The F Squad

This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

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I was snapped out of my nap by static and the loud voice of the dispatcher.

"Squad F required over at Chelten for an aggressive canine hybrid," she said through the speaker. I quickly smoothed out my hair and sat up, looking around to make sure none of my coworkers had seen me dozing off. The only other person in the office was a lazy transfer who I'd caught zonked out multiple times. He kicked shit over on his desk while yawning so it was obvious he'd been even more asleep than me. Guess we were both a mess.

I cleared my throat and hit the comms button to reply. "Copy. This is Alex with animal control's Squad F. Details?"

"6 foot 200 pound intact male, some kind of shepherd, uncollared and suspected to have escaped from that hoarder's house last week during the raid," the dispatcher explained. "Got a call that it's at the park now. Tried to attack a guy and his catgirl."

Catgirl, I repeated in my head in amusement. It'd been a solid decade since ownership of human-animal hybrids had been legalized and the usage of a word I associated with fandom from the before-times still made me laugh.

I was a professional, though, so I tamped down on that and instead replied, "Got it. Cameron and I will head out ASAP."

I grabbed my belt with my taser and walkie and snapped it on. Behind me Cameron casually righted stuff on his desk rather than get ready.

"Go get the tranqs," I told him as I laced up my boots. He grunted and gave up fixing his desk. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he scratched his scruffy ramen hair and wandered out of the room to hopefully do what I asked. If that was my only backup for an aggressive stray, it was going to be a pain in the ass.

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It didn't take long to track down the dog. It'd left a clear path of destruction consisting of overturned trash cans and torn up squirrels. Chelten Park was deathly quiet after all the civilians had cleared out and not even the birds were left chirping. Cameron and I made our way into the small woods and once in the treeline we could hear something flailing around in the brush like a maniac. I flipped the safety on my taser as the rustling grew louder and my partner cocked the tranquilizer rifle.

A massive brick shithouse of a dog-human hybrid tumbled out of a honeysuckle. The thick white fur atop its head was mussed with mud and leaves and the pale skin of its mostly human mouth was smeared with blood. It was trying to rip apart a discarded Kong toy that was now pockmarked with little tooth imprints. It rolled onto its back while gripping it with clawed hands--only to pause. Its mismatched blue and brown eyes turned to look at us curiously.

"That's a husky, not a german shepherd," Cameron said. I pointed my taser directly at it and took a step forward, but it didn't immediately try to attack us. Its pointed ears twitched and it took the bloodied Kong out of its mouth.

Husky, shepherd--whatever breed the guy was hybridized with didn't matter. It'd been terrorizing wildlife all morning and sent weekend parkgoers scrambling. It slowly rolled onto all fours, slow enough that it seemed like he was trying to show he was safe. Hybrids were supposed to be at or near human intelligence if successful, but success was still not guaranteed. I gave him the benefit of the doubt though and didn't immediately tase him.

"Hey, buddy," I said calmly. The mane of fur trailing down his back was filthy but was probably white under the grime. He had a fluffy tail that didn't quite curl. "We're here to getcha to the shelter. It'll be nicer there than the woods and we've got treats in the truck. Wanna come?"

He cocked his head and dropped the Kong. I don't think he was successful because he neither said anything nor seemed to understand. Instead, he bared his teeth.

I pulled the trigger. My taser buzzed but didn't shoot. I went wide-eyed as the dog pounced.

I scrambled backward, yelling at Cameron that my taser broke and shoot it and the dog's claws grabbed my leg and CAMERON STOP STANDING AROUND AND SHOOT IT.

The wind was knocked out of me as the dog bodied me. I wheezed and shoved a hand to its face to keep it from biting me. It snapped and almost bit off a finger before I managed to shove it up a nostril instead.

Cameron shot. Not the dog, though. The ground.

"For fuck's sake, Cameron!" I snapped. The dog snarled and I wrestled with it, trying to roll over against the 200 pounds of untrained muscle as claws scraped my arms and my neck and my sides.

Cameron's stupidass voice cut through the snarling with a sentence I really did not want to hear. "Uhh that was the only round."

