Bloodplay

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>>70986368
Actually sadistic waifurs who still love you.

>>70986368
Evil demon worshipping barbarian waifur who carves demonic runes into your flesh that burn unbearably in the presence of good. Making you a slave to darkness forever.

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Skunk donut.

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>>70986291
I'm obsessed with warrior girls like op and pic related, what are the best stories with these types of girls and fantasy settings?

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This is my new waifur, she just met me a few days ago. So far I think she’s doing great.

>>70987620
Her finger seems to be connected to itself. Should get it checked out.

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Autistic anthros

>>70988166
Slop

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Getting harassed by your future gf.

>>70986805
Lady She-Wolf and Her Sunshine - spaceface404
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40336959/chapters/101040135

The Price of Dignity - spaceface404
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50237446/chapters/126891241

Black Powder - TheSignalRemains
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40448022/chapters/101328696

Claimed - BurntNapkin
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40552314/chapters/101596839

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>>70988166
What a wife

>>70986368
>>70986398
>>70986603
Not really. Hold the L and move on.

>>70990123
Woosh

>>70986398
hot

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>>70990104
I need to worship horse lady muscles.

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>>70991035
Muscular naked horse ladies are pure sex indeed.

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>>70991122

>>70988166
i like her alot
she is wonderful

>>70991035
Horse pussy sexo

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Are dickgirls adhg? I happen to have a good one written.

>>70991836
No. Try /hfur/

>>70991836
sorry but it wouldn't be thread appropriate
try /hfur/ like that other Anon said

>>70992518
Imagine the sheer weight as she's facesitting you.

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>>70992518
Beefy minotaur ladies are fucking based. However for me, I'm more into beefy big cat ladies. Especially Guennol Lioness.

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you'd let her in right anons?

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Hiding in your waifur's clothes.

>>70995497
>ywn get smuggled past the border like this
why even live?

>>70989745
Thx anon I'll check them later

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Getting fucked in teh ass by my waifur cause I misbehaved again...

>>70995879
Oh god the stink. The armpit huffing. You'd never have another dominant thought in your life

>>70996610
She knows exactly how to make you squeel.

Man the fags sure are extra cock hungry today

>>70997861
Can confirm, already jacked it to furbois fuckin eachother hours ago.

>>70989745
Nice picks, these are some good stories

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>stalker 2 feels like a modded version of fallout 4
I guess it's back to modded Anomaly then

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New object of admiration dropped

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>>70998232
New gangrapists just dropped.

>>70998232
>>70998600
Wuts this now

>>70999085
New girls from a sequel to The Bad Guys
The one Diane Foxington is from

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STORYxUPDATE

My Life, Now the Anthrostate's Ch. 9

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58255279/chapters/155128111

Hope it's enjoyable, I had to make some changes on this chapter, so that's why it took a while to get it out this time around.

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>>70993805
Noice. Beef is kino

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>>70996737
Make sure your R0X-AN3 unit comes with a self-lubricating pussy-unit. I got mine without that attachment, and I start chafing after the second session or so.

>>71000550
State-chads stay winning.

>>71002933
Huge, dangerous-looking, with hard bits as well soft bits. Best physical trait combo.

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>>70986291
>you can’t say a thing
>your mouth locks up, and your body goes rigid
>around you the conversation goes on uninterrupted
>chattering about the new mayor, her strange new policy, the food being moved out by scores of waiters now that the speech is over
>it all flows past you like the cold winter wind
>you can feel the chill settle in your bones
>Foster's head turns
>turning over the room lazily
>for a moment her eyes meet yours
>you snap your head down
>”Anon?”
>you flick your eyes to the side to the questioning voice
>then back down to your lap
>”Anon? What's wrong?”
>there's a paw on your arm
>instinctively, you twitch away from it with sharp intake of breath
>but--
>it's Shelby
>"Anon. You can take my paw."
>the paw turns over, held out for you
>you grab it and squeeze hard
>feel the warm pawpads, the soft fur
>it's Shelby
>taking a deep breath, slowing your racing heart a little, you try to work up the nerve to speak
>for now you sit and hold her paw in your lap
>running your thumb over the fur on the back of it to soothe yourself
>Shelby's voice is calm and quiet in your ear
>”I’m right here for you.”
>you shiver
>wish she could hold you
“It–”
>you force your mouth open to cough out the words
"It's her."
>"Her?"
>Shelby's question lingers in your ear even after she pulls away
>after a couple seconds her paw tightens around your hand
>"Her."
>Shelby growls the word lowly
>you nod jerkily, not daring to look up
>"I swear to God I'm gonna--"
>you feel the body beside you move to stand
>but you pull her back down by the paw
"Please. Shelby."
>you don't want her to leave your side
>and you don't want to catch that woman's attention
>and if Shelby causes a scene in front of all those chief inspectors...
>you don't want her getting in more trouble because of you
"I don't want to get into trouble. I don't want to get you in trouble."
>Shelby drops back down into her seat
>"Hey. Look at me."
>you turn your head, then look up into Shelby's eyes
>"I've got you."

>>71003990
>you stare at her
>Shelby has a stern expression set on her face
>"I won't let anything happen to you. And I'm not going to let that bitch--"
>she growls the word
>"--get away with what she did. Get away with doing it ever again."
>you swallow down the lump in your throat
>squeezing Shelby's paw for strength
>the strength to deny her
"No. Not like that. I don't--I can't. Not with the shouting and the--"
>you shake your head
"Not again. I just want to get through tonight and go home."
>Shelby frowns, her stern expression softening
>her paw releases your hand
>so she can put her arms around you
>"You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. We can just leave."
>hugging onto her, you look over her shoulder
>your whispered conversation going unnoticed under the low rumble of the filled dining hall
>all the inspectors around you still chattering as the dinner approaches
>Shelby releases you from the hug and rises
>there are a few glances your way as you stand and follow her across the floor toward the exit
>the pair of your skirt along as best you can, avoiding crowded tables
>as you turn the corner at the end of the open hall you glance back
>to see Chief Inspector Astor in her gold-fringed uniform struggling not to sprint across the open dance-floor
>she manages an unhappy trot that has her catching up with you in the entrance way
>"What are you doing?"
>the cheetah hisses at Shelby
>you turn and stand beside Shelby
>she looks like she's about to growl
>then it comes out as a sigh
>"Anon isn't feeling well. I'm taking him home."
>Aster glances at you
>you glare back until she returns her attention to Shelby
>"The entirety of the city of Bismarck just saw one of MY inspectors walk out after the new mayor's speech. Sit him down and give him some water."
>there's a terse silence as inspector and chief inspector square off
>Shelby points down the dining hall toward where the inspectors are seated
>"You know who's seated right across from him? Foster."

