Training for Breaking and 'Entering' - RPLOG
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Saturday July 13, 2019=Log=
The abandoned house had been moderately renovated, enough to serve for what Sasha's department wanted. The slightly bloated and HEAVILY sloshing jackal taps a paw against the street as she waits for the recruits, agents, and anyone needing the refresher course to show up. She didn't have her rifle on her, but she did have her side arm, a very powerful laser pistol. Her uniform is absolutely soaked through her milk and cunt juice, betraying her body's reactions despite Bast's magic helping her keep all any excessive carnal needs clear from her mind. She looks to the beaver beside her, "Detective Biggs, thank you for coming here," then to a human just past the beaver, "you too Sergant Wedge." The pair give a bit of a nod, "No problem Captain, happy to help with training." Says Wedge, Biggs looking at the two story home again, "Just tell them to go easy ma'am." He says then watching the clouds floating by.
Lucas got the call on his comm about a training exercise, getting over to the scene as swiftly as he could, making sure his armband was on securely, or at least, as securely as it could be. He didn't need Lap coming out to play while he was on official duty as Sasha's second-in-command
He arrived shortly after the two other sergeants and Sasha, his growing belly making it a little difficult to walk, belly rounded enough that itl ooked like he was in his third trimester. "Sorry for being a little late Captain, I have little excuse other than my belly getting in the way," he said, trying to ignore the obvious sign of wetness drooling into the crotch of his bike shorts.
For one fennec fox it would be a time like any other, to bask in the chaos of the post-apocalyptic den of depravity Fairhaven had always been. He'd not seen that much excitement as of late, a calm existence tempered by consistent encounters with those he would call mates, flings or just friends with benefits. He'd been a lewd little fox, often wearing a different body as demanded, but the big-eared vulpine loved his small, nimble frame above any other. Once the call comes in, he'd flit the lid of comm unit and examine the text on there. "Really?" his brows rise, and then so do his shoulders.
With a wide stride and a smile on his face he'd saunter over towards the crime scene, looking to see who he'd meet and what the local gangs have been up to. Probably some petty thug out to snag some easy creds. Nothing out of the ordinary. The fennec was wearing a soose white shirt and black cargo pants, his arsenal primarily concealed underneath, with the only visible things on his body being a peculiar rifle slung across his back, and a flintlock blunderbuss pistol on his right hip. Maybe he had other weapons, maybe he didn't. T'was better if his enemies didn't know.
"Hello hello!" a voice rings out as he nears the group on the street. Flashing the officers a smile, Magnus wags his tail and crosses his arms. "Kinda weird that you folks would up and just announce this... but if you need a sharp nose or pair of eyes, I'd like to take a crack at this!" the fox nods. "You with the local law enforcement?" The presence of... moisture on them was peculiar, but doesn't provoke any comments on his behalf.
Sasha gives a nod to Lucas, "I understand Sergent, just try to leave earlier next time. I'm starting to understand a bit of what you mean." She says paking at her own growing middle. She nods to Magnus, "Captain Sasha Arnsworth, FPD, Third District SBU. It is a pleasure Mr..." She holds out a hand waiting for his name before continuing on. She gives another look around at everyone, continuing to soak her own paws in various fluids, "Alright everyone, thank you for coming. Today's exercise is all about proper procidures and effective use of force. Yes, use of force will be authorized, but do follow proper esciliation practices. Try to calm the situation you are in, if that doesn't work deescilation and disarm. Do not cause wounds, if it comes to a fight and you start feeling woozy, call a safety, lay down like you'd passed out from your injuries. Now, on to the actual exercise itself." She says, starting to pace around and rub slightly on her own pudged out belly, "Sergent Wedge and Detective Biggs will be assisting, Biggs will be a feral breaking into this house," she says, pointing to the slightly delapidated two story home, "meanwhile Wedge will be a human agent giving chase, unauthorized, and carrying weaponry. You two are the responding police team. Lucas, you are the officer in charge, and you," pointing to Magnus, "are a volunteer assisting in this police action. Determain the stiutation, apprehend anyone needing to be taken in, and above all else protect and serve the public trust." She stops for a moment, milk for a moment gushing from her along with pussy honey though she doesn't really seem to mind or hardly even notice! "Are there any questions?"
