This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Cassie breathed slowly through her nose, unwilling to make even the slightest murmur of unnecessary noise. The bland light strip overhead promised illumination, yet she did not reach out to flick the switch, ears twitching back and forth to catch the hint of sound in the still air. The coyote hunkered in close to the wall, eyes sweeping the corridor as if expecting a foe to leap from any, admittedly closed, door at any given moment. Yet all was clear.
Cassie exhaled, sweat darkening a crescent around to the base of her ears. Since when had her job become so stressful? Okay, so perhaps it wasn't the wisest move to break into the headquarters where the captain of the police was based, but it was the task at hand and the coyote detective wasn't about to turn down a job. Like most young females in the city, whether they were furries, scalies or something else entirely, she needed the money and, damn, she needed it bad.
No: turning down work wasn't really affordable for her at that time. Still, she tried to keep to the straight and narrow where she could, keeping to private investigative work, the more interesting the better. And the job to investigate the captain of the police was certainly an interesting one indeed.
Slinking down the corridor, she checked her bodysuit for her weapons, just in case. Touching her fingers to the handle of the knife strapped to her thigh and the pistol, best used at close range, on her hip reassured her. If she was jumped, she could at least defend herself. And she couldn't have said that she didn't look dead hot in the clingy bodysuit, which hugged her curves while allowing her the ideal range of motion required to get the job done.
There. She stiffened. A door emblazoned with a plaque bearing the name she'd been looking for -- the name she was always looking for. She licked her lips, heart beating against her ribcage. It was time.
Yet she'd barely gotten her paw on the smooth wood of the polished door when another paw, not her own, closed around her throat.
"So nice of you to join me."
She tried to yelp, but the sound caught in her throat as she fought to whirl about, another paw shoving a rank smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. As much as she struggled, the drug took effect swiftly, too swiftly for retaliation, and her legs buckled, bearing her down to the ground as her grey-furred captor followed her. A flash of sharp, white teeth glinted into her line of sight a moment before her eyes closed, one paw at her hip and the pistol halfway out of the holster.
The wolf chuckled as the coyote spiralled down and down and down into the darkness, grey fading to black across her vision.
"Goodnight, Cassie."
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The world came into focus slowly and the coyote blinked, the lingering grogginess from the drug that had put her under fogging her head. She tried to shake herself, but the strain on her shoulders held her back, first trying to better take in her surroundings.
The first thing she noticed was that she was standing, or hanging, more accurately, from an O-ring set into the ceiling. A pair of police grade handcuffs had been snapped around her wrists, rattling against the chain looped through the ring in the ceiling, links seeming to flow one into the other without any flaw or break. She shuddered. A chain like that had no business in a police station, even if it was the main base.
And a very familiar wolf wearing the police captain's hat, which had been tilted at a jaunty angle, stared her down from the other side of the room, eyes smouldering in their intensity.
Cassie baulked, chains rattling.
Oh, shit.
"Well, well, well, did you take a fancy to something in my office, coyote? I do know how your kind has a penchant for...tricks."
Cassie flinched and tried to turn away, though found twisting too uncomfortable to maintain, forced to face the wolf. Where she was naked bar her fur, the wolf at least had her uniform to guard her from the chill of the room. She swallowed hard and lifted her muzzle defiantly. As if she was going to go down without a fight.
"You know who I am, I don't need an introduction," the wolf murmured dismissively, rising and stalking up to her, a small key hanging from a finer chain in her paw. "But you shouldn't have broken into my station, coyote."
She paused, eyes flashing.
