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The raccoon drummed his fingers on the desk again and again and again, waiting for the download bar to inch along to the end. His eyelids felt heavy, his mind was constantly wandering, he really should_be back in his dorm doing his homework or sleeping... but, well, he'd be thankful in the future for having the patience to go through with this. And, besides, he'd purposely picked this time to come to the campus library, because he knew this was when the fewest people were here: just him, a few stragglers on the other floors, and the few police officers that patrolled the buildings at night. The story behind _them was that, a few years ago, some delinquent freshmen snuck off to the second floor, the Encyclopedia section, because those thin pages made for the best blunt-rolling paper...

Tonight he had chosen the same computer that he usually did, way back in the corner where the screen faced the wall, so that nobody walking by would see what he was downloading. However, such a position just seemed suspicious, so often the patrolling officer would wander over, 'what are you doing here at such a late time', and he'd switch the screen to his calculus homework, which sometimes he actually tried to do while waiting... he just often wished that the officer wouldn't come around to look at the screen, and if they did, then that they wouldn't notice or think it important that he always had at least two browser windows open.

These past few days he'd come across a certain forum that provided dependable uploads with quality content... the problem was just getting it all onto his flash drive. Sometimes the videos were too big, or would take too long. Tonight he'd gotten four, a pretty good haul... just like every other night, he'd get back to his dorm, load all of these onto his laptop, and go through all of them to figure out which ones to keep.

Glancing up to see if the officer was coming back around, which he wasn't, the raccoon switched back to the other browser window, waited for the download to finally finish, and then moved the mouse to the red X in the corner. He licked his lips, swallowed - oh, I'll be enjoying these later - and tugged the flash-drive out, before shutting the computer off.

So, why didn't he just download these videos on his laptop? At the start of each year, all students at this college were required to register their devices with the technology department under their name, school ID, serial number, maker and model... and then each time they connected to the internet (which disconnected automatically after thirty minutes of inactivity), they were required to log in with that ID number, and their current IP would be recorded in the logs - and, frankly, he didn't know enough about security to do anything about that. All of that came around as a result of a shooter incident several years in the past - but, none of that security was required for the public library computers. He just logged in as a guest, opened up a private browser, and went to his sites.

'Work' for the night done, the raccoon stood up, pushed the chair in, slung his bag over his shoulder, and headed for the stairs.

~ ~ ~

He woke up the next morning - Saturday, thank God - to the sound of a short, curt knock on his door, followed by something being slid under that door. Groggily (he'd stayed up a bit late checking out those videos, and fallen asleep without closing his laptop - however, his roommate had a tendency to stay out somewhere over the weekends) the raccoon rolled over, glanced at the clock - 8:37 AM - and then sat up, wiped at his eyes, and got up to go see what it was.

A single sheet of paper, folded into thirds and sealed with a well-placed piece of tape. The raccoon slit the tape with a claw, unfolded the paper... and then felt himself jolt fully awake the rest of the way. The official university stamp adorned the top left corner, in textured ink, with the police department crest right below that, and then the university technology department below that. The first line was his name, Anthony Devlin McGowen, followed by his ID number, and then a rather short paragraph. It got its point across, though.

He had to sit down in the chair by his desk, but missed and almost fell over, which only made his heart beat faster. Report to the security station of Officer Donahue at 1 PM today... and the reason it gave for why was specific enough for him: ...to discuss your recent online habits and behavior.

One PM. He glanced over at the clock again; a single minute had passed. Oh, it was going to be a long couple of hours. He tried to distract himself by playing games on his laptop, by doing his homework, even by looking over last night's plunder... though, this last one just reminded him of what he was waiting for, and he always ended up closing his collection right after opening it.

Finally, though, the red numbers of the clock shifted gradually closer to one PM, and he decided to start heading over to this... Officer Donahue. His station, going by the 'address', was in a building a short distance away around the library and past the science hall, one that Tony had never been in before. He didn't know if he'd need his things or not, so he hiked his backpack over his shoulder just to be safe and started heading over. Someone called to him on the way there, but he didn't recognize the voice, and didn't look up to see who it was.

The raccoon kept his head down and paws in his pockets on his way around the building once he'd gotten there - apparently there was a video game competition going on or something, and a large crowd was the last thing he wanted to encounter. Once he'd made it to the second and then third floors, he relaxed a little, though could still feel the letter in his pocket, as if it had an ominous weight to it.

