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[b][u][center]Fine Feline Exposition

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

In a city where the cops were all anthros and humans were surreptitiously kept out of positions of power, it was easy to start feeling a bit helpless in the system. Even more so when you were a criminal and didn’t have much of the system on your side to start with. Raymond was one such person, but unlike most of the rest of his species, he was willing to take a stand and try and make a change, if not for himself, then for others.

The orange-suited convict was seated outside the DA’s office, two guards on either side of him to make sure that he didn’t cause trouble. The two felines – one a lion, the other a panther – chuckled to each other as they looked down at him.

“Looks like a pretty weak human, doesn’t he?”

“Oh, I dunno,” the panther said. “Looks like he’s got a bit of muscle.”

“Not much compared to us, though.”

“No, but he’s got other qualities. Remember how he started squirming underfoot at that bust?”

He blushed, but he didn’t say anything. Saying anything would only get the police more agitated, more annoyed with him, and they were already prone to abuse of power as it was.

He remembered the bust that they were talking about. The cops had come flooding in on a drug deal going down, and they were not kind with how they subdued their targets. Oh, deadly force wasn’t a problem, but the humiliation of it…

Raymond remembered being grabbed by his shirt collar and thrown to the ground, a set of dexterous toes making sure that he stayed down, curling claws against his throat and making it clear that he was going to be in serious trouble if he fought back against them. He’d stayed still, alright, though he’d squirmed when the panther in question had started stroking his face with those toes.

Another shiver ran down his spine as he remembered that particular moment, and he did his best to throw it back out of his head. The last thing that he needed was to start squirming in his seat, getting all…worked up…

[i]Not even interested in paws…[/i]

And that was the truth. He had never been interested in them before, never thought of them as anything sexual. The fact that he was even slightly interested in them now was…off-putting, like something had been forced to change in his head.

That’s why he was here. He wanted to talk to the DA and see if there was something that could be done about the cops and the way that they abused the people that they were hunting, capturing. There had to be something that could be done, something that would give a few rights back to the citizens on the street.

Particularly to humans, who seemed to be losing out more than the others. He had yet to see anyone that could fight back against the cops, particularly once they started breaking out all those special moves of theirs. Anthros had a chance of getting away, but humans? Not a chance in hell.

Finally, the door to the DA’s office opened, a secretary mouse poking her head out.

“Raymond?”

“Yes?” he said.

“Good to see you. The DA will see you now. Officers, you are to report to the interrogation room down the hall,” she added, nodding towards it.

They left without a word, and Raymond watched them as they went. He wanted to say that he sneered, or did something to show a bit of independence, but instead…well, his eyes were drawn further down than he’d like.

He stared at the mesh shoes and socks that the officers wore, at the way that it made them look barefoot when they were not. He imagined those paws coming at his face again, holding him down, reminding him of the deadly power of those paws and what they could do to him if he didn’t show proper submission.

The idea was still in his head as he stood up, and he hoped that he wasn’t popping a boner in the process.

“Follow me,” the mouse said.

He did just that, entering the room with her. She tapped on the door on the far side, and a voice in the next office called for him to come in. Raymond gave the mouse woman a nod of thanks, then stepped in.

It was a snow leopard, something that didn’t surprise him. The DA was leaning against his desk, tapping his toes on the ground impatiently in the same mesh shoes that the officers had been wearing. He looked up from his papers with an expression of interest, and with a small smile, too.

That was encouraging, at least, somewhat. He hoped that meant that the DA was a bit more interested in his case than dismissive. Raymond nodded at him and offered his hand.

“Hi. I’m…I’m Raymond.”

“Yes, Raymond. A convict, yes? Something about a drug bust, being part of the selling of minor illegal materials?”

“…Yes, that is on my record,” he admitted. “I wasn’t going to be there for long. I just was the lookout.”

“Not a very good lookout, heh. I suppose that’s forgivable. But you’re not here for an appeal on your sentence, from what I hear. Something about making sure that the cops are less rough or something?”

