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Ferretville P.D. #04: Passion’s White Heat

By Mantrid Brizon

The sun beams down on the little beach, heating the tan sand and making the blue water glisten. They caress the shore in calm, steady waves, their sound steady and peaceful. It’s a quiet place, this small port town west of Ferretville and just south of Caligo, the latter of which is nestled deep in the forest. Laying on her back, Nina Sphynx tries her best to relax, listening to the waves of the Great Lakes lapping at the shore. Her black-tinted sunglasses hide her fiery eyes, though they’ve been closed for some time. Most people would find it easy to rest on such a beautiful summer day, but Nina isn’t most people.

Perpetually on edge, the police officer opens her eyes whenever she hears footsteps in the sand. This must be the sixth of seventh time she’s broken her relaxation to scour the beach for threats. Looking toward the faint footfalls, she sees two men approaching; they’re young, fit looking humans with tanned skin and dark hair. Both would be fit to star as extras in Baywatch.

“Hey there, ladies!” One of the men chirps.

“Hi!” Nikki exclaims.

Nina softly grumbles in frustration. She lays still as if she were sunning her dark fur, but Nikki begins pushing herself up. Nina’s eyes dart between the two young, healthy men. They approach with confidence, one of them holding a volleyball and the other a six-pack of cheap beer. Nikki, who was lying on her belly, her plump breasts bulging at her sides, now kneels beside her fraternal twin sister. The bubbly, excitable and rather naïve exotic dancer waves to the strangers with the combined exuberance and innocence of a small child.

“Nice day, huh?!” One guy asks.

“Oh, please...” Nina grumbles to herself.

“Uh-huh!” Nikki nods, sitting up and adjusting her bikini top, making sure it’s snug. “It’s beautiful, and the water was just right!”

“It sure is.” The first man remarks, his eyes scanning Nikki’s perfect body, her yellow and cream-colored fur still damp from a previous swim.

“You two look like you could use some company!” The other guy remarks.

“No.” Nina coldly replies.

“You sure?!”

“Nina!” Nikki quietly growls at her sister.

Slowly sitting up, the busty feline with black and tan fur lets out a little grumble. Her brand-new metallic bronze bikini, which was purchased for her by her sister and worn only at her behest, clings to her voluptuous form a little too well. Her plump bust is on full display, subtly bouncing and swaying as she props herself up on her elbows. Nina tilts her head forward and pulls down her glasses, perching them atop her feline snout and peering menacingly over the frames as the two frat boys stand before her. They’re blissfully ignorant of the fact that she’s not only several years older than them but far more aware of her surroundings, and much more capable than the naïve young women they’re used to dealing with.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Nina sternly replies to the young men, pushing her sunglasses back up her snout and then pulling out a wedgie in front of them.

“Uh-huh...” The first man stares at her butt. “Well, we just saw you two lying here all by your lonesome and thought that maybe you two might wanna-”

“Eat a dick.” Nina casually interrupts.

“... What?”

“I said we’re not interested! You and your boyfriend can go bug someone else... You can fuck off, now.” Nina smirks.

“Geez. You’re a real cold fish!” The first guy grumbles.

“Later, bitch.” The other snarls, walking away with his buddy.

“Buh-bye.” Nina mockingly waves, a little smirk on her face as the duo depart.

With her eyes as wide as saucers, Nikki’s mouth hangs open as she watches the two young, handsome men approaching another pair of girls a short distance away. They’re equally voluptuous and perhaps a little drunk as they too sun their fur.

“Nina! Why did you do that! Those guys were real cute!”

“Those guys are real trouble, with a capital T.”

“I thought you liked humans?”

“I do! ... Just not them.”

“I don’t get you. Why are you so mean?!” Nikki whines.

“I’m not mean, I’m smart. Smart women often appear mean because everyone assumes we’re peppy, dumb sluts who smile and nod as they feed us the dick. If you were smart, you’d trust my instincts and let them target some half-stupid and all-drunk bimbo for their little game. I’m sure she could use a life lesson; you don’t.”