>>71004003
>Aster flicks her gaze back toward where Shelby points
>then returns to her with a look that's equally tired and angry
>"This again?"
>the anger slowly replaces the weariness on the cat's face
>"I've told you, I can't do anything. Foster's an inspector, under a different chief, and she received an invite just like every other inspector in the city."
>Shelby
>and you by extension
>remain planted resolutely by the door
>so close
>yet so far away
>"We aren't staying. You can tell them Anon was sick."
>Shelby tries to turn away
>but the chief grabs her by the shoulder
>Aster's voice starts to rise in volume
>"I've given you explicit orders, Inspector Winn. Turn around, sit down, and keep your husband looking presentable for the rest of the night. Is that hard for you to understand?"
>Shelby starts to reply, a snarl on her face
>"Anon isn't--"
>but she's interrupted by Aster jabbing a claw into her chest
>"Sit. Down."
>the paw around your hand tightens
>Shelby's looking like she's going to be sick
>and the chief inspector's hard expression softens slightly
>"You don't have to speak to her, you don't have to speak to anyone."
>Aster looks back across the room
>most of the eyes that had turned your way have turned back to the tables
>as food has been served
>but a few eyes in the gray uniform corner are still watching
>"Just sit there until the meal is over. The Inspectorate can't afford to look like it's dissenting against the Council's decision."
>Shelby huffs and her ears fold back
>but she rallies
>"It's not about the mayor. It's--"
>"About your husband. I know."
>Aster rolls her eyes
>but immediately holds her hands out in a placating gesture
>"Look, I can get you a spot at a different table."
>the cheetah glances back over her shoulder once more
>deeper into the hall
>"I'll let you sit where my husband and I are seated."
>Shelby looks to you
>you sigh
>can’t ever get a break
>the best you and Shelby will get are compromises and disappointment
"Fine."

>>71004028
>Shelby's shoulders sag in defeat
>and she bobs her head slowly
>"Alright. We're leaving after the main course."
>Aster puffs out her cheeks and her tail droops in relief
>"Thank you. Just keep quiet for the night and you can go."
>the cheetah steps aside, gesturing for Shelby to lead you back into the hall
>you stay beside her, folding your arm in hers
>leaning on her as you march stiffly
>back into the main room and along the edges toward the inspector's tables
>"I'm sorry, Anon."
>Shelby mumbles to you as you pass by tables full of state officials
>you just shake your head
"Nothing we can do."
>Shelby gives a low growl
>"I know something I could do. Break Foster's damn snout..."
>you don't bother to argue with her
>it's something you'd love to see, if only for the sake of Shelby's happiness
>but it wouldn't fix anything
>you just keep your eyes on the ground as you pass by the table you had been sitting out
>"Hey."
>a gruff voice catches your attention
>"Winn, where are you going? What was that all about?"
>Shelby comes to a stop and turns
>you go with her
>you look up to where the voice came from
>it's a wolf
>one you recognize
>she's the wolf that was at Shelby's office the other day
>she's clad in a bright red version of the inspector's uniform
>and has a matching broad-brimmed hat shading her eyes and hiding some of her grey-black fur
>you shuffle behind Shelby
>but she doesn't seem overly upset in her reply
>"Inspector Shay. Anon was feeling unwell. I was going to take him home but Chief Aster convinced us to stay for the evening."
>Shay whuffs, her tail brushing
>"Yeah. This fancy stuff sucks. My own man's off looking for something lighter."
>Shay turns her gaze down to you
>and gives you a friendly smile
>"Gonna be alright? You're still looking a little green there."
>the wolf snickers as her eyes flash out from under the cap
>you shake your head
"I'm okay, thank you."
>Shay shrugs
>"If you say so. Listen--"

>>71004043
>the gray wolf steps closer to you and Shelby and whispers
>"--If this is about that courtship announcement, it's a surprise to me too. No one on the ground floor heard a thing. But it probably won't be a bad--"
>"No, it's not that."
>Shelby glances over Shay's shoulder to the table
>you lean over to follow her gaze
>half the table is watching the exchange
>Foster included
>you duck back behind the red-coated wolf
>Shelby shakes her head
>"We're just gonna get through the night."
>Shay glances over her shoulder at the table as well
>then gives a short snarl that startles you
>"Ah, don't worry about the looky-loos. They won’t bite."
>the snarl turns into a laugh when she turns back to Shelby
>who just shakes her head again
>"It's really nothing you need--"
>"Man trouble?"
>one of the inspectors you don't recognize calls out from the table
>you wince
>feeling the mocking laughter wash over you and Shelby
>immediately she tugs your hand to start pulling you away
>"Have a good night, Inspector Shay."
>you follow, face burning
>then another voice calls from the crowd
>this one you recognize
>"Gotta keep a tighter leash!"
>Foster's voice is reedier than you remember it
>the memory of it making it fuller and more menacing
>but it still holds plenty of menace
>"Husbands should be kept in line."
>Shelby freezes on the spot
>her posture rigid, and ears peaked
>you barely hear the laughter around the table
>your hands dig into Shelby's arm and you try to hide behind her even more
>"I'm sorry."
>Shelby turns slowly
>like the big steel front door of the home swinging shut
>cold and rigid
>her voice is low as she responds
>"Would you care to repeat that, Foster?"
>you barely want to look
>but you can't help it
>from Shelby's stony expression, to Foster's uncaring smirk you look back and forth
>the coyote shrugs nonchalantly
>"What? It's true. That's what the OHA and Inspectors are for. We put humans in their place."

