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It was a leather bracelet. On a badge attached to it was an imprint in the shape of a paw, framed with a silver lining. The rest of the bracelet was decorated with a line of weird-looking markings, like runes of glyphs of some sort. A well-dressed wolfdog was eyeing it curiously. It's... so cute! He had got to have it.

"A-ha, boy! I see your eye's caught something in the window, perhaps a stylish accessory?" the shopkeeper, an older, friendly black bear who clearly got his leathery wardrobe from his own stock, had walked up behind him as he was browsing. "You certainly look like it'd fit you well! A little word of warning, though. If you put it on, you might never want to take it off" the bear proclaimed with a chuckle.

Was that a sales speech or a threat? The young wolfdog giggled awkwardly, lifting his paw to the back of his head. "O-oh, hi, yes! Could I perhaps try it on?"

"Anything for such a handsome one as yourself! I could even bring you some matching belts and harnesses" the bear said with slight twinkle in his eye.

The dog blushed furiously. "Oh, oh no need! Maybe some other time" he said as he fumbled with the snap fasteners. "I just like paws! I-I mean as a print, shape" he declared a bit needlessly. As he put on the bracelet, he could feel something brush up against his shoulder.

"Wha-?"

The dog turned and looked around confused, but no one or nothing was within two feet of him. The shopkeeper had his paws behind his back and gleamed with a bright smile. "Sure, sure! With that bracelet, I'm sure you'll get plenty of all kinds of paws that go along with it. Tell you what, I'll even give you a bit of a discount on that - only twenty bucks and it's yours!" The wolfdog looked at the bracelet. It fit his wrist perfectly. It felt nice, light and soft against his fur. All the seams looked like quality craftsmanship.

"I like it a lot, I think I'll take it!"

"Awesome, I'm sure you'll find it most pleasing! Come with me then and we'll ring it up..."

"I'm sure that band will bless you with lots of love and fun memories. Wear it proudly!" the old bear smiled and waved goodbye.

"Thanks, will do!" the dog shouted back and walked away towards his home. What a nice store clerk! Maybe even a bit too warm and uninhibited, but still. He would definitely need to go back there, even if he didn't really feel for most of the store's leathery goods.

As the dog walked along his journey, the busy city streets began to transition into quiet walkways, then trees, bushes and winding paths. His favorite route back from the city center took him through a vast, forested park area, one of his favorite spots to explore or relax in. The sounds of the city began to be drowned out by ambient sounds of nature: birds tweeting, wind rustling the leaves, gravel crunching under his sneakers. His senses could rest here, his peace and quiet only interrupted by an occasional passing cyclist or jogger. Ahhh, no hurry to go anywhere...

*poke*

Huh? The dog stopped walking and turned his head slightly to the left. No people in sight, only some shrubbery and trees framing a small stream, and a small, empty playground behind it. Did a leaf fall from the treetops and land on his neck or something?

*patpat*

He could almost swear he felt something land on his other shoulder that time. Before he had time to turn his head and look, he could feel another, less faint touch on his abdomen. When he looked down, he could see his shirt bundling up and wrinkling, as if something or someone was rubbing against it. But there was nothing there; the shirt was... moving on its own? His shirt was petting him. The touch he could feel was firm but gentle, exactly as if someone were rubbing his belly. Amidst his confusion, he could feel a slight blush forming on his cheeks and his tail starting to wag. He was a dog after all, and there was not much he could do to cover up his instincts.

Confused, he tried to brush away at his shirt. His hand was not met with anything solid, not even at the epicenter of where could see his shirt contouring. Maybe he could feel a slight coldness when his hand passed through the area, but not much else. He tried to lift his shirt up from the bottom - the dent in the fabric just got deeper and the petting continued. Whatever the ethereal thing was, it was getting bolder. As the dog held his shirt away from his tummy, it took its chance and slipped inside the shirt.

The direct touch made him whelp, he was very ticklish there! But he couldn't also deny that the inexplicable tummy rubs felt good. Now there was a distinct, hand-shaped lump underneath his shirt, moving up and down swiftly. What the hell was going on? Ghosts? Magic?

Before he could form any coherent theory in his head he could feel a second touch, this time at the back of his neck. It felt like a finger teasingly probing and exploring his nape, occasionally widening its surface then lifting off again. Hhh, such a sensitive area, sooo ticklish! A sharp giggling escaped his maw, and he tried to squirm away from the stimulation. That seemed to only aggravate the situation - the hand grabbed his nape suddenly.

The first hand swished out of his shirt and joined the one grabbing him. It swirled against his headfur while the other paw held the dog's neck in a firm grip, as if trying to comfort him. It did just the opposite though, the young wolfdog broke out of the pleasurable trance the petting had gotten him onto and he was starting to get a bit panicked. "W-what are you doing?" he yelped, trying to shake his head free. "Can you p-please get off me?"

The hands seemed to react to the dog's sudden outburst and let off for a bit. He was so confused. What was he doing, shouting at nothingness? There just was no such thing as invisible hands, was he losing his mind? What if someone came and saw him talking to himself? His worries were interrupted by a soft *boop* on his nose. Then he could feel something wrapping briefly around his wrist, where the new bracelet was. Only now the dog noticed that the paw imprint on it was different - it was glowing and emitting faint... strands around itself, like a flickering flame.

What exactly had he bought? Some kind of talisman?

