Roy and story by me

Alpha belongs to  bravepupper

Art and Aaron by  leo-artis

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“I think he did it, but I just can’t prove it.” The polar bear says, looking over the rather large amount of paperwork in his desk. During the 5 years working as a detective in the city’s financial crime department, Roy had gotten used to reading through a crap ton of documents lined with tiring information about financial transactions and lots, lots of numbers and percentages. It wasn’t a job for the easily bored, especially because the devil was in the details when it came to that type of criminal activity. Only the most attentive of people would figure out the missing numbers here and there. Not a lot individually, but when you added them up… it would be enough to feed entire buildings for a good time. The bear was pretty good at his job, he thought, and in those years Roy had rounded up quite a lot of Jordan Belfort-wannabes who thought they would go unnoticed stealing a couple million dollars from their companies (which, to be fair, that amount of money really is peanuts to those big corpos). However, the latest case had the detective grasping at straws.
“You checked it again?” Asked Aaron Tyrone. The tiger was a detective too, not at financial, but at vice. However, he and Roy had worked on quite a few cases together, seeing as money laundering and drug trafficking were quite connected, to say the least, and thus had become sort of friends. “Yes! I checked it four fucking times, man. But this bitch is really good at hiding his stuff. Everything he put down in these documents is legit. I can’t figure out where the hell he’s hiding the money he got.”
“Well, no money, no crime.” Aaron responds. Roy’s newest case was a guy named Alpha. Officially, he was just a financial manager for an up-and-coming stock brokerage firm. Unofficially, his social media showed the Doberman-German Shepherd in a variety of fancy situations: high society parties, all sorts of yachts, living in mansions and traveling all over the world in private jets, situations of which were very contradictory with the dog’s wage of 7 thousand dollars, which would lend him maybe one private jet travel a year if he saved up. Besides the lack of bikini-clad models in his photos, those were all tell-tale signs of someone who wasn’t reporting his full earnings to the IRS, but who was dumb enough to share what he did with the extra money.
Except for the fact that Roy had gone through all of Alpha’s papers in the firm, and found 0 evidence of any extra expense, or any irregular transactions. “Fuck… bastard discovered a new way to conceal money, perhaps?” Aaron asks. “Nah, he’s dumb enough to be posing as a millionaire on Insta, he definitely wouldn’t be smarter than the men I caught. There’s gotta be something missing here.” Roy reorganizes the papers in his desk and gets up. The tiger accompanies him.
“Let’s start with the basics. To launder money, that guy needs money to launder in the first place. It’s definitely not from his salary, he’s not an heir of anything… and I somehow doubt he’d be involved with drug trafficking.” “No, there ain’t no doubt about that. Heh, the way dude is he would have live streamed his client doing coke.” “I think the likeliest way for someone like him is insider trading. Helps that his firm is up-and-coming, so as it grows, so will he.” “I agree with your theory. But how do we prove it? We can’t really get a wiretap or even search warrant based on suspicions.” Roy smiles at that. “Well, somebody’s gotta catch him out.”
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“Hey! What’s the fucking deal? I have my rights, you know?” Alpha screamed. The Doberman-Shepherd was currently in an interrogation room in the vice part of the precinct. Aaron and Roy had driven to his work place and quietly whisked him away from there under the pretense of needing to interrogate him in regards to the firm. The dog didn’t even question the fact that they were going after a seemingly unimportant worker rather than the top dogs, or their lack of warrants. Alpha only realized something was wrong when, inside the room, they suddenly cuffed his hands behind his back and lifted him onto the table. The canine was quite a big man himself, but the strength of the two men was more than enough to carry him like he was made of paper.
Laying above the table, Aaron had his arms around the dog’s torso, as Alpha struggled against the tiger’s own body. The feline’s hand had unbuttoned most of the wine red dress shirt Alpha was wearing, his black tie thrown over his shoulders; as such his thin but muscular belly was exposed, and Aaron had his hand on it. As for Roy, who had grabbed the canine by his legs instead, the polar had put on an extra pair of cuffs on the dog’s ankles. Alpha thought it was overkill, considering he wasn’t going anywhere with those two all over him like this. However, while he didn’t think much of the tiger unbuttoning his shirt, he definitely started to sweat when he saw and felt the polar bear start to untie and remove his dress shoes.