Lucas nods at Sasha's words and stands at attention. "Yes Ma'am, I'm just not used to being pregnant is all. It's still a fairly new experience for me. Not for Lap, but... either way, I'll take note for future reference," he responds, hands resting at the small of his back to support his stomach. He looks to the fennec and nods. "We're part of the local fairhaven police department, the SBU or..." He pauses and rolls his eyes. "Special Bitch Unit. I... yeah, anyway, we're reaching out to civilians for new recruits and to train up the locals in case they come accross any dangerous situations that require a trained hand."
"So formal." the fox sticks his tongue out and shakes hands when offered. His grip is strong, and firm, though brief. "Sure! I mean that helps. Wait... Special Bitch Unit?" he'd blink a few times and scratch the back of his head. "I knew there was a lot of word salad with government officials and the services they provide depending on their area of expertise, but wow." Snickering into one hand, the fennec would nod along, and even produce a pen and notepad out of nowhere to take notes. "Oh, right! Mags. No titles, no surname, no nothing." the fennec would state, then put the pen and paper away. "ALRIGHT! I am all up for this. Assisting... how? Do I check the area? Do I keep watch? Do I massage the lead investigator's shoulders?" he'd joke as they go on. "But I getcha. I am pretty fast on my feet, so I can probably chase down the suspects... buuuuut yeah! Ready!"
Biggs and Wedge can't help but snicker as Magnus talks, Sasha continuing her gushing but turning to them "Attention!" She barks out before looking back to Magnus, "Yes, that is this units name. I'm the CO of the SBU, Special Bitch Unit, and the CI, Criminal Investigations. I'd like to thank you again for participating. Now, I'm going to give the word for Biggs and Wedge to go get into positions in the house. Lucas and you Magnus are to scope out the situation, determain what is going on, and either arrest Biggs and/or Wedge or at the very least escort them out. They shouldn't be in there. For this exercise, the civilians who own this pace are not at home, the report was made by a neighbor." With that explained she looks back to the two officers assisting in the exercise, "Ok you two, get in there and get in position, you two wait a moment."
Sasha gives Biggs and Wedge five minutes before nodding to Lucas and Magnus, "Ok, you two go, remember, you are the first team responding, you have no intel beyond what the inital report gave, and no eyes on the inside."
Lucas straights his posture, arms crossed behind his back as Sasha barks out for attention. He's standing as straight as he can with the pudge of his pregnant belly jutting out in front of him. He's quiet as Sasha talks, only nodding in response at her words. Once she's done talking he nods and double checks his armband before turning to Magnus. "We should probably check the perimeter first, I'll take the front, you take the back, keep your comm open and don't enter unless something extreme prompts you to. Let's avoid as much damage as possible to the house, we're not action movie stars here."
"You got it chief." the fox fingerbangs at Lucas, then blows into his thumb, his attire changing under the influence of the ambient nanites. His white shirt turns into a black trenchcoat while his pants dissolve and transform into a long pair of cargo slacks, equally as dark. Nodding towards Lucas, Magnus keeps low, his ears folded down as he makes his way around the back of the house. He doesn't seem to have a weapon drawn, but he does keep his senses sharpened. Peering through the windows and around the corners, the fox presses his comm unit against his ear and relays to his partner and gets ready to relay his findings, sniffing the air for the presence of hostiles all the while.
After Lucas and Magnus get going, Sasha heads over to the curb of the street and sits down, heaving a sigh and resting her heavy tits against her knees, "I hope Lucas will be ok..." She mumbles to herself, "Why didn't mother use stronger material for that armband's bindings?" She asks to herself before relaxing back against the grass.
