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Tyler hurried down the city streets, glad to finally be out of class. Maybe his decision to marathon two full seasons of Game of Thrones over the weekend was starting to affect him, but all the akita could think was that whoever's cruel, sick idea it was to stick him in math as the last class of the day deserved to have his head on a spike outside the city gates so all the dirty peasants could see the punishments for poor class scheduling. Tyler smirked to himself, picturing his asshole Assistant Principal as the equally assholish boy king in the show, and visualizing him getting slapped around repeatedly.

On his way home, Tyler decided to stop off for a quick iced mocha at a nearby coffee shop. As he approached, he saw a snow leopard sitting on the ground outside, playing an acoustic guitar. With an ill-fitting fedora, square-rimmed glasses, long, unkempt blonde hair, and scarf around his neck in 80-degree weather, the feline looked like the first result from a Google search for "hipster". His guitar case was open next to him, with some loose change and a couple of CDs with art on the cover that looked like full justification to revoke anyone's Photoshop license.

Tyler rolled his eyes and walked right past the snow leopard, going in the order his overpriced coffee drink. The barista apathetically took his money and went over to the espresso machine... where his iPad was set up with a frantic game of Angry Birds in process. Sighing impatiently, Tyler stood by the door as he waited for his drink, hoping to catch at least a little bit of breeze. The snow leopard continued to play on his guitar, as the occasional passersby tossed various coins into his guitar case. He wasn't bad, Tyler thought to himself, at least he has the decency to not sit in the middle of the coffee shop and torture everyone who hadn't brought noise-cancelling headphones.

When his iced mocha was ready, Tyler took a long gulp, sighing with relief as he tasted the cold liquid. He walked back outside, where the snow leopard was holding up one of his CDs to him.

"Here, take one! It's free!"

Tyler started to step aside, but decided to at least humor the snow leopard - at the very least, it would make a good coaster. He took the CD, and went along on his way.

As Tyler left his sight, the snow leopard stood up, walking behind the coffee shop with a sly grin. He took his guitar case and casually tossed it into the dumpster, followed by his scarf and glasses. He took off his jacket to reveal the tan suit he wore underneath. He adjusted his tie and took off his hat, but didn't toss it in the trash - it would look far better on fire.

"How the hell do those people stand to dress like this all the time? Whoever came up with scarves in late spring needs his head on a spike outside the city gates."

The snow leopard huffed and straightened out his tie, catching his reflection in a nearby puddle. He rolled his shoulders back and took out a voice recorder, muttering into it.

"Beginning Clinical Trial Three... this'll definitely be fun."

* * *

Tyler sat at his computer, pouring himself some cold, refreshing Dr. Pepper into a frosted mug, and reclined back, idly browsing Reddit for a few hours rather than do any of the homework he promised himself he'd get done. As the akita lifted his mug to his lips, he noticed the wet ring on his wooden desk. He used a nearby sock to wipe it up and looked around for something he could use to set his mug on, lest his mom give him hell - after all, letting a wooden desk come into contact with water one time would render it permanently destroyed.

Tyler shuffled around his belongings when he found the CD that dirty hipster had given him. He stared at the cover and shuddered. It pictured a snow leopard in a fedora and a scarf crouched beside a cop car that had been spray-painted neon pink, looking like it had been taken with a cell phone and stretched out to look obviously pixelated. The album title seemed pasted on using WordArt, with the title, "Neon Pink Cop Car" written in... seriously, Comic Sans?! There's irony, and then there's just being a twat. Tyler rolled his eyes and slid out the CD. The CD itself just had the exact same cover art printed onto printer paper, cut out, and pasted onto the disk.

Tyler set his drink down on the album cover and leaned back, cringing as he looked at the disk. On a whim, he opened up his disk drive and popped the CD in. iTunes immediately came up, acting unsure of what to do with an actual music CD, deciding to just import it onto his hard drive. He double-clicked on the first song... and then scrambled to hit the Stop button as his speakers assaulted him with most pathetic attempt at "indie-rock" he'd ever heard.

The akita shuddered and ejected the CD, tossing it directly into the trash where it could never harm anyone ever again. "Get used to sitting on curbs outside coffee shops", he thought to himself as he went back to mindlessly browsing the internet. After several hours, the pup found himself growing ready to succumb to bed-gravity. He plugged his iPhone into his computer to sync everything up and charge overnight, and passed out on his bed in minutes.

