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**Parking

by Mog Moogle**

Mog looked at the screen of his Mobile Data Center in the middle of his console. He was idly punching in license plate numbers as he drove by the slower moving cars on the street. It had been an unusually low call volume day, with no high priority calls anywhere in the city, let alone his district. Even the lower priority calls that usually stack up were taken care of right away by other officers in beats much closer to them than Mog had been.

The moogle sighed to himself as he changed lanes, intentionally cutting off a car with overly large wheels with underly small tires. The driver of the car did nothing but slow down and let him over.

"Fucking dopers." Mog said to himself as he turned off the main road and went down a side street.

He passed the houses as he browsed them with his eyes; looking, hoping and wishing for something to be out of place. The neighborhood was one of the nicer ones on his beat, but there had been a string of burglaries in the week prior, so the department was increasing their patrols. Not to his surprise, he found nothing unusual. Turning down an alley cut through, he drove back towards the main road. He was almost to the street when he noticed a large maroon sedan parked behind a bar that had closed down a month prior.

He turned into the lot and swung his cruiser far up to stay out of sight of anyone that might be in the car. The moogle killed his engine and picked up the microphone on his dash.

"Two King Fifty-three." He said after keying the mic and waiting for the two quick beeps.

"Two King Fifty-three." A female dispatcher's voice repeated.

"Show me out on a suspicious vehicle in the rear parking lot of Big E's bar on Main; Prepare for a seven."

"Three-seven at Big E's on Main at twenty-ten, go ahead with the seven."

"Mary Robert Ocean, one three seven nine."

"Current, no wants on a red Ford four door, returns to a Jason Taylor out of Ashville."

"Clear." The moogle said before placing the microphone back on its clip.

He quietly opened the door and stepped out, pushing the door back closed just enough that the latch clicked. He padded over toward the car, going over in his head all the things he might find. It was out of the way enough that it could have easily been used to conceal any number of illegal activities, and the vast majority of which the moogle particularly loved to catch. Before he the passenger compartment was completely in sight, he saw a red, bushy tail flick upwards through the rear passenger window.

"Got something." The moogle said with a smile as he picked up his pace toward car, unfastening his holster snap.

He looked in the rear window that he had seen the tail flash in front of. He could see a short fox with his shirt missing and his jeans around the leg he was bracing himself with on the rear floorboard. Underneath the fox was obviously someone else, and the rhythmic movement of the fox's hips and soft grunts gave away what he was doing. The moogle smiled to himself as he pulled out his flashlight and tapped the end of it on the glass.

"Hi guys." The moogle said loudly through the window.

The fox on top jumped and looked up over his shoulder.

"Oh shit." Mog could see his lips mouth.

At that time, the recipient of his pelvic thrusting peeked up at the moogle. Mog smiled at them, but his smiled quickly faded as he realized that the fox's partner looked a little odd. It was another fox, she looked like she was enjoying what her partner was doing up until the point where the moogle discovered them, but there was just something different than Mog's usual public indecency busts. The moogle was about to open the rear passenger door when the fox on top quickly moved, letting his slender vulpine member slide out of his partner and lifted his body enough that the moogle could see a furry pair of testicles between his partner's legs.

"Oh shit." Mog said aloud as he stared at the two young boys equipment for a moment.

He shook his head as he snapped back to his senses, realizing that the two moving around in the vehicle was something he did not want happening. He opened the rear door and stepped back a few steps.

"Stop moving!" He said assertively. "Keep your paws where I can see them, stop reaching for the front seat."

"I-I'm sorry, sir!" The young fox said, nearly crying. "I was trying to put my clothes on."

"We'll worry about that in a minute. You sit in that seat, you sit up in that one." He instructed the two foxes.

He kept a close eye on them as they sat up in their seats, the fox on top sitting on the passenger rear and the one on bottom in the driver rear.

"Okay, first off, how old are you guys?" Mog asked as he looked at the fox closest to him.

"Eighteen sir." The fox answered nervously.

"Seven- er, eighteen." The other one said as the moogle looked at him.

"Seventeen, or eighteen?" Mog asked firmly.

"Eighteen. I ... I turned eighteen today." He replied as he hung his head.

"Who is Jason Taylor?"

"That's- that's me, sir." The fox closest to Mog said.

"'This your car?"

"No. It's my dad's."

"His name is Jason Taylor, too?"

"Y-yeah. I'm a junior."

"Okay. You guys got ID's?"

"It's ... in my wallet." The fox closest to Mog said as he looked down at the jeans wrapped around his ankle.

