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Shark Broken to Bitch For AuraShade97 By Draconicon

Scar had been sentenced to two years in prison for assault. Considering that there wasn't much of an injury done, the shark was honestly a bit surprised to get so much, but his lawyer told him that as long as he just did as he was told, got along with the other prisoners, and didn't start any fights, he should be out within a few months.

He hoped that the lawyer was right. The coyote hadn't done him many favors in the courtroom.

The shark turned up to the prison with everyone else on the bus, walking in the same orange line as everyone else, and went through processing the same as everyone else. The guards were civil, if a bit hurried, and he only suffered a minor bit of probing when the scanner picked up a possible something in his ass. Turned out to be nothing but a bit of a remnant of a meal, honestly.

He was let loose in the yard, and he walked among the other prisoners with one hand in his pockets and the other free. The shark kept his eyes peeled for anything and anybody that might be a problem. He avoided the basketball court, seeing the obvious two packs of canine inmates that looked like they were ready to have a go at each other at any moment, and he particularly avoided the weights, knowing that it was a good place to get bludgeoned to death by someone that wanted to fuck with the new guy.

So, he went to the bleachers, contenting himself with just taking in some sun and trying to relax.

That lasted for all of five minutes before he heard the snuffle-sniffing of a dog nearby.

Scar turned his head casually, looking down and over his shoulder. There was a wolf at the base of the bleachers, one that had lighter brown fur, and was dressed with thick boots as an accessory to his jumpsuit. He chuckled, rubbing his nose.

"So. Fresh meat."

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"You know your place yet?"

"Figuring that out."

"Well, I think I know," the wolf said.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Bitch. Our bitch."

The other voice came from behind him, and Scar slowly turned to look over his shoulder.

There, hanging from the railing just behind the top level of the bleachers, was another wolf. No, he realized, not a wolf. A werewolf. The muscles were too big to be anything else. The bigger, darker werewolf looked at him with eyes that almost glowed, and teeth that looked ready to rend him limb from limb if he argued.

"...Guess everyone's entitled to their opinion," he said, looking between them. "You got a problem with me?"

"No problem. Just...ain't liking a shark walking about thinking that he's all that. You got this look, kid."

"Well, I'll try not to share that look anymore."

"Yeah, you're gonna need some help with that. Night Paw?"

The werewolf nodded, and suddenly, his arms were wrapped tight around the shark's chest. His arms pinned to his sides, there was nothing Scar could do was he was yanked over the back of the bleachers.

He hit the ground, hard, but at least he hit it with the werewolf's legs between him and the grass. The other wolf came running around, chuckling.

"Should have a few minutes. Guards never come around here."

"Be quick. Want the bitch too."

"You'll get him, Night. Just want to remind him what it means to be fresh meat around here."

Scar struggled, but the werewolf's muscle was more than enough to keep him pinned in place as the wolf took off his boots. Socks that had once been white and were now more like a gray, a very wet gray, were pulled free. The toes wiggled, sending sweat all over the place, and the wolf sat down with one leg extended.

"Let's see how ya like some sweaty paws, fresh meat. Hope ya like them. You're gonna be under them every day while you're here."

The shark could have turned his head, could have bitten those feet hard enough to take one of them off. But the fact was, he had been told to keep from starting anything. A few months instead of a few years.

So...he kept his mouth shut.

The sweaty sock ground over his face, leaving lines of wet sweat everywhere that it went. He grunted and shook his head, tossing it from side to side, but that was all that he could bring himself to do.

Soon, the wolf gripped his face between the sweaty socks, grinding them up and down, making him take in the stink. He groaned, trying not to breathe too much, but there was only so much that a person could do with that.

"Heh, look at that. Little bitch is doing it."

"Want him, Devin."

"Yeah, yeah, you'll get him."

The wolf finally pulled his socks away, and the werewolf actually let him go. Before Scar could do anything to try and run away, though, Devin - wolf - grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Ah. You think you're going anywhere, think again. Night Paw can run you down faster than you can run. Do what we say, you stay safe. Try and run, we'll make you do it anyway, then let everyone else do it."

Not much choice there. Scar stayed as still as he could, even as the werewolf's jumpsuit hit the ground at his side.

Oh god, what's next?

The answer came a split second later, as his head was suddenly pulled into hot, rank, musky, sweaty darkness. He grunted, mmmph-ing as loud as he could, trying to pull away from the werewolf's armpit, but he was trapped. He threw himself from side to side, groaning desperately, but the werewolf had him in a deathgrip.

And it got worse as he felt the other wolf pulling his jumpsuit off, stripping him down, taking away everything. He could feel the cold air on his feet, on his chest, even on his dick and his ass as the jumpsuit was peeled off of him. Scar screamed into the werewolf's pit as he was forced to lick up the sweat in there, his cheeks burning in humiliation as Devin started fondling his ass.

"Yeah, you're gonna be a tight one, aren't ya?"

"I get him first. You got the last one."

"Alright, alright. I'm not taking it, Night. Just make sure that I get a good chance with his mouth."

He was getting turned into a fucktoy for these two. Goddamn it, he should have known something like this was gonna happen. The shark squirmed as he felt a hand sliding under his tail, rubbing between his ass cheeks, even pushing -

"MMMPH!"

Right into his asshole. It was slippery with sweat and spit, at least, but that was hardly any better. He squirmed, trying to kick, but the moves were half-hearted at best. He kept remembering what the lawyer said.

Don't start anything. Don't fight. Just go along with it, and you'll be out in a few months.

The coyote better be fucking right if he was going to go through this.

A few more minutes in the musk hell, and he was free. He dropped to his hands and knees, gasping for the clean air that he had been denied, only for a whole new sort of musk to hit him.

The shark looked up to see a big, fat dick resting on his face, and a second later, a dick that was fatter still landed on his ass.

Fuck.

They had him pinned, and they had him hidden. There was no guard nearby for him to shout for, no other inmates around that might not use him the way that these two were planning on. He was utterly fucked.

The werewolf's cock ground up and down between his ass cheeks, taunting him and fucking with his backside. The tip alone was bigger than he wanted to think about sliding into his ass, and the rest of it...

"Hey, boy."

Devin slapped his cheek with the slippery, smelly cock in front of him.

"Open up."

"Mmmph..."

Knowing that he didn't have a choice if he wanted to keep this to a threesome instead of a gangbang, he opened his mouth. The slippery tip of the wolf's dick tasted of musky salt, and he groaned as he felt it sliding further and further down his throat. It didn't take long before Devin was fucking his face, and only the sheer size of the shark's mouth made it easy for him to take it. Experience wasn't a factor.

His ass, on the other hand...

Devin had to grab his face to keep him from screaming as that fat cock slid inside of him, forcing him wide open and leaving him huffing and puffing into the other male's crotch. He shivered, panting, gasping, even knowing that it could not be more than half of that dick just yet.

"Heh, that's it. Let it in. You're gonna be a good bitch for us."

If I live through it...fuck...fucking hell...

The End