"You didn't bring ammo!?" I exclaimed, managing to hold the dog's head in place by pressing up on its jaw so I could whip my head around to glare at him in disbelief. He shrugged.

This guy is going to get me killed someday, I thought. Today wouldn't be that day though--not because I had control of the situation (I very much did not) and instead because the dog had a better idea than treating me like one of the squirrels we'd passed on the way in.

I don't know if he was trained to react a certain way when ending up in a position like this or if the adrenaline did something, but I felt something other than a claw hit my thigh. He let out a low growl instead of continuing to try to bite. I squirmed.

"Cameron, help!" I yelled in annoyance.

"What if it has rabies?"

"It doesn't have--"

"I don't want to get bitten!"

I managed to roll to the side with the dog and elbowed it in the stomach. It yelped and its grip eased up. I started to pull away, only for it to redouble its efforts and grab both my arms to pin them to my sides.

"Then call for back--" The dog shoved me and I gasped. I was pushed flat on my stomach. "--up. Now!"

"R-right!" He bounced on his feet while looking around frantically as I felt hands scrabble against my sides. "Uh, my phone--"

I'm going to kill him, I thought. I guess part of it was on me for trusting him with the tranquilizer gun. Or for trusting my taser. Or for daring to respond to a call for such a large hybrid when I was nearly a foot shorter and half its weight. I'd been told repeatedly this job probably wasn't a good fit for me and I should stick to the shelter side, maybe as one of those vet techs who make sure pets don't aspirate their own vomit while coming out of anesthesia, but I wanted to do something so badly.

The dog also wanted to do something. Me, in particular. It was buckass naked and I could feel its growing cock pressing at my ass as it tried to figure out how to get what it wanted without me getting away.

"I need to go back to the truck!" Cameron announced in a shaky, high-pitched voice as he spun around. I sighed in exasperation. I watched my only hope for salvation run off and began to wonder if the dozens of calls for much smaller hybrids that I'd handled with zero issue had all been flukes.

Regardless, I wasn't going to let this stupid dog injure me beyond the scratches he'd already managed through my jeans and cheesy camo jacket that was much too heavy for the warm weather. His growls grew frustrated. And maybe I was porn-brained, but I had an idea for how to diffuse that.

I stopped trying to squirm and instead shimmied my arm backward. My hand collided with something fleshy and warm. I grabbed it and the growling stopped.

The skin wasn't quite the same as a normal man's. It was smoother. I slowly ran my fingers up it to stroke it and it twitched as blood puffed it up further. I hadn't gotten a view of it before he'd pushed me down and I wondered if it was an unnatural color like full hybrids, the kind who were fully covered in fur, or still tan like the less hybridized ones. He was somewhere in the middle as far as his non-sexual features went. I slid my thumb around the bottom of the glans, tracing its shape and noting that it seemed fully human rather than canine. I slipped my thumb up over the tip and smeared precum over it.

The growling resumed. Or, less of a growl and more of a whine that turned to quiet whistling through his nose. He rocked into my hand and I matched his motions while stroking him. I slowly added pressure to my grip, trying to figure out what exactly it enjoyed so that I could get it off efficiently. I wasn't sure how long it would take for Cameron to make a call and didn't want him returning while I had the dick of an animal control subject in my hand.

His grip on me eased up. His little hip movements were surprisingly rhythmic and I realized he was probably bred to be a sex pet. That's what a lot of hybrids were intended to be--you just sometimes ended up with one who was stupid and unsocialized.

"That's it, buddy," I said softly as he whined inches from my ear. I could smell heady iron from the squirrel blood but tried not to think about it. I slicked my hand over his tip again, wiping the resulting wetness down his shaft to lube my strokes. "You're just pent up, huh?"

If he'd come from a hoarder's house he was probably never taught how to handle his energy responsibly. But I could give him a little release now and then the shelter would rehabilitate him. He'd find a home. Probably easily, since he would be gorgeous once the dirt was scrubbed away, and the cock in my hand was plenty big. Honestly I was getting a little hard myself.

I looked out into the woods in the direction of where we'd come. There was no sign of Cameron. The birds had started singing again farther off. I slowly shifted his cock so that it pushed between my legs. I pressed on the underside and he shallowly humped. My clit twitched at the pressure and the proximity. Maybe if we were quick about it...

