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"Welcome to Soyoco County"

Read the small reflective sign on the side of the road when the white Silverado's headlights illuminated as the truck drove by.

"Finally. Almost home..." said Scraps, the 26 year old male opossum, driving back from a little trip visiting a friend who lives a fair distance away.

On this visit, Scraps lost track of time and ended up leaving his friends house a few hours later than he would normally would. Which left the opossum coming home at the dead of midnight instead of the usual late afternoon hours between 5 and 8 p.m.

Scraps, feeling a little fatigued from his fun filled weekend with his friend as well as his late night expedition that his drive home had become, started to nod off while driving, Scraps would quickly react and try to fight his body's attempt to put his mind to sleep.

"AAAH..... Shit..." the opossum would yelp to himself awake every time he caught himself almost succumbing to the Sandman's call.

"Come on, Scraps.... You're nearly there..." the sleepy 'possum reassured himself gripping the steering wheel tight and hyper focusing on the yellow and white lines of the old country road that laid before him

Just as Scraps was about to comment to himself about how nice it is that the road into Soyoco is unpopulated at this time of night. But before he could finish his thought, right on queue, the bright red and blue flashing lights perched about a foot or two above the head lights of what looked like a newer model Tahoe appeared, seemingly out of nowhere behind the opossum's truck.

"Aww dammnit.." Scraps muttered to himself as he clicked his right blinker on and began to look ahead for a place to pull over.

Scraps has never been one to find himself on the wrong side of the law, but the "Shankly Family" as a whole has always been known around Soyoco County as "the reprobate family" mostly stemming from his Uncle, Slayton Shankly. Former leader of the Sons of Soyoco, an anti-establishment, paramilitary-esque group formed by Slayton after his return from the Vietnam War in the early '70s, alongside some of his war buddies and some good ol boys Slayton knew before he enlisted into the Marines. The group was infamous for introducing methamphetamine into Soyoco and the surrounding areas in the mid to late '80s aswell as the ensuing short but violent gang war between the Sons of Soyoco and a small-time mexican cartel that went by Perros de Rio. Which the victor of that war was Slayton and his Sons of Soyoco. The group enjoyed the spoils of war for a few years before the gang's eventual arrest and disbanding following the "Big Raid" of the early 2000s.

With this little gem of a family history alongside Uncle Slayton being released from prison only a few years ago and returning home to Soyoco to live out his geezer years. The local law enforcement have always been known to take special interest in Scraps and his older sister Dixie. With all this in mind, as Scraps' truck comes to a stop on the side of the empty road, he gets his Driver's License and proof of insurance ready for the officer who has come to a stop behind Scraps' Silverado and has now exited their patrol vehicle and began the drawn out, seemingly over dramatic trot to the driver window of the white pickup.

" I wonder if its Jaghorn or probably Quillski being this late" the opossum wondered to himself as the figure seemingly walked over in slow motion.

The slender figure had now made its way to Scraps' window and much to his surprise the officer is one he does not recognize, a new recruit on the force, a policewoman.

The tall, slender mountain lion woman who appeared to be maybe late 30's, a standard height of 5'10'', no more than 145 lbs, and with a wondrous set of "personalities" front and center of her torso which also housed her Deputy Sheriffs badge which reminded Scraps that she was in fact a law enforcement officer that stood peering into the cab of his truck.

"License and registration..." the mountain lion said with a very authoritative but still womanly tone.

Scraps taken a back by the all the odd elements of the situation, and replies to the policewoman with.

"Uuh... OH... uh um....H- here you go !" Scraps realizing in his hastily search of the correct paper work that he had just gathered moments ago, that the paperwork was still in his hand After an awkward smile he then handed the required information to the sexy big cat at his truck window.

The mountain lion did a quick glance over of the paperwork confirming the copper snaggletooth possum is the same one in the drivers license. She then gestured to the nervous opossum and requested him to

"Stay put.."

Scraps' agreed without hesitation as the sexy police cat made her way back to her patrol vehicle to what Scraps assumes is confirming via of identification with one of those the computers that you usually see on the center console of most police vehicles. Scraps began to start daydreaming about maybe one day asking the lioness to go on a date to a movie or a dinner somewhere with him. Just as he was imagining the hot, sexy way those date could end with, he was dragged back into reality by a sudden opening of his driver door by the officer who went into a defensive stance with gun drawn and pointed at the now terrified opossum.

"Hands up, exit you vehicle and make your way to my cruiser til I tell you to stop" the lioness command of the opossum.

Scraps, knowing its better to just to follow the directions of a law enforcement officer at this point. exited the driver seat with his hands above his head and began his walk toward the policewoman's Patrol Tahoe. He made it to the middle of the hood on the driver side.

"Alright, that's far enough, turn and face my patrol car and place your hands on your head." commanded the lion once again

The opossum complied and was taken off guard when the lioness swiftly took his hands from the back of his head to behind his back, tied together by handcuffs, then immediately followed my the iconic face slam into the hood of the cop car.

The officer began a standard pat down of Scraps lower portion of his person

"You have anything that's sharp, deadly or can be used to seriously injure me if I continue with this search of your person?" the lioness recited almost word for word from the sarcastically fictional book "Cop Humor: Volume II''

" *sigh* No officer, there is not anythi-h-haaaAAHHHH"

Just as Scraps began to answer the cop's question, the hand of the lioness found purchase on the ball bag of the opossum, her grip was tight and rigid.

"Now what in the hell are these?!" The lioness said with a wicked grin that stretched across her face

"Um u-u-uh..... th-th-those are my b-b-bal..." the opossum trying to fight through ache of his testicles being compressed to answer the officer's question When all of the sudden the hand that had an iron hold on his balls released the tender little orbs and found a new target just north of the previous target.

