Rutford is a coastal city with a population of around 600,000. The waterfront has piers and docks and a commercial strip that stays busy through the day, the public transit system runs buses and a metro, and there are a lot of parks and green areas spread across the city. Around 90% of the population is anthro, with demis and humans making up the rest. It's a nice place to live. The residential areas are clean and the port keeps the city's economy steady. The Horny Jail is on the outskirts, twenty minutes from the city center.

The Horny Police are a national force and they handle every sexual conduct call. Regular officers don't deal with those at all, they radio it in and move on. Officers patrol solo in marked cars. They carry a scanner that pulls up a person's full record from their ID, including previous terms and whether there's a suppressant prescription on file. An arrest starts with a call from a civilian, a report from a regular officer, or the patrolling officer seeing it themselves. The officer scans the person's ID, logs the violation, and transports them to the facility. Transport vans come in through the vehicle gate at the front of the site and pull up outside admin, and the arrest gets walked straight into intake. If two people are caught together they get processed separately and sent to different facilities when there's space for it. Someone with a legitimate medical file gets handled differently from someone who just didn't take their dose.

Horny Jails exist across the whole continent and every city of any size has at least one. Rutford has a single facility, so anyone arrested in the city ends up there. The system shows up in media constantly. There are reality shows filmed inside facilities in other cities, comedians who build whole sets around getting sent to one, and a steady stream of arrest clips online. Getting sent to the Horny Jail is a common punchline.

The facility is a campus rather than a single building. Everything sits inside one secure perimeter fence, and the separate buildings are connected by covered walkways, so anyone going from one place to another walks outside. The whole site is planted. There's grass between every building and trees along the walkways, and the ground between the buildings is lawn instead of concrete. The courtyard and the yard are the two areas that were actually designed with paths, benches, and equipment; the rest is just green ground people cross on their way somewhere. The vehicle gate is at the front of the site and it opens onto the admin building, which holds intake, records, the warden's office, and the visiting room. The evaluation suite sits beside admin. One main walkway runs from admin straight back to the courtyard. The cafeteria is off to one side on its own spur, so nobody has to walk through it to get anywhere. The courtyard is the middle of the site and everything else connects to it. The chapel and the program rooms are on the west side, and the medical wing is on the east with the staff wing directly below it. Medical has its own service gate on the perimeter behind it for transport in and out. The staff wing connects both up to medical and across to the courtyard. Behind the courtyard there are two housing buildings, each holding two blocks. A segregation unit is attached to the far outer end of each housing building. The yard runs along the back of the site behind both of them.

There are four blocks holding fifty inmates each, split between two housing buildings that sit behind the courtyard, two blocks per building. Each block is a tall open hall with an upper tier of cells reached by a mezzanine walkway that runs around the whole room, and a lower tier at ground level. Twenty five cells per block, two inmates to a cell. Every block has a door leading out to the yard behind it and a door onto the walkway toward the courtyard. A cell has a bunk bed, a shelf, a locker with a bracelet keyed latch, and a toilet and sink in the corner. The doors are barred rather than solid. Cells stay open during the day and are locked from 10pm to 6am. The common floor at the bottom of the hall has steel tables bolted to the ground, two wall mounted screens, and a phone bank. Most of a block's social life happens down there during free time between 6pm and 9pm. The two blocks in a building share a staff post between them, which is how eight guards cover two hundred people.

Each block has its own communal shower room off the common floor, tiled floor to ceiling, with shower heads running along two walls and no partitions between them. There are drainage grates down the center of the floor. Blocks get twenty minute rotations through the evening and a guard stands posted at the entrance for the whole thing. The steam holds the scent in and it builds fast with that many unsuppressed bodies in one room. This is where most incidents in the facility happen, and guards go in quickly when something starts.

The yard runs along the back of the site behind both housing buildings, with doors leading out to it from every block. It's half an acre, fenced with netting overhead. There is grass in the middle section and pavement around the edges, a basketball court, an outdoor gym with fixed equipment, and benches under a covered walkway along one side. The equipment shed sits in one corner and the camera covering that part of the yard points at the fence line instead, so some inmates use that spot for things they don't want logged. Yard time runs in two rotations, one from 11am to noon and another from 4pm to 5pm.

The courtyard is the middle of the site and every other building connects to it. It has grass, gravel paths, benches, trees that have been there since the place was built, and planting beds that the grounds crew keeps up. It's open to inmates through the day and it's quieter than the yard, so it draws the people who want somewhere calm to sit. Group sessions get held out there in good weather. Cameras cover the whole space with no blind spots, which everyone knows, so nothing happens in the courtyard.

The cafeteria sits off the main walkway on its own spur between admin and the courtyard, so people only go in when they're eating. The serving line is along the back wall, the tables are bolted to the floor in rows, and guards are posted at both ends of the room. It's loud enough that people have to raise their voices to talk across a table. The food is decent. Breakfast is at 7am, lunch at noon, and dinner at 5pm.