I let go and pulled down the back waistband of my jeans. He whined louder at the break in touch.

"Here," I whispered. I grabbed his cock again and nudged it in between my labia. The tip knocked into the underside of my clit and he twitched. I ground against him slowly without putting it in. "I don't have lube so you'll have to be gentle, but--"

Suddenly he grabbed me and lifted. My knees hit the ground and I barely managed to keep from rolling my face in the dirt. A clawed hand pressed to my belly to lift my pelvis up and he mounted me on all fours. His cock poked at my entrance and before I could do anything, he shoved in.

I gasped. His thick cock stretched my pussy open in one quick thrust. He growled and wrapped his arms around my midriff to hold me in place. His cock plunged so deep he banged into my cuff, radiating warm pain into my stomach. He growled and humped. The friction of such a big cock without being wet enough burned and I let out a really pathetic squeak before biting my tongue.

I tried to relax my muscles and let it happen. My pussy burned and I took deep breaths as dead leaves crinkled under my fists. He shifted against me, trying to find a way to fit more of himself in me but only managing to put his weight on me. I shook. His heavy balls smacked my clit and sent little jolts up my spine that weren't entirely unpleasant.

I moaned and let my chest fall to the dirt. He growled and thrust faster, his hard cock pushing my body to its limit as it struggled to conform to it. The friction burns faded to tingling as I grew aroused and my clit ached as it hardened. Wetness--from him or me I couldn't say--slowly dripped down and got smeared over his balls. The smacking against my clit turned wet and noisy.

"Oh god," I groaned. "You're really, ah, pent up, huh?"

He bit my neck. I swallowed in fear as his canines pressed to my fragile skin. He didn't use any force though, his mouth staying pressed to my skin without injuring me. Warm spit dribbled down my neck and cooled in the air till I broke out in goosebumps.

I melted. I moaned and relaxed under his big, firm body. His cock filled me with heat that radiated into my stomach and chest. It felt like it was swelling, building pressure inside me that made all my senses dim until all I could focus on was his dick in my cunt. It felt so good that I didn't give any thought to it as the swelling sensation picked up.

His thrusts sped up until he was pounding so fast and hard I couldn't keep my ass up and crumpled like wet origami. He kept going anyway. My pussy tensed and so did the rest of me. A bulge tugged at my opening and all I could think was, fuck yes, fill me up!

I convulsed in pleasure, my pussy clenching down just as he shoved his knot in. I squealed as the sudden pain of it cut short my orgasm and I was left contracting around something bigger than anything I'd ever taken. Spurts of hot cum filled my stretched cunt.

I came crashing back to reality, whimpering and shaking as the pain of friction burns hit me all at once on top of stretching that should not be physically possible for my stupid fragile pussy. The dog let go of my neck and panted in contentment.

I cursed and tried to shift my hips in the hopes I could pop the knot out. It didn't budge and instead tugged so painfully I shook. I tried to focus on my breathing as my eyes grew wet. This was not the sexy puppyboy knotting fantasy I had in mind.

I thought he was done, but he'd only paused. He started to rock again and I choked back a cry. I think he liked the noise as the rocks turned to thrusts, his cock barely moving from how tightly packed in it was, but I felt like he was going to scoop my guts out. It hurt so bad I couldn't even move.

I heard the telltale clack of a tranquilizer gun and a thwip as a dart smacked into the dog on top of me. He whimpered and snapped his head around to bite the air in the direction of its source. My bleary eyes turned to see my supervisor standing at the edge of the clearing with a guilty-looking Cameron at his side.

The dog's painful thrusts finally stopped entirely. He panted against me and slowly flattened. I grunted as drool smeared over my neck and then my shoulder, his muzzle sliding against me. My supervisor's boots crunched on the leaves as he approached.

"You're lucky it didn't try to eat you," he said curtly. I already knew that and simply grunted again. The dog's body went slack as it passed out but its knot kept twitching in me. I wanted it out as soon as possible but was terrified what that process would be like.

