Jailhouse Rock Alt

" Prisoner 2369" by Kulkum

“Prisoner 2369: Bellwether, Dawn! Step into the transfer room and prepare for weapons search.”

The voice of the swine still managed to annoy her, even if the annoyance had dampened in the months since the end of her trail. Swineton, who managed to remind her time and time again that she was going to be behind bars for a good long while, had an odd little smirk on her snout as she led the dainty sheep into a room that was empty aside from a desk, a single chair, and what she could assume was a two-way mirror.

“Hooves on the desk, 2369,” she said simple, waving her forward.

The former very short term mayor did as she was told without a word, even if her mind grumbled about the omnivore being just another predator when her hooves were placed on the edge of the desk. That she felt the pig enjoyed these searched a little more than she should didn’t seem to dissuade her from sliding her own hooves over the sheep’s slender body in the orange jumpsuit. Dawn was mildly surprised when the search ended in a professionally quick pat down before the pig pulled away, the sheep looking through her thick glasses as the guard moved towards the door and opened it.

Her eyes widened when through the door stepped her psychiatrist. Her head shrinker. A wolf dressed in neat gray slacks and a white button up shirt that he always looked like he was about to rip through when he moved. She was pretty sure that this little detail was Lionheart’s doing, as payback maybe for getting him removed as mayor. Now that he had roared his way back into office, he certainly had the sway. She ignored that little tickle in her belly and the heating of her cheeks when she turned to face her gaze firmly away from him.

Just another predator, Bellwether. Just because he’s kind to you doesn’t mean he’s different. And he’s not at all attractive. And even if he was…

“Dawn,” he said, in a voice that had both soothed and excited her from the first time she’d heard it. “You’re here today because we’re going to advance your treatment to the next stage. Do you know what that is?”

“How should I know?” she snapped, her voice weaker than she otherwise would have wanted it when she heard him walk up behind her. She started to turn around, only to stay as she was after a sharp look from Swineton.

“I know you’ve been watching me, Dawn,” he said, his voice lowering to a gentle timbre as his paw came out to rest on her hip. She wanted to pull away. At least, she should have wanted to pull away, but the gentle squeeze had her buttocks clenching and her sex tingling in a whole new way as her eyes widened when he continued. “Wolf nose, after all. I can smell you during our talks. You don’t really hate predators. You’ve just been treated badly.”

She heard the sound of a zipper falling and turned her head tentatively to see his paw fish the biggest cock she had ever seen out of his pants. Her mouth went dry. Maybe because all of the moisture in her body seem to suddenly bloom in her pussy as the crimson length came into view.

“All you have to do is admit you want it,” he rumbled, and because he obviously knew she did his free paw cupped the crotch of her orange jumpsuit. “And let me show you that predators and prey are perfectly capable of living in harmony.”

“I…” she began, licking her lips as pleasure bolted through her and lust very nearly caused her to orgasm on the spot. “I do.”

“Good,” that perfectly seductive voice said, the tone pleased. “I think this shows great progress. Now let’s see how much more we can make with these more intense seasons.”