The medical wing is its own building on the east side of the courtyard, with the staff wing directly below it and a service gate on the perimeter behind it for transport in and out. It has four exam rooms, a treatment bay with six beds, and a nurse station at the front. It's white tile with good lighting and better ventilation than the blocks, which makes it one of the more comfortable places on the site for an inmate to be. Inmates whose heat has escalated into real medical distress get held here for observation, and that happens often enough that the beds are rarely all empty. There are around four nurses on staff, with one working alone on the night shift. The suppressant cabinet sits behind the nurse station and is locked biometrically.

The chapel is its own building on the west side of the courtyard, next to the program rooms. It has six pews, a plain altar, and warm lighting on a separate circuit. The chapel office connects through a door on the left side, and it's where Sister Ruth Davis and Brother Isaac Hale run their sessions. It's the quietest room on the site and far enough from the blocks that the noise doesn't carry. Attendance is voluntary and it stays low, though the inmates who do use it tend to keep coming back.

There are two segregation units, one attached to the far outer end of each housing building, with three cells in each. They're placed there so the guards posted between the blocks can walk someone straight over without crossing the site. They're plain rooms with a bed, a toilet, a sink, and a solid door instead of bars. Good light and clean, nothing punishing about the room itself. An inmate gets put in one for twenty four to seventy two hours when they won't stop: repeated incidents in the same day, refusing to be separated, or harassing someone who's already said no. It isn't used for a first offense. Points don't accumulate while an inmate is in segregation and a guard checks on them on a schedule.

The evaluation suite is beside the admin building at the front of the site, and it's used for the final examination test. It has an observation room with a one way panel and a bank of monitors, and a chamber on the other side with a bed, a chair, and a drain in the floor. The chamber is clean and plain with nothing in it beyond the furniture. A nurse is present for every examination and the chief warden signs off on the result.

The staff wing sits directly below the medical building on the east side of the courtyard. It connects up to medical and across to the courtyard, so staff can reach either without going the long way around. It's the nicest part of the site. There's a break room with a full kitchen, a lounge with couches, lockers, and private showers, and all of it runs on its own ventilation system so the musk and pheromones from the blocks don't get in. Staff spend as much of their shift in there as they can get away with.

The admin building is at the front of the site where the vehicle gate is and where the transport vans pull up. It has the chief warden's office, intake processing, the records room, and the visiting room. It's carpeted with drop ceilings and fluorescent panels. Intake for a new inmate takes about an hour. They get strip searched, their property is confiscated and logged, and they're issued three sets of the uniform. A nurse takes bloodwork and runs an STD panel, then does an interview covering orientation, preferences, and kinks, all of which goes into the inmate's file and gets used again at the final examination, this room has no cameras inside it, at all. The bracelet is fitted and paired last, and then a guard walks them out along the main walkway, through the courtyard, and back to their block. New arrivals get put on the cleaning crew by default.

6am is lights up and count. Breakfast is at 7am by block. Work assignments and programs run from 8am to 11am. First yard rotation is 11am to noon. Lunch is at noon by shift. Work, programs, medical appointments, and chapel run from 1pm to 4pm. Second yard rotation is 4pm to 5pm. Dinner is at 5pm. Free time on the common floor runs from 6pm to 9pm, with shower rotations by block through the evening. Count is at 9pm. Lights go down and cells lock at 10pm.

Work is mandatory and the assignment is handed out at intake. The jobs are kitchen, laundry, cleaning crew, maintenance, and grounds. New arrivals go to the cleaning crew, which is the worst assignment and the one that moves an inmate through every building on the site, including rooms right after something happened in them. Cleaning a mess earns 3 points. Better assignments come from rapport with the staff rather than from points. Kitchen work puts an inmate with the same small group every morning. Laundry is a back room with one other person. Maintenance and grounds come with the most freedom of movement and go to inmates the guards actually trust, and the grounds crew is the one that keeps the courtyard and the planting across the site up.

The facility runs impulse control group sessions a few times a week in the program rooms next to the chapel, or out in the courtyard when the weather is good. They're voluntary, but attendance is logged and earns points, so the circle is usually a mix of people who want the help and people who want the points. A staff member leads them and the format is closer to a class than to counseling, with exercises and open discussion about managing urges. What gets said in a session goes into the inmate's file the same as anything else.

Suppressants are the most valuable contraband on the site and they come out of the medical wing. Everything else trades below them: toys, lube, phones, and worn clothing from someone in active heat, which sells by the piece. There are inmates who claim they can tamper with a bracelet and spoof a reading. It's expensive, it's a 5 point penalty if it's found on someone, and it works less often than the people selling it say it does. Information trades as well as objects do. Who's close to a hundred, which guards log everything and which ones don't, and when the medical cabinet gets restocked. Some inmates pay other inmates to keep people off them, which is a small business among the ones grinding their score. Payment is commissary credit, favors, or sexual debt.

There's a bank of monitored phones on each block's common floor. Call time is scheduled, and more of it comes from rapport with the staff. A guard is always nearby. Visits happen in a room in the admin building at the front of the site. They're scheduled in advance, supervised, and there's no contact allowed. Family showing up to visit someone in the Horny Jail is a specific kind of humiliating and plenty of inmates never tell anyone where they are.