>>71004055
>Shelby untangles herself from you
>"Inspector Shay."
>she speaks lowly
>only just audible above the din of the crowd
>"Please keep a watch over Anon for a moment."
>Shay glances at you, the hecklers, and Shelby's subtle snarl.
>"Sure."
>Shelby doesn't say any more
>she simply disappears in a blur of gray, black, and white
>you hear three thumps of her footpaws beating on the polished floor
>Shelby sprints full tilt toward Foster
>and then she jumps
>there's a flash
>an instant that seems to go in slow motion
>bringing her legs up and turning in the air
>to bring them out straight, striking the rising Foster in the chest in a flying double-kick
>the shocked coyote goes sprawling backward over the chair, landing hard on the stone floor
>Shelby too falls to the ground, her eyes wide open when she lands on her back
>you try to go to her side, but your way is blocked by a red sleeve
>Shay puts her arm out in front of you
>"Wait."
>you ignore her, stepping around Shay to get to Shelby
>Shay grabs the back of your jacket to hold you in place
>Shelby jumps upright again with a kick of her legs
>closing in on Foster with hackles raised
>growling
>teeth bared
>you wish you could say you didn't believe what you were seeing
>but you believe it
>you're even happy to see it
>Shelby, your protector, inflicting her own furious vengeance on your former tormentor
>Foster, still on one knee, reaches under her armpit
>the same spot where Shelby kept her own holster
>but thankfully she seems to have left the weapon as well
>"What the hell are you doing you crazy bi--"
>the coyote fails to finish the sentence as Shelby swings a quick fist at her muzzle
>this time she's ready for the attack, and Foster manages to duck the blow
>then leaps forward in a counter-attack
>Shelby hops backward to dodge Foster's swipe
>then back again to dodge the next
>right into the grasp of another inspector
>a stoat in gray uniform that tries to restrain Shelby
>"What's going on?!"

>>71004092
>Shelby snarls at the stoat, yanking an arm free to point a finger at Foster
>"Foster is a human abuser!"
>the crowd, already watching the spectacle in a rough circle, turns its attention to Foster
>"I am not! This crazy bitch attacked me outta nowhere!"
>she moves to capitalize on her attacker being restrained
>by driving her fist into Shelby's stomach while she's pulling her other arm free
>Shelby gasps and doubles over
>you're moving
>before you can even think of what you're doing you wrench against Shay’s grip
>slipping it by sliding out of your jacket
>and break through the circle of bodies to throw yourself at Foster
>a punch aimed for her ugly muzzle
>that Foster catches
>grasping your wrist just tight enough to hurt
>and she yanks it down so she can grab you by the collar
>holding you in place at arm's length
>the coyote bares her teeth at you
>you're not afraid
>all you feel is anger
>"See this is what I'm talking about!"
>Foster shakes you by the collar as she gesticulates
>"A wife lets her human run wild and they both go crazy! That stupid dog lets slack on the leash--AGH!"
>before she can finish her accusation, you open your mouth and bite down on her hand as hard as you can
>you bite until you taste blood
>Foster howls in pain
>then draws her hand back in a fist
>you grit your teeth and wait for the blow
>it comes down hard
>your head snaps to the side, breaking your clamp on her hand
>"Fuck!"
>your head swims as the coyote draws back her fist again
>"You're gonna go to the fucking pens for that you little shit!"
>the second punch doesn't fall
>a black and white blur slams into Foster
>"Hands--off--my--husband!"
>Shelby drives Foster back, the coyote letting go of your collar when Shelby knees her hard in the gut
>Foster gasps and stumbles back
>stunned, she makes a sloppy swipe that doesn't come close to hitting Shelby
>Shelby grabs the arm and kicks out her leg, using the punch's momentum to trip and send the coyote toppling to the ground

>>71004147
>Foster struggles to rise
>but Shelby plants a harsh footpaw down on her back, keeping her pinned to the ground
>you run to her side
>making sure to step around Foster's reach, just in case she tries to grab you again
>you take deep breaths through your nose, heart hammering in your chest from the adrenaline
>Shelby too is panting, open-mouthed
>but smiling viciously as she leans down over Foster
>putting more weight on the coyote's back
>"This is what the OHA and its inspectors are for. We put human abusers in their place."
>the crowd of inspectors and other onlookers parts as a trio of familiar figures break through the crowd
>the chief-inspectors, led by a flabbergasted Aster
>"What in the Chairwoman's name is going on here?"
>Shelby looks up, and to your disappointment, steps off of Foster's back
>but you stay by her side as Foster stands
>"She..."
>Foster coughs and holds her stomach, cringing in pain
>"She attacked me. Her and her husband."
>there are murmurs of agreement from the crowd
>the stoat steps forward
>"I tried to stop them, chief. The collie attacked first."
>Aster glares at Shelby
>who stands with fists balled
>hackles still raised
>"Foster is a human abuser--"
>"That's a lie!"
>Shelby turns to the interrupting coyote and steps toward her
>several inspectors move to intervene before another fight breaks out
>but Shelby stops before they put paws on her
>Aster tries to regain control with an authoritative snap to her voice
>"Inspector Winn!"
>but you can see the way the cheetah eyes the crowd
>she's nervous
>"If you have an accusation to make against a fellow inspector, you bring it before a chief in an official report."
>Shelby shakes with the effort to suppress a growl
>you step forward
"We did! We tried to file one and you told us it would never happen!"
>Foster ignores you
>still staring at Shelby
>"Was there ever a report filed?"
>you can practically see the lines of hatred burning from Shelby's eyes running back to Aster
>"No."

>>71004153
>Aster shrugs
>"Then I can't do anything about it. On the other hand, assaulting an inspector in the middle of a State event is--"
>"I saw her file a report."
>you turn from staring pure vitriol at the chief inspector to the voice volunteering the information
>it's Shay, the red-coated inspector stepping forward with a raised paw and a smirk on her face
>"Just a few days ago, Inspector Winn went into your office to file a complaint about an inspector biting humans. Everyone in the office heard it."
>Aster's tail twitches and she quickly changes tack
>"Well, it was just your word against hers. There wasn't any evidence."
>Foster steps closer to the chiefs and levels a finger at Shelby
>"Exactly! This is all baseless accusation with no real proof!"
>you're sick of this
>of Foster, and Aster, and the other chiefs
>you've already assaulted one of them
>the taste of coyote blood is still in your mouth
>so there's nothing stopping you from going even further
"There's proof."
>Shelby takes your arm
>the expression on her face shows she knows exactly what you're about to do
>but you look her in the eye
"I have to try."
>you repeat her words in a whisper
>and she accepts them with a not
>when your arm is released you step forward
>first you undo your collar and throw it on the the ground
>the name tag clinks on the stone floor
>it feels like a weight off your shoulders
>then you start unbuttoning your shirt
"This is the bite that Inspector Foster gave me on the day she apprehended me."
>pulling the shirt aside you reveal the bite scar on your shoulder
>you feel uncomfortably exposed as the crowd closes in to examine it
>the two other chiefs appraise the wound with widening eyes
>the boar, Lorraine, gasps
>"Jeez louise! Someone mangled the poor kid."
>the rat chief whose name you never learned narrows her eyes
>"Certainly worth looking into."
>she glances toward Foster, her expression stony
>"But intervention from a magistrate might be overkill."