“Wh-what the hell are you doing? Leave my shoes alone! Do you know how much they cost? More than your monthly salary I can assure!” Alpha says both angrily and with a hint of smugness. “Our monthly salary is bigger than yours, mr. Alpha. So could you tell us how you managed to afford these? Or any of the things you post in your social media?” Roy asks back, as he throws the shoes to the side, the canine’s large feetpaws now only having black sheer socks, which the polar also begins slowly removing.
“N-none of your business, bitch! W-what I buy a-and where my money comes from is my concern!” Though he attempts to keep on the bravado, both the question and removal of his socks are clearly breaking his spirit. Alpha gulps. “Well, it is my concern, you see. Very much so. I’m hired to investigate guys like you, who steal and think they can get away with it. So tell us now, how did you get that extra money, hmm? What info did you trade and to who?” The polar asks, as he finishes taking off the socks from the Doberman-Shepherd, revealing his big soles: brown furred like most of Alpha’s body, but with 4 toe pads and a big one that were a cute shade of peach pink.
“I’ll tell you n-nothing! I have a right to remain silent! And to get a lawyer! A-and not to incriminate myself!” The canine is sweating rather heavily now, nervous from how his paws were exposed and vulnerable now, as well as his torso. He almost yelps as he feels the bear’s palms start to touch his feet, Roy feeling them rather intensely. “So soft… glad we got you while you were at work. Those dress shoes make any paws very soft and sensitive after being worn.” Alpha is horrified at those words, and angrily snarls at Roy. “Grrrr… g-get the hell away from my feet, you fucking pervert! I d-demand to be let go!” “Oh you demand? How cute is that, Roy?” Aaron jokes. “Very cute. Puppy thinks he has any choice here. Listen, bucko, either you tell us everything about how you’re insider trading willingly, or we’ll persuade you with our methods.” He then puts his right index claw on the main pad of the canine. “And we can be very persuasive.”
Alpha gulps again, as he frantically looks to the side, hoping any salvation would come. He was almost on his way to confessing… until his braveness gets the best of him. He was a tough dog, goddamnit! A mix between two of the fiercest breeds there was out there! He wasn’t called Alpha for nothing, he was no Pomeranian! No way he was gonna let these two chumps get the truth out of him, no siree. Alpha straightens his face and puts on a smug smile. “Heh. Do your worst, assholes. You won’t get a single peep out of me. I am an innocent man.”
“Alright. We’ll see how innocent you are after we’re done.” Aaron snickers. While his hand had been standing on the dog’s torso for some time, it was only now that its presence there truly began to be felt. The tiger begins lightly wiggling his fingers on the canine’s abs, his claws digging through the light brown fur and scratch the skin beneath; for someone whose abs were rather muscular and well defined, Alpha’s stomach felt soft and almost squishy to the cop’s digits, and they easily glide around, digging in everywhere on the lower torso.
“Hmmph…. Grrrrr… s-stohohop thahat! I-is this sohome form of johoke? Tihickling?” Of all the things he expected the cops to do to him, tickling was very down on the list. Alpha might have been a strong dog, but despite all that bravado, he had a very embarrassing weakness: the Doberman-Shepherd was very, very ticklish. It was rarely used against him; few dared to seriously use such a childish thing against a big guy like him, but the very few times it was done, Alpha completely lost it. Case in point: Aaron was barely even doing anything to his abs, but he was in the verge of bursting out in laughter. But he had to persevere…
Then he feels Roy start to drag that damn index claw around the big pad in his right foot. His feet were already a big weak spot, but those who had taken advantage of him before would know that his pads were the weak spot’s weak spot. Sensitive, soft and with a coloring that just screamed “tickle me!”. At least that’s what Roy thought, as the polar traces circles, spirals, stars, numbers, letters and just random shapes just on that pad, as if it was the world’s softest canvas. “Nohohohoho, nohohot the fuhuhucking pahahads!” Alpha struggles more and more to keep (most) of his laughter in, not made easier when the polar starts to trace his other index claw on the dog’s left pad.