Fourth floor - Officer Donahue, room 417, which should be down the hall a little bit. Up here, Tony was the only person, and his footsteps tap, tapped uncomfortably loudly over the tiled floor. 410 on his left, 411 on his right, 412 on his... it'll be okay,_Tony kept on telling himself, _I'll just say - I'll tell them... I'll... ah, fuck, what am I gonna say?... 415 on his right, 416 on his left...

1. A small plaque beside the number read 'Officer Jeremy Donahue'. Tony swallowed again, breathed in, breathed out... and knocked his knuckle against the solid wood of the door.

"Come in," called a low, smooth voice from inside. The raccoon entered.

It was a fairly small, cozy office, with bookshelves stacked high, a window in the back with blinds drawn, and a wide grey desk in the center with a computer monitor, mouse, keyboard, a stack of files, a pen covered with colored paper to look like a flower... and then, leaning over that desk in a tall black chair, a gruff-looking tiger in full police uniform with his eyes directed up at his visitor.

"Hello," Donahue said. "Can I help you?"

"Um... y-yeah, I'm... Anthony? Anthony McGowen?"

"McGowen, McGowen..." Officer Donahue turned to his computer and clicked through a few things. "...do you have a... paper, or something?"

This was it. He swallowed, and tugged the letter out of his pocket. It was crumpled and slightly moistened with sweat from his paw. "Y-yeah." He held it out, noticed his paw shaking, and dropped it so that it landed on the desk.

The tiger picked it up and looked over it; Tony, still standing up, could almost feel the judgment in those golden eyes when they flicked up to him and then back down to the paper. Donahue seemed to read over it twice before setting it back down.

The tiger turned in his chair towards his computer. "Close the door, please, Mr. McGowen. And have a seat."

"Am..." Tony had to swallow back the lump in his throat. When he sat down in the chair across the desk from the tiger, he forgot that he was still wearing his backpack, and as such had to stand back up, struggle with getting it off, rest it in his lap, and then put it down on the floor after realizing he couldn't look at the officer with it like that... really, though, he wished he didn't have to look at anyone. He didn't have a serious porn habit: maybe... a gigabyte a week in videos. He knew that the subject matter was the problem, though. "...am I in trouble? Officer?"

"Well, that remains to be seen. My question for you is... did you not access..." The tiger wrote down a few words on a sticky note, periodically looking back up at his monitor. When he finished, he pushed the note over towards Tony. "...these websites on a school computer?"

Even at seeing the first URL, his breath caught in his throat. All of the sites he'd visited in the past few weeks, listed one after another down two columns on this single little sticky note... God, seeing some of the names now, in bright daylight without the narcotic of lust inhibiting his judgment, made the raccoon blush. "...Yes," he said finally, avoiding eye contact.

"Did you think you wouldn't get caught?"

"I - sir, I th... I thought..." Well, yes, he did think that he wouldn't get caught. After all, to access the library computers, students just had to... enter... their ID number and password at startup... Tony folded his paws in his lap, still avoiding eye contact. His heart felt like that one time he'd been dragged to a haunted house with some friends, and one of the workers of the house picked him bodily up and tossed him over a wide gap in the floor... he thought he was going to die back then, and sitting here in front of Officer Donahue, he wanted to die. "Well..." He trailed off.

"Look at me, son."

He looked up, felt the burning of those eyes, looked away again, and then looked back. Donahue wore an extremely serious expression, which wasn't too hard for a tiger of his size.

"You are aware that bestiality is illegal here, right? Should be thankful that you're only viewing it. If you'd actually done any of the things depicted in those videos of yours - I have records of a 'Handjob in the stable', 'Dane Knot', some 'Juicy shepherd tailhole' from last week, a 'GSD Brutus pounds teen mouse rump'... well, you'd be looking at a lot of jail time, Mr. McGowen. Unless, there is something you wanna tell me about?"

"N-no, sir." The nervous raccoon had only thought about actually being with a feral dog. Several times. In fact, it had gradually come to take the place of his other, more 'normal' fantasies, to the point where those other ones almost bored him.

Piercing golden eyes looked directly at him, making him shift in his seat - God, he just wished that the officer would give him his punishment - something, anything, so he could get out of here...

"Tell you what," Donahue began, his tone softening just enough that Tony was convinced he wasn't imagining it. "You seem like a respectable student. I mean, I checked up on your file since first getting the report of your activity - that was a little over a week ago; they just told me to bring you in if you continued, which you did - and you're making at least all B's, haven't missed a day of class. Just needed a break every now and then? Some time to yourself to relax?"

It felt like he was being lectured by his father, though this tiger was considerably more frightening than Dad. The police uniform only added to that. "Yes, sir."

