FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Cary in A Hands-On Management Style

Written by and characters © Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

* * *

"Yeeouch!"

The shrill shriek drew the immediate and personal attention of the nearest bouncer. He was tall, well over seven feet, with an impressive array of pectorals and abs outlined against his black t-shirt, which was at least a size too small for the burly, muscular Doberman. His pointed ears swiveled as he stared at the offender through his dark sunglasses and down the long, narrow bridge of his sharp muzzle. The side of his lip quivered, rising only slightly before settling back into a stone mask, as his powerful legs stretched outwards against his packed black jeans. The words "The Candy Factory" rippled over his pecs, the silver glitter bouncing the lights of the dance floor as the letters stretched and distended around his pecs. He weaved between the dancing, drunk party-goers as though they weren't there, glutes straining his jeans in the back as a dense male bulge did the same in the front. Within seconds, he was able to reach out and grasp the back of the shirt of the offender, hauling him away from the cute bighorn sheep bartender who rubbed his backside.

"Thanks, Ace!" the sheep said, beaming up at the hardbodied Doberman. The bartender leaned forward, hips pressed out beneath his wiggling tail, and splayed his fingers across the Doberman's thick bulge. "Come see me after my shift and I'll thank you properly! Hee!"

The Doberman grunted. He got at least half a dozen such offers a night for keeping the rougher types clear of the delicate femboys staffing the bar and lounge. On nights like tonight, with the dance floor going and an outside DJ drawing larger crowds, the issues grew larger.

"Sure, Spud, we'll see."

Larger issues were more pressing than hitting on Spud, however, who quickly hustled back to serving drinks. Larger issues, like the muscular shark squirming in the Doberman's outstretched grasp. The shark's shirt pulled at his chest, riding up and exposing the built swimmer's muscular abdominals, far more than a six-pack going on across the pale white stomach and pectorals. The white flesh smoothed into the dark gunmetal blue of the rest of his body, including his growling and snapping snout. The shark's eyes set close above his wide and short muzzle, a pair of nostrils forming at the rounded end. The shark's head looked like a smooth triangle from above, with the width of his tail sweeping angrily beneath him. The bifurcated, flat-finned tip smacked into the floor as he grunted, both hands holding onto the Doberman's wrist to avoid his expensive t-shirt tearing off his muscular biceps.

"Hey, fucko, put me down!" he said, trying to pry open Ace's claws without ripping his shirt.

If the shark were at all trying to avoid consequences for his rude and unwarranted rough behavior towards the staff, or even leniency in the eyes of the growling Doberman bouncer, that was almost exactly the wrong thing to say, at the wrong time, and in the wrong manner. Having hit the grand slam, the shark decided to taunt the pitcher on the way around the bases.

"My shirt cost more than the socks you're using to pad, shitfuck," the shark muttered, still trying to free his shirt. He was a full foot shorter than the Doberman despite being broader in the shoulders and hips than the canine bouncer. "If those sluts you call bartenders didn't want hands on 'em, they wouldn't be dressed like that."

The shark's grip tightened around the Doberman's wrist as the canine's legs moved. The big bouncer's expression didn't change behind his dark sunglasses as he neatly sidestepped a tray carried by a short, plump mouse, then dodged a pair of servers dancing and grinding up on a purring, big-bellied lion. The Doberman threaded his way through the crowd, not allowing himself or his poorly behaving guest to interfere with or cause any further commotion to the other patrons enjoying themselves in a responsible manner. Normal protocol called for Ace to simply eject the patron with a warning or ban depending on the severity and whether it was a first-time offense.

Special instructions, however, changed Ace's mind as he tugged the shark behind him, through a hallway past the restrooms and the door to the DJ booth, which overlooked the broad dance floor. Another bouncer, an enormous stallion with a glossy white hide, stepped to the side and opened the door to a third, nondescript door in the back of the hallway, which was nearly hidden behind the stallion's thick and muscular body. His clothes were, if anything, even tighter and showing off more than the Doberman's.