The Lion gasped "I can't believe you lied to me" as she was caressing the opossum's below average sized cock through his blue jeans.

"You have your little Saturday Night Special hidden right here in groping range". The lioness exclaimed with a mischievous giggle slipping loose at the end of that statement.

Scraps was speechless, mostly through the ecstasy of the lioness' handling of his penis through the jeans he was wearing.

"So you're apart of the Shankly clan, huh? You don't seem to tough to me..."

the lioness coyly said as she let go of the opossum's semi hard cock and began to turn him around to have him looking face-to-face with her.

"Looks can be deceiving, I am afraid the only way I can confirm that you are not a threat to me at this time is a good old fashion strip search" The lioness explained to the opossum who is now red in the face at the thought of being forcibly stripped and "inspected" for weapons by this incredibly attractive woman

But before Scraps had a moment to fantasize about the prospects of such an action the lioness had took hold of both sides of his jeans and with one fell swoop the officer depantsed the embarrassed opossum revealing an interesting sight. The poor opossum's underwear of choice were boxers, a classic choice, although not as often seen as it used to be, the officer thought to herself, the real kicker was the theme of said underwear. The garments color was a very bright, almost iconic shade of orange, upon closer inspection the boxers were adorned with multiple "01"s. Baffled by this discovery, the female officer just had to ask

"Where the hell do you find 'Dukes of Hazzard' themed

undies in 2023?"

"Ummmm... they were a gift.....?"

"Hmmm, well they look good on you, Reaaallyy gooood"

Scraps' noticed the sudden change in her tone, he started blushing a bit more than before at the flattering comment the lioness gave him and his bright orange boxers

"But they'd look even better down HERE!! "

But before the pants less possum could react the mountain lion, within a matter of milliseconds, had grabbed the bright orange under garments on each side of and yanked them down to his ankles, with his pants.

Scraps turned 2 shades darker red than the poor possum was just moments ago when he still had his privates, well, private. Now Scraps is no stranger too a little nude fun, and with that nude fun he has know the people in this small community of Soyoco all of his life. So with that plenty of Scraps' friends and family have seen his "meat and potatoes" whether it be a relaxing skinny dip on a hot summer day, a sexy game of strip poker on an occasional party night or his older sister barging into his trailer without knocking and accidentally catching an "eyeful" of Scraps sprawled out, butt naked, sound asleep with a full mast jutting out from his waist.

But with new folks, especially ladies, there will always be that awkward first few moments of taking it all in

(Not that there is much to take in, knowwatimsayin ;D)

But instead of being treated to the usual explosive laughter or giggle fits that usually everybody else is plague with when seeing the possum's lil pee pee for the first time. The lioness just sat there a moment, admiring every detail of the little possum penis. Scraps, now more on edge than when the usual laugh attack that seeing his dick instigates. His libido, not knowing what to do in this situation, starts going into over drive and pumping blood too the two and a half inch flaccid member.

"I-Its beautiful..." muttered the mountain lion.

Almost as if his cock had heard the compliment itself. The half staff member quickly grew to a full throbbing erection, measuring at a solid 5.2 inches, right toward the maw of the tantalized lioness. Without hesitation the mountain lion took the opossum's length into her mouth and began fellating the modest member of Scraps.

With his hands still cuffed together, the opossum went to carefully lay his back up against the driver side, front fender of the lions patrol vehicle. Trying his best to get comfortable while he enjoyed his impromptu BJ from an Soyoco County Deputy. What an odd situation he found himself in, unfortunately he didn't have much time to contemplate on the matter. He was ready to burst, it had been quite the dry spell for poor Scraps.

"Uh um... ma'am?" Scraps called out to the feline with his cock in the

maw of.

Scraps realized he had never gotten this fine ladies name.

"ExcUSe m-me, lady? Officer ... I-Im Gonn-UHH"

Scraps voice breaking with pure sexual satisfaction, his cock erupted into the mouth of the mountain lion who held the opossums member in her mouth til she felt it stop ejaculating and before pulling the little member of her mouth she tightens her lips around the modest girth of it and with one quck pull she takes every bit of possum spunk off of the length of his member making a wet pop noise once she reached the tip and subsequently the end of his now soft and shrinking cock. The final drag of her lips across his dick gave him very strong over-stimulation shakes that make his whole body quiver in pleasure. As the officer got up off her knees and made her way to the driver seat of her Tahoe, Scraps made his way to the bed of his truck to take a seat and have a smoke , whilst still handcuffed and both pants and undies still pulled down to his ankles.

As Scraps plopped down onto the tailgate of his Silverado he then realized as he reached for the pack of smokes in his left front pocket with his left hand which is still handcuffed to his right hand. He almost started to panic until he saw the mountain lion walking toward him with his license, proof of insurance and most importantly the keys to the handcuffs he was still under the spell of. The Lioness gestured the possum to turn around and she undid the handcuffs, left and then thee right. Scraps rubbed his wrist where the cuffs left marks at and the lioness grabbed the bright orange boxers and pulled them back up over the hips of the slender opossum. She took a step back and gave Scraps the once over visually, taking a mental picture of the cute marsupial right before he pulled his trousers up after.

The lioness then handed Scraps his Driver's license, proof of insurance and another little piece of folded up paper.

"Have a safe night home, sir" the mountain lion said as she made her way to her patrol vehicle.

Scraps looked through the paperwork and noticed the folded piece of paperwork

"Hey, whats this?"

"Your ticket, any complaints must taken up with the phone number on the back"

The deputy said as she close the door to her Tahoe, started the SUV and in a flash she pulled a U-turn then drove off into the night.

Scraps unfolded the piece of paper which contained a written note that said:

"210-876-5309

Lucy Whitefang

call me

anytime ;)"