Warning this story is rated NC 17. Contains yaoi, anal, male anthro sex, mature language, and graphic content. You have been warned. If you don’t like such things, please don’t read it. Simple no? This is a parody done for adult entertainment value only. Remember it’s just a story so don’t take it seriously. No anthros were harmed in the writing of this story.

Disclaimer: Lupin III © Monkey Punch. Characters Jigen Lion and Ashley Kaibu Coon © SunCoon Spug the Trigger Itch, Lupin III Yaoi artist/writer supreme.


This story happens right before Spug’s L3Y fiction “In The Name of the Law”.

Dedicated to Spug, with much admiration and respect, to an artist that knows how to draw funny sexy yiff and writes a darn sexy tale to boot. Godspeed, buddy. Thanks for the artistic inspiration that helped to me dig out my old Lupin III stories and share them.

Email comments to: janethrhian@hotmail.com

INTERROGATION FILE 01: Taming The Beast
A Lupin III Anthro Erotica Written by Janeth “Java G” Rhian


The interior of the police station was as quiet as speedway at rush hour. The trenched coated raccoon gave his “package” a shove in the direction of the interrogation room with a nonplussed look of hate crossing his gray-black muzzle.

His “package” was a skinny, mangy lion sheathed in a threadbare gray pinstriped suit with a battered matching fedora pulled mysterious over his hooded expression. That ever present cigarette dangling half out his mouth. The damn kid had had that stupid thing in his all the way down to the station. He didn’t even smoke it. Not that the Inspector gave him any chance to. The lion made no show of tolerance or hatred at being taken in. He just slumped there, draped in chair with the boneless grace that all felines exhibited with their breed, his one leg crossed over the other, silent as tomb.

The raccoon shuffled the task of paper work onto his subordinate. Long hours had been spent catching this perpetrator.

Jigen Diasuke. An ex-enforcer of the Chicago Mafia. He had made a street rep for himself and taken on the most hardened bloody jobs all before he hit thirty. Now he was running with wolf named Lupin III, a young international gentlemen thief, who’s penchant for fast times, large than life heists, and beautiful women were making a mockery of the ICPO. The thin scarecrow of a lion didn’t look all that much like a killer. Heck, even his mane is just starting of come in along his face. But the Inspector knew that looks can be deceiving in his line of work. His skinny legs sheathed in threadbare trousers. His suit looked well worn or was it that he wit wit well?

Hours had gone by getting this crook to talk. The round robin of who was going to piss off whom next rattled through the day. The raccoon hide a sigh. He was too old for this kind of shit. But he loved his job. And he loved beating down punk ass even more. All in the line of duty. Protect and serve that was his motto.

All until the minute the lion opened his smart mouth and mouthed off at him … then it become personal

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I looked down at him and he was staring at me from across the table of the interrogation room. He was one of those smoldering punks from the backstreets of Chicago. This was one of the best of the best from the windy city. His blatant contempt for the law undoubtedly harbors a need to have his ass kicked until the cute butt bled raw for a solid week.

And I was the one who caught him. My eyes never left him. That lazy-eyed smirk never left his pretty mouth. That cig was still moving from side to side over a wide thin-lipped mouth. Long whip-like tail shunting and twitching like felines always do when they’re bored.

You bored?

He was a young lion. Cuffed and restrained, the king of beasts was caged, but not tamed. A ratty fedora perched on his mop of dark hair. Black coat turn down and inside out around his elbows. Three buttons ripped open revealing golden brown fur chest that looked warm to the touch.

Skinny little lion.
Caught by a big ol’ coon.
Who’s the king of beasts now, punk?

I hated him. I hated his smart mouthed, fucking ass. Disrespecting the law. Disrespecting me. My long gray and black ringed tail thrashed with chained angst.

“What are you staring at?”

The cancer stick danced in that pretty mouth. “I’m starin’ at you.” The voice matched the look that peered out form under the rim of the hat. Thick black hair, a couple months worth of a beard created the beginnings of a mane boarded his wide long face. He had these dark eyes that could rip through fur and flesh with a hard glance. His lean, tawny body was as sleek as a 1981 Harley-Davidson on crack and a mouth that would look delicious and incredible with him kneeling before a pagan god of sex. Eyes the color of dark chocolate M&M candies smoldered in quiet hatred back at the police inspector. was was hot.

I wanted to melt in that pink pretty mouth. I wanted to pound that pert ass with my cock, and then pound his smirking maw with my fists.

Or visa versa. Either way the lawbreaker needed to learn that not all their illicit kind get way with trouble. I was the long arm of the law. And pretty lion boy needed to be schooled proper like in the ways of decent living.

I stood up straight against the table. I knew that my six foot, six inches of iron-pumped muscle would be intimidating even to a shit head like him. But he wasn’t scared. He just sat there waiting, tail twitching, glaring back at me.

Was this love?
Was this lust?
Definitely a little of both.
Kinda spicey like Thai food.

I’ll have an order of Kung Po Walnut Prawns to go with a slice of that there sensuous lion on the side.

Forbidden and nasty.