As Tyler slept, the tiny program written to automatically execute when "Neon Pink Cop Car" was put into a computer began to work its magic. Tyler's computer speakers began playing quietly, playing a tune that he hadn't noticed before. The song played on repeat for several hours, coding several messages into the akita's mind before deleting itself.

Tyler woke to his alarm clock blaring out at him, interrupting a rather bizarre dream of him dressed in a horrible mermaid costume, swimming through an underwater scene that looked like it had been made by a middle school drama class. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, pulling away his bedsheets to reveal a horrifying scene. For the first time since he was a pup, his bedsheets were completely soaked. He yelped and sprung out of bed, practically ripping off the sheets and stuffing them away, reminding himself to put them into the wash after a shower.

Tyler cursed himself as he scrubbed down his fur in the shower, using half a bottle of shampoo on his sheath. He huffed and cleaned himself off thoroughly, making sure to pee as much as he could into the toilet before he went back into his room, pulling on some clean clothes and grabbing his phone from his computer. He stuffed away his soaked undies and bedsheets into the hamper, confident they would at least dry enough before his mom got home from work to not arouse suspicion.

He grabbed himself a couple of Pop Tarts and a bottled water on his way out the door as he hurried out of the house, not wanting to be late for school after having to take some extra time to get ready. The canine grumbled to himself as he walked through the streets, sipping at his water as he passed several clothing stores and various shops on his way to school.

The first half of his day went by without any incident. History and Chemistry went by just as every day - a completely boring struggle to stay conscious enough to not get yelled at by arrogant teachers. Before heading to English, he stopped by a vending machine and grabbed himself a soda to sip at while stuck in class - a Dr. Pepper, as always.

He sat through yet another boring lecture in class, listening to his teacher droning on and on about how the offhanded mention of a set of blue curtains in a book represented sadness and depression, rather than just poor choice in interior decorating. His teacher finally stopped talking to give them a quick writing assignment: a paragraph on how the plot of a three hundred page novel hinged entirely on a set of blue curtains that were never mentioned again in the entire book.

As Tyler scrawled out a paragraph of pure bullshit to please his teacher, he felt a strangely warm feeling in his lap. He shifted around uncomfortably, resting a paw on his lap, only to find that it was completely wet. His eyes shot open, and he looked down, seeing that he had wet himself again, this time while fully awake. He blushed deep red, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Fortunately, everyone was distracted by their writing.

The akita bit down on his lower lip, not knowing how it had happened. He hadn't even felt himself go, not noticing until he had stuck his paw in it. Before he could think of what to do next, the bell rang. Tyler practically threw his paper forward and pulled his backpack over his lap, hurrying out of the room so nobody could see his piss-covered pants.

Tyler counted his blessings that his next class was gym - at least he'd be able to change out of his soaked pants. He ran into the locker room and yanked his pants off, stuffing them into his locker before anyone could see, and pulled on his gym shorts. He gave a sigh of relief and finally slowed down, his heart pounding as he collected himself.

Gym went by as a total blur. There were jumping jacks, pushups, running, Tyler was barely thinking about it. He let himself go on autopilot as he racked his brain for what to do about his situation. He had a pair of piss-soaked jeans stuffed in his locker, and his only other clothes were his gym shorts, which were currently getting soaked in sweat.

When his gym teacher had the class run a lap around the school, Tyler decided to take his only chance. Rather than returning to the rest of the class at the end, he rushed back to the locker room and yanked his jeans and boxers out of his locker. He brought them into the shower and held them up, rinsing out the urine as best as he could. It would leave him with a soaked pair of pants, but at least then it wouldn't be obvious. When he heard the locker room doors open again, he jumped out, pulling off his gym clothes and stuffing them back into his locker. He started to pull up his jeans to the confused stares of his other classmates.

"Dude... why are your pants soaked?"

Thinking quickly, he tucked his tail between his legs and pulled them up the rest of the way.

"I, uh..." he stammered nervously, "Left a water bottle in there. Leaked all over everything."

