Story:Cicero, chapter 4

Cicero

Chapter 4 – On Duty

Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual,

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The red panda exploded out of the door into the alley, the steel portal slamming with a resounding thud and swinging back to closed as Cicero burst through behind him, in full charge. Apparently, no one told Tozier that trying to run from a charging rhinoceros was a bad idea. Luckily for Tozier, Cicero's mother had taught Cicero to turn his head to the side when chasing someone down. No kid wants to get gored while playing tag.

Cicero was right on the panda's tail coming out the door. In Tozier's moment of indecision of which direction to run, he was caught. The full weight of the charging rhino slammed into him, throwing them both into brick wall opposite the door and then rebounding onto the ground. The force of the impact winded them both.

Irritated and angry, Cicero quickly gathered his wits, grabbed his cuffs and handcuffed the prone panda behind his back. Cicero stood, one booted hoof planted on the small of Tozier's back while he pulled up on the cuffs, awkwardly and almost painfully stretching the Panda's arms back behind him.

Story:Cicero, chapter 3

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Story:Cicero, chapter 2

Cicero

Chapter 2 – The unexpected mating

Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual, Furry/Anthropomorphics

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Cicero stood in the doorway to his balcony after his shower, taking in the night air and staring up into the sky. It was late spring and coming up on his birthday in a few days. In preparation, he’d scheduled some time off from work for this long weekend. Thinking to himself, Cicero pondered his birthday plans, “Maybe I’ll do a road trip out into…”

Cicero’s thoughts were cut short by a strange sound from above. He looked up at the clear night and saw only stars. He got a nice view of several constellations, even the faint ones like . . . “It was there just a moment ago.” A star just above the horizon was blotted out, as if something a blind were pulled over it. He heard the strange sound grow stronger, like a whistling sound. “Maybe some kids are setting off fireworks.”

He started to turn to go dig out his telescope and get a better look at the sky, one of his few relaxing and tame hobbies when a glimmer caught his eye. Something shiny in the sky in the direction of the star, reflecting. He was looking back over his shoulder when it happened all in an instant.

*SLAM*

Something small and wet hit him hard in the middle of his back as he was walking away from the balcony. Cicero’s first thought was “My god, I’ve been shot!” The force of the impact felt like the time he’d taken a bullet in the back, protected by his bulletproof vest.

Story:Cicero, chapter 1

Cicero

Chapter 1 – Need a bit of cleaning

Contains: Furry/Anthropomorphics

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The door slammed behind him as he made his way to the bathroom. It had been another long thankless day at work, surrounded by people who resented his presence. It didn’t matter that he could bench-press any two other officers; he was still treated like an outsider. Truth to be told, he knew it was partly because he could do just that that he was ostracized. Standing over the toilet, he unzipped and let lose a long pungent stream.

“Gah,” he said to himself, “I need to drink more water . . . and eat less asparagus.”

His dick was still flopping out of his fly as he walked across the living room to the balcony door and slid it wide open. Looking out over the busy street stories below, he inhaled the cool midnight spring air, he stretched his arms overhead, stretching sore muscles and caught a brief whiff of something that wasn’t quite so spring fresh.