"I understand, McGowen. We all make mistakes, and for a first-time offense like this, I'm willing to offer you a break."

"You're... letting me go?"

"No, not exactly. See, you and I... well. I was thinking, I'll let you off the hook if you do something for me."

Is... this a trick? Is he asking for a bribe? Tony wanted to ask, but for fear that the officer would change his mind about whatever kind of mercy he was offering, all that came out was a timid "...Okay."

"Are you free now? You were my only case for the day, so I was gonna head down that way anyway... Michaels should be patrolling one of the parking lots at about this time with that one. You'd be amazed how many students leave weed in their cars."

"O-oh. Okay..."

He waited for the officer to get up before standing up himself, and then remained a short distance behind the tiger as they walked back through the hallways. None of this felt right at all. He kept on telling himself it'd be better than refusing and having him go through with the charges, but at the same time, his mind raced through scenario after disastrous scenario of what he might be getting himself into. He imagined, too, that everyone who caught sight of him walking behind this uniformed police officer would stop to stare. That's the way that it went. He never learned if he was right, though: on the way to the parking lot, he kept his gaze fixed on his feet.

"Hey, loosen up, McGowen," said the officer, startling him again. Tony looked up: the tiger was glancing over his shoulder at him, looking a little tense himself. The two approached the stone path leading to the nearest parking lot. "...Ah, there he is. Hey! Michaels!"

Tony waited nervously behind the tiger, paws stuffed into his pockets. A few rows down, another police officer, this one looking like some sort of canid, raised an arm and waved in response to Donahue's call, then started heading over. A leashed German shepherd in tow behind him.

"What's up, Jimmy?" asked the other officer, a wolf, upon getting close enough. The dog wagged at Donahue's feet. "Takin' this kid in?"

"What? Oh, no, He's just a little lost and needed directions to the chemistry research building," which Tony knew was past this parking lot. Officer Donahue was a quick thinker. "And I got a call about marijuana being smelled over there - you know, under the outside stairs, like usual. So I figured, might as well. Mind if I borrow Hanley for that?"

The shepherd's tail started wagging at hearing its name (his name? - Tony assumed it was a he), and Tony could see in its eyes that it wanted to run forward and sniff at the tiger's legs, but its training kept it from doing so. At least seeing a happy dog lightened the student's mood a little.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I was just gonna bring 'im in anyway. Parking lot's clean for once, or at least that he could tell. Take 'im."

The two officers exchanged a few more words before the end of the leash was passed from one officer to another, and then, Tony was again walking along behind Donahue, though now with a big feral German shepherd in a black fabric harness a few feet away.

"Where are we going?" he asked, once out of earshot of the other officer.

"What? Oh. Oh, you'll see."

He led the raccoon to one of the general buildings on the other side of the parking lot, and once they had gone in, Tony tried the best he could to subdue his unease as they went down one hallway, turned, turned again, turned the other way, heading farther off the beaten path with each step... and then they were standing in front of a door that looked like all of the others, locked with a keypad into which Donahue put a code. A moment later, a little light on it beeped green, and the door opened... to show a fair-sized but dark room, smelling like it hadn't been entered for a while.

"This is supposed to be a faculty lounge," the officer explained - he flicked the lights on, but they took a while to actually turn on. "But nobody ever comes here because... well, because there's nobody and nothing here."

That wasn't quite true. A single foldable chair sat skewed in the middle of the room, and a pile of discarded soda cans sat in the corner.

"Few years back, kids would come in here to do drugs and each other. Changed the code on them and started coming here in my own time to... uh... well, that's not important. Ready, McGowen?"

Tony felt his throat clench up again. The German shepherd - Hanley was it? - padded around the room to the other wall, sniffing along the floor. Maybe it could smell some of what used to go on in here. "What did you need me to do?"

Despite everything he had imagined, the words came as a surprise: "I need to you to strip, and kneel."

He did nothing for a few seconds, then looked up to the tiger's muzzle for clarification - but only found strict seriousness there, the same that he'd seen when he first entered his office. "Ex...cuse me?..."

"Or I mean..." Donahue shrugged. "I _could_go through with the report..."

"No! No, no, that's... ah... I... does that door lock?"

Donahue made as if to open the door back up. The handle jiggled but did not open. He said nothing.

Tony gulped. He hadn't been sure whether he was more concerned that it didn't lock and someone could interrupt them, or that it did and he'd be locked in with the officer. That's one_less thing to worry about, I guess._ Hesitantly, he shifted his backpack off his shoulders and to the floor, stalling to watch Hanley come over to sniff at the bag, and, finding nothing, look up at him with brown eyes.

