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Hey, y'all! Sorry this chapter took so long to get here. Both time and creativity have been sparse and I haven't had time to really get a handle on how I wanted to proceed with the next few chapters. I apreciate the comments and feed back I have gotten from this series so far. It helps me from being lazy when I realize people enjoy my writing. Anway, you've waited long enough, so enjoy!

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Cole opened his eyes slowly to let them adjust to the light levels in the hotel room. Taking a deep breathe and letting it out, he took stock of the situtation. He had been roughly fucked by a hunk of a tiger, Evan he thought, who was now lying in the bed next to him. The arm draped over his naked hip confirmed that. He smiled as he felt the soreness in his hind end, and the emptiness in his balls. The sexual frustration he felt had disapated, at least for now. The awareness of his body came full circle, complete with a slight chill from his nudity, and sore msucles from the exhertion and cowboy style he prefered.

Cole scratched the itch on his stomach and realized how dirty he was. Dried semen from himself and the tiger clung to his body and matted the light hairs that dusted his chest and abs. His untrimmed bush held a larger amount and also began to itch as his body awoke.

*pffffffffffff*

Cole froze as a puff of breathe touched his neck.

"Hey, you up?" The frat boy asked, squeezing the human's thigh before giving his flaccid cock a tug.

"Uh, yeah." Cole answered, the weight of the situation falling on him as his libido fueled self was satisfied and gave control back to the 'day-to-day' Cole.

"Heh. Okay. If you want to showere feel free." Evan said before rolling over and falling still.

"Thanks..." Cole slowly sat up, seeing the tiger was asleep again, or at least resting. He uncovered himself, and stared at his nude body. The familiar curves and mounds of muscles and the all natural hair Cole took pride in normally might as well have been someone elses body at the momment. Covered in unfamiliar cum, scent, and fur, as well as a film of dried sweat it didn't feel right, it felt foreign.

"Shit." Cole rubbed his face and decided he didn't want to spend anymore time here than he had to. The feeling of clumped hair separating on his chesty and belly as he moved nagged at his mind. He forced the feeling away as he finished gathering his clothes and belongings and headed for the shower.

When the water warmed up, Cole entered. Grabbing the bar of complimetary soap he ripped off the wrapper and got to cleaning himself. He scrubbed at the dried fluids, and picked at the bits that refused to cooperate. Soaping up his hand, he cleaned his cock, erasing any evidence of the tiger from his manhood. Rolling back the skin, he cleaned his own stickiness from the head, feeling a little tingle from the leftover lust. Satisfied with that task, he set about to his butt. The hairs there were particularly matted and in desperate need of cleaning. Thankfully, the soap made short work of the water based lube, and easily washed away. Cole felt around his asshole, gently prodding it and making a quick inspection. No pain, no tearing or damage, just the soreness that always followed anal sex. Done with the initial washing, Cole picked at and disposed of the stuborn spots of cum, wanting to take none of it with him whe he left.

After a few more rushed minutes, the water was off and cole dried his scrubbed body. Looking at himself in the mirror he saw a clean cut young man. Short cropped sandy hair and a shaved jawline, sharp blue eyes and immaculately maintained physique denoted a disciplined life, leftover from his years in the military. The person in that mirror didn't hook up with random strangers, he didn't lose control and turn to sex when things were stressful. He maintained his integrity, his control, his values.

The rustle of the bed snapped Cole out his self-depreciating thoughts.

"You done in there?" He heard the tiger ask.

"Yeah. Just gotta dress." Not hearing any response, Cole dressed in his clammy clothes. Yet another reminder.

"All yours." he mumbled heading for the door.

"Heh. You in a hurry or something man?"

Cole turned to the man who leaning fully nude and erect on the dresser, a cocky smile plastered on his face. He was likely only a couple years younger than Cole, but to the veteran at that time, it might as well have been a decade.

"Yeah. Got work tonight. Thanks for the shower." Cole about-faced and exited the hotel room. The door closed on the tiger harrumphing.

Cole gratefully entered the elevator that happened to be on that floor already. Leaning against the wall, he turned on his phone.

"Fuck." He gritted his teeth at the time. His night shift, 7pm-5am started in six hours.

Cole shook his head, gratefull he wasn't hungover, but also wishing he had drunk more so he couldn't remember the debauchery.

What the fuck was I thinking?

*ding*

The door opened onto the lobby and Cole exited. Each hurried step was loud on the marble floor as solid rubber met stone.

"Have a good day!" The cheerful clerk greeted the rumpled man. Her well trained pleasentry only earned a nod from the human, eager to leave behind the woman who was likely all too familiar with the walk-of-shame types.

Cole oriented himself with the street and headed for where his car was hopefully still parked. The sidewalks bustled with the people who were halfway through their work day. Men and women in business suites of various quality and expense talked on cells, gripped brief cases, munched on a sandwich or chatted with coworkers. Some rushed, and others took their time, trying to slow the inevitable slog back to their offices. Turning a corner from the main street, cole walked the less crowded blocks as the daytime business streets gave way to the nocturnal entertainment. The sidewalks here had different trash even.