“Yes. I…I want to talk about some of the police brutality that’s going on out there.”

“Sit down.”

He did, taking a few deep breaths as he did. There was something here, something that felt, well, off. He didn’t know what it was just yet, but there was something about the snow leopard that made him think that this might have been a mistake. Maybe it was the amusement that the other guy seemed to have for the situation rather than taking it seriously, or maybe there was something about him that seemed to be more amused at having a human in his office, like he was seeing someone else with an anti-human bias.

Whatever it was, he told himself that he still had to try, still had to attempt making things better. Raymond cleared his throat as he got comfortable in his chair, and the snow leopard – Zade – leaned forward.

“So, what is the problem, precisely? There haven’t been any other claims of police brutality in the last few years, so I want you to know that we are taking this completely seriously.”

That smile on the feline’s face said that it was being treated anything but seriously, but Raymond nodded.

“I wanted to talk about my arrest, and how the officers there treated me. At best, you can say that they treated me rudely, but…”

He rubbed the side of his face, remembering how it felt to be under-paw, how that mesh-covered foot felt rubbing on his face, grinding him into the street. It had been as humiliating as one could imagine, and he still thought of it some nights.

“The police…they were rough. They threw us around with their feet, throwing us against buildings and down on the ground, then they stood on us. Pinning us there. Some of them were shouting at us to start licking their toes, to start doing things for them that were…completely out of line.”

“Sexual things?” Zade asked.

“Yeah. Some of them wanted us to suck their toes, and others actually took it so far as to make us…make us take off our pants, show off how much we ‘liked’ what they were doing to us.”

“And did you?”

“I didn’t, but…”

“And you saw others doing that? Were they hard?”

The snow leopard’s question threw him off his game, and he blinked in surprise. Zade merely stared at him, the DA saying nothing, merely encouraging him with a gesture to keep talking. Raymond sputtered.

“W-well, some were, yes. But that doesn’t mean what they were doing was right.”

“No, but it does mitigate some of the damage if the criminals were enjoying it.”

“But it – that’s still abuse of power, isn’t it?”

“Heh, do you think that’s what it is, little human?”

“I have a name.”

“Yes, but it’s not really suitable, is it? I think that you need a little reminder about how things work in this city. How they work to make sure that everyone stays as equal as possible under the law.”

Thump. Thump.

There were two soft thumps from the other side of the desk, and Raymond blinked at the strange sound. Zade chuckled.

“I seem to have dropped something. Why don’t you go down and pick it up?”

“…”

“I would suggest doing it now, human. It would go better for you.”

He didn’t like the sound of that, but the DA would be the one that pushed hardest for what sort of punishment the human had in prison. So far, he had a relatively light sentence of nine months, but that could easily be expanded, particularly once parole time started coming up. Raymond got down on his knees –

And found himself staring at the paw meshes on the floor. The snow leopard’s broad soles were pushed up, the pads along the bottom easily visible. One reached out, the underside stroking along the side of his face, the tips of the claws pushed out just enough to leave a slight scratch along his cheekbone.

“Is it that bad, hmm? To think of being under a cop’s paws?”

“I…I don’t want…I wasn’t interested in…”

“No, you weren’t, but that’s how it works here. Heh. Come closer.”

The command was impossible to resist, and the human did as he was told, crawling closer to the feline’s legs under the desk. He shivered as the paw on his face rubbed along his cheek, then went further down, running along his neck before coming back up against his lips. The human kept his mouth shut tight, trying to not make it too obvious that he was starting to…to enjoy this.

“Now, as you can see, you’re already changed from your experience. You don’t want to fight, do you? You don’t want to argue.”

There was no doubt about that. Raymond shivered as he felt those toes rubbing against his lips, almost pushing their way in before the snow leopard pulled them back. Zade chuckled.

“Is there a problem, convict?”

“Mmmph…”

“Nothing wrong, then? Let’s continue with the case and your statement, then.”