>>71004193
>you find yourself liking the rat less
>and the boar more
>as Lorraine turns on her colleague with a grunt of disapproval
>"He says he got bit. He's got a bite scar. It needs to be investigated, Chou."
>Chou's expression doesn't change, she just nods slowly
>"You are right. Foster is one of my inspectors, so I will gladly appoint--"
>"Like hell!"
>Lorraine bellows, jabbing a meaty finger at Chou
>"Typical big-city move! Assigning one of your own to investigate one of your own."
>a voice cuts through the argument before Chou can respond in turn
>"I volunteer."
>Shay steps out of the crowd with a paw raised
>a wolfish grin showing from under the wide-brimmed hate
>"I'll be glad to look into it."
>Foster looks relieved to be able to retake the initiative
>"Yes. Excellent. Of course, the complaint was made in my district, one of my inspectors will investigate."
>Shay smiles wider
>despite her offer of help you can't help but feel a little unsettled by those big sharp teeth
>but she seems genuine
>and Shelby looks relieved to have Shay on her side
>she nods to the gray wolf
>"Should be easy. Just have to match the scar to any suspect's teeth."
>at the word 'teeth' Shelby glares at Foster
>Foster shakes her head
>"No chance you're getting. I don't have to answer to you or your investigation."
>Chief Chou clears her throat
>"And I'm afraid I'll have to restrict access to my department's records. Until the matter of Inspector Winn's aggression is resolved. For all we know, she may have bitten her own husband."
>Shelby growls at the immovable mouse
>you think she's about to jump at Chou
>but the argument is interrupted by yet another voice from the crowd you recognize
>"Oh! I can help with that! Excuse me. Pardon me. Please could you just--could you let me through?"
>squeezing her way past a wall of gray uniforms is the green-clad figure of Allie
>her wool looks ruffled from the effort of navigating a crowd
>"Whew! Okay. Hi Shelby, and, uh...other inspectors."

>>71004200
>the sheep smiles nervously then clears her throat
>"Okay, so hi. I'm Allie Foreman. I'm Shelby's neighbor and..."
>she hesitates, sweeping her gaze over the crowd that now has all eyes on her
>"Uh. Ahem. So I knew Shelby and Anon and I met them last week when she brought Anon home. Then I made them a quiche and--"
>Shay clears her throat, making the diminutive Allie flinch
>"Maybe speed it up there, Miss Foreman."
>Allie shies away from Shay
>but she bobs her head
>"Right! Right yes. So--I am here representing the Office of Medical Records and Archives. I can give you access to the dental archives of the entire city. Including the x-rays of anyone who's been to a State accredited dentist in the last ten years."
>you blink
>they keep records like that?
>"It would take some searching through but if there's anything that matches Anon's sca--"
>Allie finally looks right at you
>you see her eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she stares at the scar
>"aaaar..."
>the sheep sways on her feet
>somehow managing to look green
>you quickly cover up your shoulder
>Shay takes Allie's arm
>"Well that's perfect! Thank you for being so civic-minded. I'll surely be in contact in the next couple days."
>Shay leads the wilting sheep to an unoccupied chair where she folds over against the table
>Shay turns back to the onlookers
>"There. The matter is settled pending a full investigation. We can all go back to enjoying our evening."
>there's a general murmur of assent
>most of the crowd starts to shuffle away
>you're relieved, for the most part
>would have been nice to see Foster led away in cuffs, but by the sound of things it'll be happening sooner rather than never
"So we can trust Shay, huh?"
>Shelby keeps her eyes on Foster, but she nods her head
>"Shay is unorthodox, but I trust her to do the right thing."
>Shay bounds back to your side with an easy grin on her muzzle
>"I think that's the nicest thing you've said about me, Shelby. Don't worry, you're in good paws."

>>71004255
>"I wouldn't be so sure."
>Chou clears her throat, reminding you of the chief inspectors' presence
>"As there is still the matter of the attack on one of my inspectors."
>all eyes round on the rat
>Shelby and yours in anger
>Foster in relief
>Aster and Lorraine in surprise
>"Anon Winn. You are charged with aggravated assault of a State official, resisting apprehension, public disharmony, and two charges of slanderous speech against the State. Inspectors, if you would."
>at her signal, two of the gray uniforms step forward
>the stoat from before is one of them
>she grabs your wrist and twists it, forcing you to turn
>the other, a hyena, bars Shelby before she can react
>"Don't you dare--"
>Chou shows expression for the first time in the night
>a small, triumphant smile
>that sours when a new paw grabs your restrained wrists
>"I have him, thank you.."
>your rescuer, to your surprise, is Chief Aster
>"Anon will be taken into custody. In my department. Inspector Winn, you are suspended until the conclusion of this investigation."
>it looks like Chou is about to argue
>but Shelby has already made it past the Hyena and is one step from reaching Chou
>and Lorraine isn't looking very happy about Chou's ploy either
>so with a snap of her fingers she hastily withdraws
>her inspectors, Foster included, go with her
>Shelby is by your side
>"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"
>you shake your head
>your wrist and shoulders hurt a little, but you've had much worse apprehensions
>and Aster is holding your wrists together with a light grip
>you wish she'd let go so you could hug Shelby
"I'm okay. You?"
>Shelby breaths out a sigh of relief
>"I was about to pull that rat's tail off. But I'm okay now. Thank you, Chief Inspector. I'm going to take Anon home now."
>Aster shakes her head
>"I can't let you do that."
>you turn your head to look at Aster
>she looks genuinely aggrieved
>"She's brought genuine charges against Anon. We have to take him in."

>>71004270
>Shelby growls at Aster
>Shay too looks upset at the development
>"Haven't they been through enough already?"
>Aster just shrugs and gently pushes you toward the exit once again
>"I'm doing all I can this time. Really. He'll be safe at the OHA Office."
>you can see Shelby tensing
>like she did before jumping at Foster
>you just shake your head
"I'll be okay, Shelby. We--We can't fight the whole State all at once."
>Shelby bares her fangs and raises her hackles
>her ears are pointed forward right at Aster
>Aster releases your wrists
>and then Shay puts a paw on Shelby's shoulder
>and Shelby deflates
>tail drooping, eyes falling to the floor
>a whine escaping from her clenched teeth
>"If you want to say goodnight..."
>the cheetah steps aside, and Shelby steps forward
>wrapping you in a hug
>she whines
>tears flowing down her cheeks
>you hug her as hard as you can
>you don't care how scratchy her uniform is
>you just want to feel her warmth underneath
>"I love you, Anon."
>she whispers in your ear
>you mumble into her chest
"I love you too, Shelby."
>you do your best to memorize the feel of her
>the way her arms go around your chest
>the rise and fall of her chest
>the brush of her breath in your hair
>just in case you never feel it again
>after not nearly enough time you feel a paw on your shoulder
>"It's time to go."
>Shelby squeezes you tighter
>then lets you go
>it hurts
>"I'll do everything I can for him."
>Aster promises as she starts leading you away without bothering to take your wrists
>Shelby looks up to her, a little menace in her expression once again
>"You'd better."
>Shay puts her paw on Shelby's back consolingly
>and she nods to you
>"I'm gonna get that bitch. Don't you worry. I'll start working on this tonight."
>Shelby stares at you, tears brimming in her eyes
>that's the last you see of Shay and Shelby before they're lost in the crowd
>Aster taking you out in to the cold night