“Damn, that’s one sensitive doggy we got, huh? All those muscles for nothing when you can’t even take some tickling.” Aaron says evilly, as his hand moves on to target Alpha’s sides, even more soft than his belly, and making the dog squirm even harder in his grasp. “Shuhuhuhut the fuhuhuhuck uhuhup! I’ll fuhuhucking suhuhue yohou twoho after I’m ohohohout!” Roy snickers. “Sue us? For what? Giving you a little tickling? Do you really want to be known as a weak dog who couldn’t resist a few tickles? Is that where you want your reputation to end? In the fucking gutter?” Roy lays in with venom. Alpha blushes deeply as his face contorts; the bear wasn’t lying, if it became public information that he was this weak to tickling, who would ever take him seriously again? But on the other hand, he wasn’t sure how much more he could endure…
The situation is only worsened when Roy deviously starts to add his other finger claws to the torment, all of which follow along the index claw in the same row, rhythmically gliding along the dog’s pads as if they were Olympic gymnasts. Of course, as big as the pads were, there was plenty of space in the rest of those soles, so the claws deviate from their path some times to scratch along Alpha’s arches, heels, and the pads on his toes, the latter of which wiggle rather cutely when targeted. The polar can swear he hears the canine’s giggling raise in pitch and intensity. Aaron follows his partner and adds his other hand to the torso tickles, one hand scribbling the sides and the other the abs.
“Gahahahahahaha! Gaa- grrr…” Alpha opens his mouth, and it almost looks as if he’s gonna talk, until he quickly and painfully bites his tongue, and resumes his unmanly giggles. “He’s losing it, Roy.” “On record time, too. Not even 10 minutes!” Not even 10 minutes?! Holy fuck, Alpha thought at least half an hour had passed, from how much time it felt he was being tormented by those creeps. The canine was getting real doubts about his ability to withstand this for much longer, which is only exacerbated when, out of nowhere, the polar starts moving his claws much faster and without any sense of pattern; Roy scratches the entirety of the Doberman-Shepherd’s soles however much he can.
“Nohohohoho! BAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUCK YOHOU! I’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!” Alpha screams. He has began to sweat, and tears start to form in his eyes, as his body screams for him to put an end to that. He lets out a girly squeal when Roy inserts his claws on the gaps between his toes and begins wildly scribbling. “Threatening an officer? That means extra punishment for you, pup.” Aaron gleefully says, as he too begins moving his claws much faster on Alpha’s upper body, which earns them another squeal from the dog and a more intense laughter.
Some 15 minutes after (which felt like hours to the ticklish canine), and Alpha was sweaty all over, tears were constantly streaming from his eyes, and his body began to be sore from thrashing that much. When he realizes he truly can’t take it, he screams. “OHOHOHOKAY! I COHOHONFESS! I SOHOHOLD INFOHOHO FROHOHOM THE FIRM!”, he says between laughs. To his relief, the two cops stop the tickling instantly. “Heh, didn’t take that much, did it, pup?” Roy begins rubbing the canine’s paws, which had acquired a rather cute pinkish tone from the tickling. “So, tell us all. How are you laundering your stuff?”
“L-launder? I… I’m not laundering anything…” He says, defeatedly. Roy and Aaron look at each other in confusion. Was he lying? But if he had already confessed to insider trading, why would he lie about the other stuff? “Uh, so what are you doing with the money, big guy?” Aaron asks. “U-using it to enjoy myself…? All that stuff you two probably saw in my Insta… I get the cash in specie and stuff it behind my closet, and when I want to do something with it I grab some…” He says, heavy breathing between. The two cops have an incredulous look in their faces, and Roy soon has a smile as well.