He heard the sound of shuffling papers on top of the desk, realizing that he was stuck under the DA’s desk. He tried to pull back, only for the paws to push at him, pinning him against the very chair that he’d just been sitting in. If he turned, he’d cut his face. If he pushed them away, they’d just pin him down all the harder.

There was only one choice, and that was to sit there, to let those paws rub over his face, to tease him with their soft fur and softer scent.

“Now, I see that you had claims of brutality when you were brought into prison, that you were looked over and that you were found to have bruises of various sorts. Is that true?”

“Mm-hmm,” he grunted.

“Well, that’s certainly a sad thing. One should not be injured just from being brought in after a bust. That said, I’m sure that they had reason. Resisting arrest, perhaps, or resisting your arresting officer?”

“Mmmph…nnn…”

“Nothing like that, hmm? You claim that there was nothing you did that defied the officer, that made him angry with you? There was nothing that might have implied that you would be difficult if you were left uncuffed, unmolested?”

There was no way that he would have been unmolested. They were all teased, tormented. Some called it being foot-raped, considering what was used against them, but there was nothing that he could say with those toes in his face, the way that they were grinding against his lips. If he opened his mouth to say anything, he’d be instantly gagged, and then what could he do?

The DA tsked softly above him, going through the papers again.

“According to the nurse that took care of you, there were a few abrasions down below the waist. Is that true?”

“Mm-hmm!”

“You mean to say that your penis was rubbed raw, ground against something with such force that it started to get injured, like scraping your knee on the ground? Why, what could possibly give you that sort of injury?”

That had come when the arresting officer had made him show his ‘gratitude’ by humping up against the mesh that they wore. The mesh had been a bit on the rough side, and as a result, it had ground against the sensitive skin down there and left some marks. That had to be in the report. It had to be.

“Hmmm, a mystery, I’m afraid. Nothing here to explain that.”

Raymond’s eyes went wider and wider as he felt his protections and rights being stripped away one by one. The DA pushed his paws forward, shaking his head as he rubbed his soles up and down along the sides of the human’s face, the toes touching and tickling Raymond’s cheeks, the claws almost pricking his neck, the pads occasionally covering his ears before going up the sides of his head and then coming down the front.

The petting that he kept getting from those feet was something that he didn’t know how to take. It just seemed to keep coming, rubbing, teasing, always giving him something different. His cheeks burned as he realized that he was being treated like some sort of house-pet, like his face was nothing but something to stroke with anything that happened to be at hand. Feet, hands, whatever…

And it was feet, of course. His cock was throbbing in the orange jumpsuit, reacting to something that had never affected him before. His eyes closed tight, only to feel the pressure of toes on the eyelids.

“Ah ah. No looking away, little human.”

“Mmmph…”

“I will move my toes in a moment, and you’ll open your eyes. Do you understand?”

“…Mm-hmm…”

“Good.”

The snow leopard moved his feet, alright, and Raymond followed his orders, opening his eyes once more. The paws had pulled back by a few inches, giving him space to breathe for once.

“Now, why don’t you come over to my side of the desk, and we can talk properly?”

The human was grateful for anything that would allow him to get off the floor, to allow him to speak again. He hurried around the desk, only to sit down again as the DA gestured for him to return to the ground.

Soft-furred paws were pressed into his lap, the pressure of them on his crotch making his already-stiff cock feel all the harder. He blushed worse, trying to find the words to ask for them to move, but there was nothing that came to mind.

Instead, the DA smiled down at him, shuffling his feet from side to side as he leaned his head back.

“Now, as you can tell, there’s no case for you to accuse the department of police brutality. All of those injuries can be explained away, and I’m afraid that it would be of great hindrance to the department to have the case come forward at all. It’s part of their training, you understand.”

“T-training? To…to break us?”

“To handle their prey, yes.”