Stepping through, Ace ignored the startled glance of the palomino pony tapping away at a keyboard, entering numbers from pads and receipts into an accounting program inside a messy, paper-strewn office. How the orders always arrived on time with exactly what the bar required, Ace didn't know, and he wasn't the slightest bit curious, either. The shark's eyes widened as he realized he wasn't just getting tossed out, and he struggled all the harder, smacking his legs into the sides of the doorway into a darkened room on the far side of the palomino's business office.

There was no desk, no imposing bookcases, nothing that demonstrated any real power or influence in the back office. The room was dark, making it hard to tell what color the walls and floor were. Broad windows set high into the wall stretched across the entire wall corner to corner, allowing a shaft of moonlight to pierce through the center of the room. During the day, it allowed a sunbeam through. The shark had seen setups similar before, which usually meant the office belonged to...

A deep purr welled up out of the darkest, inkiest corner of the room, on the far side of the shaft of moonlight. A sleek shadow shifted in the blackness, though the shark could occasionally see the glint of bright golden eyes flickering from beyond the dust motes sparkling in the moonbeams.

"Sorry to bother you, boss," the Doberman said, his voice a curt grunt.

"Oh, it's no bother, Ace," a resonant purr replied, leaving the last part of the bouncer's name to trail off in a teasing hiss. "What has my favorite bouncer found for me tonight?"

The thumping bass and buzzing synths of the dance floor seemed so far far away. The shark swallowed hard, eyes widening as he struggled to keep his confidence up. Something about that voice sent a chill... no, not a chill. The shark's tongue crossed his lips as he took a breath, inhaling the spicy musk thick in the air all around. Not a chill, then.

A thrill.

"Made Spud yell and acted rude when I stepped in to correct his behavior. Accused me of sock-packing."

"Sock packing!" the voice exclaimed. "I never... That's what I like about you, Ace - you get right to the point."

The low, rumbling purr grew louder. The shark felt his feet hit the floor, but the canine's claws tightened around his shoulder - he wasn't going anywhere, and there wasn't much use running scared.

"Look, I'm sorry about the sheep, alright? I thought he liked getting pinched and I guess I was a little too hard, that's all. No big deal - I'll pay my tab and go."

"Oh, Ace... you magnificent beast, Ace... such a good boy. Show this shark what good boys pack besides socks."

Something thwapped against the back of the shark's legs rapidly. Though the Doberman's face remained impassive, as though set in stone, his tail was going nuts, slapping side to side with enthusiasm at receiving praise from whatever was purring in the shadows. The shark glanced down, first at the wagging tail, then at the Doberman's front, as he unzipped his pants and reached into the front, dragging out a monstrously heavy pair of tan-furred testicles, each as big as a softball, with an upright sheath above that was already thicker than the shark's wrist. The fuzzy gray flesh stretched and bulged to the sides as the tip of a dark red canine shaft pressed forward before dropping out and forward, draping over his thighs. The weight and girth of the Doberman's knee-length shaft tugged his baseball-sized knot right out of his sheath. An involuntary shudder swept the muscular Doberman as he opened his muzzle and panted slightly.

The shark stared, awestruck. "How... how'd you fit that into those jeans?" he gasped.

The shadow moved, drawing closer. The shark's eyes narrowed, trying to see as the figure coalesced from inky outlines into the glossy and smooth figure of a small, short black panther. The feline's slender shoulders and smooth torso reflected the moonbeam before it crossed his face, highlighting the saucy, fang-filled grin and glowing amber eyes. A long and rope-like black tail whipped around as the feline's bare feet swept forward with silky grace, stalking across the plush, dark gray carpet towards the bouncer and bounced.

"What the fuck is going on? Why are you naked? Dude, this is creepy as shit..."

The black panther's claws snicked out, flashing in the moonlight before sinking into the shark's shirt, just above his neckline. The shark shuddered as he felt the solid round sides of the sharp claws press into his flesh, then pull down, ripping his shirt from his torso.

"Ah, come on! That was $50 for a t-shirt!"

The black panther grinned even wider as he stepped closer, tossing the shredded shirt to the side before his finger slid over the bridge of the shark's muzzle and tipped his nose down, until the larger male had to look upwards and forward to see the panther's face.

