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"Hey, I found the bottle opener!" Vince called out as he stepped into his kitchen, eyes scanning the room for his best friend Paul. It was the hottest day of summer, and Paul had come over to the bungalow Vince shared with his dad to share some beer and A/C, which was broken at Paul's downtown apartment. Unable to see the buff wrestler, Vince was about to call out again, wondering where the guy could have wandered off to in five minutes, when he heard a quiet whimper, immediatly followed by a low growl. Following the sound curiously, Vince expected to see his doberman, Brutus, ploughing yet another bitch in heat in their backyard. The sight that greeted him was not that far off, but it still shocked him to see that the bitch in this scenario was Paul. Having gone through high school and two years of college together as state champion wrestlers, Vince had seen Paul's tackle quite a bit, yet now he could see nothing but a pink slit between his friends strong thighs. A pink slit that Brutus was trying to dive face first into as Paul tried to push the massive dog away. Paul's jeans lay discarded a few feet away, the tooth, claw and slobber marks telling Vince all that he needed to know. The metallic clatter of the bottle opener hitting the floor snapped him out of his daze and he realised that while he'd been standing there, Brutus had finally won the battle, and was now slurping noisily at Paul's mysterious vag. At the same time, Vince noticed Paul's skin starting to darken, along with the blonde hair that covered his body, which was no longer curly and rough, but smooth and silky, just like the fur of the dog that was raping him! Vince watched in horror as his best friend writhed under the Brutus' loving tongue, the massive doberman pressing it's sloppy muzzle deep into Paul's furred cunt. Paul's hands reached out to press against Brutus' head again, but this time they were pulling the doberman closer as the former male began grinding his pussy up and down, moaning like the animal he was becoming. Vince caught a glimpse of Brutus' bright red dick as it swung heavily between the dogs legs, already dripping with virile doberman semen.

Completely freaked out and half convinced he was dreaming, Vince slipped back into the house and tried to process what he had just seen. Unfortunately for him, someone was already waiting for him and as soon as he stepped into the hallway they pounced, wrapping their meaty, fur covered arms around the shell-shocked jock and dragging him into their bedroom before he could even sqeak a protest. From there it was a short toss until Vince landed on his father's bed, flinching as his bare back slapped wetly against sex-soaked sheets. Once he stopped bouncing his eyes focused on the furred form in front of him, and he realised that it was some human shaped doberman that looked exactly like Brutus, well if Brutus walked on two legs, and had a wet vagina between those legs. The dog-person regarded him huffily, thick arms on oddly mannish hips. In fact, just like Paul, the only thing NOT dripping with macho manliness was that dripping cunt.

"Fucking dog blue-balled me for that friend of yours. Asshole can probably smell the fresh pussy a mile away," The creature said, placing a heavy knee on the bed, then the other, crawling over the bed till it was on all fours over Vince. Vince turned his face away as the creature huffed a warm, moist breath at him, and as he did so, it slipped a hand, Paw?, down his loose shorts and caressed the treasure within.

"Yeah, all male, that's what I'm looking for!" The beast said, as Vince futily tried to get the iron hard hand off his jewels as the beast caressed his sack firmly, but gently. While Vince was fighting with one hand, the other was swiftly removing the last of the buff college boys clothing, leaving the two to tussle together nakedly, exposed flesh rubbing over sweat slicked fur. The creature's hands inevitably found their way to Vince's sack, ass, and dick, which was growing hard despite Vince's best attempts to control himself. Within minutes he was just as sweaty as his adversary, and probably equally as aroused. Yet he still fought to control his growing libido, which was getting more and more out of control. Each grope made his muscles shudder and grow weaker and even his wrestling prowess could not beat the tenacious hands of the creature, not to mention the fact that the creature was just as muscled as Vince's dad who worked as a personal trainer. Eventually the beast captured his hands in one massive fist, while the other positioned Vince's throbbing dick at the creature's slick entrance. With an agonising slowness, the beast began to slid down Vince's shaft, inner walls roiling and gripping, pulling the pulsing head of Vince's cut dick deeper and deeper into the feral cunt.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck, you're as hung as you're old man kid! well, as hung as I used to be!" The beast hissed out, sopping vag now lying flush with Vince's crotch. The beast smiled as he saw Vince's eyes widen, leaning in close his helpless son.

"That's right, you're gonna plant a nice big load in your daddy's aching cunt,"

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Paul's mind was blank save for a burning need to have more dick inside of him, preferrably dog dick. Brutus' one shaft wasn't enough for the slutty cunt boy, despite it having grown to nearly a foot and a half in length, with a knot the size of a grapefruit locking it into Paul's puffy pussy. Brutus had undergone a similar change to Paul and now he loomed at eight feet in height, with cock and balls to match. Despite having most of his anatomy rearranged to suit bipedalism, the former pet's dick was still the same as when he was purely an animal, just twice as big and virile. Right now he was lying down on the grass, enjoying the feeling of his massive fuckstick pumping nearly a gallon of cum into his bitches cunt, while the cunt boy's tunnel practically sucked the virile load out of him. Unable to seek out more dick to split his needy pussy, Paul contented himself with exploring every inch of Brutus that he could reach. Nipples were pinched, licked and sucked until they were rock hard and aching and their owner was panting and thrusting his knotted dick deeper into Paul's vag in pure sex-fueled stupor. Paul cried out as he came yet again, cunt clenching tightly against the beautiful manly dick inside of him.