His classmates stared at him for a moment, but were distracted by their usual locker room shenanigans. Nobody gave any thought to Tyler's disappearance, or the fact that his pants were far more soaked than any water bottle could manage, and went about harassing each other, snapping towels, and using Axe spray as a chemical weapon.

Tyler snuck out, wandering through the halls until he reached his locker. He recovered his backpack and cell phone and headed to the edge of school. Once he was sure that none of the campus narcs were around, he snuck off, heading into town. He made his way to the nearest WalMart, trying to stay as subtle as possible as he looked for a clean pair of pants. Once he managed to score himself a dry set of clothes, Tyler snuck back onto campus. He made it through the rest of his classes without incident... until Math.

As he sat in his math class, halfheartedly listening to his teacher go over a proof of the cubic formula, he checked his phone. He saw that he had a missed call from a private number from earlier in the day that he hadn't noticed earlier. He cleared away the notification and huffed - if whoever sent it didn't even bother to leave a voice mail, it couldn't have been that important.

Tyler didn't know why his math teacher had such a hard-on for proofs. There was a difference between showing how a formula works and showing off how quickly you can do complicated integrals on a blackboard in front of tired, bored high school kids. Luckily, the old bear got so into his proofs, he never noticed how the entire class was just completely checked out. As Tyler yawned, reaching for his phone to shoot off a couple of texts, he noticed two things. First, that he had a missed call from a private number. Second, the front of his new jeans were completely soaked.

Tyler felt his blood go cold in his veins as the realization hit him. He hadn't even heard his phone go off, even though he hadn't even set it to vibrate, and holy shit, he was sitting in a puddle of his own urine. The akita looked around, but everyone surrounding him was off in their own little world of ignoring the teacher going over how l'Hospital's rule applied to integrating hyperbolas. However, class was out in ten minutes, and there was ample time for something to happen. But at least he wasn't too worried about something like-

"Tyler, how about you come up and show how these variables plug into this formula?"

Tyler's head snapped up quickly enough to give most people whiplash. He looked around, seeing everyone's eyes on him. He folded his ears back as he clutched his binder and backpack.

"Uhm..." the akita nearly choked out, "I, uh... don't really know?"

"Just come up and try your best." The teacher insisted.

Tyler bit his lower lip and cringed. He had expected to have a lot longer to formulate a plan, but now he was on the spot with everyone looking right in. He looked at the door and did possibly the most idiotic thing possible. Without saying a word, he grabbed his backpack, held his binder over his crotch, and bolted for the door. Ignoring the shocked stammering protest from his teacher, the akita sprinted through the halls of his schools, not stopping until he was almost a hundred yards from campus. Tyler finally managed to duck into an alley, panting heavily.

Tyler racked his brain to figure out what the hell was going on with him. His day started with soaked bedsheets, and now he had wet his pants twice without even noticing it. He worked up the courage to pull away his binder and survey the situation. The entire front of his pants were completely wet, though thankfully most of it wound up on the opposite pocket from his phone - that would just be awful to explain to the warranty department. He definitely wasn't going to be able to make it home trying to hide that, but at least he could hurry along before anyone noticed. As he was plotting out the most discrete route home, however, a stern voice behind him snapped him back to attention.

"Shouldn't you be in school, son?"

Tyler spun around, not even thinking to cover himself. A large german shepherd in a police uniform stood behind him, looking the teen up and down. He raised a brow as his gaze fell on the akita's pants.

"Let me guess, a 'water bottle' leaked?" the shepherd preempted Tyler's exact alibi.

Tyler whimpered a bit, holding his paws over his crotch while he stammered to try to find something to say.

"Better run along home then," The cop said with a chuckle, "Might want to see someone about that little problem of yours."

Tyler meeped and nodded, running out of the alley toward his house. The officer just smirked and reached for his radio, muttering into it.

"Yeah, he's on his way. Better get everything ready."

Tyler hustled his way home as quickly as he could, fumbling for his key and stumbling through the front door. Once inside he let his backpack and binder fall to the floor as he doubled over, panting heavily. It took him a moment to catch his breath, at which point he heard something coming from upstairs. It sounded almost like... opera music?

Tyler grabbed a knife from the kitchen ready to fend off a possible intruder as he went upstairs. As he climbed the staircase, his heart sank as he realized that the music was coming from his bedroom. The akita pressed his paw on the door and slowly pushed it open, revealing a blonde snow leopard wearing a powder blue suit dancing around and singing along with the obnoxiously loud music.