"Ace, Ace, Ace, how do you do it... this one is rude, arrogant, probably spends all his time at the gym, no sense of responsibility or respect for others, be they above or below him in station," the panther said, his voice dropping. "The perfect candidate."

The thwapping against the back of the shark's legs continued, smacking into his jeans while the panther studied the shark's face.

"Seriously, I'm about to lose my shit here," the shark said, squirming backwards, only for Ace to step behind him, blocking his hips. "Hey! What the fuck, why are you hard? Who the fuck are you? The fuck is going?"

The black panther rolled his eyes and stretched out a paw, one finger curled around and held by his thumb. When his hand reached the complaining shark's sensitive nose, it released, delivering a solid flick that made the muscular male gasp and grab his mouth.

"He's a noisy slut, isn't he?" the panther purred, eyes glowing brighter as he put a peculiar accent on the last word, delivering the sound of each letter in slow motion past his plump black lips and glistening feline fangs. It seemed to stretch on, like a DJ slowing down a track to a crawl, hovering on the rich and undulating tone of the panther's "uh" vowel.

The shark froze, even his tail, which had been twitching from the pain of the flick. The word "slut" ricocheted around inside his skull. He wasn't sure what to do with it. He'd called other people sluts. He'd fucked a lot of sluts. He'd dated a few sluts. But he'd never been called a slut. The strange thrill-slash-chill he'd felt earlier flared back up, sending mixed and confusing signals through his body. He didn't want to be a slut, he thought, he just wanted to get railed by hot guys like Ace all day and night.

No! No, he didn't! The shark shook his head and realized he was drooling as he stared at the panther's maleness. If only he could suck on the fat ebony length, nuzzle the large and swollen black-furred sac, listen to the dominant little panther's growls and feel his teeth as he bent over and spread his rump wide and lifted his tail and

No! No, no no! But the images kept coming, assaulting the shark, imagining his throat bulging around the panther's shaft, getting covered in musk and jizz, used for the pleasure of his superiors. The shark moaned, twin bulges running down the front of his pants as he inhaled deeply, getting the musk of both of the Doberman and the panther mixed up in his brain.

"Well, Ace, since you discovered and prevented this slut-" The shark's eyes widened. Wet spots, two of them, appeared on the front of his tight jeans at the ends of both cylindrical bulges. "-from harassing the staff, you deserve a treat."

"Yes, boss." Same tone, same measured coolness.

"Ace?"

"Yes, boss?" Tension filled the air. The Doberman's body stilled, even his frenetic tail coming to an ominous upward point.

"Sic 'em."

An enormous woof echoed through the room. The shark grunted as he felt his chest shoved into the carpet, then the heavy weight of the larger canine on top of him. He reached out, grasping at the carpet as he felt the canine's claws shredding his jeans, ripping them down off his legs, along with his underwear.

Satisfactorily stripped to his bare gunmetal blue hide, the Doberman's claws dug into the male's beefy hips and flipped him over onto his backside. The shark's eyes widened as he felt the massive, dark red Dobercock slap down across his abdominals. The tip flexed against his smooth pecs, spurting pre-cum, as the warm ball of the knot thickened noticeably. Ace straddled the shark's tail, keeping it pinned between his legs as he leaned backwards, dragging his cock down the shark's supple-skinned belly and leaving a trail of cum amidst the ripples of his flexing torso.

The shark tried to wriggle away, tried to complain and resist, but when he opened his mouth, but all that came out was a gasp and a needy moan as the Doberman's paws wrapped around the bases of his twin arousals. The duo of light pink sharkcocks were long and smooth, slightly arched, and emerged side by side from the same smooth, sheath-like opening above his heavy white sact. His hips shuddered as the Doberman stroked both lengths, making the shark wriggle up against the huge canine cock slathering his belly with pre-cum.

"I think the slut-" The shark's cock jerked. His eyes rolled back in his head as something akin to an orgasm drove rational thought momentarily from his mind. Twin sprays of thick and clear pre-cum soaked the Doberman's paws. "-likes you, Ace."

