Knot County Sheriff's Department; Case Five
Noise (Cum)plaint
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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, Deputies Sarah and Felicity crack down on four raucous Canine frat boys who are making a little too much noise...
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It was just nearing 10 PM, and Deputies Sarah Kinney and Felicity Warner were driving their squad car back to the station to finish out their long day's shift. Just a little earlier that evening, the duo had been sent to bust up a local drug deal going down. Unfortunately, it seemed the perpetrators had been extremely vigilant this day, because by the time the Officers had actually arrived on scene there was nobody there except for the civilian who had first given them the tip. What's more, that woman claimed that the dealers and buyers had run off at least five minutes before their arrival, so there was no chance of the Officer's chasing them down at this point
On the upside, as the girls were investigating the actual site of the deal they found a small glass jar that had apparently been dropped and shattered on the ground, and was surrounded by a pool of colorless liquid. Assuming that it might have been a container for some sort of liquid or soluble drug, the Policewomen carefully collected the glass shards, sealing them in several plastic bags in the hope they could analyze some trace remainders. The girls did also notice an incredibly faint sweet smell lingering in the area, but gave it no thought.
Now as they were driving back to the station with their shift about to end, Felicity was already starting to loosen her "serious" Deputy-attitude, as always to her partner Sarah's chagrin.
"Wow, those dealers really caught wind of us way before we got there, practically right after we got called from how the lady told it. What do you think, do we have a mole in the department feeding info to the bad guys?" Felicity jokingly asked, far too easy-going for her hardened partner, and causing Sarah to roll her eyes.
"Hardly. Druggies like that are just paranoid, they probably saw the woman making a phone call while spying on them, assumed it was the police and scattered like rats. We're not living in some action movie, life isn't that exciting." Sarah groaned, now all but permanently exasperated with the rookie's flippant demeanor.
But Felicity just grinned wickedly at the older woman's grumpy response. "Oh I don't know, I think life is sometimes like a movie, like that time in the park when we..."
"DON'T SAY IT!" Sarah quickly cut her off, flushing red in embarrassment as she knew exactly what Felicity was about to reference.
Felicity giggled, she always loved to see how her girlfriend became so adorably flustered at the memory of their first "date." For some reason, Felicity found herself feeling rather frisky, more so than usual, anyway. Frankly, she was starting to feel pretty hot, and was practically ready to bounce out of her seat. Leaning closer towards the driver's side, the younger Deputy started to sensually stroke her fingers along Sarah's arm.
"You know, that was my absolute favorite day on the job. How about after we clock out, we go home and 'relive' that day?" Felicity sighed out, her teasing now clearly more than a joke.
"I sweat to the Goddess, all these months on the force and you're still such an incorrigible brat." Sarah grumbled, doing her best to feign her anger, but Felicity just smirked. The younger girl saw the blush creeping over her partner's face, and easily recognized the woman starting feel her own arousal.
Vexed as her shameless young protΓ©gΓ© made her, even Sarah couldn't hide the fact that, for some reason, she too was starting to feel strangely hot and bothered. But while Sarah (secretly) and Felicity (quite openly) basked in the memory of that unexpectedly pleasurable day in the park, neither girl gave any more thought to the missed drug deal, or the broken container left behind. Neither had any idea that something more than a scent might've been lingering in the air back there, let alone that it might already be affecting them in way's they could never imagine.
But just as Felicity was starting to cop a feel on her stringent superior, and Sarah was on the verge of letting her do so, their radio suddenly piped in, so rudely interrupting the beginnings of their fun.
"Dispatch to Unit 14. We've received several noise complaints about a house on Fields Boulevard, seems there's a bit of a party going on and it's disturbing the neighbors. Could you stop by on your way?"
Shaken back to duty, Sarah grumpily brushed off Felicity's wandering fingers and grabbed the radio mouthpiece. "10-4, Unit 14 on our way."
Felicity coquettishly pulled her hand away and leaned back into her seat, sighing forlornly. "Talk about bad luck. They kill
our
fun just to tell us to go kill someone
else's
fun."
"Straighten up, rookie. We're still on the job, and we're going to do our jobs as ordered." Sarah spoke, staring hard out at the road. But even as she growled this, the veteran herself was feeling more than a little frustrated as she struggled not to obviously rub her sensitive pussy into her seat.
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A short way across town, there was indeed a house that was blaring obnoxious club music into the otherwise quiet street. Inside were four young Canine college students who were far too busy pounding down beers and looking forward to their evening to care that they were causing trouble for their neighbors. The first, a white Pit Bull named Justin had just opened the tab on a new can as he cast a look across the room to one of his friends.
"Yo Tommy, where the fuck are the strippers man? I thought you scheduled them to be here like an hour ago?" Justin had to shout over the music.
The second young Dog boy, a black-and-white Border Collie, perked his head up at the accusatory shout his friend had given him.
"Chill dude. They had to push the reservation back an hour, but they should be here any minute." Tommy replied, brushing off Justin's impatience.
On the other side of the room, Curt, a sandy American Dingo, sat on a couch, intently looking over a small glass jar in his hands. It was certainly no prescription bottle, and the only label on it was a piece of masking tape with the words "Phere-Moan" crudely scrawled in black marker. After turning the jar and sloshing the colorless liquid around, Curt looked up towards yet another Dog sitting on the opposite end of the couch.