

“... He yelled out ‘please, don’t kill me with that thing-’”

“In reference to my dick, yes.” His equine lover cuts her off, again.

“And then you said, ‘I’ll give you both barrels, bitch. Shove it right up your little-’”

“Yes, yes! In reference to my balls and his anus!” The frustrated horse man cuts her off yet again.

Nina sighs and rolls her eyes.

“We were told you had a weapon, possibly a firearm.” Ginger remarks, still coddling the scrawny mouse.

“What? Like, a gun?!?!” The horse man gasps, covering his mouth with both hands, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Yes, like a gun.” Nina grumbles, mocking his effeminate tone.

“Fhah! I’m a proud not-gun owner! My house is so defenseless it’s not even funny!”

“What if there’s a break-in?” Nina wonders.

“And do your job for you?!” The horse snickers, raising an eyebrow.

“Listen, what you two do in your bedroom is your business, but we received calls about a fight. You were heard making threats of violence toward him.” Ginger explains, still petting the scrawny mouse’s head.

“Those weren’t threats! He said he wanted to try it rough!” The horse points at his scrawny mouse lover.

“Calm down, sir.” Nina warns him.

“You coerced me!” The mouse meekly exclaims.

“But you still said ‘yes’!”

“And then I got scared and said ‘stop!’” The mouse cries into Ginger’s shoulder.

“I thought that was one of those “no means yes” kind of things.”

“You don’t listen! You never listen!” The little mouse whines.

“Ugh... I think we’re done here.” A frustrated Nina puts away her notepad.

“But we’re still-”

“I’ll type out the report. See you in the car.” Nina cuts Ginger off, making her way back inside of their squad car.

Ginger continues to coddle the effeminate mouse, acting as mediator while Nina sits in the driver’s seat, her left eye twitching in her growing frustration. Just as the couple agree to break up, again, the dispatcher chirps over their shoulder-mounted radios.

“Unit 21, Unit 21, come in, over!”

“This is Unit 21, I copy. What’s up?” Nina responds.

“We have a Code-Veronica near your location! Ashford woods, in front of the pharmacy near the corner of Birkin and Wesker! Parasol Group lost another one...”

“Hell yes!” Nina’s eyes light up. “10-4! We’re on it!” She chirps over the radio.

Leaping out of the car and pulling Ginger away from the couple, who continue to bicker, the officers scramble back into their squad car and race toward the intersection. Within minutes, they find a horrifying scene. A sickly-looking human with snow-white skin and rotting chunks of flesh kneels over a fresh corpse. The bald zombie doesn’t even stop his feast, devouring an elderly man who failed to run inside of the pharmacy. A large sign for the Parasol Group, Ferretville’s homegrown pharmaceutical conglomerate, is painted on the building where he died.

Leaping out of the car, Nina holds her service rifle and takes aim. Ginger races up to the scene and gasps, covering her mouth with both hands, one hand clutching her sidearm. Hearing her gasp, the zombie pauses, slowly turns his head and revealing a mangled, bloody maw! It shambles to its feet and makes its way toward them. Nina doesn’t hesitate. BANG! With an inhuman jolt, the zombie flops backward, lying motionless on the sidewalk.

“Eee!” Ginger jumps back as she squeals.

“Wow! Did you see that?! One shot, right in the-!”

“Aarrgh...” The mangled zombie slowly rolls over and tries to push itself back up.

“Stay down, damn you!”

Bang, bang! She gives him two more shots, one to the back and one in the neck.

“There. That oughta keep him-”

“Rrrffhh...”

“What the?!” Nina growls.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

“Get the kit.” Nina commands, keeping her half-empty rifle trained on the motionless zombie.

“Okay.”

Ginger dashes back to the squad car and collects a special case. She presents it to Nina, who keeps her rifle trained on the twitching zombie.

“... Use it!”

“You mean, you want me to do it?!” Ginger whines.

“That’s what I said.”

With a little whimper, Ginger opens the kit and takes out two road flares and a bottle of potent accelerant. Right there, in the middle of the street, she sets the zombie’s body on fire, then checks the victim for identification before doing the same to him.

“Sorry.” She remarks, tossing the road flare onto the victim’s corpse.

“Don’t dwell on it, Ginger. He’s infected now. Just get it done...” Nina coldly remarks, finally lowering her rifle.

