“Mmmmmf…” Meeped Copper Top, as the once confident policemare sputtered out a scared sound through the tight gag, that only a few minutes prior had been her freshly ironed tie. The professional accessory along with the rest of her once proud uniform stripped from her shoulders, the buttons on her shirt popping off one by one, like gunshots, before with a jerk the cotton was skinned off her back with a brisk yank. The wayward garment then bundled into a crumpled ball, that her now wriggling head was neatly resting upon like an unkempt pillow. The soft cotton doing little to make her feel more comfortable, as with her bare back resting on the cold steel of her car, she could not help but shudder at the unpleasant chill seeping into her haunches like a thousand frigid fingers. The icy caress creeping over her flesh, as the fettered female’s curvaceous figure was draped over the front of the car like a risqué hood ornament. Goosebumps already peppering her skin, as with gritted teeth, the ensnared equine forced herself through her mounting fear in an attempt to escape the manacles mounting her to her vehicle.

Copper acutely aware that the more attractive assets of her anatomy were on full display, though the bound bobby was unable to protect her violated modesty, as she could only quivered ineffectually now that the busty officer had been strapped down like some sort of erotic exhibition. Every facet of her confinement seeming to amplify her degradation, as any semblance of respect was robbed from her and replaced by demeaning signs of submission. The mare mewling through her constant state of repressed motion, as frantically fidgeted against her restraints in a desperate attempt to shirk her shackles, and restore some manner of dignity to her defiled person. Her bubbly buttocks bouncing off the hood of her patrol car with fleshy plaps, as she bucked about in a fumbling flail, but try as she might, her repurposed work equipment held firm, leaving her naked and shivering upon the bonnet of the vehicle, like some parody of a hunter’s trophy. The earth pony trying her best to spit out her gag, and call for help, but all she earned from this frantic endeavour was a sweat on her brow, and an ache in her legs as they began to cramp.

This stifled sensation a shared suffering with the gorgeous globes at her groin, as with each waning movement Copper became more and more aware of the close-fitting cuffs currently constricting her chubby crotchboobs. The choking clasp preventing the buxom breasts from properly breathing, as the stern steel was connected to a second pair slung around her neck, guaranteeing that every little motion dug into the soft tissue just enough to hurt, prompting the trapped teat to begin leaking lactate. The buttery cream drizzling out of the accidentally stimulated mammary glands, which painted the equine’s fur a milky white, as her bewildered biology instinctually responded to the strangling stimuli wrapped around her trapped titties. The binding collar throttling her boobies Copper’s caught cleavage open and exposed to her captor’s perverse manipulation, leaving the mare dreading that soon their curious hooves would be having their way with the shapely slabs of succulent breast meat, as they performed an invasively intimate inspection to claim a savouring taste of their forcefully presenting prize.

For now though, the mare’s melons seemed safe from molestation, as the goons in front of her seemed more interested in bickering than raping their well-upholstered prisoner. The two thugs gabbing about what they were going to do with the voluptuous constable, and through their meandering nattering they proposed several sinister possibilities for the pinned patrolmare. Each evil idea discussed aloud as the repulsive ruffian’s tormented Copper like a couple of hedonistic harpies. That blatantly rubbed in the mare’s complete lack of control of her looming future. The thoughts of helplessness making the mare want to cry, but she didn’t want to give these cretinous criminals the satisfaction of knowing they got to her. Instead, she just listened to babbling, and hoped they decided to use her as a hostage instead of some smutty sex toy, though unfortunately for her they seemed to have their minds set on more carnal pursuits over simple monetary gain.

“The fuzz won’t pay shit for her safe return, but I know Bug-Zapper, I’m sure we can sell this slut to her, Bug’s a bit of a bitch if she is in one of her moods, but she pays well for fresh mare meat,” proposed the first stallion, his voice phlegmy and unclean, matching the rest of his grotty street-hardened appearance. His partner seeming to mull it, before with a nasal snort he tossed another suggestion into the already muddy mix of insidious ideas.

“I would prefer to use this cunt as a cock sleeve, and when I get bored of that push in her ponut, as I bet this copper has a right tight ass on her…They always do,” sneered the second stallion, as he gave his own preferred plan of how he wanted this to play out, before he reached over and cupped a feel of the wriggling cop’s plump undercarriage. The hooligan's hoof sinking into her right breast like pliant putty as perused the erogenous extremity with a salacious series of squeezes, squishing the doughy dollop so that he could sadistically savour every little cringe that eked out of Copper’s frightened frame. The grimace inducing dehumanization gratifying to her deviant detainers, as the lustful look was shared between the pitiless pair, showing a united sentiment, though for the time being the first stallion was still thinking with his head, rather than the desires of his dick. The two’s lust clear, as just from the way they were staring it was quite clear that they both wanted to experience everything that sat between their ample prisoners trembling thighs. The needs of the flesh lapping at their libidos, begging them to give in and rub away any resistance, until Copper’s tender wholes were perfectly moulded to the girth of their thick manhood’s, as at this point the mare was just a snug set of inviting orifices to be fucked and enjoyed, and it was foolish to think of her as anything more from the moment they had stripped her of her authoritative wrapper.

“Why not both, we can wear her rubber down a bit, and after we have had our fun, we can sell her to Bug and make a few extra bits on the side,” compromised the first stallion, which immediately earned a grunt of agreement, as they both seemed to come to the same conclusion on what to do with the bound beauty before then at the same time. The second stallion rubbing his chin for a moment as though he was pondering something, before with a sinister smile he added one final caveat to their plan of action with a malicious snicker.

“I got an even better idea, why don’t we push some apples up her arse and pussy once we break the bitch in good like, as you know they ain't no fun when they get all loose and limp. Also means we can double dip and sell the slut, as I'm sure a couple of apples would be more than enough to pad out her weight on the scales, which means more coin for us, as I have heard Bug pays by the pound……”

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Copper Top responds to a call, only to be captured by a pair of street thugs who have some very unpleasant ideas on what to do with their policemare prisoner...

A Collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one featuring the artwork they initially did for the "Ponies on Patrol" art pack, which was to raise money for a police horse charity. The DNP on the pack has long since passed, and as such it is now free and lemoned for all to enjoy :)

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