Donahue had busied himself repositioning the chair some ten feet away, settling down in it and crossing his arms expectantly. "Go on. Get naked."

Afraid to try the officer's patience, Tony slowly made his way to the center of the room with his thumbs hooked around the waistband of his pants, puzzling out the situation as he went. It looks like he's not going to...participate. So then what... He looked up at the tiger again, who now lounged back in the chair with his paws folded in his lap, like this was just another day's work. Hanley sat at his feet, and now Tony couldn't help but notice the thick sheath and full sack between the dog's legs - definitely a he.

Something clicked in the back of his mind. He wanted to do this, because he didn't want that mark on his record... but it was that new connection, that guess, that gave him the shaky resolve to unbutton and unzip his fly, work his jeans a little bit down his legs, then start with his underwear. He could feel both Officer Donahue's and Hanley's eyes on him, and blushed upon the waistband getting caught on his slowly-hardening length - and bent further over, like he'd seen in all of the videos he'd downloaded, until he was on all fours with his pants and underwear down around his ankles.

God, he already felt extremely_embarrassed, and because of this continued to avoid eye contact with the uniformed tiger in the chair. He couldn't quite believe that an officer who was prepared to bust him for zoophilia was, here, in this room with him, having him actually _go through the act for his own pleasure, but the few words murmured in the tiger's low, smooth voice that persuaded the dog to get up, stretch his legs, pad over to Tony convinced the raccoon with a jolt that he was right.

He had a long few seconds of dreamlike haze before he felt himself clench up at the contact of a cool, wet nose to his tailhole. He shivered when that sensation came to be replaced by a broad, warm, moist tongue over his revealed pucker - and finally the hot weight of an animal settling onto his back, without any other preparation.

This isn't right...! he thought, but couldn't exactly voice his concern or ask the dog to slow down. WIth the creature's firm weight pressing down onto his back, with the blunted claws digging into his arms and one of the dog's rear paws pressing against his leg, all he could do was readjust to a slightly more comfortable position - especially with the dog already thrusting forward, trying to find the tailhole that he'd just nosed and licked.

Tony almost couldn't believe this was happening. Again and again, he felt the tapered tip of Hanley's shaft press against his rump or leg, each time leaving a spot of thick moisture in his fur - and then, he finally pressed up under the raccoon's tail in the right spot and slid in a short distance, making him let out a surprised yelp. Sure, he wasn't at all new to bottoming; this would just be the first time he'd had an actual feral dog beneath his tail.

All the excitement, anticipation, nervousness, and now actual feeling of the sex rippled through him as Hanley pumped in and out of him, a little deeper with each thrust, shaft a little more swollen and spurting out occasional jets of hot pre into the raccoon. If he had already been stiffening up while dropping his pants, now he was fully hard and throbbing: though the fierce, fast thrusts of the rather thick dog cock did hurt, there still pulsed the familiar pleasure of being pounded beneath it all.

And, then, there was the shivering something_he felt as a result of being watched - and enjoyed: when the raccoon finally managed to open his eyes and look over at Donahue, he saw the tiger leaning back, belt and pants undone, stroking his own hard cock; he lifted his eyebrows, as if to say _"What? Did you expect something else?"

Tony's gaze snapped down to the floor, recoiling from the eye contact like a hand that had brushed a hot stove, his cheeks burning. This wasn't how he had wanted his first time with an animal to go - under the scrutiny of a near stranger. He wanted so much to reach down, to grip his own length and paw off while this big German shepherd plowed into him, but he was just too embarrassed.

But then, Hanley shoved deep, deep into the raccoon, enough to make him arch his back and suck in a gasp. The odd pressure against the inner rim of his tailhole that followed, along with the firm warmth, was just enough to knock down the last of his inhibitions and bring him lift a paw, enclose it around his length and start pleasuring himself. Unfortunately for him, the one trembling arm still propping him up didn't last long under the weight of the rutting police dog. He collapsed forward, muzzle grinding against the floor, the jarring motion sending a sharp pain through him from under his tail.

"Aah-! God-"

"Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay..." came Donahue's voice. A moment later the raccoon felt a little more discomfort, followed by the creature's weight lifting off of his back... and then, he was like so many of those videos ended: the person on all fours while the dog remained buried in them, rumps together. After all, in a way, they _had_just bred...

