FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Maybe a little darker and extreme this time around. Be warned, there are a few harsh themes here, read at your own risk.

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"Give it up Sk!nk, I've got you cornered" Officer Harley Davidson growled as she levelled her Darra Polytechnic DR5 Nova pistol, which she affectionately called "Doom Doom", right at the chameleons' head. Even a scaley bastard like him wouldn't be able to get out of this one as she had him pinned up against the guard rail of the overpass, traffic whizzing by so fast below that they were almost a blur.

"Officer Davidson, how nice to see you again!" the reptile grinned, his unnerving eyes looking in two different directions simultaneously. One was trained on the approaching and almost completely natural large grey Pitbull. Harley was indeed a unique specimen in this day and age, she hated all the body modifications people did to themselves. It even took the threat of losing her badge before she finally consented to the neural implant which let her get partial augmented reality and limited deep dive capability. "Looking as...natural as ever I see" the chameleon said mockingly, both eyes briefly trained on her strong outstretched silvery furred arms aiming her revolver right at his head. His long spindly dull grey arms raised above his head; hands raised in surrender.

"Yeah, unlike sick fucks like you, I don't need augmentation to do my job" the large Pitbull female growled, her piercing blue eyes locked on the slippery criminal she'd been chasing for months. Her lips curling back in a barely restrained smirking snarl as she had finally cornered him and there was no escape this time.

"Where's your partner?" Sk!nk asked, leaning his odd shaped head to one side to peer back behind her curiously.

"None of your..." It was too late, she realized she made the mistake of taking her eyes off the chameleon for only a split second and he instantly vanished from sight. "Shit! Come out and fight like a real man!" Harley snarled, whirling about and aiming her pistol at every perceived slight sound or movement.

"Where's the fun in that?" Sk!nk's voice suddenly sounded right behind her, just when something coiled tightly about her legs hard enough to crack bone. His augmented tail having more crushing power than an anaconda jacked up on steroids and PCP had coiled about her legs and began to crush them with ease.

"Scooter!" Feral shouted from the landing leading up to the overpass, hearing his partners pained cries before seeing her go down hard. Raising his own pistol, the fox fired blindly at the shimmering shape hovering over his partner.

"A little parting gift, give your partner one last hug for me, will you?" Sk!nk rasped, his mechanical hands gripping Harley's wrists tight enough she heard them crack, just before the searing hot pain lanced through her forearms and into her entire body to cause her to scream in agony again. But they remained gripping on her, even as the chameleon scampered away into the night. The faint beeping catching her attention as it began to speed up.

"No...Stay back!" The Pitbull shouted as Feral sprinted toward her. Seeing he wasn't listening; she did the only thing she could think of and hauled herself over the barrier and dropped from sight. No sooner had she vanished over the edge would an explosion rock the overpass from below.

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"How're you doing?" Feral asked as the grimacing large Pitbull as she sunk down into the passenger seat of his car waiting for her outside the hospital. It had been months of recovery in hospital, followed by grueling physical therapy after Harley had to have emergency surgery to save her life.

"Still wish you'd let me die, asshole" Harley growled, raising her new cybernetic arms, bright silver glinting in the neon lights shining through the car window.

"What, and miss out on our warm and fuzzy talks, Scooter?" the small fox joked. He knew how hard this had been on her, she didn't have a say in what had happened to her. The damage to her limbs was too extensive to save them, forcing the doctors to amputate. The force of the explosion had flung her off course as she tried to drop between the overhead skyways below, slamming her into the side of a delivery van so hard she toppled it over, fracturing her spine in the process. She could've been a limbless quadriplegic, but Feral had known that would have been infinitely worse for his friend than this alternative. At least this way she had a chance of a normal life, or at least as close to one as she'd allow it to be. Thanks to the advances in medical science, implants along the length of her spine allowed her to control her new mechanical limbs and preserve her independence.

No matter how much physical therapy and counselling she went through, Harley couldn't help but feel detached from herself. Sure, the arms and legs moved when she told them, but it just didn't feel like she was really in control of herself anymore. There was an unsettling slowness to it all, almost like lag in an online game. Even though it was mere milliseconds, to her it was very noticeable and frustrating between when she wanted to do something and her body doing it. Eventually the desire to just get back out on the street and get back to work overrode her need to be understood by the shrinks, she knew they were just doing their jobs, but they wouldn't give her the all clear until she at least convincingly pretended like she was accepting her new body and her limitations.