"Pronto prontissimo son come il fulmine

sono il factotum della città.

Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo;

a te fortuna non mancherà!"

As he held the final note as long as he could hold his breath, he spun around, eventually landing facing Tyler with a sinister looking grin. The akita was frozen, both in horror at the awful dancing and singing, and confusion as to why he was suddenly listening to a snow leopard singing "Figaro".

"You know, it's proper to applaud such a fantastic performance," the snow leopard scolded, making an overly-exaggerated bow, "It's hard as fuck to memorize all that Italian."

Tyler stood there, his knees quaking as he held up the kitchen knife. His paw was shaking as the tried to look threatening with his soaked pants.

"Wh-who the hell are you?" Tyler demanded, "What are you doing in my house?"

The snow leopard simply rolled his eyes and picked up his phone. He tapped a few buttons, and as though it were a remote control, Tyler's legs turned to jelly. He fell to his knees, dropping the knife. He looked up, trying to yell some string of obscenities, but he was quickly distracted by the warm wet feeling spreading throughout his pants. He whimpered to himself and folded his ears back, his tail curling between his legs.

"Pretty cool, eh?" the snow leopard gloated, "I didn't think you'd even play that CD. 'Oh no, he has much better taste in music!', I said. 'Nobody listens to that hipster trash!', I said. It's people like you that are the reason there's no good music anymore. Pick up a metal album, for pity's sake."

As Tyler looked up, he suddenly realized where he had seen that snow leopard before. He barely recognized him without the scarf, glasses, and fedora, but when he mentioned the CD he'd been forced into taking the day before, the snow leopard was unmistakably the hipster from before.

"It's a pretty simple thing, really," the snow leopard began to monologue, "I actually stole the idea from some record label's anti-piracy protections. You put the CD in your computer, and before you can do anything, it installs a little program to make sure that you're not about to steal it and give it to all your little friends. I just modified it a little bit.

"All it does it make your phone sync to your computer, setting custom ringtones to a series of phone numbers. These ringtones are well outside the range of anyone's hearing, but after playing a special track all night while you sleep, they trigger special pre-programmed responses whenever I call you. I can see by your soaked pants and your bedsheets in the hamper that it's been working exactly as I'd planned."

Tyler tried to bring himself to his feet, but found himself stuck on his knees. He looked up at the snow leopard and growled.

"Who... who the hell are you?" he asked meekly.

"You... mean you haven't heard of me?" the snow leopard asked, his voice tinged with disappointment, "Enil Christensen? Evil Feline Council agent extraordinaire? I've been in the news almost every other week! Don't you kids even read any news that doesn't have to do with Justin Bieber?"

As Tyler just stared at the snow leopard with a confused expression, he heard the front door open again. Frozen in place, he could do nothing as he heard two people coming up the stairs. He turned his head to see the police officer he had run into in the alley, as well as another smaller one, staring down at him.

"O-officers!" the akita squeaked out, "Thank god you're here! This nutjob's done some weird brainwashing on me!"

The larger german shepherd chuckled and stepped past Tyler, grabbing Enil by his tie.

"Nutjob, eh?" the canine echoed sarcastically, "That's probably the nicest thing I've ever heard this spotty pain in the ass ever called."

Tyler's eyes shot open as the snow leopard undid the shepherd's uniform top, pulling it off to reveal the leather harness he wore underneath. The smaller cop followed suit himself, and the two sat down on Tyler's bed as Enil sat down on their laps, his paws stroking over their muscled chests. Tyler's jaw dropped as he watched the two shepherds nuzzle up to the feline.

"You see, I had to find someone else to test this new program on," Enil explained, "These two don't exactly make for good test subjects, since I'd hardly notice the difference if I hypnotized them into being my obedient little bitches."

Enil chuckled and took his phone back out. He dialed the poor akita's phone, and the pup immediately brought himself up, sitting on his knees. As though he was just a puppet on strings, the teen's paws moved on their own, removing his shirt and undoing his belt.

"There's a good pup," Enil said condescendingly, "Little pups don't get to wear clothes - just a nice collar and leash."

