Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Naughty Officer

Upon finding my way through the void that inevitably led to Scritch City, I may have neglected mentioning that I was promptly arrested by two police officers. One was a male German Shepard by the name of Officer Benson, and the other was a lovely female fox named Officer Dakota. Benson was a sort of by-the-book policeman. He kept citing regulations and such to me. Dakota, on the other hand, was pretty much flirting with me from the beginning.

Even though I was clearly allowed into this place by Miss Silky herself, I was still expected to be taken to the Scritch City Police HQ by these two. I was even placed into a cell. (This was actually the place I noticed the green fox, by the way. I was coming in as he was going out. I think I might have gotten his cell.)


I got to talking with a few of the other inmates. There was a rat, whose name I forget. A kangaroo named Adrian who seemed to be a bit... violently drunk. There was a small fox in there as well, but I have forgotten her name also.

I never felt too bad about my situation. I had obviously been given permission to be there, so I supposed that this whole thing was just a temporary measure until Miss Silky could make sure of my safety. I was right about that, by the by. But the reason I am bringing up this little adventure at all is because of a sweet little encounter with that Dakota.

I had a feeling that it was going to happen. The cell I was in had a certain smell to it already. Officer Dakota swaggered in with that grin she always seemed to have when she looked at me. I asked her how long I was going to be in there. I believe she replied, "As long as I want you here, honey."

"A threat?" I said with a grin.

"Never been with someone like you before," she told me as she began disrobing.

I'll just come out to say it. Within the next minute, me and this lovely fox were fucking right there on the cell bed. Everyone in the other cells could see it, but I wasn't too worried about it. That fox had a way with me. She probably had a way with everyone. Who knows? Maybe this was a welcome message from Miss Silky herself.

"Bad boy," she whispered into my ear as I was rammed deep inside.


This was beginning to seem a bit more like an exotic vacation rather than an unwilling internment. Officer Dakota took my load without a single complaint. Not sure if I had the ability to make her pregnant, us being two different species and all, but she did not seem to care either way. After it was all over, she nuzzled with me a little while and then left me alone.

I heard officer Benson yelling at her a little while later. He called her unprofessional and other such names. I chuckled knowing that nothing like that would ever stop her from screwing with the men she was attracted to. I was released soon after and given instructions to meet with Miss Silky at the Railroad Club. Everything about my current situation was arranged after that.

Before I close up my blog, I have an upcoming interview with our mystery person. (Not the green fox, but the one behind the strange text I got the other day. It was mentioned in the previous blog.) Seems he knows something concerning the whole Railroad Towers transition incident. Not sure exactly when this interview will take place, but I'll be posting the results as soon as I can.

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4 comments:

  1. Yeah, Officer Dakota turned your lemon into lemonade by using you as the lemon juice bottle!

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    1. So you're saying... What I think your saying... Never mind... I give up.

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  2. Officer Dakota seems to play by her own rules getting what she wants. Good luck with your meeting with Miss Silky.

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