My breath came hot and heavy, my shoes padding against the cement below me and the sound of my own heart beat were almost deafening to me. Not nearly as deafening as the sound of the police drone flying overhead. I knew I had no chance of actually getting away from the Tackle not with their drones but a man could try right? Plus, I could see the wall of Glendale just ahead of me. Once I passed over the wall Tackle had no rights to arrest me in Grac jurisdiction.

I vaulted over a trash can in my path and rolled to keep my momentum even as I stumbled and fell. Losing a little bit of my precious lead. I couldn’t hear the boots following me anymore so I stole a glance over my shoulder eyes scanning the gloom for the Tackle cop that had chased me through the maze of alley ways of The Wedge. Which was probably my worst mistake. I slowed down too much, and was tackled from above, the massive stallion falling on top of me his weight knocking the breath from my lungs, pain flared in my right shoulder and hip, my head smacked the filthy concrete with a thud and the world around me spun and went black. When I finally regained my senses, I’d been handcuffed and thrown over someone’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

My eyes worked their way down as I took in the black-gray uniform of a Tackle cop from behind. His tail was neatly braided, his ass firm, his legs bulged the nearly skin tight uniform pants he wore. His hooves protected from the filth and grim of the street by a pair of hoof-boots that were shined so carefully they seemed to have their own luminescence.

“This is Unit 1018. Cancel that APB. Subject vaulted the wall into G-R-A-C-P territory. Pretty sure that unlicensed prostitute won’t be back for a few days.” The stallion grunted as he lifted me a little higher to keep me steady on his shoulder as he spoke. Since I didn’t hear a response, this guy probably had a good comm-plug. I groaned loudly as a spike of pain shot through my shoulder and hip from the sudden jostle, which was another mistake on my part as soon as I groaned the massive stallion dropped me from his shoulder on to the ground, sending yet another spike of pain through my shoulder drawing out a loud “Fuck!”

When I hit the ground, I looked up into the eyes of the cop above me, an evil grin spreading across his face. He grabbed me again, this time lifting me up using my cuffed hands as leverage causing even more pain as my shoulder was roughly twisted. The pain making me comply quickly with his unspoken demand for me to stand. I wobbled on unsteady footing as the cop forced me to march forward. I could see his cruiser just ahead of me, the sleek black and gray car a match for his uniform. But I didn’t have much time to appreciate how much money his department spent on cars as I was roughly thrown against the hood of his cruiser. One of the stallion’s massive hands on my back holding me down so that I was bent over the hood of his cruiser.

There was a moment when I thought he was going to uncuff me but I didn’t expect him to grab the waistband of my pants and roughly rip them off of me the fabric tearing like tissue under the large stallion’s hands. “Fuck!” I grunted. “Those cost me money you know! Bastard.” I barked at the cop, and the response I got was for the man to spin me around, on to my back, his other hand easily sweeping me off my feet and spinning me around so I was looking right into his mirrored sunglasses. There was a cocky smirk on his face as a little light on his cheek under his right eye came to life. “Tolgar Cent-Com. This is Unit 1018, logging out for the night. Auth 2-1-9-9-8-Zeta. Yup, thanks dispatch. Gonna catch some shut eye.”

The light under his eye winked out and he pulled the mirrored sun glasses off still using one hand to hold me in place. His honey-colored eyes were filled with malice as he man handled using his superior strength and position to lift me, the back door of his cruiser opened and he easily tossed me feet first onto my back on the hard plastic back seat. My head was hanging off the edge of the seat, my eyes level with his crotch. I gulped, knowing what was coming.

The massive stallion pulled off his duty belt and tossed it in the front seat of his cruiser, I watched shaking with fear as he pulled down his zipper, the pretty impressive bulge opening to expose his massive equine cock dripping with pre already, then his thick musk hit me. He gave his massive cock a few pumps before pushing it against my muzzle. “Come on little fox, open up. If you bite, I’ll make sure no one can identify you.” His voice dripped with saccharin laced venom. I growled in defiance refusing to open my mouth. I wasn’t going to give this bastard what he wanted. I didn’t expect the instant and violent response, his fist coming down and hitting me hard enough in the stomach to knock the wind out of me again.

The result was just what he wanted, I opened my maw to suck in a lung full of air only to have him shove his fat horse cock almost halfway down my throat with one hard push. He was still only half hard but more than a mouthful for me. I gagged and choked. I could feel it in my throat pushing my limits already. I’d taken some big guys in my time but this guy was probably the biggest! I could feel his pre fill my throat and run back down to my mouth and out around my snout there was so much of it and the taste was unpleasant. After a couple seconds to let me adjust he began to thrust, his semi-hard cock getting harder and harder with each and every thrust, I continued to gag even as he grunted and panted with pleasure. Throat slime dripping down my face as he slammed my face his balls smacking me on the forehead.

I sucked in breath as he pulled out, his cock was so heavy that even as erect as he was it still fell under its own weight and slapped his thigh. The massive horse cop grabbed me by my throat and pulled me out of his cruiser, he grappled me and easily tossed me again onto the hood of his cruiser. I was so oxygen deprived at this point I couldn’t fight back so it only took one hand to hold me in place as he used his other hand to align his cock with my hole.

I gasped and nearly screamed as that blunt horse cock battered at my tail hole. I might have been experienced but this fucker was still big and horses never made the most gentle entry. I could feel the second he leaned over me. His armored chest pressing against my back. “Push out fox or this is going to be the worst fuck you’ve ever had.” I took a deep breath as his cock persisted and I pushed out trying to open my hole enough to take hi- I screamed into the hood of his cruiser as the horse filled me with his cock in one single thrust I could feel his balls against my own. “Good bitch.” He hissed into my ear. “I knew you could take me. The second I laid eyes on you I knew you were an experienced faggot.” His voice raspy in my ear as he thrusted into me pounding away at my hole without any care for my comfort or pleasure. Even with the pain in my ass my own cock was still dripping, oozing precum against the paint of the cruiser. “I’m getting close faggot, get ready to take my nut sludge.” I could feel his thrusts gaining in intensity as he pounded harder into me now, his hips smacking against my ass audibly as he snorted and whinnied. Then with one final incredibly hard thrust he slammed my head against the cruiser, and before the accumulated stress and pain could cause me to black out I could feel his cock throbbing, his hot cum filling my ass. The world around me turned black.

I gasped and sat up straight, I checked over my self. Hands patting down my body, sure my head, shoulder, and hip was a bit sore and my ass ached from being over stretched but otherwise I seemed to be in good condition. I noticed I was wearing a pair of cheap paper shorts, the kind you could get out of a vending machine, and in one of the pockets was a wad of certs, the illegal paper currency. There was a message waiting for me I flicked it open and a voice message played. “Hey slut,” it was the voice of the cop from earlier, “be happy I paid you this time and got you something to wear. Look fag, I dropped you off in Bright Alley just on the other side of the border. If you ever wanna hook up again you can find my number attached. Oh yeah. Don’t let me see you whoring without a license on my beat again or I’ll fuck you up worse next time.” I growled as I stood up emerging from behind a dumpster and checked the time and began making my slow way back home.