Tyler whimpered as he slid his soaked pants and boxers down, showing the three his red and white fur and his sheath. Urine still clung to his fur, matting it down a bit as he kicked his clothes away. Enil just grinned and patted his thighs. Unable to control his muscles, Tyler crawled on all fours toward the snow leopard and rested his head on his lap. Enil purred softly and petted the pup between his ears like a common dog.

"Good boy," the snow leopard said, rubbing at Tyler's ears. The akita couldn't help himself - his tail started to wag uncontrollably behind himself, "I think you've even earned yourself a walk!"

Tyler tried to force himself to jump to his feet and deck the snow leopard in the face, or at least run as fast as he could to call some real cops. He didn't know how Enil was about to control him like a puppet, but he was determined to break whatever hypnosis he'd been subjected to. However, the akita's body took every signal from his brain and interpreted it as "Oh, sit on my knees like an obedient puppy? Can do, boss!"

Enil grinned and stood, producing a leather collar from his suit and fastening it around Tyler's neck. He clipped a leash onto it and gave a firm tug to make sure it was secure.

"You two, go ahead and make sure we're not going to get any unwanted attention from your amigos in uniform."

The smaller german shepherd rolled his eyes, but the two stood and collected their shirts, putting them back on and swiftly exiting the house. Enil gave them a few minutes before he began to walk, Tyler's body unable to resist following him on all fours. As they reached the front door, Tyler began to whimper, managing to tug just a bit on his leash. Enil just gave an amused laugh and reached down to scratch behind the pup's ear.

"Don't worry now," Enil reassured the akita, "Roman and Adrian can be sarcastic twats, but they're quite useful. Plus, I'm carrying a special speaker on me to emit a special sound. It'll make sure that as long as nobody pays close attention to you, they'll barely notice you. As long as you don't bring any special attention to yourself, everyone will just see a sharply-dressed feline taking his pup for a walk - at least, out of the corners of their eyes."

Somehow, Enil's assurances did little to calm Tyler down. He only managed to whimper and tug weakly at the leash as Enil threw open the front door, leading him out into the warm summer weather. Tyler folded his ears back and tucked his tail between his legs - it was bad enough being forced to be out in public completely naked, but on all fours on the end of a leash was just horrid. Enil just beamed and began to lead Tyler up the street, pulling out a voice recorder and muttering into it.

"Subject shows some minor signs of resistance, but little more than an annoyed dog."

Tyler blushed deep red as he walked on his paws and knees, looking around pleadingly to anyone who might stop to help. Unfortunately, Enil's 'special speaker' did its job perfectly - nobody paid the two any mind besides a quick nod here and there. As far as they were concerned, it was just a snow leopard with curious fashion taste taking his large dog for a walk. Tyler was able to relax just a bit - at least he didn't have to worry about this little trip showing up on every news station in the city.

Just as he started to relax, however, he felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. He whimpered and tugged on his leash, trying to get Enil's attention. The snow leopard stopped and looked at the pup quizzically, but relaxed his grip on the leash a bit to give Tyler some room. He took out his phone and tapped a couple buttons, and before he could even whimper in protest, Tyler was padding over to a nearby lawn. As his mind screamed at him to stop, Tyler lifted his leg up to his side and began to relieve himself on the grass, like any common pup would. Once he had finished, he padded back over to Enil, who crouched down to rub behind his ears.

"That's my good boy!" Enil complimented the pup.

Enil gripped the pup's leash and walked him several blocks. Every time someone's gaze lingered on him, Tyler folded his ears back and looked away. Nobody, however, made any comment besides what a pretty dog the snow leopard had. It quickly became clear that nobody was going to jump to his rescue.

As the pair rounded the corner, Tyler's ears perked as he saw a blue police uniform. Just as he was trying to muster up the control to bark at him, the cop turned his head. Tyler's heart sank back down as he saw that it was just Roland. Enil saw his friend and began to pick up the pace toward the shepherd. When Roman noticed them, he smirked and came toward them, casually reaching down to pat Tyler's head.

"What a pretty little pup you have here," Roman cooed, not even trying to mask the sarcasm dripping from his lips, "Wish I could get an obedient boy like that."

As the German shepherd and the snow leopard exchanged snippy remarks, Tyler just blushed and looked around. He tried sitting down, but found himself growing restless and started pacing around as far as his leash would allow. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself on all fours behind Roman.