“But...” Nikki sighs, unsure of how to respond. “What if they were really nice?”

“I’ve got the nose, sis.” Nina taps her snout. “Those two just wanted to see how tight we were, and I’m not talking about our serve... If you go over there by yourself, they’ll just take turns with you... I get the feeling they’ve been in a train at least once before.” She adds, leaning past her sister to watch the two young men who’re already flirting with the two visibly intoxicated girls.

“You’re funny! How about a little two-on-two? Wanna play?” The guy with the volleyball asks in a rather seductive tone.

“Hehe! You’re cute!” The drunk bunny girl giggles.

“We’re staying here all by ourselves! We’re in room number 5 at the Pelican Motel!” Her intoxicated panda friend chirps, her ankle bumping an empty bottle of Kahlua.

“Yeah, the one right off the highway!” The bunny adds.

“You don’t say?!” One guy looks to the other, a sinister grin on his face.

“I did! Wanna come over and party?!” The panda girl offers.

“Of course!” They both chirp.

The two guys give each other a clandestine low-five, behind their backs.

“See? They’ll use ‘em up and leave ‘em like used condoms on the floor of that gross motel.”

“Lucky.” Nikki murmurs.

“You sound like you wanted that!”

“Well, not the ‘left on the floor’ part, but...”

“Trust me, sis... Stay far away from them and every guy like them. When we’re watching a news clip about those two girls being missing or dead, you’ll be thanking me.” Nina lets out a little sigh as she stretches out, relaxing on their beach towel. “It’s for your own good.”

“You suck...” Nikki pouts, crossing her arms beneath her bust.

“I know, but better them than you. I don’t feel like killing anyone today, surprisingly enough.” Nina smirks as she continues sunning herself.

As the day wears on, Nina and Nikki try to enjoy their free time. Nina appears to fall asleep beneath the warm sun while Nikki takes another little swim. She moves beneath the surface with surprising grace and speed, having always been a competent swimmer ever since high school. As she looks at the sandy bottom, the sunbeams like a net cast over it, she sees two seashells. They’re perfectly formed and sit beside each other with thin strings of seaweed connecting them. It reminds her of a bikini top, and the words “bikini bottom” almost make her laugh out loud.

She swims to the surface for air, only to pause when she sees the drunk bimbos playing with the two handsome strangers. The panda stumbles as she misses the ball, bumping into the bunny and yanking down her top. The bunny tries to capture her own, plump breast as it bounces free as both girls laugh hysterically, falling backward into the sand as the two humans watch. The young men watch so intently, their grins broadcasting their intentions to anyone who takes even a passing glance. They might as well be licking their lips!

It's been a while for Nikki, who despite her profession was never very liberal with her body; shockingly few men have explored her, and only one did it to her satisfaction. With a little grumble, Nikki dives beneath the waves, swims to the bottom and retrieves the seashells. Perhaps it’s time to get back into her old hobby? Fashion was really more of a calling than a hobby, but she needed money and exotic dancing pays. As she emerges from the water like a mermaid, walking along the wet sand as if she hadn’t even been swimming, she notices the two girls leaving the beach with the young men.

One guy grabs the panda’s perky butt, only for her to jump and then push him back as she feebly protests. “I’m not that kind’a girl.” She slurs her words. The young man ignores her and then does it again. The bunny receives similar treatment, and despite their displeasure the men carry on, fondling them as they lead them straight to the parking lot...

“Lucky...” Nikki mutters under her breath.

Increasingly frustrated, she drops the seashells beside her sister’s new purse as she walks past her, making her way toward her own purse on the other side of the large beach blanket. Nina hasn’t moved from the blanket or even changed positions. She lay there on her back with her hands behind her head, one leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee, her eyes closed.

“Where are you going?” Nina asks as her sister casts a shadow over her.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still alive!” Nikki snarls.

“What’s that?”

“You’ve been laying there like a dead fish all this time, so...”

“Uh-huh... And you didn’t answer my question.” Nina sounds a little frustrated.