The club was soon in view and Cole approached the parking attendant on duty at the club's garage.

"I'm Cole Heister. Gotta get my Camaro." he said, handing a valet ticket to him.

The tabby cat looked up from his magazine and handed the keys over to Cole.

"Yep. Remember your face so I don't need to see an ID. Its parked there." The cat gestured before returning the articles.

"Thanks." Cole hurried to his car, relieved to find it unscathed. He quickly got in and put the top up. After double checking his possessions, he pulled out onto the street and into the sunny fall day, all too eager to get home.

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Cole flopped down onto the couch after having showered again. It felt good to be smelling of his own soap and shampoo and neatly dressed into navy blue scrubs. He didn't feel the need to make more than one change since he had to leave for work in a couple hours.

Cole's phone vibrated before he turned on his TV.

"Hey, Mike. Whats up?"

"Hey, bro. Just about to start our patrol. How'd last night go? Cala said you left with a studly young man."

"Heh. Yeah."

"Well?" Mike spoke up after a long pause. "He wasn't, like, bad or diseased or anything right?" He questioned, detecting the tone of Cole's voice.

"No! Not at all. It was great actually. Just tired."

"You have always been a god aweful liar, even just over the phone. Talk to me."

"You aren't driving are you? Can't patrol and talk on the cell."

"I'm in the garage waiting for my partner. Don't change the subject."

"Fine!" Cole let out an exasperated sigh. "It was great sex. Libido sated for now. I just don't like losing control like that."

"Losing control? Dude, you always had crazy sex in college. What's with the puritan crap?"

"That was with Kyle. We were in a relationship for nearly three years. This was a one night stand with some random dude."

"And? Look, nothing wrong with that. You're single, you work your butt off, and you needed some release. No-strings-attached sex is okay as long as both parties are just doing it for fun. Not a big deal. Besides, you never judged any of us for them, why beat yourself up over it?"

"I don't know. I just...I like commited relationships. Not willy-nilly fucking."

"Well then go date."

"Wow. Thanks. Great advice." Cole said, now suffciently irritated.

"Don't be a dick." Mike said flatly, knowing his friend to well to be offended.

"Sorry. Just don't have a lot of time with work and I'm still getting used to the city. I've only been here a few months."

"I get that. A few guys down at the station are in the reserves and it takes time to be back as a civilian."

"Well, deployments are far different, but yeah. Cliffton is far different then a few years ago in collge. Or its just me. I don't know."

"Cala knows a few guys I think are gay. Ask her."

"I'm not ready for that yet. Need to settle in."

"Dude, how is it you are simultaneously overworking yourself and also not fullfilling your needs? You need to slow down and work on dating, be fine with an occasional one night stand till your ready, or suck it up and control your sex drive. I don't recommend the latter. That doesn't work for you. Talk to Cala, I can be a bro but I'm not good with this counseling shit."

"You're fine. It's just me being overly complicated about everything." Cole said.

"Well, the first step is admiting you have a problem." Mike teased with a smile.

"Shut up, dude." Cole laughed.

"Ha! Got a laugh. I gotta go man. Work is starting. We neeed to hang out again soon."

"Definitely. Thanks bro." Cole said.

"Of course. Bye!"

Mike hung up the phone and put it back in the console and rolled down the window.

"Hey, Tykes!" the new senior patrolman shouted, "Hurry up! Watch commander's gonna have our asses if we don't leave soon!"

"Sorry!" The tiger jogged over to the cruiser and got in. "Ready, everythings checked up."

"Good." Mike drove the vehicle out the garage.

"Good luck out there!" the gate watchmen called out, as he marked down the cruiser as leaving.

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Cole gave the young woman a once over after applying clean bandages to her lacerations. The swelling and bruising had gone down, and the morphine drip kept the pain at bay. Cole sighed, Clarice, as her chart stated, was fast asleep through the entire changing. She needed it, both from physical and mental exhaustion. Cole checked the box on the chart, the morphine drip was working properly and in the right dosage.

Cole looked up from his work as a suited Gecko entered the room.

"Nurse, can I have the room?" The woman asked, flashing her badge and ID.

"Only if you if you cleared it with Doctor Simmons." He told the detective, as he switched out the saline drip, checking for air bubbles and any defects before opening the small valve on the tube.

"I did. He'll be here shortly."

"I'm here." the bovine entered the small room. "Heister, once you finish up there you can leave. Check on 612 for me please."

"Yes, doctor." He said, securing the IV, then checking the boxes on the charts stating that the rounds and duties had been completed at the time.

"Thank you." The dectetive said as he left.

The Cliffton Memorial ER saw a lot of bad things, but when the police were involved, it was worse. Rapes, muggings, stabbings, shootings, car accidents, overdoses, anything with criminal involvement, and the police stopped by. Cliffton Memorial Hospital had the best ER and trauma doctors in the city and was situated in the dead center of the city, so it recieved paitients from all walks of life.