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>>71004284
>you're put in the back of an all-black vehicle more resembling a tank than a car
>the seats are soft leather
>Aster is silent the whole drive, save a warning to buckle up when you climb in
>the drive passes in a numb blur
>and the OHA office is empty and dark when you arrive
>Aster leads you in, unlocking the front door, and the door to the stairwell, and finally the door to the holding cell
>it's as bare as the cell you slept in under Foster's custody
>the uncovered cot still as cold and hard as any other
>still better than the one in the home
>Aster looks at you from outside the cell with a frown on her muzzle
>then she marches off
>leaving you alone in the cold and dark
>you lay down, draw your arms around yourself, and close your eyes

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>>71004305
STORYxUPDATE
>Shelby Ch. 14
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36680239/chapters/155136733

Whew! I take too long with these. It really is the case that I write the vast majority of these updates within a week of posting them. I just get so worked up about having the exact right plot and sequence of events that I sort of corpse it until something breaks me out of my slump. In any case, action, excitement, cameo characters! This chapter has it all! As always, I hope you enjoyed!

>>71004397
Oh fuck, the king returns.

>>71004562
Ahh fuck, that was accidental.
New update some time Friday.

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Goddamn, yt-dlp is actually based af to use once you can find a good, pre-built command line to copy for your needs
I have to manually create folders (for now) so far, but damn this shit works fast and downloads the actual 'best quality' per vid instead of just artificially resizing all of them to the same format like other programs/sites.
58 vids in less than 10 minutes, I might have to do-over some of my old archives with this

Also
>Next to no good Firefox waifur pics
What the fuck furfags, how have you failed me like this

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this was kat before she evolved

>>71004397
Fuck, that was intense. Didn't think Shelby had it in her to dropkick Foster.

>>71004397
Yay! More Shelb! Just what I needed! And that rotten Bitch Foster got what she deserves! And Inspector Shay was there too! Thank you so much Spaceface!

>>71000550
>>71004397
Statechads eating good tonight. Was really looking forward for more My Life.

>like clockwork as soon as people start praising OC

>Everyone who likes facesitting is the same person.

>>71000550
Nice, I've been waiting for another chapter! Welcome back.

>>70990123
obsessed loser.

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>Be police officer in Los Angeles
>Get sent on routine patrol around the city
>Suddenly, get reports on a possible robbery in progress
>Respond, rush to the scene
>Go in, no gun because of new regulations
>Suddenly knocked off my feet
>Look up
>Surrounded by pic related

Wat do?

>>71005668
Lel
She was only fed protein since she was a little eevee

>>71010330
Not anthro

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>>71010419
yea it is.

>>71000550
now this is what i like to see!

There's a new story which I really liked.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60751372

You might like it too.

>>70988915
Classic tale

>>71010828
couple of quick issues scanning though it
>the cyberpunk setting already has anthros called "exotics" or exotic mods that people can get to make themselves anthro looking and/or having animal abilities
>the shadowrun setting exists if you want cyberpunk with magic and fantasy elements like dragons, elves, orcs, etc

>>71011353
I wouldn't call those issues, they say nothing about the quality of the work, merely that it isn't using existing IPs

>tags: HMOMA
>tags on other works: Underage Sex
please leave

>>71011509
no, let them stay, they're onto something

>>71012494
Kangaroos are great dommes. Strong legs and natural tomboys.

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We need more /ss/

>>71015039
>We
Fuck off and sound yourself with a drill.

>>71015099
But I want to be the boy.What am I supposed to do then?

>>71015039
na

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Yes. We need more. Pokemon is great material for /ss/, by the way

>>71014815
I want her to treat me mean while I worship her.

>>71016499
>>71015039
>>71015179

Checkout cybFURpunk displaced

>>71011353
I know about the exotics. While they are pretty cool, at the end of the day aren't they just still baseline humans? Not really anthro in my books.

>>71018164
Megalodon mommy

>>71018164
Big

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Bugs?

>>71010168
Get raped

>>71016499
>/ss/
>This pic
Fake shota fan spotted right off the bat

>>71015039
this is /adhg/. we fuck anthro women here.
please return to your /b/ gay shota containment thread

>>71010168
>police officer in LA
>wat do?
kneel and wait for the rest of the defunded police to arrive.

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>>71018985

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>>71010168

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>>71020712
bugs.

>>71024161
Booba

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What if we, as big brained simians accepted the fact that pseudopeens are clits and not dicks?
And what if we, as incredible masters of this Earth and our own morality, accepted that as a clit it's not gay or hfur to be pegged by one?

>>71027297
what if you kill yourself for the betterment of this thread
you should do so now

>>71027297
I'm already there.

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>>71004397
LET'S GO PEAK IS BAAAAACK!

I can't compete with peak, but I have my own little story that I'd like to share with you now. Please enjoy, if you can.

>Lotte, like most mornings, wakes up before you do.
>Last night was...different, so you were both in bed even earlier than normal.
>She let you hold her last night. You took a chance and wrapped your arm around her chest.
>She didn't push you away or grumble. In fact, she fell asleep when she felt your body against hers.
>Unlike most mornings, Lotte preemptively clicks the alarm off. She moves to climb out of bed, and is genuinely confused when she sees your hand holding her.
>She hesitates for a moment before taking great care to slip quietly out of your grasp.
>The gesture makes you feel gooey inside.
>Unknown to Lotte, you woke up just a moment after her. After all these weeks, that damn alarm clock has you trained to wake up on instinct.
>She creeps out of the room once she's wiggled out from under you and, naked as the day she was born, reaches for the kitchen telephone.
>Your wife is formal as ever, even now, and stands at parade rest when whoever she's calling picks up.
>"Good morning ma'am. I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but my uniform was ruined last night during the attack. Permission to stand watch in PT gear?"
>...
>"Bloodstains, ma'am. My backup is still being laundered."
>...
>"There...no ma'am. There was no incident. I was in full control of myself."
>...
>...
>"He...yes, that is correct. My husband directed Major Charles's emergency treatment after Corpswoman Van Reuters's unfortunate fatality."
>"That-, That's a personal matter, ma'am."
>...
>"A great honor, ma'am. He'll be happy to hear it."
>...
>Lotte pulls the phone away from her face and groans irritably.
>"That's not necessary ma'am. I'm fit for duty."
>"Again, that's a personal matter."
>...
>"Is that an order?"
>...
>"Understood. I'll see you tomorrow."
>Lotte quietly hangs up the phone.