“What…prey? You…”

“It’s so hard to think when you’re being teased, isn’t it? It’s hard to think when paws are rubbing against your cock, making it harder, stiffer, more eager to be played with. All you can think about are my soft paws down there, making you grind forward, making you whimper from how good it feels.”

That was the horrible part of it. The snow leopard was completely right about how good it felt, and no matter how hard Raymond kept telling himself that it was a trick, no matter how hard he tried to resist, all he could think about was how those paws were bouncing his dick back and forth in his jumpsuit, making it impossible for him to focus on his words, on his plan.

The DA chuckled at him, pulling one paw up, the toe hooking into the zipper on his chest. The human could do nothing to stop him as the zipper was pulled down, gradually dragged all the way down to a spot just under Raymond’s balls. The feeling of his cock hopping out of his pants, springing up and slapping against his belly, was just one more humiliation that he had to deal with.

“Now, look at that.”

Raymond gasped as the two paws batted at him, making the stiff shaft throb and bounce from left to right and back again, the head bouncing off of soft pads or furred toes. The claws were carefully sheathed, barely kept away from his cock, barely keeping the sensitive rod from being ripped to bits.

“Look at how eager you are. Isn’t that better than resisting?”

“Mmmph…I just…I don’t want to…”

“You don’t want what, hmm? To be exposed? To be shown as the pervert you are?”

“But…wasn’t…”

“Heh, you weren’t one before the cops got their hands on you?”

He shook his head rapidly. They hadn’t done anything to him besides put their paws on him, but ever since then, all he could think about was being under their paws again. He wanted to feel them, wanted to feel them on his head, on his cock. To taste them, to smell them, to…to worship them.

“Stand up, human.”

Raymond did so, panting hard as his cock pointed right in front of him, sticking out and begging for attention by bouncing up and down. The attention didn’t come, but he was allowed to follow the DA over to a whiteboard on his wall. The snow leopard tapped against the side of it, and suddenly, it was transparent.

It showed the interrogation room that the other cops had gone to, and the panther and the lion were both smirking, looking down at another convict. This time, it was an anthro, but the anthro was showing the same sort of reactions that he had been displaying. The same staring down, the same panting, the same throbbing in the crotch.

“You see,” Zade explained, “you are hardly the only one that is treated this way. The city has come up with a means of channeling the bestial instincts of my species, and any other feline, into making sure that the laws are fair and equal for all involved. It’s only a matter of ensuring that they are made to be aggressive to the right people.”

Raymond couldn’t look away as the two cops pulled the table out of the way, pushing the rabbit back in his chair, his ears folded back as one black-furred paw rested on his face, grinding against his cheeks. The rabbit’s crotch was bulging, a stiff tent in it making it clear that he enjoyed the treatment, at least on some level.

He couldn’t look away as the two felines continued to stalk around the rabbit, letting him almost fall, then grabbing him with their paws and pulling him back up, making him sniff them, lick their toes in gratitude, before putting him through the game again.

Every time, it came closer to letting him actually get hurt, but they never did. They kept teasing him, though, and that bulge kept getting bigger.

“It’s a way of ensuring that everyone stays safe. Criminals are humiliated, allowing for the felines and other predators on the force to channel their aggression into something safe on people that the rest of society doesn’t care about, and the rest of the city stays completely safe. The force is able to focus their instincts on something safe, allowing them to channel greater strength into their duties, and they are given a reward that makes them want to continue that sort of behavior.

“And you criminals, of course, are quickly trained to enjoy being underfoot, to be weak to the police in any subsequent encounters. I am sure that you, in particular, would be throbbing hard and on your knees before the first kick was thrown.”

It was a humiliating truth, and he couldn’t help but think that it was entirely possible that he’d do just that. The idea of seeing a cop charging him now only filled him with lust, making him think that he should be giving…giving them some respect, getting down on his knees and licking at their toes before they were –

“Nnnngh!”

