The energetic Umbreon meets you with a wide smile and a firm handshake. His jet-black fur and sly, feminine figure distract from the rather noticeable bulge in his pants. Within the hour, the two of you are well on your way to being friends as you find common interests. Your equal love of sports and a local pizza joint are just some of the things you bond over.
In the squad car after a slice, your radio crackles to life; your first assignment! Zaal grabs the handset as the dispatcher pops in.
"Cruiser R-29, do you copy?"
"Roger, go ahead," responds your partner from the driver's seat. His firm speaking voice replaces his usual chipper demeanor. It's...Comforting, in a weird sort of way.
"We've got a hot 205 in your vicinity," she dictates. You and Zaal's ears perk up as the code is said. "Anonymous caller apparently heard a domestic dispute end in a voring within the last hour, sending coordinates to your satnav now". You flip on the siren as you drive towards the dangerous part of town the call is from.
As you arrive at the unassuming house, you and your partner quickly hop the fence in back, on your way to the side of the building. You look on as his thick, canine hind legs spring over the chain-links. His cheeks hug each other, and his taught coin-purse sack is perfectly visible through his tight uniform pants. You gulp a bit and stifle your half-chub cock as you follow him into the stairwell and up to the second floor landing. Zaal stops to plan, but your boner embarrassingly pokes out as you're aroused by his voice and tone! He's so manly and commanding you just want to do anything for him, just like an alpha pack leader of some sort. Your body acts before you can think as you barge in to the apartment, shoulder charging in as you knock over your partner in the process.
Dazed and sprawled out on the floor in a heap, your boner presses into Zaal's face as he lies, knocked out. You can't believe how unprofessional this all is, as you look up.
Towering over you, a massive Feraligatr stands with her hands on her hips. Her giant paw pad steps on your face, smothering you as she grinds your head into the carpet of her hallway. You catch a glimpse of her hanging, pudgy gut and bulky, muscular limbs as she reaches down. She pulls your taser from your partner's holster as she smirks at you, struggling beneath her her smelly paw soles. Her gut jiggles as she lifts the leathery scales off of you, tasering you in the process. The world goes bright as you hear her voice bristle the air. Your consciousness fades as her ass lowers to a squat over your face. You get a good look at her swinging paunch as it looms above your face. She lies it on top of you and your partner-pile as you black out.
"Pft, you a cadet or a comedian, pup?"
. . .
You awaken to you and Zaal tied up! With...
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