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>>71029058
>Eyes closed, you feel her slip back under the covers. A moment later you feel her lips against yours.
>It's a hesitant kiss, very much unlike your wife, but far more genuinely affectionate than the ceremonial kisses she's given in the past.
>Her lips linger just out of reach, and her warm breath spills over your face as she speaks.
>"Dearest...are you awake?"
>"Yeah..."
>Lotte's arms wrap around you, and you're pulled into an embrace. Her chin rests gently against your head, and your vision is clouded by a face full of bunny fluff.
>Part of you is immediately aroused knowing that your wife's nipples are so close.
>"You... love me." She whispers, as if trying the concept on for size.
>"I do..." You whisper back.
>A moment of hesitation passes.
>A set of lips touches your forehead. "Good boy."
>'Her good boy,' you think, and your heart flutters. It feels so *right* to be called that, and to make her proud of you.
>The excitement in your heart explodes outward, and you quickly produce for her an eager and twitching erection.
>Lotte's response is wordless as she traces circles across your length with a finger.
>"Mine..." She whispers.
>You thrust against her longingly.
>"Please, please mommy...I want to put it inside."
>This is the worst thing you could have said.
>Lotte's tone changes immediately, and her hand jerks away from you.
>"No." She states flatly. "There is no room for discussion in this matter."
>Lotte's usual frown returns to her face, and your heart sinks like a stone.
>What...God, what's going on!? You broke through to her!
>You spent the evening in each other's embrace and opened your heart to her!
>Last night, as you held her in your arms and washed the blood from her hair, it seemed like everything was going to finally be different.
>It takes real willpower not to moan pitifully.
>"I require something of you."
>Captain Obmeyer stands out of bed. "Wait here." She orders.

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>>71029133
>Your wife departs for the bathroom and you wrap yourself in her heavy blankets.
>They smell just like her. Even the plain, boring soap she uses is giving you heart ache.
>You close your eyes, shut the world out around you, and go away inside.
>Forget Lotte
>Forget the heartache
>Forget your responsibilities, for just a moment.
>Put your troubles behind the wall.
>...
>You feel a hand on your shoulders and awaken.
>CPT Obmeyer is there in her PT gear and holding a plastic cup.
>"Ejaculate into this."

>Well, that was impersonal.
>Lotte just kind of stood there as you jerked off. You knew she wouldn't let you touch her so long as she was in *a* uniform, so the process was frustratingly slow.
>You had to reopen thoughts of your wife's body from behind the wall to finish, which immediately bummed you the hell out.
>She screws the cap on tight and seals it with a label containing your personal information.
>"Thank you, husband, for fulfilling your duty. Regulations require us to keep a sample on ice at all times in the event of tragedy."
>Of course. And here you were hoping it was some kind of fetish thing.
>"I was...unsure how to collect."
>Could've touched you, for one.
>You give a heavy sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.
>To your surprise, Lotte takes a seat next to you. Soft lips touch your cheek.
>"You never cease to impress, Dearest."
>And suddenly you're in love all over again.

----------
>You shower, dress, and cook breakfast while Lotte sits on the windowsill and smokes her morning cigarette.
>"Major Charles told Colonel Honore about yesterday's events. She has recommended you for The Iron Wreath."
>She sniffs. "Additionally, I was instructed to be careful whose daughters I lecture in proper respect."
>You pull the eggs off the stove and look at her in disbelief. "An award?"
>"Indeed."
>"Not a Brass Wreath? An iron one?!"
>"Correct. An Iron Wreath for Meritorious Service."

>>71029160
>You must be beaming right now, because Lotte gives you the smallest of smiles before turning away.
>She takes a drag of her cigarette and blows smoke into the bitter morning wind, her shoulder length hair waving gently in the breeze.
>"You left a positive impression on everyone involved. The decision has already been approved and routed. The pinning ceremony is in two days time."
>Lotte crushes the butt of her cigarette and flicks it into her little container. "I suspect they want photos for the month's army newsprint."
>Oh. So it's a propaganda thing.
>"Pointless," your wife says with annoyance. "Putting MY HUSBAND in front of every horny boot at basic and every shameless pervert like Goll..."
>She sighs, and looks at you. "Still, it serves a purpose, and your award was rightly earned."
>You turn back to the eggs.
>"As an aside, I have been given mandatory leave," she mutters.
>"Completely unnecessary and an irritant, but the CO is sentimental. I am to look after your wellbeing following yesterday's ordeal."
>You finish plating Lotte's eggs, stick a chunk of butter on her warm toast, and arrange the bacon in an aesthetically pleasing manner.
>Because of course you do. Cooking is an art!
>Lotte climbs out of the window and meets you at the table. You finish plating your own breakfast, and sit together like a real couple for once.
>"This is nice." You say.
>"Indeed. Sunnyside up eggs are difficult to make. You and *Madder* are the only ones to have ever cooked them correctly."
>"Oh? What's she like?" You ask idly.
>Lotte stops with a fork full of egg hovering just outside her mouth. She blinks in incomprehension for a moment before her expression hardens into iron.
>Oh fuck...
>Captain Obmeyer's fork returns to the table, her frown deepens, and her gaze fixes unmovingly on you.
>"I am going to forgive you this time, husband, as you asked in ignorance and I misspoke," she says, slowly leaning forward in a manner somehow both subdued and intimidating.

>>71029187
>"Do not, however, mistake my clemency for candor. You will never speak of what you just heard, and you will never, EVER ask about this topic again. Am I understood?"
>Your heart drops for the second time in the same morning, and you swallow fearfully.
>"Yes ma'am."
>"Good," she says, and returns to her breakfast as if nothing happened.
>"Finish up," she says, a piece of toast by her mouth, "we have tasks to complete today."