“I’m going to the snack bar, okay?! If I’m not gonna get fucked I can at least get fat... Want me to bring you something?”

“No. I’m not hungry yet.”

“Fine...” Nikki sighs, digging a few dollars out of her purse and tucking it into one of the cups of her bikini. “I’ll be right back.”

“Be careful.”

“I will, mom!” Nikki exclaims in a derisive tone.

Making her way toward the snack bar, Nikki stares straight ahead. She grumbles incoherently to herself as she stomps along the soft sand, stumbling once or twice which causes her to have to readjust her top; her plump breasts are rather heavy after all, and they don’t take too kindly to being so confined! As she stops to make sure she doesn’t have a wardrobe malfunction, she feels her fur standing on end. Turning her head to her left, she gets a glimpse of something or someone peeking at her from behind a large tree beyond the end of the beach.

“... Okay...” She murmurs to herself. “Maybe I’m just seeing th-!”

Nikki stops mid-sentence and her eyes grow wide. She most definitely wasn’t seeing things. A short, pudgy Voeldahn of the canine variety peeks out from behind the tree, only to make eye contact with her and immediately hide! Clearing her throat, Nikki continues her walk. It’s nearly a quarter mile to the snack bar, which is at the other end of the beach and closer to the parking lot. She and her sister had walked that far on Nina’s behest, putting distance between them and the crowds of families who’re also enjoying the beach. Nikki can see the two humans and the drunk girls far ahead; the girls drunkenly protest as the men fondle them as if they were their boyfriends, one guy stuffing his hand between the bunny’s legs while the other holds the panda’s breasts.

She wants to be jealous of those two drunk bimbos, who she knows will be getting dicked within the hour, but she can’t. She’s on edge and repeatedly glances over to her left. She doesn’t see anything for the next tenth of a mile. However, as she approaches the families and their children, she sees the pudgy man poking his head up from behind a rather short garbage can. Once again, he’s staring right at her. Though unsettled by his gaze, Nikki finds herself more perplexed by how he can hide his entire body behind such a small trash can!

He’s far more confident now as his eyes and then his head turn to watch the voluptuous and busty feline as she makes her way past him and toward a cluster of small buildings. She quickens her pace. By now, Nikki is almost running, her heavy bust bouncing and drawing a considerable amount of attention.

“Ow! I wasn’t looking!” A man sheepishly exclaims after being smacked by his wife.

“Woah... She’s pretty.” A pre-teen boy gawks, holding a beach ball over his groin.

“I feel funny...” His little sister murmurs.

Nikki doesn’t notice any of this. She’s laser focused on getting somewhere where there are cameras. She makes it to the soft path, made from a spongy material often found on playgrounds; it doesn’t burn the footpads of the Voeldahn’s feet and acts as a modest cushion when jogging. She moves along the crimson blocks toward the snack bar, attracting the attention of both the employees and the patrons standing in front. She passes an indoor gym with windows all along three sides which gives the patrons a view of the beach, and just as she moves beyond it, she stops in her tracks.

There he is! The pudgy man stands in a little alley between a brick storage shed and a matching brick building that houses changing stalls. How’d he catch up to her without her seeing it?! He’s fast for a fat guy!

“Oh, h-hey...” The pudgy man speaks, his eyes widening and his floppy ears raising at the mere sight of her gaze.

“...”

“I noticed you on the beach back there, and...”

“...”

“You’re purdy...” He steps a little closer, his eyes scanning her body and slowly making their way down.

“Thanks...” Nikki squeaks, taking a step back.

“So...” He seems to stare at her digitigrade ankles.

“Uhm...” Nikki’s glimmering golden eyes look to and fro as she tries to decide which direction to run.

“... Can I smell your feet?!” He suddenly lunges.

“EEK!”

“Put your beans on my nose!”