"You?" Mog asked as he looked at the other fox.

"Yes sir ... in my pants, in the front seat."

"Okay. Stay put." Mog said as he opened the front passenger door.

He looked in and saw a pair of khakis sitting on the floorboard. He reached in the pocket and pulled a wallet out. Fliping it open, he quickly retrieved a non-driver state ID card. It read "Thomas Kanan, and his birthday was indeed today. He sat the wallet down on the seat and tucked the ID card under the metal clip for his handcuff key in his right breast pocket. Mog closed the door and peered in the back seat at the two again. At a brief glance, he noticed the tip of Jason's penis was still exposed outside of his sheath.

Okay, Mr. Taylor. Get your ID out of your wallet for me." Mog instructed.

Jason reached down and fumbled around in his pocket before pulling his wallet out. He picked it up and opened it, showing the ID card in a plastic sleeve to Officer Moogle.

"Take it out of the plastic, please." Mog said as he glanced it over.

Jason fumbled with the edge of the card before finally getting it loose. He handed it to the moogle and then looked up at him nervously.

"Okay. Jason, Thomas, I want both of you to stay still for me, don't move, don't get out of the car, and I'll be right back with you." Mog instructed as he tucked the ID card under the other one already on his shirt.

Mog closed the passenger door and walked back to his cruiser. Before he could open the door, his shoulder mic crackled to life with the sound of the dispatcher once again.

"Two King Fifty-three, check up."

"I'm okay."

"Check okay, twenty-sixteen."

Mog sat down in the in his cruiser and pulled the ID cards out of their resting place, putting them in a convenient nook between his county radio and the MDC. He typed in the ID numbers and brought up their records. Neither one had any special notifications, warrants or even a criminal history to speak of. The only thing in the file was a traffic citation for speeding nearly two years ago on Jason. He looked towards the car and noticed the two had eased closer together, Thomas being held by Jason. Mog started his cruiser and pulled it up closer to the car on the passenger side. He picked the two ID's off the console and got back out to the car.

When he closed his door, he noticed the two quickly separate again and return to the seats he had left them in. Mog walked back to the passenger rear and opened it up, causing both of the boys to jump a little. Mog again glanced over the two, they were both still undressed. Thomas looked like he had been crying, and he was fighting back a few sniffles. The moogle handed Jason both ID's and sighed a little.

"Okay, Jason, Thomas, here's the deal. You guys are looking at possible indecent exposure charges, but luckily for Jason here, since you just turned eighteen Thomas, you're not facing contributing to the delinquency." As Mog finished, Thomas started bawling.

"Are ... you going to arrest us?" Jason asked as he worked up the courage to look at the uniformed moogle.

"I don't know. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"O-okay." Jason answered with a slight quiver.

"Do you love each other?"

"I ... we ..." Jason paused as he looked over at Thomas. "We've been seeing each other since our first year of high school."

"Do your parents know?"

"No!" Thomas blurted out between sobs. "Please, you can't tell them. They'd never let us see each other again."

"Calm down, I didn't say I was charging anyone or putting anyone under arrest yet." Mog said in as reassuring of a tone as possible while maintaining the authority role. "What are you guys doing up here, fifty miles from home?"

"We ... I wanted to take Tommy to the concert hall. You know, for his birthday?" Jason answered. "We saw the concert, and then went to eat, and we were on the way back, but we just started ... you know. And I pulled back here so we would be out of the way."

"Well, doing that in public is against the law, and ..." Mog paused as he noticed Jason's malehood was still vibrantly standing erect, and it even seemed to be expanding and throbbed with excitement. "...er, and you shouldn't be doing it ... you know, where others ... Jesus kid, getting scolded by cops one of your turn ons?"

"Uh ..." Jason looked down at his vulpine member, watching it pulse a few times before hastily trying to conceal it with his paws. "I'm sorry! I'm ... I'm so embarrassed. P-please, can't you just ... let us go?"

The moogle looked up over the top of the car down the alley way, and then quickly scanned the area around him before looking back in the passenger compartment.

"I don't normally cut anyone any breaks for this. I'll tell you what, why don't you go ahead and finish up, get dressed, and then get out of here. I'll keep an eye out for anyone else, make sure you're not bothered." Mog said as he looked the two over.

"I ... I don't think ..." Thomas started to say as he tried to stifle his quiet sobbing.

"Obviously." Mog said with a small chuckle. "Otherwise you wouldn't be doing something like this in a back alley of the inner city. Look, I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do, but it's clear your friend here is still a little pent up."