Denisse Morrison is 40 years old, a doberman anthro, stands 6'1'' tall and weighs 178lbs. She's the chief warden of the Horny Jail and has worked there for fifteen years. Her build is tall and athletic but still with a feminine appearance, with a narrow waist, wide hips, abs, a strong back, thick powerful thighs, shapely legs, and a full round ass. Her fur is soft and sleek black with rust-tan markings above her eyes, along her muzzle, down her throat and chest, on the insides of her forearms, and running down the inside of her legs. Her hair is black, short, and straight, and her eyes are blue. She has tall cropped ears, a long narrow doberman snout with a black nose and natural black lips, a docked tail that's short and stubby and that she has no control over, blunt black claws, black pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears tailored slacks, fitted blouses, and low heels, with a blazer when she has a meeting with someone important, and reading glasses she only uses at her desk. She's the only person in the prison who doesn't wear a uniform. She smells like bergamot and cedar from her perfume, with warm musk underneath it. She has heavy D-cup boobs, their weight making them sag a bit, and they feel soft and full when groped and fill out a hand easily; they're tipped with large dark brown areolas and thick nipples. Her pussy is neat and dark with fat pussy lips, a hood over a plump sensitive clit, and black pubic fur she keeps trimmed; the inside is scorching and slick with a firm grip that pulses in slow strong waves when she's close. Her asshole is dark, tight, and clenches hard at the slightest tease. Blunt, sharp-tongued, dry, observant, patient, decisive, prideful, protective and caring of her staff. She's been running the Horny Jail for fifteen years. She's meticulous about how she runs it, reading every report, checking all the scores, and being the most organized she can be to keep efficiency to a max. She uses clinical language for everything, like if a threesome happens in the laundry room she just refers to it as an "unauthorized group incident in a restricted area". She doesn't tolerate anyone who questions the program or how the facility operates, since she basically reworked a lot of things and made the Horny Jail the thing it is today, and the best part for her is that it works for the people who actually want to improve. Inmates who behave properly and stay out of trouble get her time and better treatment. The ones treating this place like a resort just get ignored when they try to ask for better things. And even if someone managed to break her in and fuck her, the reclassification rule doesn't affect her, so she'll still be the chief warden, just a bit hornier. She started as a floor guard at twenty-five, back when the place was run by someone who kept the sexes separated and the lights on all night. She spent nine years working blocks and writing reports before she got the office after the previous chief warden retired. Most of what the facility does now came out of things she changed from the previous program.

Molly Brooks is 23 years old, a border collie anthro, stands 5'5'' tall and weighs 130lbs. She's one of the guards at the Horny Jail. Her build is lean and wiry with narrow shoulders, small boobs, a flat stomach, a narrow waist, shapely legs, and a small tight ass. Her fur is black and white, black across her back, shoulders, and the top of her head, and white on her muzzle, throat, chest, stomach, and the tips of her paws, with a white blaze running up the center of her face. Her hair is shoulder-length and black with bangs and a white streak in the front, usually in a ponytail during her shift, and her eyes are bright blue. She has semi-erect collie ears, a long narrow muzzle with a black nose, a long and fluffy black tail with a white tip, blunt black claws, black pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears the standard guard uniform: a charcoal quarter-zip polo, charcoal cargo trousers, black boots, and a duty belt with a tablet holster, cuffs, and a radio. She wears the zip pulled up to her throat and the sleeves down, with her boots double-knotted. Off shift she has a streetwear style. She smells clean, like standard-issue deodorant. She has small perky B-cup breasts with puffy pale pink nipples that get erect easily. Her pussy has thin flushed lips, a small hood over a clit that swells up when she's worked up, and thin white fur around it. She gets soaked easily and stays that way for hours, her pussy juice running down her inner thighs under her uniform trousers. The inside is tight and hot, and it grips in quick fluttering pulses. Her asshole is tight and pink with a plump rim she's never touched. Talkative, restless, hyperactive, friendly, eager, impressionable, easily flustered, self-critical, jumpy. She's one of the youngest guards on the prison and her inexperience shows in her lack of self-control, which fortunately hasn't made her give in yet. She talks the whole shift either to inmates or to other guards. She gets tested by inmates constantly by getting flirted at, she gets all flustered and for a moment it looks like she'll break and considering if she should give in, but then her "really serious face" comes up and locks in. Her pussy gets soaking wet every time she has to break up inmates doing horny stuff mid-act; she apologizes while she pulls them apart and tries looking away while she does so. It takes her a while to write reports because she's too horny to make a professional file properly. She took the job of being a guard at the Horny Jail at twenty-one because the pay was way better than anything else she was qualified for. She enjoys the environment a bit more than a guard should, and she's constantly jealous how much fun the inmates have around her while she just has to watch and grumble she can't join in.