Meanwhile Sk!nk was out there doing what he did best, probably laughing at her and her no longer natural self. He'd successfully taken everything from her, all she had left was a burning desire for revenge. Harley growled as she slowly crushed a bowling ball between her mechanical fingers just thinking about it.

"Yeah, they can take some getting used to. Just maybe don't go giving anyone handjobs until you have the hang of it, eh?" Feral smiled reassuringly, handing her another bowling ball. "You're up...and uh, just try relax and have fun, okay Scooter? We're not on duty yet" the handsome arctic fox gently reminded her, giving Harley a gentle pat on the back before returning to sit beside his wife as she watched them play.

Feral, whose real name was actually Bill Ferrell, was the only one allowed to call her Scooter. It'd only come about because he was a classic bike fanatic and his all-time favorite brand was the Harley Davidson choppers biker gangs in years gone by used to ride. Harley was prone to wearing leather jackets and denims like bikers, so it was an obvious jump in logic for the fox to come up with the nickname. On the other hand, Harley calling the fox "Feral" was just simply because she misheard someone saying his last name and it stuck. Since they'd become partners, they'd called each other Scooter and Feral ever since. Though to those that didn't know them but heard the nicknames, they often got them mixed up.

Harley was a big silvery grey furred and muscled Pitbull, a real no nonsense type that often wore a scowl so it made sense for her to be called Feral. While Bill was a short, quick witted and friendly arctic fox that was always on the move, so Scooter suited him more at first glance. Regardless, those not in their inner circle quickly learned they had to earn the privilege of using either nickname or suffer the consequences.

Feral was the only person she'd ever let get close to her; he was the only one that really knew what was going on in her head. He knew how she was struggling to adapt to her new life and was doing everything he could to help her adapt, she knew she could call on him at any time and he'd be there for her. She had to give it to his wife too, she was amazingly understanding and supportive as well; also helping out where ever she could. Harley was eternally grateful to have both of them in her life, she honestly didn't know what she'd do without them.

Getting back on the streets on active duty would've been near impossible if she had tried to do it alone, but it felt good to be back in the cruiser with Feral at the wheel. Nothing made Harley feel better about herself quite like knocking heads of gang bangers and petty thieves. Despite her near-death experience barely a year ago, she still did not hold back or even be a little extra cautious. If anything, her armored limbs seemed to give her more confidence as she ran right into the middle of gunfights and took down criminals with her bare metallic hands. Things were starting to feel almost normal again, in fact, better than normal even. They were even starting to pick up leads on Sk!nk and his gang, a few stakeouts later and they started to make a real dent in his organization finally.

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"Wake up Officer Davidson, wake up!" A familiar voice rasped out to her, reaching deep into her peaceful slumber to rudely draw her into the waking world.

Harley blinked as she looked around, finding herself standing in the middle of her modest living room with a dark figure sitting on her sofa and sipping on one of her beers. "Alright asshole, you have five seconds to get on the ground and surrender before I rip your arms off and beat you with them!" the large silvery grey Pitbull snarled at the intruder.

"I'd like to see you try, bitch. Besides, is that any way to talk to an old friend?" the shadowy figure mocked before he leaned forward and into the light shining in through her window to reveal his face; it was Sk!nk!

"You! I'll...I..." Harley snarled and leapt forward at the chameleon, at least she tried to. Her mind was telling her body to move, but she stood motionless before the smirking reptile in her sleeveless pale blue tee and pink cotton panties.

"Oh dear, is someone experiencing some technical difficulties? Can't seem to move your arms and legs, Officer Davidson?" Sk!nk laughed and took another sip of her beer as he eyed the large canine over with a menacing glint in his one eye locked on her, the other eye rolling about and looking around her living room.

"What did you do to me!?" Harley shouted, trying to keep the note of panic out of her voice. No matter what she tried, her arms and legs refused to obey, she couldn't even get the implants in her spine to respond to so much as turn sideways. Suddenly her left fist came crashing in against the side of her muzzle, dazing the Pitbull from the hard blow and soon she tasted her own blood as it trickled from her nose.

"Quiet, bitch. I'm in control here" Sk!nk hissed before his lecherous smirk returned to his lips. Harley felt her arms begin to move, tugging and ripping her clothing away to leave her standing bare before him. All she could do was growl; she couldn't even attempt to cover herself or slap his hands away as he reached up to grope at one of her breasts or touch between her thighs.