Lucas starts the investigation and Magnus heads out to collect information. The little fox appears to go unnoticed as he moves about, but he can hear banging going on inside, as if someone where trying to quickly move about and find something, or someone. The house itself is dark, but peaking quickly in the windows he can see Wedge moving around, looking into rooms and closets, rifle drawn and a chainsword crackling with electricity on his back. There so far was no sign of Biggs. Wedge isn't exactly being careful either, overturning tables, rummaging through the clothes in closets...
Lucas rolls his eyes at Magnus's laissez faire approach to the exercise, but stays professional, walking up to the front of the building. He pulls out his flashlight and baton from his utility belt, but as former RSX military he's got plenty of training in hand to hand combat, even with his belly being in the way as it was, and so the weapon, subdued as it was, was only an extra precaution. He keys in his comm as he comes up to the front door. "Officer, what do you see back there?" he asks, approaching checking the handle of the front door carefully and slowly, to check if it was unlocked or not.
The fennec peers into the window and tries to get a better look at what was happening in there. "I hear banging." he'd relay in response to Lucas. Those massive ears had paid off it seems. "I am gonna try to crack the window and get in there. Stay near the open exit. I don't think I can tackle our perp, but I have a trick up my sleeve." He'd try to crack the window and stealthily crawl along the edges of the rooms, his black attire proving beneficial in the event. Once he has a good line of sight with one of the intruders, the fox would aim his wrist-mounted grapple shot and fire at his target's legs, aiming to trip them up and slow their escape.
The movement from Lucas draws Biggs's attention for a bit, long enough for Magnus to crack the lock on the window and slip in behind him. He tilts he's head in Magnus's direction before he takes aim towards the front door, waiting for someone to come in, only to twist his head at the sound of the grapple being shot! He tries to jump over it, and nearly avoids it entirely, but it manages to cetch on his right foot, bringing him down against the floor fairly hard! He shakes his head and takes aim this time towards Magnus, "What the fuck are you doing you little bitch!?" He screams, holding the rifle with one hand as he tries to get the grip on his foot off.
"Understood, be careful, over," Lucas said into his comm, standing by the door for back up. Though his ears aren't nearly as sharp as Magnus's, he keeps his pointed, husky ears angled towards the door, turning the knob slowly to open the door a crack in case the situation necessitates him intervening. He hears the sounds of the graple and the thud of Biggs against the floor. The moment he hears the yell at Magnus he pushes the door in, flashing the light on Bigg's face with his baton ready. "FPD, put your gun down and put your hands up!" he shouts at the intruder, a tight grip on his baton, teeth bore.
"You don't wanna try shooting me, mate." The fennec states and pulls out what appeared to be the mad science lovechild of a super soaker and a caustic eldrich nightmare. Well, truth be told it looked like a regular pistol with a wide dispersion nozzle and a small holding tank at its base. Not that scary, but merely the droplets it would drip once the safety comes off are enough to produce an audible *Sssssss~* upon impacting the ground. Getting covered in this stuff would hurt... a lot. "I suggest you listen to Lucas over here, play nice and we'll make sure you reach your cell mostly in one piece. Drop it. Now."
Moving in quickly was perhaps not the best answser for Lucas, his armband snagging on a low hook of a coat rack as he makes it through the door and heads into the bedroom that Magnus and Biggs were in. By the time he gets there, his voice is hardly anything but squeeks, making Biggs break out in laughter more than anything, still holding his rifle at Magnus! But when Magnus points that near acid shooter at him, he slowly puts his rifle down, "Hey! I don't want any trouble from you fucks, I'm just trying to chase down a damned feral that stole my fucking food! Beaver, come barging in here and I haven't seen him since! Think he could be up stairs or maybe in the basement, look, just let me go, I'll go rough the asshole up, get my shit back, and be on my way, sound good officers?" He asks, looking up and over to Lucas as he holds his hands near his head.