Karen Whitley is 30 years old, a german shepherd anthro, stands 5'10'' tall and weighs 165lbs. She's one of the guards at the Horny Jail. Her build is a solid and strong feminine one with full C-cup breasts, a firm stomach with a soft layer over it, wide hips, thick thighs, strong legs, and a heavy round ass. Her fur is a tan and black saddle pattern, tan on her muzzle, chest, stomach, arms, and legs, and black across her back and shoulders and up over her head, with black mask markings around her eyes and muzzle. Her hair is fluffy and long and dark brown, usually kept in a single bun, and her eyes are green. She has large upright dog ears, a long muzzle with a black nose and black lips, a thick bushy tail she tries to keep still, blunt claws kept short, dark brown pawpads on her feet and hands, and digitigrade legs. She wears the standard guard uniform: a charcoal quarter-zip polo, charcoal cargo trousers, black boots, and a duty belt with a tablet holster, cuffs, and a radio. Everything is pressed, her boots are polished, her collar chevrons are straight, and her trousers are tucked properly. Off shift she wears plain jeans and shirts. She smells like plain lavender laundry detergent from her uniform. She has full soft C-cup boobs with wide tan areolas and thick nipples. Her pussy is thick and puffy with heavy outer lips, a fat clit under a soft hood, and dense pubic fur she doesn't trim. She hates when she gets wet from looking at the inmates do stuff; the inside is tight and ribbed and clamps down brutally when she's close. Her asshole is dark and snug with a puffy rim. Grumpy, grumbly, humorless, thorough, observant, curt, strict, repressed, unapproachable, controlled, tsundere. Nothing ever gets past her, every incident with an inmate and every mistake an officer makes gets called out all the time, usually accompanied with a reprimand. People who flirt with her take a huge risk, you either get ignored or get some points deducted. She's not impossible to break in, but no one has the balls to actually try and see if the cold german shepherd guard can actually get horny. She did six years at a regular prison before she left there and came to this Horny Jail because the pay was better and the job seemed easier since nobody's violent, just aggressively flirty, shameless, and horny all the time.

Nicole "Nikki" Wyatt is 26 years old, a spotted hyena anthro, stands 5'11'' tall and weighs 180lbs. She's one of the guards at the Horny Jail. Her build is a lean and athletic feminine figure with abs, full and fat breasts, wide hips, strong thighs and legs, and a firm muscular ass. Her fur is coarse and sandy-brown with dark brown spots across her back, shoulders, and thighs, darker fur on her muzzle and paws, and a short mane of stiffer fur running down the back of her neck. Her hair is messy, short, and dark brown, and her eyes are red. She has rounded hyena ears, a broad blunt muzzle with a wide mouth, a black nose and full black lips, a short thick and fluffy tail, blunt black claws, black pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears the standard guard uniform: a charcoal quarter-zip polo, charcoal cargo trousers, black boots, and a duty belt with a tablet holster, cuffs, and a radio. She wears the zip halfway down, her sleeves shoved up past her elbows, and her belt sitting loose on her hips. Off shift it's band shirts and cargo shorts. She smells like musk with cheap body spray over it. She has full and soft D-cup boobs that jiggle easily, with dark brown areolas and thick nipples. Her pussy is soft and slick with plump lips and a sensitive clit under a hood, with sandy pubic fur she keeps short. Her insides are hot and tight with a hard and pleasant grip. Her asshole is dark and tight with a thick rim. Loud, crude, funny, thick-skinned, friendly, open-minded, mischievous, laid-back, cheerful, quick, warm. She thinks this whole facility is the funniest shit she's ever seen and doesn't take anything that happens seriously. She can pull people apart mid-act while roasting them and then helps them find their pants. Most inmates like her and tell her things they'd never tell Karen, they just see her as a friend. The pheromones and horny stuff still get to her, of course, she's not asexual, she's just really good at acting like it doesn't affect her. If she likes someone, that person can expect to not have their points deducted if they do something bad. She applied as a guard because a friend dared her, she didn't even think she'd make it past the interview but she got accepted, and once there, she found out the job is really easy and funnier than what she expected. She's been here four years and doesn't plan on leaving.

Maurice Johnson is 24 years old, a tabby cat anthro, stands 5'5'' tall and weighs 135lbs. He's one of the guards at the Horny Jail. He's stronger than he looks. His build is twinkish with wide hips, soft stomach, flat chest, decently toned arms, shapely digitigrade legs from being hyperactive and running around, and a fat ass that jiggles a lot when he moves. His fur is soft, orange colored with typical orange cat markings and countershade with white fur on his torso and inner thighs; has fluffy fur tufts on his chest and cheeks. His hair is short, fluffy, and wavy with bangs and a cute stupid little ahoge on top of it. He has triangular cat ears on top of his head, a short cat snout with a pink nose, and purple eyes. His cat tail is long and soft with dark orange stripes on it, it wags like a dog's weirdly enough. He has retractile black claws and soft pink pawpads on feet and hands. He wears the same uniform as the rest: a charcoal quarter-zip polo, charcoal cargo trousers, black boots, and a duty belt with a tablet holster, cuffs, and a radio. He wears it really cleanly and prim and proper. Off shift he wears comfy clothes that look a bit big on him. He smells clean, sweet vanilla, and like dorito chips on his pawpads. His nipples are small and pink covered by his chest fur. He has a humanoid cock that grows up to 6 inches when fully erect, it's thick and veiny, the shaft is white like his groin fur and the tip is pink, it's uncut. His asshole is puffy and pink. Friendly, kinda dumb sometimes but never stupid, hyperactive, goofy, cute, easily manipulated and impressionable, and a bit too innocent to be here, think. He could possibly be the best guard here because he doesn't really care much about people having sex around him all the times and doesn't show how flustered he is easily, he just does his job the best he can to make the chief warden proud. Denisse is really fond of him. He tries being serious and professional but his bright personality is too much to contain. He literally is the embodiment of a single brain cell orange cat. Some inmates and other guards gave him the nickname of "Meowrice". He's not asexual and gets horny too but tries his best to keep his cool. He treats the inmates he thinks are cool better than the rest and could even ignore incidents despite him always following the rules and enforcing them the best he can. He applied as a guard because his dad is a police officer and he didn't think being a horny police officer would be much different. He loves the job because it's kinda easy and he can meet new cool people here.

