K9

Garland took the place of Mithra in pure mortification. “I- I’m going to have a record.” He mumbled as he was led towards the transport by a very tall dog beastfolk in blue inform.There were three main dog officers that were running the scene like workhorses, getting everyone in cuffs and pulling them into vehicles. The dogfolk each had tall, angular ears and medium length fluffy tails. Their eyes were red and seemed to have some form of unified modification done to them. The uniforms almost did not look serious, but the women that dressed perfectly like strippers visiting a party played it completely straight as one with light skin and long dark hair slammed Nadine into the back of a car. They wore what looked like the top part of a jacket, but it was only the top and ended where their breasts began. The only thing covering their tits were tight black or blue bikini tops which did actually seem to do the part of supporting their heavy breasts nicely. They wore skirts that could better be called as belts, with the actual belts drawn around and clasped at the front with a silver paw buckle. They wore obvious thongs that whale tail up from their asses and over their hips. Each wore differently coloured tight stockings. The crown to each of their uniforms were of course the tight, sleek black metal collars with silver diamond tags hanging just above their cleavage. Finally there were their cute hats. Wide police caps with holes in the top where their ears could poke through.

The one taking Garland had lightly bronzed skin and brown hair. He was too distracted to see that the one handling Mithra was a bit darker with longer brown hair that was red at the fringes. The rest were already booked. The dog with the sleek, short brown haircut leaned in to sniff Garland and shouted something above the commotion of getting everyone in cars.

“This one smells like cum and garbage!”

“Wear gloves.” The pale dog barked back at her, pushing Nadine’s head down so she could **** the girl into the back of a car.

“Too late… I hope I’m not sticky.” The dog holding Garland whined, her tail curling down between her thighs.

“I’m not sticky!” Garland shouted, face going bright red.

“L-listen, call my m- no, my grandma! My family has connections!” He begged.

“Oi! Garland shut the fuck up! Don’t talk to the cops, no matter what they tell you, you don’t say a fuckin’ thing! You hear m- Ow!” She shouted as her attending officer shoved her tit first into the side of the car with a wide grin.

“You got damn bitch!” Mithra growled, fighting back against the dog’s grip.

“Take off the badge and the blue! I’ll fuck you into the ground, honey! Try me without the badge! Go on! You think you’re hot shit!?” Mithra seemed to be going wild. The dog merely stood by, keeping her mostly under control. Once she found a gap in Mithra’s tirade the officer reeled her hand back and gave Mithra’s plump butt a hard smack and a squeeze.

The officer leaned in and chomped down on one of Mithra’s ears, causing the Gnoll to shudder and buckle, her legs giving way.

“You ain’t foolin’ anyone, hon.” The door was opened and the dog placed her hand down on Mithra’s head to lower her in. As she did she ruffled her hair and stroked around her stubby gnoll ears.

“So cute~ Another subby slut thinkin’ she’s hard because she’s got some breedin’ under her belt? Unlucky for you I’m purebred!” Once Mithra was in the car the dog flexed a little before slamming the door shut.

“W-what was that?” Garland asked, losing his train of thought. His girl shrugged and pushed him into a different car due to him being so small and easy to move around.

“I dunno. Your friends a huge sub. Pretends to be hard. Acts mean and dominant but really she just wants someone to bite down on her ear and peg her like the good little girl she is.” She smiled.

“That… that is so graphic! How is any of this legal!?” Garland complained while the girls hand was on the door, ready to close. The other two girls came into view, smirking and chuckling. The more serious, pale officer bent down and lifted a brow.

“You got a complaint?” She asked.

“Yes! You’re handling everyone very roughly!”

The officer nodded and shoed the other two away. “I’ll process this one’s complain personally at the station.”

“Hohoho.” The other two laughed, sound trailing off as the door slammed.

“Where’s my phone call?” Garland whined, ears drooping in the back as he was **** to lean forward due to the cuffs behind his back.