The Doberman's movements were not refined, measured, and elegant anymore. His sunglasses and shirt flew off, then his pants, as he quickly ground his thickening canine stalk into the lower part of the shark's belly, then dragged down, around the double arousals and balls, over the outstretched, wide tail. The shark grunted, trying to push away, but he felt something warm and velvety soft stroke across his head.

The panther crouched in front of him, and the shark's mind blanked. An enormous, solid black maleness stretched from the muscular little panther's hips. A dominant and satisfied smirk stretched across Cary's muzzle as he moved his knees, kneeling and wrapping a paw around the base of his stiffness. The shark's muzzle opened in a sudden cry as the canine's growls increased in pitch, so Cary leisurely stuffed his shaft forward, filling the shark's toothy muzzle with thick maleness. The shark had to tip his head back, shoulders against the carpet, belly out, legs spread wide as the canine sunk in.

"Watch those teeth, slut," Cary grunted, driving his cock to the back of the muscular male's throat. The word caused the shark to seize up again. Why was it having such an effect on him? His cock was hard, throbbing, as he felt the canine's enormous length squirming forward, opening him wider than he thought possible. And the taste... he could swallow the panther's rich and musky maleness for days at a time. His eyes closed halfway as he moaned around the fat length, especially when Cary knelt and pushed forward, taking over to pump harder and faster, forcing the shark's throat to bulge. "And don't neglect the balls!"

Two competing views of the situation fought for control in the shark's wriggling, clenching body. On the one hand, he desperately wanted to stop the rough and hard double-teaming spitroasting him as the two enormously thick and long shafts bulged his belly and throat, threatening to meet somewhere in the middle. He wanted to run, screaming, from the strange black panther and the unusual authority he wielded over the staff, including the incredibly powerful and obedient Doberman threatening his hole with a knot now inflated larger than his own sac. There was nothing that part of him wanted more than to escape and live out the rest of his days peacefully, quietly, far away from any dance music or cute bartenders.

"What a slut - look at him wriggle."

That part of the shark's personality, that core essence of his being, that half of his subconscious mind still somewhat in control of the shark's brain tried to resist as the magic word slammed the shark's head back and loosened his tail hole, all but inviting the growling, flexing Doberman to pump the knot in hard, slamming it in until the shark closed around it, his hard abdominals clearly showing the ball of Dobercock.

"What do you think, Ace? Should I let you and the other bouncers break in this squealing slut?"

The Doberman grunted, roughly wuffing as his hips shoved in and out, dragging his huge knot through the shark's distended belly with increasing power and need.

The shark's mind blanked as the part of himself desperately trying to hold on, to resist the urges, the carnal desires and promised pleasures of the black panther's luxurious voice, but as the lithe, feminine male's wide hips slammed forward, burying the thick black maleness to the hilt in his throat before pulsing, unloading, dumping hot and searing ropes of sticky panther seed into his belly, the shark's body tensed, clutching and squeezing, tightening up. His pecs flexed involuntarily, his abs rippled, and the fingers groping at Cary's enormous balls dug in deep, much to the panther's enjoyment.

At first, the rational part of the shark's brain still functioning despite the double-dicked assault on his very soul thought the panther's balls were growing. They were pulsing, but it wasn't the fuzzy black sac draping over his fingers that was growing - the shark's hand was shrinking. And if his hand was shrinking...

The Doberman's whine of pleasure, a keening that turned into an aching howl as the shark's belly contracted and constricted around his throbbing and pulsing knot, echoed through the room. Cary grinned as he watched his favorite bouncer's pecs ripple, the Doberman's whole massively swollen body gripping and humping, fucking the shark deep, hard, unrelenting, forcing the male to accept the incredible knot that, by this point, woudn't be coming out for quite some time.

The panther's cock flexed, still shooting, spraying, hosing down the shark's insides as the male's muzzle constricted around his length. Under six feet now, Cary had to shuffle forward to keep his fat cock plunged to the hilt, with the tip disappearing down into his belly past the throbbing tip of the Dobercock violating the squirming, shrinking shark from the other end.

"Oh, yeah... that's it, you slut," the panther purred, the word striking the moaning and gasping shark like lightning. "You're gonna be a fine slut... perfect for keeping my loyal crew of bouncers happy during their off-hours. Sluts like you - that's all you're good for."