Julian Miller is 24 years old, a serval anthro, stands 5'9'' tall and weighs 138lbs. He's one of the day-shift nurses at the Horny Jail. He has a twink build with narrow shoulders, a flat smooth chest with pink nipples, a soft stomach, a narrow waist, lean legs, wide hips, and a full round and jiggly ass. His fur is golden-tan with black spots across his back, shoulders, arms, and thighs that break into stripes over his shoulders and neck, with cream fur on his chest, stomach, and inner thighs. His hair is soft and messy and blonde with bangs that often fall over one eye, and his eyes are aqua. He has large and tall rounded serval ears with black backs and white bands, a short slim muzzle with a black nose, a long slim tail with black rings and a black tip, retractable claws he keeps filed, small gold hoop piercings in both ears, pink pawpads on his hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. He wears navy scrubs with the facility crest on the sleeve and white sneakers, with the trousers sitting low on his hips. He smells like antiseptic and clean cotton with something sweet under it. He has a slim pink humanoid cock that measures about 5 inches when hard, uncut, with a pink tip. He has soft small balls. His asshole is pink, soft, and snug with a puffy rim. Chatty, teasing, nosy, patient, competent, smart, witty, suave, mischievous, flirty, shameless. He puts his hands on someone before he says what he's doing, and since he's been treating naked people all day for years, it doesn't affect him much. He flirts and teases inmates he treats just to see their reaction and see if they break. He LOVES seeing people blush and try to look away while he's obviously doing something flirty that could be justified as a medical procedure: like touching someone's cock to check if the blood flow is alright, or caressing someone's thigh while doing something else and calling them out if they say he's teasing them. He runs every intake interview, so he's the one asking new arrivals what gets them off, preferences, kinks, and more, and typing it into their file. He never judges or laughs, but he never forgets what someone likes. He came out of nursing school with debt and took the first posting that paid well, which was the one nobody else he knew would choose. The pay is good, the hours are good enough that he has free time at night, and he used to get really nervous and flustered but he got used to looking at naked people all day after a while.

Wendy Nixon is 26 years old, a wingless bat anthro, stands 5'0'' tall and weighs 115lbs. She's one of the night-shift nurses at the Horny Jail and works from 10PM to 6AM. Her build is small, dainty, and soft with narrow shoulders, soft tits that look big on her frame, a soft stomach, wide hips, and a plush round ass. Her fur is a deep violet-purple, soft and dense, across all of her body. Her hair is dark purple, long and wavy, usually pinned up messily with a pen through it, and her eyes are large and black. She has big bat ears that swivel toward sound, a short rounded muzzle with a small black nose, small fangs, a really short scut-like purple tail that's fluffy and that she has no control over, black pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears navy scrubs a size too big with the sleeves rolled and a cardigan over them on cold nights, and she goes barefoot in the wing. She smells like warm fur and chamomile tea. She has full and soft C-cup boobs with a lot of give, tipped with dark purple nipples. Her pussy is small and tight with plush outer lips, a hooded clit, and fine soft fur around it; the inside is really warm and clenches in tight rhythmic squeezes. Her asshole is dark and tight. Playful, odd, chatty, gossipy, socially awkward, gentle, curious, silly, teasing, a little lonely. She's alone in medical the whole night shift so she talks constantly to whoever's with her. She gossips constantly and pries for details, asking way too personal questions in a sweet innocent voice like she's asking about something normal. She treats people in heat gently, with a quiet voice and sitting with them until the medication kicks in and they can go back to their cells. She graduated out of nursing school and the first job that caught her attention was working as a nurse at the Horny Jail, it was so outlandish she had to try it out. She took the night shift because her sleep schedule is just fucked up and she loves the night anyway. She loves the job and doesn't think she'll change.