Hearing his voice squeaking, Lucas reaches for his arm, slapping it with a hand, realizing his armband came off. He grits his teeth, only producing more squeaks, but turns back to the assailaint. He opens his mouth to speak again, but glances off to one side and closes his muzzle. He gives his head a shake, putting his baton back on his utility belt before reaching to his belt, he feels a pair of fuzzy pink cuffs and sneers, but grabs a pair of metal ones on his belt. He barks out a few more squeaks, motioning by bringing his hands together as he holds the pair of handcuffs in the hand, light still trained on Biggs.
The fox nearly loses it when he sees those cuffs. He'd cast a glance at the officer and opens his muzzle. The urge to mention using those someday in a more intimate setting crosses his mind, however he tries to stay professional. The fox nods and decides to check upstairs first. "Lucas, if he's in the basement, he'll try to come up or squeeze through one of those windows that let light into the underground... I mean unless there's a door leading down there from the outside, but I didn't see one of those... I'll check upstairs. You go in the basement, alright?" Magnus nods, then heads up the stairs. Having used his line on the grapple shot, he instead relies on the ink blaster hidden on his other wrist, keeping his senses sharp as he quietly advances up the stairs, hoping to snag the second infiltrator.
Biggs does as he is told, holding his hands behind his back and waiting for the cuffs to be clicked in place. While he does so though he leans over to Lucas, "Good job so far Sergent, that civee's doing pretty damn fine himself. Maybe try to talk him into joining the academy?" After he's cuffed he simply gets as comfortable as he can, "Ok, before you head down, radio the Captain that I've been captured so she can let me out of these cuffs. I'm out of the scenario." He says.
Magnus heads back toward the main entrance, there being stairs leading down and stairs leading up. Taking the upward stairs, they open into a room that looks to be some kind of family room or sitting room, as well as three other doors.
Lucas nods at Biggs and looks back at the door, glancing with his light, but deciding his time would be better used for searching for the second assailaint. He nods at Magnus, giving him a thumbs up and punches in a message to Sasha on his comm. [Biggs cuffed, needs release] he says in a text message, short and briefly before heading to the stairs to head down to the basement. He takes out his baton again, light scanning the staircase and ears perked before he starts down. Part of him hoped that Wedge wasn't downstairs, as the only other pair of cuffs he had on him were the fuzzy pink pair that Lap, in her mischevious foresight, put on his utility belt.
The fox is quiet. He lowers himself down onto all fours to soften his footfalls and moves over to each of the doors, pressing an ear against each and everyone, listening for signs of life. A heartbeat, some motion, anything... The fox draws his comm unit from the pocket that held it and readies to relay the information to the mission partner he had in this endeavor. Whatever he hears or finds, that's what he'd let Lucas know about.
Above, Magnus doesn't really find anything, just the creaking of the boards under hiw own light pawsteps. It didn't seem that there was anyone up above. But... as he's listening though he can hear something... unusual coming from down below... way down below, it must be in the basement! It is hard to make out, but... squeeking? No, not quite squeeking but something else, something close to squeeking...
Meanwhile, Lucas heads downstairs into the basement, as alert as he is trying to be, missing quite a few key indication as to what is going on... until he is practically right ontop of it! There he was, Wedge, mounted on a plastic maniquen of some kind... with his cock stretching it out... the tip of it coming out of its mouth! He's leaking pre like a broken garden hose, balls slapping against the legs and ass of the adult toy. Behind him and a bit to his left, near the broken down washer and dryer, are about half a dozen food boxes and wrappers... where the beaver was hiding THIS package and how he was doing so was perhaps, a question for another time.