"I'll kill you for this..." Harley growled threateningly at him while he continued to touch and explore her as he wished.

"Well then, in that case I'd best get my money's worth, hmm?" Sk!nk mocked before sinking three cold clawed metallic digits up into her, making the large canine wince in discomfort. "Now now, that just won't do, officer!" the reptile mocked when she grit her teeth in discomfort. Sk!nk briefly withdrew his fingers from her before tapping a few unseen buttons on the projected keyboard in his augmented reality. A moment later Harley huffed as she felt an unwanted warmth beginning to spread through her groin when his fingers returned between her pouting folds and started pumping in and out of her slowly. "That's better, isn't it?"

"Bastard!" she growled, closing her eyes and trying to fight off the feeling of arousal he'd somehow forced her to feel. She could feel herself damned near dripping, she knew Sk!nk could feel it too judging by the mocking grin he wore, as if he'd defeated her. Perhaps he had, at least on some level when Harley felt her body beginning to twitch and clench. "No; no no no..." She whined softly to herself as the bastard brought her to climax against her will, unable to escape the unwanted pleasure as his fingers stirred and pumped inside her while his thumb rubbed at her clit. Her embarrassment furthered when he raised his glistening metallic digits to his lips and sucked them clean of her hot femcum a few moments later.

"Tasty, for a cop cunt...not a bad start, but not what I came here for. You've been messing in my dealings; you need to be taught a lesson, cunt. Now turn around and bend over..." All warmth left the chameleons' voice as he commanded her to turn. Not that he needed to, she wouldn't have done so even with a gun to her head. But as he was the one in control of her body, it was more of a formality, creating the illusion of choice as he made her body turn around and bend over seemingly willingly for him. Sure enough, she spotted the tiny flashing red light of his recording device sitting beside her old styled television before her a few feet away, the asshole was recording everything he did to her and making it seem like she was doing it of her own free will.

Harley found herself bending forwards for Sk!nk, her hands resting against her glass top of her coffee table while her feet were made to shift wider apart. He even made her slender tail raise up high for him before he leaned in and got a good look at her bare and vulnerable nethers. His clawed metallic fingers reached out, briefly sinking into her slick pussy once more before he withdrew them, his touch trailing up across her taint before he began to circle the little pink indent of her tail hole before his claws pressed to the center of her opening and sunk deep under her tail.

"My oh my, Officer Davidson! This is most certainly not a virgin asshole, who would've thought the tough silver bitch took it in the ass like a common whore!?" Sk!nk mocked when she barely made a sound while he fingered her pucker; thankfully the room was too dark for him to see the pink hue of her cheeks and ears as she blushed in embarrassment. "I bet it was that cute foxy partner of yours, wasn't it? Get bored on all those stakeouts and have to pass the time somehow, right?" Goddammit, thankfully the reptile didn't know just how right he was. Feral had been her rock in the past few months, in more ways than just a shoulder to cry on. Spending so much time alone and close together while she was in the emotional state she was in; it was only a matter of time before the lines got blurred.

"Ungh, fuck..." Harley grunted, being snapped out of her train of thought when something cold and hard was pushed in under her tail, stretching her almost as wide as Feral's knot had done that first time.

"I was hoping to be the first to plunder this booty, but no matter. I'm sure I can think of other ways to send a message..." Sk!nk smirked as he slowly pumped his now empty beer bottle in and out under Harley's tail, keeping it lifted high and out the way for the camera to capture everything.

Harley was forced to endure the degrading actions of the perverted chameleon for a few moments until he formed a plan B. Finally, she felt some relief when he removed the glass bottle from under her tail, but only for a moment. As she turned her head as far as she could, she spotted him sitting with a grin on her sofa again, only now he was as naked as she was and sporting two menacing looking luminous green ridged lengths. "Sit..." he commanded her, knowing damn well that she wouldn't do it of her own free will, but it looked good for the camera. Harley fought and struggled to stop her body from obeying what ever control he had over her, but it was of no use. She felt herself moving back and lowering down, the feeling of those twin cold lengths nudging under her tail before they began to stretch and spread her open painfully. "Nuh uh uh!" Sk!nk mocked again when she winced at taking both his draconic lengths up her toned and muscled behind. Once more she saw him tapping at his augmented reality keyboard and that familiar warmth seeped into her core again, causing the large Pitbull to groan in false pleasure.