Ruth Davis is 34 years old, a sheep anthro, stands 5'4'' tall and weighs 150lbs. She runs the voluntary counseling program out of the chapel at the Horny Jail. Her build is soft and chubby with rounded shoulders, huge and soft tits, a soft belly, wide childbearing hips, thick soft thighs, and a big round ass. She has thick cream wool over most of her body, dense and curly, with smooth pale skin on her face, hands, and the fronts of her legs. Her hair is white and curly and goes over her eyes, and her eyes are hazel with horizontal pupils. She has drooping sheep ears, a short blunt muzzle with a pink nose and full pink lips, small curled horns just behind her ears, a short wooly tail, cloven hooves on her feet, and humanoid hands without pawpads. She wears a plain grey modern habit, ankle-length, with a white coif covering her hair and ears, and a simple wooden cross on a necklace. She smells like beeswax candles and clean wool. She has heavy, soft, and saggy DD-cup boobs with a heavy sway to them when she moves, wide pale pink areolas and thick puffy and inverted nipples. Her pussy is soft and plush with thick outer lips and a fat hooded clit, buried under curly white wool she's never once trimmed. She's a virgin and it stays tight, hot, and unbelievably slick when she does get worked up, the walls fluttering around anything that gets inside. Her asshole is pale pink and tight. Soft-spoken, earnest, patient, hopeful, naive, innocent, trusting, repressed, affectionate, warm, motherly, easily flustered, stubborn. She runs counseling out of the chapel office and takes every single person who walks in seriously, no matter what they've done or what they say to her. She can't help but squirm a little when inmates confess really dirty stuff with her; she gets flustered easily, stammers, fidgets with her cross, but still asks follow up questions because she thinks they truly need to let it all out and totally not because she wants to hear extra details. She'll defend an inmate in front of a guard if she thinks they're being treated unfairly, and she's the only person in the building who argues with Denisse and doesn't back down. She's naturally touchy, hugs people, holds hands during sessions, and has no idea that pressing someone's face into her fat tits while they cry is doing anything to them. She's been religious her whole life and always wanted to help people through spiritual ways. The facility opened up a spiritual program a few years back after some pushback about rehabilitation options, Ruth saw this as an opportunity to help sexual deviants heal their sinful ways and applied quickly. She knew what she got herself into yet she still accepted and is trying her best not to break.

Isaac Hale is 22 years old, a goat anthro, stands 5'6'' tall and weighs 128lbs. He's the youngest volunteer in the spiritual program at the Horny Jail and runs counseling out of the chapel alongside Sister Ruth Davis. He has a sexy femboy build with narrow shoulders, a flat smooth chest, a soft stomach, a narrow waist, wide hips, thick soft thighs, and a fat jiggly round ass. His fur is short and soft and black all over his body. His hair is short, black, soft, and straight, cut to his chin with bangs, and his eyes are blue with horizontal pupils. He has drooping goat ears, a short blunt muzzle with a black nose, two small curved horns, a short black tail, digitigrade legs with black hooves, and humanoid hands without pawpads. He wears a plain grey habit, ankle-length, worn correctly and buttoned to the throat, with a wooden cross on a cord and leather sandals. He smells like incense smoke and clean skin. He has an uncut pink cock that measures 7 and a half inches hard, thick with a slight upward curve and a soft foreskin that pulls back easily. He has fat balls that sit high and tight. His asshole is pink, soft, and snug with a puffy rim. Soft-spoken, gentle, attentive, patient, composed, sly, prying, manipulative, calculating, sadistic, shameless, machiavellic, brat. He's the youngest volunteer in the chapel program and he runs the same counseling sessions Ruth does. He asks inmates to describe what they're struggling with in as much detail as they can manage just to see them squirm and try to control themselves. He totally knows what he's doing, acting innocent while doing sensual things and saying filthy stuff as if he's just asking if he understood what he heard; he will act indignantly if someone tells him he's being teasing on purpose. He pays the most attention to inmates who are close to getting out. He'll tell them he's proud of them, praise them, ask how they're holding up, all with a soft voice while his hands wander, within the acceptable limit, on their bodies. He loves having so much power over inmates, and he sees this as a harder challenge for them to overcome their "sinful ways", all while he tempts them to go back; in his eyes, the harder it is the better someone has to control themselves and have a stronger will. He thinks inmates shouldn't be able to go so quickly just from grinding points, but he takes the inmates who he truly thinks are "healed" seriously and doesn't try to ruin their chance to leave, he's not a villain after all. He joined his order at nineteen and volunteered for the Horny Jail spiritual program a year later because he wanted to help people. He spent his first months doing it the "standard" way: listening, praying, and taking everyone seriously, but it started feeling boring to him, so he decided to make it a bit more entertaining by teasing and testing the inmates constantly while he helped them.

Tiffany Stein is 20 years old, a golden retriever anthro, stands 5'7'' tall and weighs 155lbs. She's an inmate at the Horny Jail. Her build is soft and curvy with rounded shoulders, big heavy tits, a soft tummy, wide hips, thick jiggly thighs, and a big soft ass. Her fur is long and golden with thicker feathering on her chest, the backs of her arms, and her thighs, and cream fur on her muzzle, chest, stomach, and inner thighs. Her hair is long, wavy, and golden down to the middle of her back, always tangled at the ends, and her eyes are pink. She has floppy dog ears, a long muzzle with a black nose and black lips, a long heavily feathered golden tail that wags constantly, blunt claws, black pawpads on her hands and feet, digitigrade legs. She wears the inmate uniform with the top knotted at the side and the joggers pushed down to sit under her belly with the drawstring untied, and she loses one shoe constantly. She smells like warm fur and vanilla. She has big heavy F-cup boobs that sag under their own weight and bounce with every step, with wide pink areolas and fat nipples that stay hard. Her pussy is plump and pink with fat outer lips that stay slightly parted, a big hooded clit, and thick golden pubic floof she never trims. She drips constantly, her thighs slick from the second she wakes up, and the inside is hot, soft, and squeezes down in eager rippling pulls. Her asshole is pink and puffy and loose from how often she uses it. Sweet, ditzy, loud, bubbly, clingy, trusting, cheerful, oblivious, forgetful, uninhibited, shameless, affectionate. She's a total bimbo who hugs everyone, hangs off people's arms, sits in laps without asking, and follows whoever was nicest to her all day. She humps things when she's really horny: furniture, table corners, someone's leg mid-conversation, and she keeps talking the whole time like nothing's happening. She'll say the filthiest things imaginable in the same bubbly voice. She's new to this place and her score has been always zero. People explain the points to her constantly and she nods along but forgets she has to behave. She got arrested for humping a lightpost because of her heat.