Before any of the cars left the three girls congregated around the wreck of the car as a very big, very fat man in a straining police uniform and a hat too small for his head walked onto the scene like he owned the place. Garland expect there to be a bit of friction between the man and the hard-assed dog girls. Instead they all changed in demeanour immediately, ears perking up, tails wagging and hands raising into paw position as they bent forward expectantly. The particularly stern, lighter skinned girl’s mouth fell open, and her tongue fell out over her bottom lip.

“You already did all the work? Good girls!” He congratulated them in a patronising tone.

“Who was it that got that fish under control?”

The lighter officer bounced in front of him on her heels excitedly, nodding as she yelled.

“Me!”

“Good girl~!” As he said that her red, modified eyes shaped into little hearts as her cheeks flushed deeply. He reached out and seemed like he was going to offer her a treat, and she looked like she expected it but the officer instead just pushed his fat fingers into her mouth. She sucked on it messily, drooling and licking his hand passively.

“Heh.” He nodded his head to another human officer.

“Basically, once they’re treat trained you can reduce the frequency. If you give em one, it stops being a treat and starts being expected. But… you use the anticipation and…” He trailed off, pulling the actual treat from his pocket. Her eyes widened. She stood perfectly still as he balanced it on her nose. Her eyes crossed to look at it. When he pulled his wetted fingers back and snapped them she lifted her nose. It fell into her mouth and she chomped it, wagging her hips back and forth as she chewed. The other girls looked on jealously.

“Uhh… I did a **** sniff, Kennel Master.” The short haired girl said hopefully. She smiled brightly, eyes transforming into hearts as he rubbed her ears affectionately.

“Got anything? Body cam’s on by the way.” He remarked.

She nodded excitedly. “Lots! Though… It…” She blushed and timidly asked. He clicked his camera off and she continued once she saw that.

“If Kennel Master points out the spots for me to- to signal on I can do better. I can definitely find all the ****.”

“That’s great, baby~” The Kennel Master smiled proudly. He turned to the other one with the long brown hair and red fringes. She obviously seemed left out.

“Hey~ Look at you, looking so good today!” She perked up excitedly.

“Yeah! Good work today, darlin’.”

“Thank you, Kennel Master.” She said, her own eyes joining the other two as little red hearts. The three were panting, obviously hot and obviously aroused at the man’s mere voice and presence.

Garland pretended not to be looking, but he took what he needed from that display. “I guess they know what a dominant person really looks like, huh?”

T’s interrogation:

“Listen. We got you dead to rights. You were the one swingin’ that sword!” The short-haired K9 slammed the table in front of her. Trita was slumped down in her chair, disinterested.

“I can’t breathe that well on land… How am I gonna swing a sword?”

The K9 grinned, pulling up a baggie with some chewed up blue bubble gum in it. Trita’s eyes widened and she gulped. The K9 laughed.

“That’s right, hon. We found it~ Goodness~ Oxygenation and hydration… looks like bubble gum but… huh? Who’d have guessed some lil’ gangers’d have some mil-graded gum used by the tippy top seafolk special services on land.”

Trita paused for a moment, then furrowed her brow and looked away awkwardly.

“L-lawyer.”

Nadine’s Interrogation:

The shark slung her head back over the chair she was sitting in, groaning. “I’m innocent, don’t look at me! How was I supposed to know the road endered there? You guys gotta mark those bridges better, I got basic eyes. I’m operating on smell, here~” She joked smugly, slowly raising her middle finger up above the table and bobbing it while she said.

“Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dududa!” She fully lifted it, much to the frustration of the k9 interrogating her.

Mithra’s Interrogation:

“So…” The K9 with long brown hair and red fringes asked while rubbing Mithra’s shoulders.

“For how long have you been a bitch?”

Mithra cracked in frustration. “Oh my GOD! Can you please just start asking me about my CRIMES already, you cunt!”

Shedu’s Interrogation:

“A- and then Mithra said she was totally on board with everything and Garland definitely also gave a confirmation verballs and with his body language! I saw it. They all definitely did it and I was just along for the ride I promise, ma’am!” Shedu insisted with wide, innocent eyes. The K9 smiled gently, patted her on the head gently and handed her another donut. Shedu looked up and asked while her mouth was full of donut.