“Grandpa!!!” A young woman shrieks from inside the pharmacy, where she’d sequestered herself.

“Don’t mind them. Come on. We need to report this one right away, especially with a civilian casualty.”

Without saying another word or checking on the people inside the store, Nina makes her way back to their squad car, leaving the small crowd to gather around the burning bodies. Ginger looks back on the group and tries to talk to them, but they’re in no mood. The girl mumbles incoherently through her tears, demanding to know why they couldn’t save her grandfather, despite the fact that he was dead long before they’d arrived on-scene. She soon follows her partner, who yells out to her like a pet.

“Ginger! Come!”

As she climbs inside the car, she watches the small crowd consoling the weeping young woman and placing calls. At least one teenager is filming the incident on his phone, probably to post to the increasingly popular Chinese spy app, Clik-Clak. Nina’s dainty fingers and pointy claws type away on the keyboard of the computer, unconcerned with the scene unfolding outside.

“I feel bad.” Ginger suddenly remarks.

“Still? I didn’t say I was going to sleep with your boy-toy.” Nina replies with an annoyed sigh.

“I’m not talking about that! ... And you didn’t say you weren’t going to try it, either.”

“Oh? Didn’t I?” Nina’s lips curl into a small but sinister grin.

“You’d better not.” Ginger whimpers.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“I mean it! I don’t want to smell you on him.” Gingers warns.

“Alright, alright!” Nina growls. “Well, if that’s not what’s bothering you, what is?”

Ginger points a clawed finger directly in front of the car. Nina follows her finger and sees the small crowd, and the young woman weeping beside her grandfather’s burning corpse, now blackened and thoroughly unrecognizable. She’s held back by a few thoughtful bystanders.

“Oh, yeah... That... Don’t worry. Parasol Group is going to pay big time for this one!”

Sometime later, Spencer Wellson, the CEO of Parasol Group, sits behind the ornate onyx desk in his office, in the very heart of Ferretville’s downtown. Standing across from him, Chief Brandt Steele looks at him with arms crossed. The somewhat overweight husky with a fondness for pinning butterflies and taxidermy snarls as he shakes his head.

“I said it was an accident! These things happen!” Mr. Wellson exclaims, a smarmy little grin on the tiger’s face.

“Except they keep happening. I can’t let this one go, Spence. We’ve received several complaints already! ... I’m... I’m going to have to cite you.”

“What?!” Mr. Wellson gasps.

“Five-thousand dollars for improper handling of a lab subject, plus twenty-thousand dollars for the accidental death of a citizen.” Chief Steele begins writing a ticket. “You can expect a civil suit for it, too.”

“Aww, man!” Mr. Wellson whines.

“You can pay by phone or in person. If you want to contest it, I’ve circled the court date.” Chief Steele holds the ticket out to him.

With a little grumble and a snarl, Mr. Wellson leans forward, across his massive desk. He grunts as he stretches, getting out of his chair and all but laying on top of the desk to reach Chief Steele’s ticket. He snatches it away with a loud crinkle. With a relieved sigh, he relaxes in his chair and examines the ticket.

“Who terminated this one, anyway? Was it that Christian Greenfield guy again, or maybe his partner, Gillian Holiday? Those two really have it out for me.” Mr. Wellson asks.

“Neither. It was Officer Nina Sphynx.”

“The cat?!”

“Yeah.” Chief Steele nods. “She’s one of our best officers.”

“I’ve heard! Our guy, Alfred Weskin has nothing but good things to report from her, and her partner, too! She’d make a good candidate. Both of them, actually! I’d pay them even more than I pay you! Er... In total. Not individually!” Mr. Wellson smirks.

“That’s right...” Chief Steele smirks. “They’d never do it though. I’ve heard Officer Sphynx has a thing for humans, and Officer Affen is dating one... I think...”

“Damn... Oh, well. You can’t win ‘em all.”

“Why do you only use human test subjects, anyway?”

“Easier to see what happens to them, without all that pesky fur in the way.” Mr. Wellson casually replies.

“Oh... Well... Just do me a favor and keep the experiments in the secret underground lab, okay?”

“The one in the mansion or the one underneath the subway?”

“...”

“I mean, ‘yes, of course!’ Heh.” Mr. Wellson replies, folding the ticket into a paper airplane.