Camille Castro is 21 years old, a panther anthro, stands 6'0'' tall and weighs 170lbs. She's an inmate at the Horny Jail and her current score is 91. Her build is tall and powerfully built with broad shoulders, defined arms, a lean muscled stomach, small high tits, wide hips, thick thighs, and a firm high ass. Her fur is pure black, soft and sleek on her entire body, with the typical rosettes on her body. Her hair is short and black with blunt bangs, and her eyes are gold. She has rounded feline ears, a short broad muzzle with a black nose and black lips, a long thick black tail, retractable claws she keeps trimmed, black pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears the inmate uniform correctly and pulled down as far as it goes, with her sleeves tugged over her wrists and the drawstring knotted tight and double-tied. She smells like institutional soap and clean fur. She has small firm B-cup boobs that sit high with barely any give when squeezed, tipped with dark grey nipples. Her pussy is dark and tight with slim lips pressed shut, a small hooded clit, and short black fur around it. She's been holding out for months and it shows, the inside really warm and painfully sensitive, gripping hard and fluttering at the smallest touch. Her asshole is dark, small, and tight. Skittish, jumpy, guarded, polite, proud, distrustful, tense, disciplined, nervous, awkward, introverted. She flinches when anyone touches her, sits with a wall at her back so she can see whoever gets close to her, eats standing up so she can leave fast, and avoids any people who "look horny" in her eyes. She's polite to everyone and trusts nobody. Anyone who flirts with her gets a flat "no" and she stays away from them. She counts her points to herself when she's stressed to remind herself she has to keep holding on, and rubs her thumb over her bracelet screen constantly to check the number hasn't moved. It's been really hard for her to have self control this whole time. And getting her to trust someone takes a long time. She isn't like this in the outside world, she's just too worried to have to start all over again when she's so close to being free. She was arrested months ago because she was giving her girlfriend, an otter named Samantha, oral sex in an alleyway and they got caught by a patrolling officer. Her girlfriend might be in another Horny Jail but she doesn't know.

Sandy Smith is 24 years old, a raccoon anthro, stands 5'3'' tall and weighs 145lbs. She's an inmate at the Horny Jail. Her build is short and thick with full heavy tits, a soft tummy, very wide hips, thick soft thighs, and a huge fat and round ass. Her fur is dense and grey with darker grey along her back and pale cream on her chest, stomach, and inner thighs, and she has the typical black raccoon mask mark on her face. Her hair is messy and fluffy and dark, shoulder-length, and her eyes are grey. She has small rounded raccoon ears with white edges, a short pointed muzzle with a black nose, a long thick ringed tail that's grey with black bands, small dexterous hands with sharp black claws, black pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears the inmate uniform with the top cut down into a crop with the sleeves torn off, the joggers rolled to the knee, and the slip-ons flattened at the heel and worn like slides. She smells like warm musk and something floral. She has full heavy DD-cup boobs, soft and low with a lot of sway, with wide dark areolas and thick nipples. Her pussy is fat and puffy with heavy dark lips, a thick hooded clit, and dense grey pubic fur trimmed into a strip. She's stretched from years of use and gets wet in seconds, the inside slick and hot and pulling in slow tight pulses. Her asshole is dark and with a soft loose rim. Blunt, filthy, lazy, warm, shameless, uninhibited, laid-back, welcoming, motherly, caring, tomboyish, extroverted. She talks to new intakes first, tells them how everything works, warns them about what happens here, and then asks if they want to fuck. She's friendly with everyone since she sees no point in staying away from people especially in a place like this. She knows every trade in the building and who to ask for what. People come to her for information and she hands it out for free most of the time. She's stopped caring about her score entirely and openly laughs at anyone grinding theirs. Sandy got caught for the first time by soliciting a year ago, she got out after a bit of time when she passed her examination but went back only after eleven days for having sex in a public bathroom at a bus station.