The shark's chest narrowed. His pecs melted away with each squealing groan. His hips stayed the same width, supporting his fat and plump rear end, showing off the curves of the smooth gunmetal blue skin contrasting to the creamy white on the insides of his thighs and the base of his twin shafts, now erupting and shooting across his swollen belly and torso. The shark's nostrils spray cum as the feline's claws stroke down his softening body, feeling the elastic-like flesh stretch and squeeze between his fingers. The shark's throat sucked strongly as the male's long tail flapped against the floor, smacking across the carpet as he wiggled desperately, belly bulging obscenely now with the massive knot stuffed inside him before he'd begun shrinking.

The shark's eyes closed as cum rolled down his face, soaking into his skin. As the black panther's excess spooge squirted up and rolled over his body, he felt an electric tingle. His fingers stroked the thick and sticky jizz down his chest, smearing and mixing it with his own as he continued to cum, unable to stop the pleasure or pressure from the Doberman's violent humping, each thrust cannoning off his hips only to jerk him along with the rebound as the knot tugged outwards. The shark's lips plumped up, thicker and fatter, squeezing around the arousal plunging into his throat right up to the fuzzy, dense nuts that squeezed into his eyes and forehead.

Wherever the thick and sticky strands of feline essence smeared across the shark's feminized figure, the colors of his hide changed. The dark gunmetal blue lightened in huge changed to a rosy swirl of pinks, from dark to light, while his chest and belly remained creamy white. Considering the amount of seed bulging his belly and throat, there was plenty spraying from his overloaded muzzle and nostrils to completely transform his appearance.

"Now this slut won't even need a uniform," the panther purred. "He'll be primed and ready to get a cock under his tail any time like a good little slut..."

The shark's belly smoothed over the round ball of flesh pumping away inside him. The thick tip of the canine's cock stretched outwards, rubbing and squeezing against the feline's thick panthercock in the center of the twitching five-foot-tall shark's stretched and swollen body.

"Mmmhh... good boy, Ace," the panther said, taking his attention off the harmless, mewling tie-dyed pink shark. "I think it's time... for your treat..."

"Yes... boss?" the Doberman asked, teeth bared as his hips slammed forward, as hard and heavy and powerful as ever, causing a series of pleasurable gurgles and ripples to run up and down Cary's thickness buried in the boytoy shark's other end.

"Cum, boy!"

* * *

Cary checked in on the shark a few days later and found him hanging limp and spent from Ace's hips. The muscular Doberman strutted around the bouncer's barrack-like rooms with the feminine, moaning shark hanging from the massive knot inflating his belly, while a steady trickle of thick canine jizz rolled down his lips and face.

"Hey, boss," the muscular canine grunted, swinging around to stand up straight as the panther approached. The shark bounced across the Doberman's thighs and squeaked, gasping, both of his large pink cocks, which hadn't shrunk at all, flopped between his chest and belly. His hands gripped the Doberman's shins, trying to hold himself up.

"Keeping the new barrackslut busy, yes?"

"You know it, boss."

"And you're sharing with the other boys, right?"

The Doberman glanced away and mumbled. Cary frowned slightly.

"Ace, I want this slut ruined end to end, hole to hole, until he's not happy until he's getting it under the tail by at least three big-dicked males, understand?"

"But, boss..."

Cary held up a paw. "No, no... tonight after work, you're gonna get your two buddies, those foxes - they have big knots, right? If not, tell 'em to come see me first. Otherwise, you three are gonna triple team this slut until he can handle getting mounted and knotted by all of you at once, understand?"

The shark's twin cock quivered, pulsing, shooting as he moaned, body wriggling and clenching at the thought of the big, burly Doberman finally sharing his greedy, tight, silky ass. He moaned, unable to even look up at his master's master, the supreme male, the one he owed everything to, all the endless and boundless pleasure he got from being used as a fucktoy by the muscular bouncers at the Candy Factory. His pink and rose colored body twisted and his broad tail pressed flat to the Doberman's belly as he clenched tight. He was looking forward to tonight, when he could prove what a good slut he could be...

The end