"Whoa there," the cop yelped, "Looks like somebody's getting a bit friendly!"

Tyler snapped back to reality to find his nose buried under Roman's tail. He had been sniffing at Roman's ass furiously, his tail wagging behind him. Enil stared for just a moment before breaking out in hysterical laughter. Roman just rolled his eyes and gave Tyler a light bap on the nose, chuckling a bit while Enil was brought almost to his knees. Tyler just folded his ears back and tucked his tail between his legs, whimpering at what he'd just done. He looked down and froze in horror, seeing his cocktip starting to poke out of his sheath. Luckily, nobody seemed to pay that part any mind.

After several solid minutes of laughter, Enil finally managed to collect himself and give Tyler's leash a tug, bringing the pup back to his master's feet.

"Well, far be it from me to break up what I'm sure would grow to become a better love story than Twilight," Enil snickered, "But we should probably get this pup back home. I'll meet you two back there?"

Tyler whined and struggled against his leash, but Enil simply ignored him and tugged him along. Tyler followed along reluctantly, his knees and paws getting quite sore from walking around on all fours on the hot sidewalk. When they got back to Tyler's house, he gave a relieved sigh when he saw the empty driveway. Enil strolled inside as comfortably as he would his own home and hung his jacket on the coat rack.

Enil led Tyler upstairs and plopped down on the akita's bed. Tyler just stared at the snow leopard and whimpered, trying his best to at least stand back up. Enil just smirked and muttered some more notes into his voice recorder. He looked down at Tyler and smirked, patting his stomach. Unable to resist, Tyler padded over to the snow leopard and climbed up onto the bed, curling up beside his master. As Enil typed on his cell phone, he idly stroked his paw over the pup's naked body, giving his rear several pats. Before long, the front door swung open, and Roman's voice sounded through the hall.

"Honey, we're hoooooome!"

Enil rolled his eyes and sat up, pushing Tyler out of his lap. He took him by the leash and led him downstairs, where Roman and Adrian were undressing, stripping down to their leather harnesses and giving each other's sheaths some playful gropes.

"Jeez, you two can't behave yourselves for thirty seconds?" Enil scoffed, sitting down on the couch with Tyler sitting at his feet.

"What can I say?" Adrian chuckled as Roman just rolled his eyes, "You almost never let us out of those infernal chastity tubes... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually enjoyed keeping us pent up all the time!"

"Who, me?!" Enil gasped, placing his paw on his chest in a show of sarcastic indignation that wouldn't have even impressed a middle school drama teacher, "I am simply looking out for the... uh... well-being of my... er... much-beloved pups!"

Roman's eyes rolled so far back, it was a wonder he didn't strain his optic nerve. He pulled Adrian in close and pressed his thick sheath against his partner's, kissing the shorter German shepherd on the lips and giving their master a nice sensual display. Emil smirked and upzipped his pants, letting his own sheath free as he stroked Tyler between his ears.

"How about you give your master some attention?" the snow leopard asked menacingly, "Or should I run to the kitchen first? I'm sure a jar of peanut butter would be much more hypnotic than any ringtone."

Tyler whined as Enil tugged on his collar, bringing his muzzle in close to the snow leopard's sheath. He tried to stop himself, but as the words "peanut butter" left the feline's lips, the words just kept bouncing around inside his head. He couldn't stop thinking about it, until he could almost taste it in his mouth. He started to lap at the snow leopard's sheath, a blush creeping across his face.

Enil purred and stroked between his pet's ears, grinning as he reclined back, his pink cocktip already extending out into the pup's muzzle. Adrian and Roman moaned as they fondled and kissed each other, licking all over each other's faces. As Enil watched the show and enjoyed Tyler's tongue, he licked his lips, getting a particularly sinister idea.

"Oh Roman," Enil practically sang, "I do believe my pet was hoping for a better taste earlier."

Tyler perked his ears and meeped, tilted his head in confusion. Roman also gave the snow leopard a confused look for a moment, before realization hit both of them. Tyler whimpered and whined as Enil turned the pup's head toward the shepherd, his legs quivering. Adrian smirked and held onto Roman by the straps of his harness, turning the shepherd's back to the pup and snow leopard. Enil gave Tyler's rear a slap, and the pup almost automatically padded forward.