“You want a piece of me?” The sneer wrapped around that bent cigarette growled on his tongue for a second then pulled back into that fuck-you-to-hell-in-back grin.

Don’t you know when to quit, jerk? You got no where to go.

I moved toward him very slowly. He simply had no fear of me. This was going to be nasty. Just the way I liked it. I love it when they hard ball. I stood looming above him as he sat lazily in chair. The blood on his face had dried. I only topped him by at frt from this position. Up close, he was even hotter.

“Yeah, I want a piece of you.” I put my face in his. I could smell the smoke in his mane. His lovely eyes were still dripping with loathing, but half way hidden under the stiff felt brim. “You’re going to sign this confession.”

Those long lazy shrugs of his shoulders gave way to a longer feline yawn. “Nope. Ain’t gonna. I keep tellin’ ya, Sherlock, I’m not the one who belongs here in prison.”

The interrogation was going no where. Round and round. Just to see who could piss off whom more. The raccoon pulled out all the tricks he knew how to crack that tough shell. Hours and hours this game went on. Inner struggles between a cop and a crook. Still the little piss ant refused to spill his guts. They grow them mean and hard in Chicago. I noticed how dainty his frame was in the fitted suit and, not for first time, did he glance at the moving mouth wrapped around a half smoked cigarette. It was like it was a part of his body … just like that stupid hat perched on his head. Inspector Ashley Kaibu, the ICPO detective, was assigned to capture this particular criminal months ago. The chase had led him to a back alley where the nicotine starved lion had gone out for a pack of smokes and ended up wearing the silver bracelets around his wrists like a wedding ring.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Why don’t you belong here?” Anything to get him to sign that damn scrape of paper so I could throw horryorry butt in jail. The older raccoon cocked his darrredrred muzzle down at the thief. Pale white hair pulled back into a priest-like ponytail held back with a brown and green ribbed hat, matching trench coat over a prim and pressed business suit. “I already stuffed five crooks away like you this morning, and it ain’t even dinner time yet.”

The lion licked his lips and smirked more. I never saw anyone do it nastier.

Frigging tease.

I imagined him on knees chewing on my pant covered cock. I felt my straining rod in my crotch, ainedined beast wanting to get out.

“Looked in the mirror lately?” Jigen drawled with ire almost rumbling.

The lion smiled as his joke went over the inspector’s head. He leaned back on the chair, his sexy tail whipping out to the black tipped end.

“I’m not the one wearin’ the black mask, Bandit!”

My hands balled into fists. Keep pushing it, boy, and I will come over there and slap you good.

“Come‘er.” Jigen tossed his head silky mane in a come hither motion. “I got something to tell you.”

I moved closer. Those brown eyes smoldered at me, then softened and relaxed. He moved that lovely mouth closer to my quivering ear and leaned into my muzzle and with all the venom he could muster he said …

“Got‘cha!”

I almost flinched, he caught me so off guard but I held together. My dick felt like a bazooka. It took everything I had not to let him see me sweat. There was nothing I liked better than tearing up a puck who just begged for it.

You’re coming home with me, fuck boy. And when I am done with your ass, it won’t be able to shit for a week.

Dirty little lion.
Nasty butt just beggin’ for it.

I’ll put the fear of the law into you. I’ll fuck the law into you if that’s what it takes.

Jigen was smiling back at me. This one was not going to be tamed. Those eyes of his challenged me. For the first time, Jigen sat up and read the freashly inked confession. He took one look at the name on the report and lost it. A loud roaring laugh exploded out of his skinny frame, filling the interrogation room with grating mirth.

“Ashley?! Hahahahah…” Jigen gulped down air as he laughed hysterically. How could such a loud roaring laugh come from such a skinny leonine body?

“You gotta dame’s name! Big tough old coon has a girly girl name!! Wear frilly pink girly panties, too?” Jigen fell over the table, his feet kicking the table legs as his laughter elapsed into howl
“Y
“You keep spouting off the pretty maw of yours and I will give you something to holler about!”

“Yes,” Jigen calmed down and lifted his face at the inspector.

“Yes … what?” The raccoon seethed between his teeth.

“Yes … Ma’am!” Jigen said.

I grabbed a handful of the thick mane, yanked his head back. There was a giant ‘thunk’ as his skull impacted with the table. The fedora rolled off his head. Blood smeared on the confession.

Jigen snarled. The king of beasts had no where to run. He smiled. His cockiness slipped, as I went behind and grabbed his crotch, and shoved him down on the hard wood.

My own hard wood was the size of a Sequoia by the time I fumbled with the punk’s belt.

“Hey, Sherlock, keep yer dirty mits off of me!” Jigen growled.

“You brought this on yourself. It’s gunna get ugly.”

“Ass hole, you couldn’t get any uglier!” The corners of his mouth curled into a snarl. But I had the upper hand.

The lion thief squirmed beneath me. Handcuffed as he was all he could do was kick out making his ass jiggle as he did. I pulled his grey pinstriped pants down. His golden furred ass was a freakin’ trampoline, tight and bouncy just waiting to be jumped. If I slapped it with a quarter, it would bounce right back. A tasty hole puckered under my probing thumb. His ass begging me to fuck it, it dared me to. I yanked his whippy tail straight, jabbing my foot between his instep forcing his legs to spread wide into the frisk position.