"We ... can go?" Jason asked timidly.

"If you really want ... or maybe you can do me a little favor, get all that out of your system before you have to part ways when you get home, and give this poor undersexxed officer something to think about for the rest of my night."

Jason bit his bottom lip and shied his eyes downward, but as he did he noticed his erection still pointing skyward and the small knot at the base even beginning to swell. Maybe the thrill of getting caught really was something that made his few and far between intimate moments with his lover all the more intense and passionate. He looked back up at Thomas, who had finally got his crying under control. Thomas looked at him with slightly dampened fur under his eyes, waiting for Jason's lead.

Jason leaned in and pressed his lips against Thomas', easing into a soft kiss. The two stayed locked together as they gradually worked themselves back into the intimate feeling. Mog watched as their paws began to wander each other's bodies, and the kissing became deeper. The couple began moaning and panting, and Thomas' concealed member slowly slid from its sheath.

Jason eased more of his weight onto his lover, forcing him over in the seat. He reached down and picked his feet off the floorboard, carefully maneuvering around him as he worked into a haphazard missionary position in the spacious luxury sedan's back seat. Jason broke his kiss and looked down as he began grinding his hips against Thomas' rear, sliding his erection between his furred cheeks. Thomas slid his paws behind his knees to hold his legs up and spread his cheeks apart as Jason lined up the tip of his member once again, and with a gentle push, he slipped inside.

The young fox gasped sharply then let out a content moan as his muscle ring parted and let his lover inside. Jason eased down until his sheath nestled snugly up against Thomas' pucker. He slowly pulled back a little and then pushed down until he was hilted inside again, working very slowly. Mog eased his left paw against the open door, and his right on the top of the car at the back of the roof, peering his head in to get a better look at the vulpine's member as he worked it gently back and forth.

The young fox worked his hips against his lover in a steadily building rhythm. Jason sped his thrusts as Thomas began moaning in between coos and pants. He took his paws and put them on Thomas' slender and slightly effeminate hips, guiding the fox on his back to push his rear up against Jason's bucking thrusts. The two kept building their tryst, losing themselves in the passion of the coupling, and all the while, Officer Moogle looked on intently with a subtle smile.

After a few moments, Thomas took his paws out from behind his knees and gripped the top of the back seat with one paw, and the back of the front seat with the other. When he did, his legs dropped slightly, causing Jason to slow down a little. Thomas jumped a little as he suddenly felt another pair of paws on him, easing his legs back up and apart. That caught the attention of both foxes as the looked up at the moogle, now holding Thomas' legs back in their original position.

"Just being of service, gentleman." The moogle said with a smile.

Jason nodded his head at the moogle and then resumed his more brisk pace. As he did, he leaned down and put his muzzle against his lover's ear, whispering something inaudible to the moogle. Shortly afterward, it was the moogle's turn to jump as he felt a sudden fumbling on the front of his uniform pants. Glancing down, he noticed Thomas was working at dislodging the zipper from under the thick duty belt around his waist. Mog was about to let go of Thomas' legs and stop him, but as the small fox finally gripped the zipper and began pulling it down, Mog disregarded the notion.

As soon as his pants were unzipped, the moogle's erection slipped out of the newly available opening in his pants. Mog hadn't worn any underwear that day, like most of the warmer days. Before Mog could think twice about letting the young fox open his fly, he felt the muzzles of the two boys pressing up against his member. Both of the foxes started sliding their tongues along the length.

"Oh fuck!" The moogle exclaimed loudly, trying to keep his balance as he stood leaning into the car while holding onto the fox's legs.

"I think the Officer likes my idea." Jason said as he took a short break from the attention on the moogle's member.

Mog squeezed Thomas' legs with his paws, and thrust his hips toward the two foxes. Jason and Thomas were both licking along the moogle's modest length, and around his sensitive head. Their tongues melding with each other as they worked on the pink member. The whole time the couple shared their kiss with the moogle between them, Jason kept thrusting into his lover's rear.

While Jason maintained his pace, he moved his paw to Thomas' member, wrapping his fingers around the length and stroked it up and down. Mog looked down at the boys still lapping at his member, and watched as Jason stroked Thomas while continuing his frenzied teenaged yiff. The moogle couldn't help but think that this young fox was well practiced at what he was doing.

"Two King Fifty-three, check up." The loud voice squelched over the portable radio microphone on the moogle's shoulder.