Sasha hefts herself up and walks into the building after Lucas radios her, stopping for a moment when she nearly steps on something. Bending down carefully she picks it up and looks it over, "Crap, Lucas's armband, well... I hope they are close to aprehending Wedge too then, else we might have a problem." She says as she makes her way over to Biggs, unlocking him, and the pair walking out the back door near the open window Magnus snuck in.
Lucas scans around the room with his eyes and ears, not making out much until he's standing right in front of Wedge. He squeaks loudly, head turning as he lifts an arm up to cover his eyes. Yet, in the back of his mind, the tug of feral instincts in the form of a more sexually focused form begins to take hold over his body. His flashlight and baton fall out of his hands, his paws unable to hold either item without the use of his thumbs, which are conveniently absent now. His ass swells up into a bubbly shape, groin starting to buzz between his legs, tail squeaking like a dog's chew toy as it begins to wag on his inflatable frame. He barks out a squeak and fumbles with his comm, fingers no longer as capable of typing into device. He switches to voice command and barks out squeaks frantically into his comm, bending over to grab something, anything he might use against Wedge, who has apparently decided to go method with his acting.
The fennec blinks a few times as he examines the area. "Ick... whoever decorated this place needs to be put in jail." he'd comment to himself. The sounds coming up from the depths of the basement do catch his attention. Moving downstairs, he'd meet up with the others and raise a brow as he sees the... serene scene. Sighing deeply and rolling his eyes, he'd lean against the wall and cast the others a dull look. The fox didn't rut, and while the prospect of a quick lay was enticing, he would simply cast the officers a strange look before asking quietly. "Does... this count as having caught the other perp?"
Wedge stays in character as Lucas transforms and Magnus talks about the situation. Instead of giving up or continuing to fuck the toy he had in his hands, he quickly, and deftly, pulls out of it then acts as if to mount on Lucas instead! There wasn't much of a struggle, between Wedge's training in hand to hand and Lucas's seeming willingness to get fucked! He whispers to him, "Fight back or give in and call a safety... unless... you want me to take your ass here and now." Then looks over to Magnus, giving a clearly fake snarl, and a bite in his direction. His length pressed in under Lucas's frame as he's bent over, it wouldn't take much for him to jerk back and spear Lucas with his cock!
Lucas barks out another squeak as he feels Wedge's weight jump on his back, strugglling as capably as he can, but with his muscles drained from the act of transforming, and Lap holding back his strength, it's a futile effort. Instinct takes hold of his tail, lifting up as he's pinned down, his body squirming and struggling to get out of the predictament he was in. Hearing the words in his ear, he barks out again, but his words are no more coherent than the squeaking of his chew toy tail, and his ability to type out anything on his comm hinders his ability to respond in text. [Stop! Stop right now!] he tries to say, only to spout out, "Squeak! Squeak squeaky squeak!" He inwardly growls at his feral other half, but it comes out about as intimidating as a puppy trying to seem big.
The fennec would roll his eyes and sigh, then place his fingers on either side of his head to rub just there. These were the downsides of living in the nanite world, at any moment an intense ass-fucking was possible. "For fuck's sake." the fennec huffs as he slams his fists together and moves in to knock some sense into Wedge. His fist swings, aiming to either knock him out, or at least out of his state...
Wedge just snarls again, acting like he was going to start humping Lap at any moment, eyeing Magnus, just watching him. Wedge was tough, he saw the hit coming, knew it could take a punch or two, normally. This, however, was not a typical punch, it landed clean on his jaw, right where it connected to the skull, and Magnus had swung with his weight near perfectly. Despite being bigger and heavier than Mangus, the strike sent him sprawling to the floor, a loud CRACK echoing in the basement, and Wedge's hand coming up to his jaw! A rather large amount of blood and more than a few teeth come falling out as he collides with the floor, his cock swiftly retracting as blood stops surging into his spire and starts pounding in his face and head. He looks up, eyes a bit less than focused, "Shaftah, shaftah." He says trying to get his jaw back into place!