"Asshole!" Harley snarled as she felt uncomfortably full and stretched when Sk!nk finally hilted both his thick glowing green ridged lengths under her tail; forcing her to feel pleasure from it as he did so. It was not the same as when Feral did this with her; she had wanted it then, the closeness and acceptance of it all. But now, this was just cruel and unwelcomed, she'd rather jump from that overpass again instead of letting this bastard think she was getting any sort of pleasure from what he was doing to her.

Harley glared at the camera as she was made to start riding Sk!nk, gasping at every ridge popping in and out of her uncomfortably stretched opening. To the camera it would look like the large Pitbull was eagerly riding the chameleon with his twin lengths under her tail, it most definitely didn't help that he was forcing her to feel pleasure as he made her fuck herself down onto him over and over again. It was even worse when something cold and hard pressed between her thighs, brushing between her pouting folds before forcing deep inside her. Again, the Pitbull growled and shut her eyes for a moment. When she opened them and looked down, she saw the chameleons' augmented mechanical tail starting to pump in and out of her like she was the starlet in some twisted live action hentai movie.

"C'mon bitch, cum for Daddy!" Sk!nk mocked commandingly as he put his tail into overdrive while reaching down with his clawed fingers to begin strumming her clit for the camera. Meanwhile, the reptile simply forced her to feel even greater pleasure as another wave of warmth washed through her unbidden. She wasn't really finding any of this pleasurable, but to the camera it would seem she was as she groaned and was made to squirm in his lap. As much as she fought it, Harley knew she was fighting a losing battle while she tried not to cum. She lost the battle a moment later, howling in climax as her hips bucked and ground against Sk!nks' tail in her cunt and his twin lengths up her ass, all with the bastard grinning at the camera over her shoulder.

Unfortunately Sk!nk wasn't done humiliating her either, his cold clawed fingers slapped down on her clit, making her bark at the flash of pleasure and pain. She wasn't sure if it was just from him fucking with her, or if she had actually liked it. The thought that the reptile could bring her any sort of pleasure scared her, more than the fact he was about to cum in her ass. His beer-tinged breath washing over her scruff as he bucked up into her backside, constantly mumbling about how he was going to soil her self-righteous ass and she'd remember it every time she faced down a criminal. He was going to let everyone know what a butt-slut the bit Pitbull was now he had video evidence of her taking two dicks back there too. He might even just hijack her body and start pimping her out to anyone that wanted to fuck a cop as renowned as she was.

At least his own boasting seemed to pleasure him more than it did her, Sk!nk gritting his jaws just as he uttered a "Shit!" when his balls nearly turned inside out while they emptied themselves in the reluctant canines rear. Harley simply growled and clutched the armrest of her sofa tight enough to crack the wood strut inside. Her clipped ears perking at the sound of wood splintering, releasing her grip on the sofa and raising her hand before her face in silent surprise while Sk!nk continued to flood her ass with his cold heavy seed.

In a flash of movement that belied her size and bulk, Harley reached across herself with her left hand to grip Sk!nks' right wrist and pulled hard. All while her right elbow raised and spun back to connect with the side of the chameleons' head with a satisfying crunch sound. Even before he slumped to her sofa with a pained groan, she knew she had him when his tail slipped from inside her limply as she stood up to get off his softening cocks. Harley grinned as she raised the Chameleon's detached metallic forearm, flipping open the wrist cover and tapping a few buttons to cause the mechanical hand to form a fist. A few more button presses later and a soft beeping began, growing steadily more frequent as she leaned down to grip and lift Sk!nks' mechanical tail. Holding the detached forearm like a medieval spear, the large Pitbull smirked and rammed it home with a cry of "How do you like it, asshole!"

Sk!nk yelped and scrambled off of her sofa while trying to reach behind him with his one good arm to dislodge the object under his tail while he stumbled about in panic. "Crazy bitch!" he shouted, looking up just in time to see Harley standing before him with a smug grin. Her foot raising suddenly to catch him square between the thighs with her metallic shin, folding the chameleon over with a pained wheeze.

"Told you I'd kill you for this" the canine growled, raising her knee to catch Sk!nks' descending jaw as he bent forward to clutch at his more than likely burst testicles, shattering it in the process as she sent him hurtling back through her window and plummeting down into the river below. The explosion which followed sending a spout of water almost all the way up to her apartment window as she leaned out to make sure he was gone for good.