Unlucky

You awoke on the curb. You’d seen enough anime to know that when protag-kun gets isakaid they’re supposed to get some sort of gimmick to make them op as hell, so where’s yours? The scaled police officer jabs you again with a stubby baton. “Sssstop laying around, you can’t just sssleep on the ssssidewalk.” You look up at the buzzard amalgamation of of snake and woman dressed in a crisp blue uniform.

Your head lolls around groggily. As you sit up your vision blurs and you find yourself fighting off a wave of nausea. You get yourself up shakily. You teeter as you draw your self up… and immediately lose your footing, pitching forward hands grasping at anything to arrest his fall.

Unfortunately you find it.

Your fingers grasp at fabric and buttons go flying as the young police officer tries futilely to grab at you. You both fall gracelessly to the ground, your face jammed directly between soft delicate breasts. Her skin is pale and cool to the touch. One erect nipple pokes up into the cool air.

The next thing you know you’re on your belly, hands cuffed together behind you. You feel yourself being coiled up. Her tail has your arms and legs pinned, and you’re being dragged along behind the officer at breakneck speed. One hand is holding her shirt closed and she’s reciting a list of your rights.

You find yourself in a dim cell. The booking process was fast, brutal and efficient. The official charge being the sexual battery of a officer of the law.

“Yeah, yeah I’m late I know.”