Mr. Price stepped beside me and tentatively nudged the dog's side with his boot. Cameron hovered a few feet away, bouncing his weight side to side.

"He's knotted," I warned when Mr. Price squatted.

"Damn, in your ass?" he asked. I pressed my lips together and chose not to answer in the hopes I could make it through this without outing myself to a man I'd had to listen to crack misogynistic jokes too many times to count. He turned to address Cameron. "There's a vending machine near the lot. Go get a bottle of water."

Cameron nodded and scurried off, but I asked, "What for?"

He leaned sideways into my line of sight. I did not appreciate the eye contact when I had a dick up me and quickly averted my eyes.

"Cold water to get the knot to deflate faster."

"Ah." I cleared my throat and shakily tried to push myself up to ease the building static in my limbs, but the dog was too heavy. I flattened back out with a sigh. Mr. Price exhaled like he was amused to see me struggle and I refused to look at him as he shifted to the right. He nudged the dog's hip.

"Don't," I warned through gritted teeth as I felt the knot tug. Mr. Price decided to get behind both of us and lifted the dog's tail to see the tie. I knew what he'd see wouldn't be what he expected and I inhaled.

I'm going to have to find a new job, I thought in a mix of annoyance and grief. I quite liked this one; it felt so much more meaningful than fine-tuning AI chatbots ever had.

A cold, rough hand curiously flitted over my dirty labia. I flinched and opened my mouth to tell him off for touching me without permission, only to pause. Telling a supervisor off probably wouldn't go well. I felt him poke at the tie between us.

"You know," Mr. Price said in a low voice, "I always assumed you were gay."

"I am," I grunted.

"Hmm."

My face burned. He brushed dirt and grime off my oversensitive clit, making me wince, then stood. He stepped around me and took out his phone. I didn't look at him as he went about texting someone, and I imagined he was outing me to coworkers or something. I should've moved to the gayborhood and gotten a job there. I don't know why I bothered trying to participate in circles I wasn't welcome in.

The knot was starting to deflate on its own by the time Cameron came back. He enthusiastically announced he'd acquired water, which Mr. Price swiped from him while telling him to go to the truck--he wanted the AC going for when he got there.

"But don't you need help carrying--" he started, only for Mr. Price to cut him off.

"Alex and I can carry it. Make sure the back's open for us."

Cameron bounced on his feet as Mr. Price approached me with a sweating bottle of Dasani. He wasn't about to argue though and turned heel and jogged off. I sighed and tilted my hips to angle better as my supervisor got behind us. He lifted the dog's tail and splashed cold water on us. It burned from how cold it was but I appreciated that it got some of the leaf litter to unstick from my grimy body. I felt the knot shift and with another splash of water, it popped out. Cum gushed out after it and everything burned.

I sighed and Mr. Price grabbed the dog by the armpits to haul it off me. I rolled onto my back and flexed each of my limbs to clear the pins and needles before shakily standing. I felt watery cum dribble down my leg but I ignored it in favor of pulling my pants up, ready to never have any of my colleagues see my genitals ever again.

He nodded at the dog and I hoisted its legs while he hoisted its torso. Its tan cock kept twitching as it softened, smeared with bodily fluids from both of us. It was fully human in form aside from the slight bulge from its deflated knot. I looked away and tried to focus on not tripping as we carried it back to the parking lot.

Mr. Price didn't talk while we walked. I assumed he was either annoyed at me for 'withholding information' or 'lying' or maybe that he was disgusted. The last time I was outed against my will was during college when my boss at a stupid retail place outed me as 'female' to coworkers following jokes about how I'd been assigned to clean the women's restroom. The shit that followed meant even though I now lived on the other end of the coast I still refused to step foot in a certain big box store. My annoyance slowly turned to nausea as I wondered what exactly Mr. Price was going to say to people and if I'd have to move not just jobs but homes.

"Don't drop it," he warned. I was sagging and quickly fixed my grip on the dog. We managed to haul him all the way to the truck and hoisted him in without issue. I thought that was the end of it, but before I could walk around to the passenger side, Mr. Price leaned over to me. "Come to my office after you've got the dog locked in."

My limbs felt numb. I nodded.