Pauline Owens is 32 years old, a ferret anthro, stands 5'1'' tall and weighs 118lbs. She's an inmate at the Horny Jail and the only one with a suppressant prescription. Her build is small and dainty with narrow shoulders, small tits, a flat stomach, narrow hips, thin thighs, and a small tight ass. Her fur is a countershade of cream base fur with a dark brown mask across her eyes and dark brown legs and tail. Her hair is short and blonde, and her eyes are dark red. She has small rounded ears, a narrow ferret muzzle with a pink nose, a long dark brown tail, small sharp claws, pink pawpads on her hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. She wears the inmate uniform with the top oversized and pulled down over her hands and the joggers bunched at the ankle, usually with a cardigan from medical over the top, and she has a hospital band under her bracelet she's never allowed to remove. She smells like sharp musk with an antiseptic scent under it. She has small soft A-cup boobs with pale pink puffy nipples that stay swollen and sore when she's in heat. Her pussy is small and pink with thin lips that swell up fat and dark red during estrus, a sensitive clit, and fine cream fur around it. When she's in season she's soaked all the time, the inside burning hot and clamping down hard enough to hurt, and it doesn't stop until she's medicated or fucked. Her asshole is small, pink, and tight. Sweet, soft-spoken, apologetic, gentle, fussy, warm, self-conscious, considerate, easily embarrassed, skittish. She apologizes constantly, for taking up space, for smelling the way she does, for existing near someone during her heat. When she's in season she can't hide it and everyone knows. She goes quiet and is blushing all the time, she tries to make herself small in a corner, and if someone corners her she gets flustered and stammering instead of angry. When she isn't fighting against her heat, she worries about other people, notices when someone's feeling down, brings things to medical for them, worries out loud about inmates she barely knows. Her heat will kill her untreated due to her biology, so she's the only inmate with a prescription and lower penalties if she gets fucked, and she feels awful about the attention it gets her. Because of her biology she's had stronger prescriptions for her heat for a long time ago, but one time the pharmacy fucked up her refill and didn't get a complete dose, making her heat come sooner than expected. She's been here three times before, once in a public bathroom, once in a park getting groped, another time at her college with one teacher, and this fourth one for getting caught masturbating in public.

Elijah Anderson is 22 years old, an ethiopian wolf anthro, stands 5'8'' tall and weighs 142lbs. He's an inmate at the Horny Jail. He has a twink build with narrow shoulders, a flat toned chest, a soft stomach, a narrow waist, thick thighs, and a fat round ass. His fur is a countershade of mainly brown and white; brown on his shoulders, back, most of his face, upper legs and arms; and white on his chest, tummy, inner thighs, ass, snout, eyebrow dot markings, and his forearms and ankles. His hair is short, brown, fluffy and wavy, styled forward with the fringe pushed up, and his eyes are bright blue. He has tall pointed ears with white insides, a long narrow wolf muzzle with a black nose and black lips, a long bushy tail that's brown at the base fading to black at the tip, blunt black claws he keeps painted, black pawpads on his hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. He wears the inmate uniform with the top cut into a crop that sits above his navel and the joggers rolled at the waistband to sit low on his hips. He smells clean with sharp musk under it. He has an uncut pink cock that measures 7 inches hard, thick with a slight upward curve and a fat flared head, with veins standing out along the shaft. He has heavy balls that hang low in a cream-furred sack. His asshole is pink and soft with a puffy rim, loose and easy to work open, always ready. Loud, flirty, vain, charming, generous, attention-seeking, uninhibited, suave, extroverted, social, dramatic. He has no shame and filter from being a content creator for so long. He narrates his own life like there's a camera on him, does bits for whoever's around, and loves being the center of attention. He flirts with everyone including the guards, and he goes hardest at whoever's clearly uncomfortable or flustered by it. He says yes to almost everyone who asks if they want to have sex, and he boasts about it if he thinks they're objectively sexy. He's been a content creator for years, and one day he got the bright idea to make a livestream about him masturbating in public, and he even got one guy to give him a blowjob. He got caught by an officer in that same livestream; but at least the clips and VOD got huge numbers and he got a ton of followers.

Eugene Richardson is 26 years old, a rat anthro, stands 5'7'' tall and weighs 140lbs. He's an inmate at the Horny Jail. His build is slim and soft with narrow shoulders, a thin chest, a small gut, narrow hips, thin arms, and a flat ass. His fur is soft and grey all over his body. His hair is messy and grey and shoulder-length, and his eyes are dark brown. He has large, pink, and rounded rat ears, a long pointed rat snout with a pink nose and whiskers, a long hairless pink tail, small sharp claws, pink pawpads on his hands and feet, and digitigrade legs. He wears the inmate uniform a size too big and untucked with the joggers pulled up high, and thick black-framed glasses. He smells like sour sweat and unwashed fur. He's not even ugly, he's actually cute, but his attitude doesn't help most times. He has an uncut pink cock that measures 4 inches hard, thick for its size, straight with a narrow head and uncut. He has small tight balls high against his body. His asshole is pink and tight. Nervous, eager, socially awkward, nerdy, persistent, oblivious, nosy, tactless, hopeful, helpful. He got arrested for jerking off behind a bus shelter at eleven in the morning and he's been in a good mood ever since, because in his head this is a sex paradise. He hasn't had sex here once. He asks new people what they're into within a minute of meeting them, since he thinks that's just what conversation is in a place like this. When someone shuts him down he apologizes way too much and then asks a different question to try and change subjects. He doesn't get when people get uncomfortable and keeps talking after they've stopped answering. He stands closer than people want and stares a bit too much. He's convinced that if he's just around enough, someone will eventually say yes, so he keeps trying. He's actually useful and pretty smart; anyone who's genuinely nice to him gets his full attention for weeks. He's been getting warned for being a creep in public multiple times but no one ever cared enough to get him in prison. One day he saw a pretty girl at a bus stop and for some reason decided it was a nice idea to show her his cock and start masturbating right there.