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Vince's face burned with shame and embarrasment as his father used him as a living dildo. The ex-man seemed to care only with having another load in his already well-used cunt as he slammed himself onto Vince's dick over and over. Worst was the realisation that his father had let go of his hands ages ago, and he had been so lost in the glorious feeling of that silky slit that he hadn't even noticed, and now that he had, he couldn't bring himself to push his horny bitch of a father off. Instead he found his hands drifting down his father's sleek, muscled body until they grasped his firm ass as it jiggled and rolled with each bounce. He even found himself starting to thrust his hips in time with his father's bounces, becoming even more aroused when his father encouraged him to take control and "really fuck" him. Unable to resist his growing bestial instincts, Vince dug his nails into his father's asscheeks, pulling them apart and slamming the now squealing cunt boy onto his changing dick.

Had his eyes not been clenched up tightly, he would have noticed the layer of fur that now covered his body, or that his nose had grown into thick muzzle. He did however notice the change in his dick, but that was only when his knot locked him inside his father's pussy and he began spewing his hot load of doggy jizz.

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Vince awoke suddenly in the middle of the night. Beside him, his father was sleeping soundly, despite having his ass in the air with a thick cucumber shoved deep into his vagina. After hours of hormone fueled fucking, they had finally fallen asleep, exhausted, but Vince's dick still stirred as his dad's heady pussy scent wafted over him, eager for more. Able to think straight for the first time in hours, Vince decided against waking the sleeping doberman for another round and instead went to get a breath of fresh night air. However once he reached the kitchen his foot hit a warm furry mound. Looking down he saw a dark shadow cover most of the floor, as it moved he realised it was another human-doberman, though this one was far bigger than either him or his father. The mound of muscles sleepily licked it's chops, idly sniffing the air. Flicking the light on, Vince instantly recognised the red leather strip clutched in the doberman's hand.

"Brutus?"

At the sound of his name Brutus' ears perked up and the dog-man began panting excitedly. Before Vince could do anything, his pet began rubbing his massive head against Vince's bare legs. The stimulation was enough for Vince's eager soldier to peek out of his plump sheath and begin wafting potent masculine musk through the air. Knowing his job was to please his alpha, Brutus unflinching began licking and cleaning off Vince's dirty cock. Shocked by Brutus' willingness, Vince glanced down at the kneeling doberman's crotch just to confirm that he was still male. Vince instantly sprang a full woody when he realised that not only was Brutus still male, but that he was sporting a horse-sized boner while sucking his master off. Fucking a guy with a vag was pretty hot, but having someone completly male, and obviously interested in ladies, completly willing to give you a blow job cause you might want one? That was enough for Vince to shoot his eight load for the day, but not before he grabbed Brutus' head and brutally used his mouth as a fuckhole.

Once Brutus had completly licked and sucked Vince clean, the doberman began working on his own erection, curling down his long spine until he could thrust his whole cock into his muzzle, orange sized testicles slamming into his nose with each thrust. Vince watched for a bit, but he was finally all sexed out, and found little pleasure in watching another guy get himself off. However, before he could return to bed, a sharp yip drew his attention to the patio door, through which he saw another humanoid-doberman, who could only have been Paul, surrounded by a number of dogs, some feral, some humanoid, all of whom were clamouring for a turn at the wrestler turned pro-slut's holes, both ends seemed equally popular, and Vince's friend seemed completly happy with a knot in his hole and a tip at his lips.

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One Month Later

They were calling it the Apocolypse on the news. A disease that had spread itself through the worlds water supplies in a matter of days, infecting 90% of the worlds population. Not that Vince really cared. He had his father tightly leashed to the bed for his own personal use, and Paul tied to a stake outside for the use of anything with a dick. He could even get Brutus to lift his tail for him if his two bitches were completely worn out, after all, he'd been the dog's master for years, so it was practically the same thing. He tried returning the favour for Brutus, but he couldn't even get the goliath's tip inside of him, and Brutus preferred to bottom for his master anyway. Vince nearly loved fucking Brutus as much as he loved fucking his father. Having the massive ball of muscles bent over submissivly, ass clenching tighter than either of his bitches could manage as Brutus wasted a load of cum on the floor while Vince claimed his ass for his own was heavenly. But it couldn't compare to the feeling he got from taking the man who sired him and looking him in the eye as he was slowly impaled on his son's dick. He rarely bothered trying to fuck Paul anymore, the Cunt Boy relished his position as household cumrag and spent most of his time being fucked by feral dogs or Brutus or both, only coming inside when Brutus wanted a bedtime fuck before going sleep in Vince's old bed.

Funny how the end of the world seemed to have left them with the perfect life.

The End