The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and all should be well with the world this summer afternoon. As the patrol car drifts down the residential streets, the officer inside is thinking mostly of the long lunch break he just enjoyed at home with his wife, and whether to go heavy on the bench press or the squat at the gym later.

He absentmindedly waves back at the small figure sitting under a shady tree, and it is only some cop instinct that makes him stop the car and get out, walking back the twenty meters.

"Oh, hi again, Mr. Karmandel," she says, tilting her head back abruptly to look up at the tall rat.

He frowns as he notices the jerkiness of her gesture.

"Hi Nye, why are you sitting here? You're only halfway home."

She shrugs, and shifts her gum back from her cheek to start blowing a bubble.

"Just didn't feel like walking just now," she says through the sticky mass.

"Right. And where did you get that gum?"

The officer looks very alert now, as the ratling opens her book bag and jerks out a garish foil pack, spilling the white sticks on the grass with her sudden movement.

"Umm, I found it? It was just lying there, that's OK then, isn't it? It tastes real good!"

She leans over to pick a stick from the grass, aiming her hand at it carefully. Her legs spread wide, displaying her long tail as she struggles back upright against the tree trunk and holds it up. Her smile is wide, almost a grimace.

"You should try, it's strawberry."

Karmandel just holds up his hand as he steps back, keying the radio to talk to his controller.

"Yeah, it's me... Jake, I'm afraid the damn chimps are at it again... Yeah... Bubble gum this time, looks like... Just one... Old man Kurat's Nirika... Yeah, it's a shame... Oh, I can handle it, but better get the medic out here before she starts a scare in the neighborhood... And send out the sniffers quick, willya, there's probably more of the stuff lying round."

He sighs and shrugs as she watches Nirika pop the stick in her mouth and start chewing again. Taking a plastic evidence bag from his pocket, he starts collecting the rest, carefully not touching them with his bare fingers.

"Nye, you can't sit there all afternoon. Can you stand up?"

He picks up the book bag by its strap, as she pushes away from the tree and ends up on all fours, giggling again.

"My legs are weird..."

He reaches down for her upper arm, gently pulling her up and guiding her uneven steps towards the wagon. She leans against the side, shaking and panting from the effort, but her eyes are fixed on the officer's face as she runs her free hand over the grey fur below her tank top, emphasizing the flatness of her belly. He sees how it moves in time with her breath, jerking in, then out.

"I'm weird all over!"

She tilts out her hip, licking her lips as her hand slides down over the denim shorts. Karmandel nods to himself, face neutral, as he sees the well known symptoms unfold. By the time he has dropped the bag and the evidence on the passenger seat and gotten the back door open, she is gyrating like a hula hoop dancer, totally focussed on the new sensations in her body.

"I ... think I've got too many clothes on. I'm so hot..."

The officer catches her around the chest just as her knees buckle. Her fur is warm to the touch, matted with sweat as he lifts her inside the cruiser. She giggles as she falls flat on her face on the grey plastic sheet covering the floor, and twists around onto her back while pushing her top up with shaking hands. Once freed, her new little breasts spring out, nipples hard.

"Please... I don't know what's happening..."

"You shouldn't have chewed that gum, Nye, that's what. But we'll help you, don't worry."

She manages to open two buttons in her shorts before she gives up, arching back on heels and shoulders as her hands go to the nubs on her chest, looking up needfully at the male who is on the radio again.

"Jake, when will the damn medic be there? ... You're not saying? She'll be done by then I'm sure... Right. Then I'm gonna take care of her now, OK?... Yeah, it works much quicker than the old ones."

Karmandel sighs as he leans into the back of the car, looking down at the trembling Nirika. With the practiced movements of a first aider, he gets her shorts opened and works them down over her slender legs and long clawed feet, taking the white cotton panties along.

"Turn over now, I'll give you what you need."

The ratling looks at him for a few seconds before the words sink in, then she mewls and does as she's told. She is pushed up in the corner behind the back seat, neck twisted as the big male fits himself in behind her and pulls the door closed, but she is eagerly coiling her tail around him and pressing her little rump back against his crotch, her feverish body transmitting its heat through the fabric of the uniform trousers.

The result is inevitable, and when Karmandel finally gets his cock free, it is well on its way to a complete erection. He rubs the head along the slit of the little female, wetting it thoroughly before bringing himself to full hardness with a few strokes of his hand. She is already gasping for breath, writhing with increasing discomfort as the poison starts to destroy her body, but when he inserts the shaft she seems to relax. And after three forceful thrusts, she starts to push back, entering the rhythm instinctually as she cries out in relief.

The wagon rocks with the movements of the mismatched couple, but the sound that is heard outside is the rattling when Nirika throws herself against the side panel. Her slender waist almost slips from the grasp of the male when he leans back to keep his face safe from her lashing tail, and the shaking gets more furious as the fucking goes on, her tight sex moving rapidly up and down the cock inside her and stimulating it almost painfully.

And then it's over. The ratling yelps loudly as the final paroxysm takes her, stiffening her body and limbs and triggering her orgasm. Karmandel groans and keeps thrusting as she bears down hard on him, waves of contractions milking his shaft. By the time he cums himself, some half minute later, the contractions are still happening, but the muscles under his hands are hard as wood. Stiff silence has long replaced her frantic panting, her chest muscles cramped tight just as her heart is.

The officer sighs and disengages himself from the dead girl. While he uses a wet wipe and brings his uniform in order, he hears the rustling as still tightening muscles fight their battles, shaking the little body as it slowly rises onto fingers and toes.

"Oh, there you were... I see you managed without me."

The paramedic grins as the officer opens the door and climbs down, craning past him to catch a glimpse of Nirika and the fur between her legs, matted with sweat and mixed secretions.

"Yeah, well... you know how it is. It wasn't easy, but they suffer so if you leave them alone."

The medic lets out a huge laugh.

"Right. As if you had to. You're authorized to use a neck shot if they're beyond help, you know."

The other male shrugs, and waves his hand at the houses.

"And be sure to make a disturbance? Or you could have hurried up with the morphine, saved me the trouble, how about that?"

He leans on the edge of the compartment and wipes his brow.

"And I just did the wifey three times on my break, didn't make it easier. I really hate that those dirty apes keep using poison on our kids."

Nirika's tail is stiff like a spear when the medic pulls at it, toppling the rigid corpse on its side. He shrugs and steps back.

"I'll never get that in a body bag, you'll have to run it in to the morgue. So tell me, what do you do if it's a male and you can't use the gun?"

Karmandel grins and slams the rear door closed, turning around to walk to the driver's door.

"That never happened yet, you know. And I don't think it will."