-----------

>For once in your relationship, it's your turn to give Lotte some clothes.
>With her greatcoat out of action and backup at the cleaners, you take the liberty of attending your wife with your father's old bomber jacket.
>It fits her very well, even if the sleeves are a tad short, and it's no problem a pair of gloves won't fix.
>You, meanwhile, have the pleasure of wearing the heavy black coat Lotte bought for you last week.
>Knowing what you know now, it puts the gesture into an entirely new light.
>Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you notice it looks quite a bit like her greatcoat.
>...come to think of it, the shirt and pants she bought you look a hell of a lot like her PT gear. Black pants, gray shirt, black boots...
>You wonder if this is subconscious, or a deliberate effort to dress you "in uniform."
>Beside this thought, you and Lotte spend the rest of the day in a confusing mire of emotion.
>You broke through to her. In a little way, but a major way to your relationship.
>Lotte kissed you, genuinely and of her own free will, and treated you like she cares for a change.
>You try to suppress the excitement in your heart.
>She called you her "Dearest..."
>Still, she threw you off of her when you asked for sex.
>You told her you love her, and she side-stepped saying it back.
>If it came right down to it, Lotte would pick her duty and the State over you every time.
>And then she froze your spunk in a cup. No clue how to interpret that one.

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>>71029217
>You're standing outside of the base clinic, listening uncomfortably to Lotte shouting at some poor receptionist.
>Your leash has been tied to a metal ring on the wall, which you suspect was installed for this very purpose.
>Going away inside seems like an attractive option until you feel someone tugging on your sleeve.
>You look down.
>Big brown eyes and an adorable smile look back up at you.
>"Beckett?"
>"Pavel!~" the little bunny shouts cheerfully, wrapping your midsection in a hug. "I heard the news! I'm so proud of you little brother!"
>She pulls back and those big eyes shimmer at you. "You're getting an Iron Wreath, that's a big deal! Some girls go their whole career without getting a *Brass* Wreath!"
>You can't help but smile back. Talking with Beckett when she's happy is like talking to a magical stuffed animal in a story book.
>"I'm sure *someone* sung my praises in the office."
>"I wonder who~" She sing-songs.
>"Did cleanup go okay, Pavel?"
>"Well enough."
>"How'd Lotte sleep?"
>"Like a brick. So, the usual."
>"'The usual!'" Beckett says, clapping her hands excitedly. "Gosh, that change never fails to impress. Did she thank you?"
>"... In a way."
>"Did she hold you?"
>"Surprisingly, yes."
>"Did she," Beckett lightly gasps, "real-kiss you?"
>A lot more than that...
>You cheekily look up and away from Beckett.
>"My wife says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers when I'm on the leash," you say like an innocent child.
>The bunny takes your hands into hers and draws your gaze.
>"Do you see what I meant now? Lotte's got a deep inner life. She's complex! If you just do what you're told and pay attention, you see she's a really caring person. I'm so glad to see my best friend looking so happy."
>You laugh uncomfortably when you hear Lotte hurl something expensive at an irate orderly.
>Best friend, huh? Your wife doesn't seem the kind to even want friends.

>>71029242
>For her, the world seems to be made up of colleagues, subordinates, and roadblocks to power.
>Where the hell do you even fit into that?
>And HAPPY? Lotte's mood doesn't work that way.
>Your heart sinks at the thought of all this, and you try to stop yourself from becoming depressed again.
>'Maybe she'll want to cuddle again tonight...'
>Beckett reads your expression, reaches up, and boops you on the nose. "Name a daughter after me, okay?"
>You laugh. "I would, if anyone ever told me your first name."
>"My friends call me BB!"
>"But what's your name?"
>"You already know it, silly!"
>You fold your arms. "That's a bit cryptic, don't you think?"
>Beckett giggles. "The hard part's over now. Try asking for some more books. I bet Lotte says yes."
>Your wife comes stomping out of the clinic, looking like some wiseass recruit called her 'sir' today.
>"Husband! The *kwaks* demand your signature on my sample." She shouts, seething at the indignity of having to talk to mere medics.
>She takes you by the hand and pulls you into the office without even a nod to her self-proclaimed best friend.
>Beckett takes it in stride and waves as you go.

>It's time for the dry cleaners next. As luck would have it, Lotte's spare uniform is ready early. Then it's off to the commissary.
>Lotte buys you a pair of formal black pants and a gray shirt for the pinning tomorrow. They're both women's cut, but that's what you can find on short notice this far from civilization.
>Half your closet is cut for women.
>A small bookshelf of Inspectorate-approved literature sits in the corner, and you bite your lip.
>"Excuse me Lotte, could I get a book?"
>Your wife's eyes widen in surprise, and her frown disappears for once.
>Striding up to shelves, it takes her a good 20 minutes to read each title, their forwards, their Inspectorate Rating, and the first few pages.
>"Take two and no more."

---------------

>>71029268
>You spent the evening after dinner reading a heavily annotated book called *For Whom The Bell Tolls.*
>Its official summary warns prospective readers that "this work has been reprinted due to its cultural and historical significance, per the First Chairwoman's call for us to honor the traditions of our husbands."
>"Though its subject matter is intense and of a rebellious tone, it is also educational in its depiction of the inherent instability of a male-dominated world."
>"Inspectorate Rating: C. Not suitable for children or impressionable males."
>You made decent progress before Lotte called you to bed.
>She took your hand and placed it on her chest when the lights went out.
>You were so touched you pulled her into an embrace despite your own trepidation.
>She didn't resist.
>"Good night, Dearest."

>The next morning, and the one after that, are the same as always in your home, though with a certain element of breeziness that wasn't there before.
>On the day of the ceremony the food comes out perfect, you blouse Lotte's boots with ease, and there's enough warm water for you to get a shower in before it's gone for the day.
>Your wife takes her hat, says farewell, and steps out the door before stopping in her tracks as if she'd forgotten something.
>She turns around, takes you by the chin, and gently kissed you.
>"I...will be back at 1200 to collect you for the 1300 pinning ceremony."
>Lotte is back before it feels like you've even blinked. Time flies when you've got a good book.
>The leash clicks on, and you're led to another office in a Before-time building some distance from the Central Administration Building.
>Your wife ties you to another ring on the wall, this time in a waiting room, and orders you to wait to be summoned.
>You were able to get a cup of water from the fountain before she left though, which is nice. This is already better than the last time you were leashed up.