Tyler tried to will his paws and legs to stand back up and run out of the house. He tried to will his muzzle to the side to land anywhere besides under the canine's tail. He tried to keep his tongue behind his teeth, not pressing against Roman's tailhole. He even tried to keep his tail from wagging furiously behind him. To the great amusement of everyone in the room besides Tyler, he failed quite horribly.

Roman shuddered as the pup's tongue pressed against his tailhole, his own tail starting to wag, batting the akita repeatedly in the forehead. As Tyler lapped at the German shepherd's ass, circling along that fleshy ring, Adrian leaned forward, reaching around Roman and over Tyler's back to run a paw along the pup's rear, pressing his fingerpad against the akita's hole. Tyler whined and whimpered, but couldn't do anything but poke his tongue deeper.

"You could have... at least let me showered first...." Roman panted in between moans, "Been in 'uniform' all day... and it's hot as balls out there...."

Tyler whined, his nose buried right under Roman's tail, getting more than enough of a whiff of a full day's worth of walking around. The akita tried to pull his head away, but could only prod deep into the German shepherd's ass with his tongue. Even if he wanted to pull his whole body back, he found himself quite trapped by Adrian's fingers burying themselves into his own rear.

Before long, Tyler felt a tug on his collar, freeing him from Roman's ass. He quickly found himself, however, eye-level with Enil's cock. The feline smirked and lightly poked the akita's nose with the tip, leaving a little drop of pre on it.

"What a good pup," Enil cooed as he patted Tyler's rear, "Though I think it's time you got some loving under YOUR tail."

Adrian chuckled and slid his fingers out of the pup's rear, giving his cheek a firm squeeze before standing back up and planting that paw right back on Roman's. Enil wrapped Tyler's leash around his paw a couple of times to shorten the length, then dropped down to his knees behind the akita, pressing his hips forward and pressing his cock lengthwise between the pup's asscheeks. Tyler whimpered, but couldn't will himself to do anything besides lean back into the snow leopard. Enil smirked and reached down, pressing his cocktip against Tyler's tailhole and slowly pushing his hips forward. Tyler let out a gasp as his ass was filled, but slowly began to moan and bite his lower lip.

"There's a good boy," Enil said, hilting inside the pup and tugging on his leash, "Now I think it's time for a special treat. It'll be like a Milk Bone... only I'll be pounding your ass... there's a pun in there somewhere."

Indeed, Enil's 'treat' was hardly the thing that would appear on most dogfood boxes. Nevertheless, Tyler moaned and squirmed as Enil started to hump in and out of the pup's rear, growling as he pulled back on the leash. Adrian and Roman had begun to stroke each other's cocks in front of the pup, watching intently as Enil rammed into the boy.

Tyler could only imagine how long the feline spent humping in and out of him. The snow leopard tried to get the pup to count off his thrusts, but that fell apart with the realization that puppies couldn't count out loud. The snow leopard just violently hammered into the akita' growling and moaning with each thrust until he started to shoot off into the young canine's rear. As Enil slowly pulled out, his barbs dragging along inside the akita's rear, Adrian and Roman both shot off their own loads right onto the pup's muzzle.

Enil smirked and ruffled Tyler's hair, when the faint sound of a car pulling into the driveway and conservative talk radio being switched off filled the room. Enil, Adrian, and Roman looked up at each other, silently making eye contact, and sprinted toward their clothes. As the two German shepherds made off out the back door, Enil returned briefly to Tyler, pressing down on his hips.

"Sit. Stay. Good boy." Enil commanded, leaning in to kiss the pup between his ears, "We'll have to do this again soon... I've got your number. Don't worry, I've got plenty of other experiments to test out."

If Enil had a smoke bomb, he would have dropped in there, but instead, he grabbed his hat, spun on his heels, and took off. Just as his tail whisked out of view, the garage door opened, and Tyler's parents walked in to find the pup sitting on his knees, paws out in front of him, and a huge erection between his legs. Tyler felt something snap in his head, and he felt as though he could move again. This time, though, he found himself completely paralyzed, sitting out in the living room wearing nothing but a collar and several other males' cum on his muzzle.

"Um... woof?"