"Shit!" Mog exclaimed as the the radio surprised him; the other two equally as surprised, stopping what they were doing right in the middle of it. "T-Two King Fifty-three, I'm okay, cancel checks." Mog replied into the mic.

"Canceling checks, twenty twenty-two."

Mog looked back down at the two boys as he regained his composure, and chuckled at the sight of the two foxes looking back up at him mid lick on his penis. The moogle took his paw off his radio mic and gave Jason a quick scritch on his head, and then brushed Thomas' cheek.

"Sorry about that." Mog said as he moved his paw back to Thomas' legs and held them up and open for Jason again.

The two foxes giggled up at the moogle before they resumed their activity. Mog closed his eyes and moaned softly as the two tongues lapped at him again. He could feel Jason pushing against Thomas as he ground his hips against his rear. Mog's attention was pulled back down to the couple as Thomas abruptly stopped licking him and started drawing quivery breaths with some intermingled moans. He felt the young fox instinctively widen his legs, and he raised his rear up a little. It wasn't long afterward that he shot several jets of his seed from his member onto his white furred tummy.

As Thomas shivered through the orgasm, the resulting tighened muscles must have pushed Jason over the edge. Jason pushed his member as deep as he could in Thomas' rear and held himself there tightly as he let out a moan, taking his attention off the moogle's member as he planted his seed inside of his lover.

Mog inhaled through his nostrils, smelling the passenger cab as it filled with the musk of the two lovers passionate result of their lovemaking. He took his right paw off Thomas' leg once more and wrapped it around the fox saliva slicked member protruding from his pants. The moogle worked his length hard and fast, but the building orgasm didn't take long to release. He bent his knees and eased down a little more as his own jet of semen shot from the tip onto Thomas' chest and tummy, but before the second jet could leave his opening, Jason quickly took the head of his member in his muzzle, capturing the rest of the Officer's cum in his mouth.

Mog blinked in surprise as the warm lips wrapped around him, and used his paw to milk out as much of his seed as he could for the eager fox. As the orgasm was subsiding and the afterglow about to set in, he felt Thomas once again lick at his shaft, pausing only for quick kisses on his lover's muzzle. Mog chuckled at the two foxes laying on the cloth upholstered seat.

"Kids ..." He said facetiously, shaking his head. "Consider this a verbal warning ... if I catch you guys out here again, I'll have to cite you."

Jason pulled his muzzle off the moogle's penis and looked up at him, his tail wagging back and forth as he replied, "Yes sir."

Mog stepped back and tucked his deflating member in his pants, carefully zipping them up.

"Get dressed, head back home. You guys are both eighteen, there are other options than doing it in an alley way. The next cop you run into might not be so ... willing to work with you." Mog said as he smiled subtly. "Happy birthday, Tommy." Was his final word as he turned and walked back to his cruiser.

"Did ... Did that really just happen?" Thomas asked as he looked up at Jason.

Mog opened his cruiser door and got back inside, watching the fox's car for a short time until he saw them sit up and seemingly start to get dressed. He was about to put the car in drive when he heard the county radio sound with a shrill tone.

"All units, armed robbery in progress, the corner of Main and Third at the Gass'n'Go, two male subjects, one reportedly armed with a knife. Relay comm center twenty twenty-nine."

"King Fifty-three responding." Mog said into the radio before hanging it back on the dash, slipping the sliding lever switch all the way to the right and speeding out of the old parking lot with his rear tires squealing and the lights and sirens wailing.

"King Fifty-seven responding."

"King Fifty-one en route." He heard over the radio.

He hit the end of the alley, slowing down just enough to make sure no one would hit him as he pulled back onto Main street, and punched the accelerator again. The car's engine made its trademark sound as the police tuned transmission downshifted. Before he got too far down the road, he had to put on his brakes as another cruiser fishtailed around a corner in front of him, a large '57' on the rear license plate. Mog picked up a separate microphone that sat on the console beside his lights and siren control box.

"Where'd you learn to drive, Rick?" He said over the PA loudspeaker.

The raccoon in the cruiser in front of him replied by sticking his arm out of his open driver's side window with his middle finger up in the air, meaning 'same place you did, asshole.'

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I do not condone inappropriate behavior of law enforcement officers, and would never engage in such behavior in that official capacity. This is a fantasy work of fiction, any similarity to real persons or events is entirely coincidental. It has nothing to do with the time I let those two kids off for getting me off ...

Seriously, a little fun isn't worth the career, and would personally never engage in lewd conduct while on duty ... no matter how much I wanted to ^.^