Knot County Sheriff's Department; Case Four
Vulva Licking Vandals
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This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by the ancient Goddess Hera has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.
In this chapter, Deputy Wendy Cunningham catches a pair of lovely Lizard ladies spray painting a building with their erotic "artwork"...
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Early afternoon, Deputy Wendy Cunningham has been asked to take a statement from the owner of a local convenience store. It might not have been an emergency or even an active call, but even getting the basic facts from this particular citizen had already proven unpleasant.
The young Deputy had done an admirable job to maintain as stoic a face as she could as the middle-aged man filed his formal complaint, and although he wasn't outright hostile his heavily disgruntled attitude was not making Wendy's job particularly easy. That said, it was entirely understandable why the store owner was so incensed, as he was claiming that the wall of his building had been tagged with graffiti multiple times over the last couple of weeks.
"Have you seen the vandals at any time, and would you be able to describe them?" Wendy asked, very polite and formally, just wanting to get all the info she could.
"Yeah, I spotted 'em last time, but they scared off too quick for me to catch them. I can tell you they were definitely a couple of those Lizard folks, no mistaking those big tails they were dragging behind 'em. Pretty sure one even one of those big, flappy hoods, real hard to miss. And I guess they were dressed like you'd expect a couple of punks to look like." The store owner grumbled out, looking down hard on the Officer as she jotted down the details in her notebook.
"So were these kids?" Wendy asked to clarify, but the owner just scowled and scoffed at that question.
"Not kids,
punks
I said! Probably a head taller than you, officer. They definitely weren't kids, and they need to be slapped in hand cuffs, not given a time out." The man explained irately.
"I understand sir, I just wanted to be clear." Wendy spoke, easily diffusing the owner's shortening patience. "If you say they vandalized your wall several times then there's a chance they might come again. I'll make sure to drive around your store several times when I'm on patrol tonight." At Wendy's offer, the man took a deep sigh while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Thank you, officer. Sorry if I came off a little rude, this kinda thing just riles me up, you know."
"It's perfectly fine sir. And I'll be sure to stay on the lookout tonight."
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It was now nearly midnight, and Wendy was quite close to finishing her long shift on patrol. She was just about done with her last lap around town, and as promised she'd come to circle around the convenience store several times. But just as she was making her final pass by the place, the young Deputy just happened to see down the back alley at just the right angle and spotted a flash of movement behind the building. Someone was skulking around back there, and she assumed it was likely to be her graffiti artists. Grumbling silently to herself that they of course had to show up right before she clocked out, Wendy pulled her car into the parking lot and got out to confront them.
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Behind the convenience store, two young women of a very different sort than the Deputy stood chattering as they each sized up the back wall of the building, quite proud of the imagery they'd just about finished putting up. One took a heavy sigh, stretching out her shoulders before turning her focus from the wall to her companion.
"Well Cleo, I really hope you're about satisfied with this. Took us three whole nights to finish." The first one spoke, the annoyance in her voice mild but not completely ignorable.
"How many times have I told you, Nef? You can't rush art, and I think the turn out on this one was well worth the time." The second figure, Cleo, replied, sounding much more satisfied than her friend.
"It's not the time I care about, but tagging the same place over and over again is just begging to get us caught. Hell, that old bastard nearly caught us last time. Now he's probably watching the place like a hawk." Nef argued, a bit more insistently this time.
"Will you relax? If the old man
was
watching us, he would've come screaming after us by now." The other artist simply dismissed her friend's worry with a smirk. "Besides, the moron didn't even take the chance to cover up our work, it would've been a complete waste to not finish it. And you can't tell me he didn't deserve this. Fucker deserves to have this seen by the whole town."
Nef couldn't help chuckling slightly, appeased by Cleo's rationale. "Not gonna argue with you there."