With a big dopey smile and his tongue hanging out, he leaps for Nikki, whose bust jiggles so splendidly as she jumps back. As he flies through the air seemingly in slow-motion, Nikki prepares herself for the ugly dog’s assault. Her dainty hands clutch her cheeks as she stands defenseless, screaming for help. If only someone more competent would save her! Preferably a male, and preferably a human. She also wouldn’t mind if he had an athletic build and an equally strong endowment... Anyway, as if on que, and as quickly as the creep had appeared, he’s thrust into a nearby dumpster with a loud, metallic bang!

“Waah!!!” He yelps.

“How ‘bout you smell these beans instead?!” Nina roars, tackling the dog mid-air and sending him flying.

“OOF!!!” He grunts, landing against the dumpster and falling to the ground. “Wh-who are you?!” He tries pushing himself up.

“Nina?!” Nikki gasps.

The dog’s eyes widen as he turns his head only to find his nose slipping between someone’s cleavage! It’s just as impressive as the yellow cat’s boobs, just darker. He doesn’t even notice the small pistol pressed against his temple, at least at first.

“I’ve got thirteen of ‘em right here!” Nina flashes a sinister grin. “How do you like the taste of three-eighty?!”

“Nina, what’re you doing here?! I thought you were sunbathing!”

“Yeah, but I thought you could use some help.” The policewoman remarks.

“... How?!”

“I saw this weirdo ogling you when you left, and I didn’t like the look of him.”

“Mmrrr!!!” The creep coos into Nina’s bust.

“I’m placing you under arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior...” Nina suddenly produces a set of black handcuffs.

“Where did those come from?” A thoroughly confused Nikki remarks, as Nina is still only wearing her bikini; there’s no purse or pouches in sight.

“Don’t worry about it. Now, roll over like a good boy and I’ll-”

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

“Stop that!” Nina pulls away from the creep’s face.

“I like your bodywash.” He remarks.

“Do that again and I’ll blow your brains out. Give me an excuse to pull this trigger!” Nina roars, pushing the barrel of her Ruger LCP MAX against the base of the man’s skull.

The creep gulps, his eyes struggling to focus as they shift between certain death and her perfect breasts.

“Do it... Seriously! I’m already under investigation. I’ve got nothing to lose!” Nina almost pleads with him.

“Nina! You said you didn’t want to kill anyone today!” A frustrated Nikki huffs and stomps her paw-like foot.

“I guess I was mistaken. I’ve been known to be wrong once or twice in my life.” Nina smirks.

“P-please...” The creep’s voice shakes. “C-can...” He gulps. “Can you step on my face?! J-just for a minute!” He begs, wriggling about on the spongy tile as he’s pinned beneath the black and tan feline.

“Ugh...”

Seeing the commotion, and the pudgy man with a gun to his head, local security quickly comes in to handle the situation.

“Finally!” Nina jumps to her feet and steps on the side of the creep’s head, as if she were a hunter posing with her kill. “You guys need to work on your response time!” She says, producing her badge from seemingly out of nowhere.

“What’s going on here?”

“This creep was about to assault my sister.”

“Is that true?”

“Oh, yeah...” The creep coos, trying to move his head beneath Nina’s foot, his eyes on the prize.

“He wanted to sniff my feet!” Nikki whimpers, her hands clutched in dainty fists and pressing into her cheeks.

“Ew... Alright, well back away and let us handle this.” A security guard remarks, motioning to Nina to step aside.

“Wanna use my cuffs or do you have your-...”

Nina’s eyes widen as she stops mid-sentence. Lick, lick, lick.

“AGH! The hell are you doing?!” She jumps back and away from the creep.

“Aww!” He whimpers, his tongue hanging out.

The security guards, having seen his tongue wiggling between Nina’s toes, promptly detain the pudgy man. To her shock and horror, her sister doesn’t want to press any charges, but Nina is more than willing. Unfortunately, the local police, who already have a bicycle cop on-scene for emergencies, doesn’t seem all too interested and so the creep is promptly released.

“I’ll never forget this.” He coos, smiling and waving to Nikki and Nina as he skips back to the parking lot.

“I can’t believe he wouldn’t book him...” Nina shakes her head.

“It’s fine. He didn’t touch me.”