And this raccoon never backs down from a dare.

Jigen yelped as I bent him over and unbuckled my trousers.

“Think you can fill it?” he taunted.

“Fill it? Candy ass, I’m going to frigging burst it!”

This raccoon is going to bag me a virgin lion.

His molten eyes seethed at me. I saw the pre cum dripping from his shaft slit jutting up between the tails of his opened blue shirt. The loosened tie was the only thing holding the shirt closed at this point. I reached down the yanked the tie open. His young golden brown chest heaved with every breath, but still he defied him.

God, he was perfect!

My tongue nearly fell out. He looked so tasty, so nasty.

I looked and I liked … Man did I like … but I wouldn’t give this punk the satisfaction of knowing it.

I grabbed a handful of dark black hair with one hand and my dick with the other. Jigen’s mouth open wide with a silent “NO!” and I shoved my way in with one long stroke. His ass sticking straight in the air like the whore I knew that it was. With effort, he tucked his face away, covering it with his discarded black fedora. As I kept thrusting, I pushed the annoying hat away. I turned his face to me. Jigen tried to turn away, but my huge paw held his head there. Angry chocolate eyes rolled back up at me filled with murder. I wanted him to watch me as I schooled him straight in the ways of the law.

Then his body shivered as I doled out the punishment he so dearly deserved.
He cried. He pleaded. He cursed. He swore to kill me.

Jigen screamed.

Lord of mercy … did that sexy lion scream. He screamed until his throat was raw. Jigen made the sweetest sounds.

“Oh friggin’ GOD! Stop! No … shitno …motherfriggin’… Ohgod.”
Damn he’s so damn BIG.
Please stop … not this anything but this …it hurts!

“Say it. Say my name!”

Jigen’s eyes began to mist as I shoved my monster into him.

“Where’s all that smart mouth talk now?”
Lawbreaker.
Crook.
Thief.
No good street punk.
This is what you get when you mess with the law!
Think I’m still a dame now? Can a broad fuck like this?

I drove my jackhammer straight down him. I pulled back so I could plunge it right back in again. My body slammed and pushed him into the table. It creaked with every ram of my cock. No matter how much he was asking for this did he really deserve such brutal treatment? The good cop in me asked myself this question. I felt pumped as I shoved my concern out the window. His voracious ass ate my dick like a baby on mother’s milk.

Jigen soon began to make more lovely noises. All kinds: doggie whimpers, rabbit shrills, cat hisses, porcine grunts, and much more.

Have you ever heard a rabbit scream, boy? It sounds just like you right now!

Jigen’s body began to jerk meeting my thrusts.
Lupin forgive me. Please forgive me … I can’t stop …Lupin…
His tears fell on the blood stained paper.

I pulled him up tight feeling his spasms. “Say my name.”

He let out several screaming sobs. I held him roughly as I continued to pound his ass, watching in amazement as a stream of cum rocketed into the air …onto his chest, hell even his mane got doused.

I squeezed my butt and bucked with the powerful shudder the likes I never felt before. The orgasm lasted for a few breathes of air and my heart died on the spot. In that very moment, I had become something less than a police officer or inspector, I become a new beast the wanted more of this new feeling. I shook like I was possessed by a raging ghost as my last grunts huffed into the lion’s mane.

The fog lifted. I looked down at him, panting like dog in heat, gasping for air. His pretty mouth whispered something over and over …

I leaned over. I heard the one word he kept chanting over and over like a holy mantra.
Lupin …Lupin …

Realization crept in. Slowly it dawned on me, with much regret, I may have ruined him for life. He would be damaged and frightened or become an obsessive puppy that shadowed me like slave to his master. That didn’t sound too bad now that I think about it …

Jigen’s face had dried blood on it and his beard was sprayed with his own cum. Looking at his comatose form, Jigen no longer looked like a mean nasty lion or thief. He looked … simply achingly … beautiful. I realized with shock beneath that smirk he couldn’t have been more than twenty or twenty-one.

How could he understand that he truly deserver what he got? He broke the law. Now he had to do time for the crime. I stroked his black hair softly, this crazy sexy cool emotions warring with the cop inside me like wildfire.

I did my best to mask the concern in my voice. “Well, slut, did you learn your lesson?”

Eyes snapped open. Embers of hate sparkled back at me. His hissing growl was weaut tut the smirk was still there, just askin’ for round two.

“Is that all you got, ma’am?”

I grinned so wide that I watched his ears flatten on his head in hate. My fists cold cocked him until his didn’t move anymore. I licked his cum off my fist, nuzzling the warm bearded mane.

He was so nasty pretty. Dirty nasty pretty.

My little lion slut.

Hmmm …it must be love.


This story was inspired by Spug’s artwork about her role play characters Jigen Lion and Ashley Kaibu Coon. I don’t normally write furry stories or fan fictions this graphic. But I liked the back story behind the illustration and the story was begging to be done.