"Nurse." He heard a small voice call out.

"Yes, Shelby?" Cole entered the room, and smiled at the kid and his mother.

"I don't feel good." The billy goat frowned, his nose wet and eyes damp.

"Let me get you some cold water then. The medicine the doctor gave you will start helping you feel better very soon." He said with a reasuring smile.

"Thank you, Cole." The tired mother said weakly.

Cole returned with a cup of cool electrolyte water and a cold compress.

"Here you go." He said, holding the cup as the kid took a sip. "Little sips."

"Thank you." The mother said again. "I'm going to be right back Shelby, mommy is going to the restroom."

"Okay." the kid said, resting his head back on the pillow. "I'm tired but I can't sleep. I'm too hot."

"Try to sleep. The medicine is going to make you feel better." Cole held the compress on the boys sweaty forehead. His fever hadn't broken yet as this strain of influenza was rougher than most. Hopefully it would soon, but until then the IV was the only thing keeping him hydrated enough. The boy couldn't drink enough fluid to keep up.

"If you need anything, just ask. I'll be right in." Cole turned to the mother. "His fever should break soon. I'll be in shortly to check on y'all again. Can i get you some food or something?"

"No, I'm gonna rest. Thank you, Cole. You're very sweet." The mother goat smiled again.

"Of course." He patted her shoulder and exited. Next patient.

"Cole!" the bear called him up.

"Yes ma'am?" He asked his supervisor.

"No ma'am stuff. I work for a living. Ambulance is coming in four minutes with multiple GSW. Jackie is assisting with another so I need you covering with Doctor Mastle. They're prepping the OR. Where were you on your rounds?"

"Just heading to 612. Shelby in 610 is hopefully gonna get some sleep. Poor kid."

"I hate flu season. Get over to ambulance recieving, I'll finish up." The woman put her glasses back on and got up from her seat. "Go on, shoo!"

"Aye aye!" Cole said with a smile just to annoy the woman. She hated formality, and they had a bit of fun sparring back and forth.

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"So what are you grinning about?" Mike asked his partner as they drove down the streets.

"Got laid." The tiger grinned.

"Nice! You went somewhere after you left the bar?"

"Yeah, just a club down the street. I forget the name. Picked up this hot human chick. Blonde hair, nice curves, and liked taking control. Then she left, no problems or drama. Just *fffffttt* and out the door."

"It's funny how humans like fur. They don't have it, and most don't want it, but many like it. At least around here."

"Totally right. Chicks dig the tiger stripes."

"Don't get full of yourself. I've seen you get shot down many times."

"Get shot down five times but you only need one yes and your night is golden. What about you and Cala?"

"Still mind blowing."

"Don't ever get married or you'll get bored." The tiger said looking out the window.

"I don't know about that yet, but now, we're good where we are."

"Yeah, I'm good too. Empty balls, sore muscles, and a good cup of coffee." He said holding up his cup before sipping.

"TMI, dude. TMI."

"Ease up senior." The tiger chuckled, punching the two chevrons on his partners sleave.

"We have a 543 in progress on Brevet Place at a Seven Eleven, caller says two suspects are in the store and one is armed. Any officers available to respond are to use caution." The dispatcher called on the radio. Tykes pulled up the radio piece.

"This is fifty nine bravo, responding to 543. ETA two minutes."

"Copied, fifty nine bravo. Seventy eight bravo and twenty charlie are also responding."

"Copied, dispatch."

Mike hit the buttons on the dash and the light bar lit up and siren blared.

"Clear right." Mike called as they came to an intersection,

"Clear left." Tykes responded and the cruiser sped through.

Within a few minutes the officers rolled up to the corner store, a few cars were in sight but no people.

Mike opened his door and climbed out, scanning the area with a paw on his holster.

"Dispatch, fifty nine bravo on scene, no suspects in sight."

"Copy, fifty nine bravo."

Another cruiser rolled up, and two more officers in the light blue uniform of the Cliffton Police climbed out. The four officers carefully approcached the store with weapons drawn. With a nod from the others, Mike opened the door and entered the store, continuously scanning for any dangers, his senses on high alert.

"Help! They robbed me!" A man yelped from behind the counter, freezing as several weapons were pointed at him before being pointed down quickly.

"Jesus." The bison next to him mumbled, shaking her head and glaring at the man.

"Don't jump out like that. You could've gotten shot. Where did they go?" Mike asked.

"They left with my cash drawers. In a red cutlass I think."

"There are only thousands of those around here." Tykes said.

"We'll double check around back to make sure they aren't around. Call robbery and take his statement." Mike ordered, being the senior officer.

"Yes sir."

Mike and Tykes walked the premises once and found nothing, returning to the store, they began taking statements and jotting down any leads until a detective arrived.

"Another day another dollar." Tykes joked as the two officers returned to patrol.

"Dispatch, fifty nine bravo clearing up the call on Brevet Place and returning to patrol."

"Copy that, fifty nine bravo. Stay safe."