“I’m serious! People don’t like it when zombies eat their loved ones. I gotta take those calls and send out my best cops to clean up your company’s mess... Es... Messes. It’s a real pain in the ass, you know! Not to mention all the paperwork...” Chief Steele sighs.

“Hey, I said it’s all good.” Mr. Wellson promises, throwing the paper airplane.

“You’re sure?” The paper airplane bounces off Chief Steele’s chest.

“Pinky swear!”

“... Good enough for me! Have a nice day, Spence!” The Chief chirps, putting on his fancy police hat.

“Likewise, Brandt. See you at the fundraiser!”

Chief Steele makes his way out of Mr. Wellson’s office and closes the door. Mr. Wellson opens a little drawer in his desk to reveal his customized Beretta pistol sitting near his right hand. A little pile of citations from all the previous incidents are on the left. He presses a button on the intercom and calls out to his personal assistant.

“Ava?”

“Yes, sir?” Ms. Fong responds.

“Remind me to pay another citation at the end of next week. It’s lying on the floor here, somewhere. Go ahead and shove it in my desk when you’re done.”

“Yes, sir. Making a note of it now, sir.”

“Thank you, and please remind P.R. to handle this one. I’m told it got a little messy.”

“I’m already on it, sir.”

“Thank you... Oh! And reschedule the next experiment until after the fundraiser.”

“Of course, sir.”

A few days later, Officer Nina Sphynx is driving her squad car on patrol. Without any specific missions, her team continue to perform the usual policing duties but tonight she’s on her own. Ginger called in sick. As she drives past the old, abandoned strip mall, looking for ne’er-do-wells, she sees the familiar headlights and silhouette of a Hyundai pickup. Ian suddenly drives past her, on his way home from work. Glancing into her rearview mirror, Nina notices that his taillight is still out.

“I mean it, Nina. I really like him! Don’t try sleeping with him...” Ginger’s voice echoes quietly in her memories.

“Hmm...” Nina thinks sinister thoughts.

“Are you listening to me?! Don’t fuck my would-be boyfriend! I’ll be really, really mad at you!” Ginger’s voice whines a little louder.

She barely hesitates. Flipping on the lightbar, Nina whips the car around and chases Ian down. He pulls into the parking lot of the strip mall and parks under the only active streetlight, then turns on the dome light inside his truck.

“My, what a good boy you are.” Nina remarks to herself. “Pull around the corner of the building.” She commands over the loudspeaker.

Ian obeys, driving the car slowly around the corner. Nina follows him, puts the squad car into park and deactivates the front of the lightbar, leaving the back activated. She steps out of the car and casually approaches the driver’s side, where a startled Ian glimpses the exquisite figure of the buxom feline. The long-haired and bearded human pokes his head out of the window, looking around.

“Just you?”

“Mhm.” Nina nods, the claw on her thumb hooking the low-profile zipper of her light blue top. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” She asks, slowly opening her top.

“Well, I-” He suddenly pauses.

“Yeah?”

Ian leans back in his seat, looking with wide eyes as Nina pokes her head into his car, the same way Ginger likes to. Her plump breasts are smooshed against the door, popping up and revealing much of her furry chest to him. With tan fur on her bottom jaw, neck and chest, her curves are easy to see in the darkness, as is the way she licks her lips. Her dark pink tongue caresses her fangs. She stares at him with her black eyes and glowing orange irises, gazing like a hungry lioness. She leans even closer and Ian gulps, his face turning beet red.

“Aww, you’re blushing!” Nina giggles in a rather sinister way, scratching behind his beard with the claw of her index finger.

“Erm... Where’s Ginger?”

“She’s out sick.”

“Huh?! She didn’t say anything to me!”

“She’s very forgetful, sometimes.”

Ian pulls out his phone and tries to unlock it, and a frustrated Nina quickly takes it from him.

“You’re dealing with me, and I require your undivided attention.” She speaks in a commanding and yet sultry tone.

“Okay. Sorry.” He nervously complies.

“Good! ... Now... Step out of the car please.” She commands, her eyes scanning him from head to crotch, eying him like candy.

“Uh, yeah. Okay, sure.”

“Mmm. Cooperation is one of my favorite traits in a man.” She coos, pulling open his door with one hand and sneakily taking out her handcuffs with the other.

“Uh... What?”