He pulled away from the interrogation window, covering his eyes, panting hard as his cock started to dance between his legs. It was nearly spitting pre-cum at the thoughts that were running through his mind, and the humiliation only got worse when the snow leopard reached down and gave his shaft a good, hard squeeze.

“What’s the matter, hmm? Are you thinking of it now?”

“Nnngh…please…”

“Get on your knees, convict.”

He did without even thinking about it, the hard floor rattling his kneecaps at the impact, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he had to obey, had to be at the paws of the better man, of the stronger feline. He looked up, his eyes going wide as he saw the DA pulling his zipper down.

What popped out was a thick shaft, one with barbs and a hint of pre-cum already at the tip. It wasn’t huge, not nearly as huge as someone might have expected for the power exchange, but it was large enough at seven inches long. The tip was already against his nose, the scent strong enough to grab him and hold him.

“If you want to stay in good standing, convict, you’re going to want to convince me that you understand what a waste of time this was. You are going to want to convince me that you understand that you should never bring this up again.”

Raymond whimpered, the plan in his head fading away in a burst of fiery need. He wanted to make things better, but the more that Zade pushed him, the more he realized that it was impossible. He couldn’t make things better. He couldn’t change them. The city was too entrenched in the way that it ran things, and the fuzzies were too high up to be able to challenge. They had a way to break anyone that came after them, and he was caught in it.

He shivered as he looked at that barbed cock again, his mouth watering despite himself. He had never sucked a cock before, let alone a fuzzy one, and this…

But this…

But this was hotter than he wanted it to be. His urges were strong, and the need to submit to the owner of those soft, massive paws just made it impossible for him to pull his head back and defy the DA. Zade had him right where he wanted him, and there was no denying that.

Half-whimpering, half-moaning, Raymond leaned in and gently pulled the tip of that cock into his mouth. It was warm, even hot, and the tip stiffened further as he dragged his tongue along it. The first little spray of pre was more than he expected, and he gagged slightly before he could swallow it down.

The texture of the barbs on his tongue was new, and he didn’t know how to handle them. All he did was swallow, grinding his tongue against the head, forcing himself to start getting used to the different feeling, all while the DA started to pull him closer and closer to his crotch.

Suck, slide, suck, lick. That was how he treated the shaft, giving it the affection and attention that Zade seemed to think himself due. The feeling of the thick cock between his lips, the way that it stretched his jaws, the way that it made him feel, only made him groan as he sucked harder, bobbed his head faster.

As the DA sat down, he followed the snow leopard to his chair, never letting that shaft out of his mouth. For his reward, his cock was grabbed by those fuzzy paws, rubbed, teased, tugged. The toes curled around the head of his shaft, tugging it this way and that, using it the way that a driver might have used a gear-shift in a car. The feeling was so different, so unique, and so…so pleasurable.

He whimpered as he bobbed his head down to the base of the feline’s cock, feeling his throat spasming. He wanted to pull back, but the DA pinned him down.

“Ah ah. Remember, you want to impress me, make me understand that you won’t be doing something this stupid again. Can you do that?”

“Mmmph…”

“Good boy.”

The feline allowed him to move back after a few seconds, and it took all the human’s willpower to keep from gagging as he went back. He coughed, he sputtered…and he pushed himself forward to do it again.

Every time that he bobbed down to the base of the snow leopard’s shaft, those paws worked him over all the more. They rubbed him, stroked him, tugged him. The shaft was pulled between two fuzzy toes, rubbed in a slow up and down motion, while the toes of the other paw were pressed right against his orbs, grinding on his balls as they churned.

He had to be making a mess down there, had to be soaking the snow leopard’s toes and soles, but nothing was said about that. The only words that filled the air were reminders of where he belonged.

“That’s it, little convict. You aren’t going to be getting out from under this, are you? Even at the end of your sentence, you know what’s coming. More days, more years of yearning for the paws of the police force, of law enforcement putting you back in your place. You want to be down there, you want to give them the respect that they deserve. You want to be a good little paw lover don’t you?’

