You are just about to blow into the Rabbit woman's valve when you hear a whirring sound above you. It's a bit like a helicopter, but it sounds smaller, like a child's remote control helicopter. You look up, just as a bright light shines down on you, your poodle-dick, and your deflated friend. The whirring is getting closer, but you can't see anything but the spotlight hovering about 25 feet above you.
"Step away from the bunny-loon," says a voice through a loudspeaker. There is the usual amount of interference, but you clearly make out an authoritative female voice. Now you're confused. You automatically hold up your hands and stand up. Whatever the whirring noise was, it has stopped. The light is still in your eyes, but it's source is now coming from the ground just a few feet away. The voice booms again, "Keep your hands on your head and turn around..slowly". Not knowing what else to do, you comply.
The light suddenly disappears, and you feel strong hands grab your arms and secure them behind your back. Rather than hearing the ::click:: of handcuffs, you hear some squeaks and a snap that sounds like a rubber band.
"Ouch," you say, "what's going on?"
"Quiet, Donkey-boy, or I'll quiet you down myself." The figure comes into your field of vision and you can see that she is very tall, over 6-feet. Her latex skin dark blue, which suits her role as some sort of police officer. She wears no clothing except for a black utility belt and a blue cap. Her belt contains limp rubber bands, which you assume were the same ones used to secure you hands, and an over-sized safety pin in a holster- a potentially lethal weapon to an anthro-balloon! Her species is definitely canine, most likely a doberman, based on her thin head and pointed snout. Your eyes are drawn to her eight breasts, all d-cup, which run down the front of her body. Her eyes meet yours, and she notices you checking her out. "Sit down, pervert1" she says sternly and pushes you into a sitting position.
From the ground, you can see that the cop is wearing some kind of backpack with small helicopter blades on the back. She slips out of this harness and detaches a small CO2 canister from her belt pouch. She walks over to the deflated bunny-girl and speaks to her softly. "Don't worry, dear, we'll have you up and around in no time". The police dog then places the canister into the bunny-girl's air valve and a hissing sound began. The woman's pink latex body began to take on her over-exaggerated hourglass form once again. Her breasts perked up and her eyes once again took on their strange intelligence.
"Oh, thank you, Trixie," said the rabbit-girl, kissing the cop deeply on the muzzle. "He deflated me, and I was afraid of what he might do to me when I was helpless." The cop turns her head and glares down at you, raising her latex lip and exposing blue, rubber teeth. "He even threatened to POP me," she said sobbing.
Now growling, the cop bends down to where you are sitting. "What do you have to say for yourself," she asks. "Wait, she's not telling you everything," you say. "She deflated me first...and look what she did to my dick!" You angle your body so that you poodle pops out, the latex glaring in the moonlight. The cop looks puzzled for a second and moves in for a closer look. Cautiously she sniffs the poodle-dick, which sends waves of pleasure rippling through your body.
"Ah, I see," she says, "You've only recently turned, am I right?" You look up at her, hopefully. "Yes. Yes, that's right," you say. Now you're waiting for what happens next...