He was nervous, though: the pain had startled him and interrupted his pleasure. Donahue must have realized this, because he had come over from his chair, and was now kneeling down in front of the raccoon. There was a note of genuine concern in his voice: "You'll be alright. I shoulda kept a better eye on Hanley - I don't know if I mentioned, but it's been a while since he's been allowed to enjoy himself... should've expected this... you've seen videos, though, so you know how long it should take, right?"

...Well. Usually once the thrusting and moaning stopped, Tony closed that video and switched to another one, but... yeah. Couldn't be too long, right? He tugged forward a little, felt the resultant tug back, couldn't help but moan and lower his head... and, to his embarrassment, almost bumped his nose right against the tip of the tiger's apparently still exposed cock, coming close enough for him to smell the tiger's lingering musk and arousal. "I-I..."

Officer Donahue placed a hand on Tony's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, kid. It's okay. It'll be okay. We could both get in a lot of trouble if word of this little tryst gets out, so you understand that I need you to keep this quiet, right? But I'll go ahead and discard that report, say it was false, whatever. It's not the first of those I've seen, and certainly not the first I've falsified. There's just one more thing I'd like to ask of you."

Feeling a little reassured, Tony anticipated the favor; it hardly seemed like a big deal at this point. He leaned in, pressed his nose to the warm underside of the tiger's cock, and then dragged his tongue up along it, flicked across the tip right before closing his lips around it. Now that the pain had receded (mostly; each movement brought part of it back) and given way to that pleasurable pressure, his mind resumed the track that it had first taken. Sure, it felt damn weird knowing that this was a campus police officer, a guy probably considerably older than him, but... well, he was also quite turned on.

Officer Donahue relaxed back, shifting from a kneeling position down into a sitting one. Tony moved steadily down along his length, one paw at the base of the officer's and the other still moving along his own. Clenching and gently tugging at the thick knot buried under his tail felt so, so good.

"A-actually, I was going to ask if you could pass me a copy of those videos you found," the officer finished, sounding bemused. "But this is good too." Tony felt his ears turn red in a blush (he was going to ask me for the videos, and I just went down on him...), but he tried to cover it by diving as far down as he could. Donahue lifted his hips up into his throat; Tony responded by withdrawing and then pressing back down. He didn't know how long the tiger had been pawing for, but he could feel the slickness of pre gather on the back of his tongue.

"Or," Donahue went on, now moving his hips in rhythm with the raccoon's head, "you could find me whenever you like, see if I'm free, and if so, I can bring you back here with Hanley... God knows he'd_like that, and besides, it's sex - it'll give you some time to experiment, some time to... figure out what you like... it took _me a while to finally get it through my head that maybe I don't like the feeling of a thick knot pumping under my tail."

He trailed off into slow, soft panting, while Tony continued bobbing on him and stroking his length. The thought of having this dog, currently lodged beneath his tail - he could feel his breathing and periodic throbs as he squeezed the last of his cum into the raccoon - on his back for him to taste and lick and nuzzle... what, exactly, did dog cock smell or taste like? He'd read on a forum online that it was similar to the scent of wet dog, but heavier, more resilient, and considerably more pleasurable, especially knowing its source... maybe it was wrong, but the raccoon closed his eyes and pretended that the cock on which he currently bobbed, which he kept his lips tightly around, was veined and contoured like a feral dog's, shooting out small spurts of salty pre, edged on the bottom by a thick, hot knot-

-and, lost in his scenario, it startled him when a paw descended on the back of his head and tugged him down for the few spurts of thick cum against the back of his throat, which he instinctively swallowed down. He was already close himself, especially after thinking about getting another chance to 'play' with Hanley (who had never left his mind: it was hard to forget about a cock tied beneath his tail), so after swallowing down the tiger's cum, he moved back, lapped up along his underside again, tensed up - and sucked in a breath before emptying his own load over the floor beneath him, at the same time clenching tightly around Hanley's knot. The German shepherd let out a soft huff and tugged breath.

"There you go. See?" Officer Donahue sat further back and ran a thumb along his length. It came back, slickened with both cum and saliva. "Isn't that better? That knot might start hurting in a while, though - and it'll leave you sore tomorrow, and the next day too, probably. I'll stay right here with you until it comes free. Ah... are ya doing alright?"

Arousal emptied from his body in a few whitish streaks beneath him, Tony could again start to feel embarrassment wash over his body, but he felt better about it this time - enough to find himself grinning shakily. He was too breathless to respond in words, so he nodded instead.

"...Hm. Maybe next time," the officer went on, grinning back as he did up his pants, "I can bring my nice video camera from home..."