“He touched me!” Nina growls. “That creep’s tongue licked the gunk from underneath my claws! Ugh.” She shudders.

“It could’ve been worse though, right? I mean, listening to you talk, I’d say we got off easy.”

“Yeah, but what about the next girl? Maybe he’s some creepy serial foot collector in the making! What happens when he decides that he wants to cut those pretty feet off and sniff them all he wants in the privacy of his studio apartment? What if he wants a little nibble so he stores them in his freezer with his peas and carrots?! Maybe once he has a big enough collection, he’ll dance around his apartment naked, his junk tucked between his legs, licking the toes of the pickled foot necklace he’s made! What then, huh?!?!” Nina growls, leaning so close that her nose is nearly touching her sister’s.

“Uhh... Anyway...” Nikki leans back. “I wouldn’t have been so creeped out if he was fit and handsome! ... Or a human.” She sighs. “I can never get lucky.”

“Oh, you got lucky today, Nikki. You escaped those two deviants, and I saved you from Mr. Beans... If I were you, I’d buy some lottery tickets.”

“I guess...”

Nina walks toward the corner of the gym and rests her hand against the wall, leaning around the corner. A flabbergasted Nikki watches her retrieve her handbag, their neatly folded beach blanket, and even Nikki’s purse and the two seashells she’d collected.

“How did-?!”

“What? ... You wanted these, right?” Nina hands her sister the seashells.

“Uhh...”

“Don’t tell me I carried them all this way for nothing...” The policewoman growls.

“No-no! I wanted them!” Nikki takes the seashells and her purse from her sister.

“Oh! Good!” Nina chirps.

“So... Now what?”

“I dunno.” Nina shrugs. “You still want to hang out here?”

The dark cat opens her small purse to reveal that it’s almost empty, save for a little metal wallet containing her driver’s license and a few bank cards. She slips her pistol, handcuffs and her badge into the purse and snaps it closed.

“I was hoping you’d use that for lip gloss and stuff...” Nikki murmurs.

“Heh. These lips need no gloss.” Nina proclaims, licking them rather seductively.

“Ooh-yeah...” The pudgy creep pokes his head up from behind a bulky water fountain a few feet away.

“Get out of here!!!” She roars, startling the portly weirdo.

“Yes, mistress!!!” He shouts as he promptly leaves.

“Maybe we should just go back to the hotel.” Nikki says with a disappointed sigh, watching the creep scurrying away.

“Good idea. We could order pizza. OH! And there’s a Blood, Lies & Alibis marathon on!!!” Nina’s eyes widen.

“Great...”

Nina slings her purse and grabs her sister by the wrist, pulling her back toward their car.

“Come on! I’ll race you!”

“That’s, like, another quarter mile! I already walked all the way to the snack bar and didn’t even buy anything! I get enough exercise twirling around that pole!” Nikki whines, pulled along by her gung-ho sister.

“Aww c’mon! Don’t be such a bitch!” Nina shouts in a rather jovial voice.

“You don’t have to be so mean...”

As they run toward Nikki’s hot pink Miata, Nina becomes increasingly aggressive and competitive. She soon lets go of Nikki’s wrist altogether and dashes as fast as she can, zooming by the gawking spectators who ogle the two beautiful and busty felines to the ire of their wives, girlfriends and mothers.

“You were right! Hhff! This was a great idea!” Nina huffs, a lioness grin on her face as she leaves her exhausted sister in her dust.

“Hhff-hhff! I can’t believe Ginger, hhff, puts up with this shit...” Nikki grumbles to herself, struggling to keep up. “I wonder, hhff, what that dog, hhff, is doing with, hhff, her free time.”

Meanwhile, inside Ian’s house on the north end of town and near the very edge of the Ferretville city limits, Ginger grunts and growls. The struggle is real and her body is drenched in sweat, her fur damp and matted as she huffs. With one final push, she grits her teeth and winces, her body trembling. She takes but a brief moment to stop and rest, opening her eyes and looking down at her lover, himself equally sweaty.

“Come on! Don’t stop now!” He urges.