Lucas clenches his eyes tight, anticipating the sudden penetration of the massive cock, only to hear the painful sound of fist meeting bone. The weight against his back disappear and he hears the thud of body meeting basement floor. He grabs the flashlight with both of his paws and slowly stands up, shinining it on Wedge and wincing. He sticks the non-lit end into his mouth and makes a 'time out' pose with his arms as he hurries over to Wedge. He barks into his comm, the sounds of squeaks, however, ending, soon realizing he can talk normally again, he says into the comm. "Safety, man down! Need first aid in the basement, stat!" He turns to Mangus and looks at the small fennec with surprise. His mouth opens then closes, then opens again. "Damn fine punch." He looks back down at Wedge. "Sorry about that Sergeant, Lap took control and, well, you heard how I was talking. I think she's decided enough play time though."
"Jeeze..." the fennec would wipe some blood off of his knuckle. "Sorry about that, I mean I didn't mean to bust his jaw like that, but he was this close to raping you. Wasn't this supposed to be a training exercise?" the fennec would furrow his brows and place his hands on his waist. "What the heck was that?" he'd huff and cast a glance at the fallen officer. "Please don't tell me this was a simulation too! I wouldn't have swung my fist if I knew. The last thing I want right now is trouble."
Sasha comes running down the stairs, tits shaking around everywhere and her ass actually clapping as she does, "What the hell's going on down here, is everyone ok!?" She asks, then sees Wedge, "Fuck, Bast damn it." She says, jogging over to him, unbuttoning the top of her blouse and pulling her undershirt up to expose her lower breasts. She growls a bit as she kneels down to Wedge, "You alright?" She asks, "Drink a bit, nanite milk." She says, looking over to Magnus and Lucas. After taking a drink from Sasha, her biting on her lip to keep from making any sound, Wedge tests his jaw. The bleeding had stopped, his jaw in place again, and the teeth already growing back in proper, "I'm alright Captain, this civee did pretty much perfect. He might have tried talking the feral down first, but other than that, a perfect preformance." He says, looking to Magnus, "Naw, you did alright. Yeah, I wasn't going to fuck Sergant Pierce there, act like it sure." He says, still sporting heavy looking balls, but his cock has recided back into something that would be hidden by a good pair of pants, "Heh, quite the grower, ain't I?" He boasts, getting a very slight punch from Sasha to his arm as she readjusts herself to close back up her top, "Very funny. Alright, you apprehended both suspects, now, based on what you saw and heard, what do you think is the approprate action after they are apprehended?" She asks looking ag Magnus and Lucas, then, taking from her belt pouch his armband, "Here, Lucas, try not to lose this." She clasps it back on Lucas's arm.
Lucas takes the armband and swiftly clasps it on, the buzzing between his thighs ceasing, but his form still settled into something more sexually explicit. "Sorry Ma'am, mom-erm, Miranai decided to make it loose for whatever reason, first time it's ever come off like that though." He glancces over to Wedge then glances away, his cheeks growing foggy with condensation. "Yeah, grower..." He trails off and looks to Mangus. "I think he did great, a little lax in his attitude, but otherwise very professional. I think he'd make a great addition to the squad, that is, if you're interested in joining."
The fennec blows a sharp raspberry. "WELL SHIT! You don't know these days! Anyone can just lose it on a whim. I fucking thought you were ready to stuff the poor guy full of cock. I mean I don't blame you... I'd love to hit that myself, but still... your acting was on point." Once the praise comes, he'd rub the back of his head and pause for a few moments. "Thing is... I've been trying to clear my nose, so to speak. Keep it clean and what not... I dunno." Magnus sighs and casts a glance among them. There were things that drew him in and things that turned him off... "I think I need to know more before I tell you my answer. Thanks, though. I usually go a lot more gung-ho than this, but... this time I kept it tame. Kinda. Do I really need to go to an academy if I say yes?"