>>71029297
>A polite calico in a green uniform like Beckett's and a camera sitting in her lap waves cordially to you.
>She tries to strike up a conversation, but nods respectfully when you point silently to the leash.
>At 1245 hours a new anthro enters the room from behind a locked door in the middle of the waiting room.
>You fail to notice immediately, and she apparently takes this as an insult.
>It's impossible to mistake who she is when she takes up your leash and gags you without warning.
>You claw at your collar, trying to get any extra breathing space, and go still when you recognize the perpetrator.
>Inspector Goll is twirling your leash around her finger, and has her shirt unbuttoned.
>"Hey there cutiepie.~" The heifer says, resting her milk tanks on the armrest. "Whatcha lookin' at?~ See somethin' you like?~"
>You snap your head away from Goll, cheeks pink, and search for help.
>Lotte? Beckett?? You'll take CPT Washington at this point. Someone please, you can't be alone with this woman!
>The calico with the camera is standing up from her seat and preparing to make a hasty exit.
>By some miracle, you manage to catch her eyes and silently cry for help.
>'Please,' your expression screams, 'Don't leave me alone with her!'
>The calico bites her lip and flicks her eyes guiltily towards the hallway.
>'Please...!'
>Doreen's smile droops into an unamused frown, and she yanks your leash again, hard.
>"It's rude to ignore someone when they're talking to you, Pavel. We're going to have to work on that if you're ever going to make a good husband."
>The housecat meets your gaze, adjusts her camera strap... and sits back down.
>Thank you, stranger...
>Inspector Goll, frustrated, huffs, and gives "MC2 Farshaw" a mean look.
>"Pooh..." She grumbles childishly, then changes tactics.
>The heifer takes the end of your leash, and slides it between her cleavage and down her shirt.
>Her hand touches your thigh seductively, and she leans further in.

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>>71029297
>She appears to have worn a push up bra for the occasion, and makes damn sure you see the edges of it.
>"That's okay though, because there's going to be plenty of time for that!~ I've finally got you all to myself, and I have *so many* questions I want to ask.~ Lottie-Dottie never tells me anything about you, and I'm supposed to be your first advocate!~"
>She reaches a hand between her tits. "Which reminds me, I have something special for you. I was worried there might be some *unlawful retaliation* in the home if Lotte saw me giving this to you, so I'm going give it to you now."
>Inspector Goll, after a good bit of unnecessary searching and a fair bit of jiggling, presents an official looking business card for the "Official Army Husband Self-Advocacy Line" from her bra.
>To your immense discomfort and unhappy arousal, the card smells strongly of *girl.* Doreen flips the card around before she hands it to you, revealing a personal phone number and a heart scratched into the back.
>"I'm more than ready to pick up the phone if you feel the desire to start *proceedings* early.~" Inspector Goll says with a wink. "Healthy boys like you shouldn't be trapped in loveless homes with annoying little nits like Obmeyer.~"
>She picks up your cup. "Thirsty?"
>You shake your head anxiously.
>"Well, I am."
>She tucks the card into your front pocket and kisses your cheek. "I'm here when you're ready for me precious. It's okay!~ We're going to get to know each other so well.~"
>This up close and personal you notice every one of the heifer's imperfections, from the stale scent of alcohol on her breath to the literal paint she seems to have brushed over her crow's feet.
>MC2 Farshaw comes to your rescue.
>"WELP!" the cat shouts, standing up suddenly, "Time for the ceremony! I-Inspector Goll Ma'am, I'll be needing the leash. I'm supposed to take him in at 1250 hours."
>There's a moment of uncomfortable silence as your so-called advocate tries to come up with an excuse.

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>>71029392
>"He's mine, thank you very much. You can run along though, little boot. I'll bring him when I'm ready."
>"No can do ma'am," the cat squeaks, failing to sound casual. "Major's own orders. He's a very special guy today, -haha-, and we need to get there early to set up the lighting."
>Inspector Goll sneers, buttons her red-fringed uniform, and tosses the leash disrespectfully onto the floor. "Here, kitty-kitty. Try not to use him as a scratching post."
>MC2 Farshaw picks up the leash without another word, opens the middle door, and leads you down the hallway without stopping to look back.
>"I am so, SO sorry that just happened to you, Mr. Obmeyer! Even I know she has a reputation. I'll totally cover for you, but first we need to find the Captain."
>Speak of the devil, and your salvation, and she will appear. MC2 Farshaw runs right into your wife after rounding the very first corner.
>Lotte's look turns from annoyance, to curiosity, to intense anger in the span of half a second, all filtered through her reserved expressions.
>"MC2 Farshaw, Why. Do you. Have. My. Husband?" She asks, ice and hate dripping from her voice.
>Lotte's hand grips the side of her greatcoat tightly, just above where you know for a fact she holsters her handgun. "Pick your next words carefully."
>"I-Inspector Goll! SHE WAS DOING THE THING! I was scared for him!" The poor innocent cat wails. "She was being *super rape-y!*"
>Lotte's red eyes narrow, and she looks at you suspiciously. "Is this true, husband?"
>You nod enthusiastically. Lotte's military bearing returns to her immediately, and she calmly takes your leash.
>"Thank you, MC2, for your honorable conduct. This misunderstanding was unfortunate, and though not an official part of your duties, The State expects all of her uniformed servants to defend our most precious resource from abuse."
>Your wife raises her ears and moves to look down the corridor you came from.

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>"Even from those in uniform who abuse their authority. I will remember your integrity during evaluation season."
>Lotte turns without another word and tugs your leash. "Come Pavel, the ceremony is this way."
>You hear the telltale sound of Inspector Goll's high heeled boots around the corner, and reach for your wife.

>>70986291
STORYxUPDATE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60596458/chapters/155201734#workskin

CPT Obmeyer, or How I Learned To Stop Struggling And Love The Anthrostate
CH 5: Keep Talking

>>71029458
As far as im concerned this is peak
good work

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>>71020712
Love bug

>>71029458
The cow needs to die. Or let me suck them things.

>>71030091
>*blows smoke*
>"Pathetic"

>>71032633
I need her to pick up my small frame, stuff me into her clothing, and trap me in there as she goes about her day.

>>71029458
Neat! It's really interesting to see the setting's early days! Obmeyer is a terror but in a really good way, while Goll is basically everything wrong with Inspectors. Keep up the good work and I'm glad you're enjoying Shelby!
>>71000550
And good to see more anthrostate stuff in general! I need to get caught up but I'm really enjoying this one.

>>71029458
I love this, keep making more of this story, because its kino.

>>71034169
Holy fucking unf.

>>71018164
I love sharks

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>>70989780
Source?

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>>71029392
I want titcow is to cuck obmeyer