“W-what? You were just using all your money without laundering it?” Aaron asks, laughing as he does so. “Uh, yeah? Do you have to launder it or something?” “Dude, financial crime 101. Any money you make illicitly HAS to be laundered first before you use it, otherwise the IRS is gonna come knocking on your door asking how you afforded another luxury cruise to the Bahamas with your 7 thousand wage. What are you, nuts?” Roy asks, dumbfounded. “I, uh… didn’t know that, haha. The guy who pays me never told me any of that.” “I think he assumed you’d have the common sense to know it if you were willing to get into this world, kiddo.” Aaron responds. “Oh. I guess I’m gonna do that next time then- I mean, fuck! I mean-“
“Yeah, yeah, quit your bullshit, pup. We all know you’ll be back to doing it as soon as you get out of jail.” Roy chuckles and Alpha sweats and gulps. “Hey Roy? C’mere for a bit.” Aaron lets the canine go, and he lays on the table, exhausted. The cops go to a corner of the room, out of Alpha’s ear range. “This dude is a total amateur.” Aaron says. “Yep. Can’t believe I wasted my time with him. Another week or two and the IRS would’ve been at his door.” “Yeah. So I was thinking…”
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Two minutes later, the cops are back and Alpha sits up. “We got a little proposal for you, pup.” Roy says, back at the canine’s feet. “Hmmm? The fuck you want?” The dog responds with a tired expression. “Since you’re clearly out of your league, my colleague and I took a little pity on you. You’re not nearly hard edged enough to be an actual threat to anybody but a fly, and you would not want to know the kind of prison they send financial criminals to. Your fancy little ass wouldn’t last a month there. Plus, you wouldn’t be employed anywhere after you left, as no company wants a snitch.” Alpha’s face is a combination of fear and outrage, the latter mostly on the “weak” accusation. But the canine simply nods.
“So?” “So we were thinking of letting you go.” Aaron says. “W-what? What kind of trick is this?” “No tricks, pup. You’re too small of a fish for the likes of us. We just have two things you need to do.” Alpha growls muffled, he didn’t like the sound of that at all. But if it meant he would be let go, there was little he could do. “What is it?” Roy chuckles. “Good. Well, first of all, the name of the guy who you sold your info to. We won’t mention you, of course. I’d also delete all that stuff you post around. Wanna spend your stuff without laundering it? Go ahead, but at least don’t make it so easy for the IRS to track you. Learn how to launder, it’s not that hard, heh.” Alpha nods. He supposed the dude who paid him deserved a pummeling for not telling him how to manage the money, but being arrested was good enough too. “Alright. What’s the second?”
Aaron moves behind Alpha, and puts his hand on the dog’s belly again, while Roy pulls out what looks to be some sort of scrub brush. “We spend a few more hours ‘interrogating’ you today. And each day during this week. Maybe even a few days more if well more ‘info’ is necessary.” The bear has the widest smile he could possibly have, while Alpha’s face is in pure horror. Hours? He could barely last 25 minutes, much less that much… and multiples days too? He was gonna go mad!
Alpha gulps. “D-do it. Whatever.” His voice is of pure defeat, the bravado being literally tickled out of him. “Good boy.” Aaron places his hands inside the Doberman-Shepherd’s armpits and starts wildly scratching there, the hollows soft and apparently very sensitive, as Alpha jolts upwards and starts laughing as loud as he was before. As for the polar, he moves back to the canine’s paws and starts brushing those large and sensitive soles with the tool in his hand, the bristles making a nauseating sound as they traveled all over, as they tickled every spot they could touch, and even managing to hit the toe gaps when they were swept over the toes.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Only a couple of minutes in, and Alpha was screaming-laughing, No longer even managing to form sentences, he resigned himself to his fate as the harsh tickling went on for what felt like days. Every now and then the cops would stop to give the canine a breather so he wouldn’t pass out, giving him some water. Twice Aaron left the room and came back with more stuff to add to the torment. Baby oil that Roy applied to Alpha’s soles, which somehow made them even more sensitive than they naturally were and made the brush and claws (which Roy was now using simultaneously with the brush) glide even more easily. Twine to tie his toes back to the ankle cuffs so that the polar could target his toe gaps more easily. Two electric toothbrushes that the tiger swept all over Alpha’s abs and armpits. Somehow they even snuck in a red ball gag to silence him. They even used his black tie as a makeshift blindfold, which also increased his sensitivity, as he couldn’t even see where the tickling was coming from.
“HMMHMHMMMHMMMMMHMM” He would eventually be let go. After all, at least 4 hours had passed. But for now, Alpha was no longer a hot shot trader. He was these two’s tickle toy. And what better way to confirm that than the fact that halfway through the “interrogation” his tail started to wag whenever they were tickling him? He didn’t even ask for mercy during the breaks anymore. “Good pup.”