“Am I gonna get off.”

“Well, no… You admitted to a lot of stuff on recording very, very willingly.” The K9 remarked, both brows lifted.

“B-but-” Shedu coughed up her donut.

“Thank you for the information~ We may or may not tell it to the judge to affect your sentencing based on continued good behaviour~”

“N-noooo!” She howled, pounding her chest.

“I- I also have connections!” She insisted.

Garland’s interrogation:

“I already told you, I’m not going to talk.” Garland said sternly. He avoided the gaze of the k9 interviewing him. Even though he saw her in a much different light with her Kennel Master it was hard to get past her intimidation factor. It was the taller, light skinned officer with the darkest shade of hair. Her abs rippled as she kicking her leg up.

“Hiie!” Garland flinched as her heel landed between his legs.

“They already did a number on you.” She spoke smoothly, tossing a folder onto the desk.

“These are some mean, mean girls. Rap sheets a mile long. Only thing is, you don’t belong. You… have an alibi. Look at you. Anyone with a pulse can see you’re **** to be there. Just look at you.” She tapped his cage with the point of her heel, causing Garland to shudder a little. He held firm and shook his head. The K9 sighed.

“You know… Your silence, and the fact that you seem to be defending them. It looks bad, Garland… I called your mama, boy. She’s worried about you. Wish I could let you talk to her but I need you to tell me all the important info.”

Garland finally looked up to lock eyes with the woman. She was surprised to see it. Her ears swivelled in his direction like radar dishes, listening. Her tail was still as she bent forward.

“Got something to say, son?”

“Yeah.” Garland began. She smiled slightly, then stopped as he continued.

“I’m not stupid. I don’t answer questions. You aren’t on my side…”

“Huh…” She slid her foot off the chair and walked towards her belt, running her hands over her various tools and pouches.

“I also know you can’t do a thing to me. You’re talking to me because I’m important. If I tell somebody you roughed me up it’s YOUR ass.” Garland stated confidently.

“MY ass?” She pulled her baton out of her belt, holding it by the long end as she strutted back to him. She poked it towards his lips, he seemed to have an option of the two shorter portions. The handle and the butt.

“Pick your poison and suck, unless you wanna go in with no lube… No guarantee I’ll use the one you suck on but here, fifty-fity chance, right?”

“You’re bluffing…” Garland looked at her and squirmed.

She’s not bluffing? He reluctantly opened his mouth and sucked on the handle that jutted off of the rod. The K9’s eyes lit up.

“Hoh!” Before he knew it Garland was pushed against the wall. She was so tall that her plump tits were shaking in his face. He was unaware, so he did not observe the fact that he was not being penetrated. As he was wondering if it actually was a bluff he squinted, looked down and gulped.

“Uh…” He saw the baton sticking out from her thighs.

“Is- is that INSIDE you!?”

“It is~ Ready to talk yet?”

“No!?” As he refused once more she turned Garland around, pushing his face into the glass of the interrogation room.

“H-hey! Whoever’s in there! This is wrong, gimme a break! I want my phone call!”

On the other side the sound was muted, but the other two K9’s were sitting with their feet up eating popcorn.

“I love this job.” One said to the other happily as they got front row seats to watch Garland be penetrated by the baton stuck inside the K9’s cunt. She moved her hips back and forth, panting. Her thighs were clenched to keep it up inside. She threw her head back, eyes transforming into hearts as Garland mewled in front of her, drooling into the glass while his face flushed bright. Luckily, though it was not lubed, it was smaller than Mithra’s by a lot and it was actually pretty smooth on its own. It was too rigid, though…

“You’re right… But who says there’s gonna be a record of this if we don’t like it… Anything can happen, you know. Maybe talking isn’t the right thing for you. You need a note… pad!” She rammed deep, causing Garland to yelp and leak a little from his cage. His whole body shuddered as he tried to endure.