Suddenly, a cyclist came around the corner and rode past him. He tried to keep himself looking normal regardless of a wandering paw finding its way back under his shirt, petting him in a very pleasurable way. As he watched the cyclist vanish behind the next curve in the path, he didn't notice a fainter touch a bit lower before it was too late. He yelped again as he could feel a sudden cold breeze against his front and buttocks. One of the hands had opened his buttons and ripped his pants down before he could react, tearing them badly in the process. He staggered backwards, almost tripping on the pant legs. OH no no no, the situation was escalating fast and he had to do something. He bent down and tried to grab his discarded jeans, only to be thwarted by a strong grip on both of his wrists. The disembodied hands grabbed and pulled on the dogs' own and twisted them behind his back into a bind. He struggled, trying to free himself and get back his modesty.

But that all became impossible when a third paw gave his crotch a forceful grope.

The dog let out a submissive whimper as the paw squeezed his privates. He was in a lock bind, almost crouched in the middle of a public footpath with a hand down his nonexistent pants, there was not much he could do but let them have their way. The paw assaulted his bulge relentlessly, twirling his nuts playfully with its fingers, and the grip of the other hands was showing no signs of letting up. Soon he could feel yet another new touch on his body as a fourth paw joined in and started to gently rub the inside of his thigh. Ohhh, that was one of his favorite spots to be touched... and an instant way to get him hard. Soon enough, he could feel the tip of his canine member poke out of his sheath, against the fabric of his boxers and soon an exploring finger. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and his tail had begun to wag again - he couldn't help but involuntarily enjoy the skillful attention he was getting.

*crunch*

What was that? Oh no, someone was coming this way, and they were close! His assailants didn't seem to care much for his privacy, the hands on his front just ceased their respective pettings briefly and just wormed their way inside his jacket, grabbing its lapels. They were trying to yank it off too.

Shit, shit, what to do? He looked around frantically, searching for any possible place to hide. A tree? No, that wouldn't be enough. A sandbox? No, no! What if a child came and saw this? About six feet from him was also a very conveniently-sized leafy bush, that was his best chance. He tried to dash for its cover, he could make it, he coul- EEEEK! One of the paws had grabbed on the pants that were still around one of his ankles and made him fall spectacularly on his face with a soft thud. His muzzle was cushioned by another paw, apparently making sure he didn't get hurt. There was no other way, he had to gather his bearings and crawl the last few feet towards the safety of the leaves.

Thankfully, the person coming right at him was very slow, the wolfdog had enough time to roll into the bush and hide himself just enough to not be instantly noticeable. He laid there on his back and could hear the crunching and the footsteps coming closer while two of the paws had found their way underneath the waistband of his barely-concealing boxers. He had to muffle a moan when a digit pressed against is pucker, then lightly circled it. The other paw grabbed a good hold on his exposed package, squishing the now-again-soft member inside it.

The footsteps stopped for a moment right next to his snout, and he could see the wheel of a walking aid. Shit, was he caught? After two very long seconds, the person started walking again. Phew! As they got further away, he could see it was an old turtle in a dress, walking shakily but surely forward.

He was in the clear! But the paws seemed to have something else in mind - two of them grabbed his both ankles as he was laying on the ground, one stuffed its finger just inside his sheath, and the last paw simultaneously pushed a digit forcefully into his tailhole. This time he couldn't muffle his moaning - he yelped in pleasure. The loud sound made the turtle jump visibly, but instead of turning back she just let out a faint giggle and went on her merry way.

Now that he was in an even more vulnerable position on the ground, the hands didn't seem to have any regard left for his modesty. Something pulled his shirt over his head while his boxers were torn off by another pair of paws. The dog was losing count how many paws there were, and he found it difficult to care at this point. He was completely helpless, held on the ground, and most of his private places were being violated in very pleasurable ways. A paw kept working on his pucker, pushing into it playfully. Each time he tried to move one of his arms or legs, a paw appeared to keep it in place. Two strong paws grabbed his chest and began to rub it, almost as if they were of a skillful masseuse working on their client. His shoes were being taken off, only to be replaced by more rubbing paws.

The paw that had been working on his sheath pushed two of its fingers deep inside it, as if trying to slicken themselves up with pre. As the attention made his cock harden and poke out again and it became more difficult to fit anything inside its confines anymore, the paw let go, moved up and thrusts its pre-slickened digits inside the dog's panting maw. He couldn't help but to lick and drool on the digits as they rubbed against the inside of his cheek. He could taste himself on the fingers, was he this delicious?

He panted, he huffed, he moaned with each touch, slowly losing any sense of danger or worry. He was being pet everywhere, and because of it his love-, affection- and attention-craving canine instincts had taken completely over. He smiled in bliss around the invading fingers, and let himself enjoy all the attention fully. Meanwhile, he didn't notice either of the cyclists riding past, nor the young fox on a walk that eyed the destroyed clothes and the moaning bush curiously.

A new paw appeared on his crotch to replace the one now on his muzzle, and began to stroke his now fully-grown member. The dog squirmed in pleasure against the restraining paws. Mmmmhm, it felt so good... he needed more! All the stimulation was leading him closer to the point of no return, clearly indicated by how much his cock was leaking already.

He arched his back and let out sharp moans, throwing his head from side to side. To this, the paw on his mouth responded to by grabbing his neck firmly and holding it against the ground. The dog wheezed for air through the firm, choking grip as the paws on his cock and ass kept pumping and twisting. The choking paw around his neck gave it a sharp squeeze, and that was the final straw to push him over the edge. His whole body lurched against its restraints as he came like a fountain. He grunted with each twitch of his cock and cum sprayed all over his face, chest and belly, covering and matting his fur comprehensively.

As the last waves of his orgasm waned, so did the grip of the paws. Squeezing and pumping turned into petting as the paws cuddled him in his afterglow. The one around his neck gave his chin some skritches, to which the dog leaned into happily. Only one intrusive thought was starting to creep through his pleasure.

How bad was the walk of shame home going to be.