“I can’t keep going!”

“If you don’t! Hhff! We’re doomed!”

Leaning against the front door and pushing with all their might, the duo holds Ian’s kitchen table against it. Ian’s slumped against the bottom half, a hammer in one hand and a soup can full of nails in the other. A revolver lay nearby, a half-empty box of cartridges still right where he’d dropped it. The thumping of undead hands causes the door to bounce, swaying between the living and the undead. Ginger’s eyes turn toward his Rossi 971VRC, the stainless-steel magnum sitting on the floor near her paw-like feet. With a very brief lull in the assault, Ian takes the time to finish the barricade. The hammering of nails makes her ears ring.

“I told you we should’ve shot all those rotten bastards! Why didn’t you listen to me?!” She barks.

“I wasn’t planning on wiping out a horde; my magnum was the only gun I had available.”

“That’s because you don’t think! That’s why you need me!!!”

“What’s gotten into you? Nngh! Why are you so aggressive, lately?!”

“I’m not aggressive!!! I’m assertive!!! You like assertive women, right?!?!”

Ian glances up as he hammers another nail into the door and then pushes himself to his feet to finish the task. He hammers in another nail and then another. Soon, the nails do a better job of holding the table over the door than they can.

“I’m not aggressive...” She insists, taking a step back.

She feels her arms burning, her normally beautiful and fluffy fur all musty and gross. She watches the human as he hammers the dozenth nail into the door, sealing them into his house which is now surrounded by zombies. Thankfully most of the windows are too high for the average person to easily reach, and the sliding glass door is made of plexiglass and framed in heavy-duty steel; the rest of the house has already been locked up tight. She makes her way toward his fallen revolver and box of ammo and collects them from the floor, reloading his gun for him.

“Well, you’re certainly acting different...” He murmurs, watching her over his shoulder.

“I’m just assertive... You like it, right?” She turns to him, his loaded gun in her hand.

“What are you talking about? I liked you just the way you were before!” He insists, approaching her.

“If that was true...” Ginger suddenly pauses, sets his pistol on the kitchen counter and pulls off her sweaty top.

“... Ginger?” A wide-eyed Ian watches.

“If that was true, if you really liked me before, then you wouldn’t have gotten it up for Nina.” She says with an aggressively sensual growl.

“Look, we talked about that, okay? What happened had nothing to do with me wanting her or-AHH!”

“This is how you like your women, right?!” Ginger grabs him by his shoulders, spins him around and pins him against the table he’d just finished nailing over the door. The thumping of the undead grows increasingly determined, distracting him. “Isn’t this how you want it, baby?! Don’t lie!!!”

“Ginger, stop...” Ian looks toward a window as a hand splatters blood all over it.

“But you don’t like nice girls, do you?! You didn’t get turned on by the old Ginger!” She whimpers, clinging tightly to his shoulders.

“Yes, I did! You remember how it was before?! I can be like that again! It can-!”

He stops mid-sentence as the window begins to crack. To Ian’s silent horror, the zombie’s hand grabs the windowsill as if it was trying to pull itself up and into his house! With a sudden punch from its other hand, the glass breaks and the perpetual moaning and groaning of the undead horde becomes much louder! He looks toward his revolver, sitting right where Ginger left it. He takes a step to fetch it but the canine clings to his shoulders; she pushes him back against the table and steps closer, smooshing her big breasts against his chest as she leans closer, her hot breath in his face as her snout hovers over his lips.

“I want you, right now, and this is how you want me!” She exclaims before stealing a kiss.

“Ginh-MMM!”

“MWAH!!! You like that?!?!” She asks, a hint of desperation in her voice as she ends the rather violent kiss.

“Ginger, now might not be the best time...” He tries to pull away, the zombie’s arm reaching inside of his house.

“Oh, yes, it is! I wanna feel alive!!!” She exclaims, tearing at his pants.

“What the hell?!”

“They’re not getting in! Come on! Don’t make me drag you...” She growls, baring her teeth as she pulls him closer to her and away from his revolver.

“...”