“Whatever you need, talk, honey. It’s in your best interest.” She leaned close to his ear, breasts resting on his back like two pillows.

“Want a soda?”

“I…” Garland shut his eyes tight as he squirmed on the batton. She made sure to move around as much as she could as he was trying to think.

“Yes?” The K9 cooed happily.

“I don’t answer questions…” Garland gasped. He yelped as she suddenly pulled the batton out of his ass. She strutted back towards the door.

“Alright, wise guy! I was gonna offer you a change of clothes. Now… you go to the cage like that. Enjoy~”

Garland was pushed into the holding cell. For the moment it was just Mithra there. She eyed him as he was shoved inside rather hard. Her eyes were wide, since it showed something interesting with how they were treating him.

“Wait…” She moved down to help him.

“Did you really not talk?”

He nodded weakly, rubbing his behind. “Y-yeah. You told me not to and… I kind of already know it’s a bad idea. I got a good lawyer, he can talk to them.” Garland looked up, able to see Mithra’s scared eyes.

“What about you?” He asked curiously.

“I know you didn’t talk, right?”

Mithra blushed. “I…” She bit her lip and trailed off.

“What?” Garland asked, moving to the bench with her and they sat together. She was slumped forward.

Mithra frowned. “Well… You fickin’ ruined my life and… fucked my schollarship and did so much other shit. Even so, when I thought about you in the slammer I felt bad. I thought you’d squeal so I took the fall for some stuff to cover your ass.”

Garland gulped, then joked. “The ass covering didn’t stop them from working me over a bit.” He nodded down towards the rear. Mithra leaned in and lowered her voice.

“You endured that? You didn’t say a thing? Why? I obviously fucked you over. I dragged you here. You didn’t do shit so why wouldn’t you rat me out. Fucking idiot…” She scoffed.

Garland smiled awkwardly. “You’re right. About… me.” He offered. Mithra looked at him silently, breathing in and out slowly.

“I’m a prick. I was and I probably still am. What I did, before anything else? It fucking sucked. I can’t… go and say that everything that happened after that was all me but I feel like if I search my heart and listen to my gut as I’m thinking about it… that stuff, your life that you feel like’s been looping since those days already? It’s my fault. I fucked you over. I made fun of you. I bullied you. Your-” He gulped and rubbed his eyes, lowering his head.

“I’ve been thinking a lot. Sitting around in a quiet room waiting… I haven’t had a lot of time to think and remember and consider… I- you were so fucking sweet back then, Mithra.”

She gasped and leaned back, shaking. Garland looked up, seeing tears rolling down from under her bangs.

“H-hey. Listen I-”

“I’ll listen after I say what I need to say.” Garland told her. The gnoll pursed her lips tightly and waited. He exhaled slowly, nodding up and down as he told her.

“I… did all that stuff I did and then I didn’t think about it at all after. I let it slip through. I forgot. Left it behind and went on with my life while you were suffering. You put us up against a wall together and ask who should be in jail? Yeah, it’s me. Lock me up…” He leaned back, head clanging against the bars as she shook beside him.

“Go back that far? Wish I could… Can’t, though.” His head turned to her.

“If the answer’s nothing, say it. If the answer is that I gotta be your bitch for the rest of my life, say that. Mithra, I’m asking you right now, what can I do now to start to try to properly apologise.”

Shakily Mithra said. “I f-feel a bit emotional right now. I dunno… I dunno…” She admitted. Garland shut his eyes and nodded at that.

“But right now… while we’re here and it’s just you and me and no one’s watching… hug me.”

“Huh?” Garland looked at her, eyes opening wide.

Mithra gritted her teeth, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “You fucking dead or retarded!?” She shouted angrily.

“You wanna start paying me back or not?”

“I do! I-” Garland paused, then just gave a short nod and hugged her and held her as she cried into his shoulder. As she cried he teared up, but he held them back to avoid taking away from her outpouring. He sat with her and rubbed her back

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