He nodded, unable to help himself. Raymond pulled off of the snow leopard’s cock, panting hard, his mouth wet with pre-cum and spit, strings of goo connecting him to the feline’s shaft. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t do anything but hump against the paws on his cock, feeling the way that they pushed down, constricted his cock, forced it up, forced him to think of nothing but the paws.

“You are a good little convict. You know your place. You understand where you belong.”

Push. Another soft step on his balls, not enough to hurt, but enough to make him spurt pre-cum along the top of the other paw. He whimpered, moaning, nodding.

“I am a paw lover. I’m…I’m a paw-loving convict…”

“Yes, you are. A good little convict that knows where he belongs, what he owes society now.”

That was it. That was it. It was pushing deeper into his brain, giving him the deep, heavy paw fetish that he needed to make up for what he had done. Breaking the law, doing wrong, meant that he had to give in to the police, that he had to do what he could to make them happy, to make them feel like they were appreciated for their work.

He would never commit a crime again, but by doing this, he made sure that they had something to make him safe again if he ever slipped. Raymond felt…happy about that, even if he was a bit humiliated at the same time.

His mouth hung open, panting hard like a dog, only to be suddenly plugged again by the snow leopard’s cock.

“You’re not done. But I almost am…”

Sharp claws grabbed him by the sides of his head, yanking him down, forcing him to suck and blow the big guy as hard and as fast as he could. He gagged as he was face-fucked, his worshipful blowjob changing into a simple use. He moaned under his breath, unable to help himself, the pressure of the paw job down on his cock keeping him from complaining.

The fetish was deep in his head, now, and there was no way to get away from it. He was completely bound to the service of the cops and the law enforcement of the city now. He wanted to be there, he needed to be there, and it was the only way that he could make up for everything that he had done. He had to be a good little paw lover, a good little paw slut for them, reminding them that they were better, the strong hunters, the…

Suddenly, the snow leopard stopped moving, holding him down at the base. Zade was…was cumming, Raymond realized, and he moaned as he sucked down the seed, pulling it into his throat and down to his stomach. He had never sucked someone off before, never wanted to, but it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be. If anything, it was…well, rather pleasant, rather hot. A bit salty, though.

He sucked, swallowed, sucked, swallowed until the load was done, giving him a chance to breathe for a moment or two. The human gasped as the snow leopard pulled out, that shaft slowly softening in front of him. His cock bounced up and down, begging for attention, and the DA smiled.

“You have learned your lesson?”

Raymond nodded, panting, thrusting his hips up.

“Heh, I’m sure that you think you have.” Zade chuckled, pulling his mesh shoes off the floor. “However, you haven’t finished your first ‘interrogation’ yet.”

“Nnngh…In…Interrogation?”

“You’ve been convicted, of course, but you haven’t given up any information on the rest of the group, yet.”

“Mmmmph…”

“My cop associates will be with you momentarily. They will treat you to the same experience that the rabbit you were observing was going through.”

“And…and at the end?”

“Well, that depends on you, doesn’t it?” Zade smiled. “I will be watching. If you do well, then I will allow them to give you some…relief.”

“And…and if I…if I don’t?”

“Then obviously, you aren’t as keen to be a good, law-abiding citizen as we all thought you were, and we’ll have to push you through a few more sessions of indoctrination. After all, we have to keep the system running smoothly.”

“…Yes…yes sir…”

“Good.”

As the snow leopard dragged his mesh shoes back on, wiggling his toes slowly to get them comfortable, Raymond looked back at the board. The bunny had just been taken from the room, and the two felines were going to come for him soon. They were going to ask him questions, but would he be allowed to answer those questions? Or would they just bounce him around the room with their paws?

With how hard his cock was, he wasn’t sure that he would mind either way.

He was just thinking of pulling up his zipper when the DA’s door opened, the cops stepping inside. They looked down at him and smiled.

“Looks like he’s ready for us. Come on, convict…and don’t bother zipping up.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]