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... "AAAAH!" Stan smacked his lips in content and tossed the skeletal remains to the side like a discarded beer can. He then reached into his gym bag, searching among his dirty clothes for his next shake.

Part 2

After drying off the coyote, forcing four orgasms out of him before getting nothing on the fifth, Stan pulled him out of his maw, looked at it while smacking his lips, apparently enjoying the taste of the yote's seed, and gave the little guy a toothy grin. The tiny coyote, spent as he was, still tried, in vain, to struggle against the massive paw holding him.

After a few seconds Stan lifted his arm over his head, "THIS DRINK DRIED UP TOO QUICK... BUT I BET I CAN SQUEEZE A BIT MORE JUICE OUT OF IT... HUR HUR HUR!" He chuckled. The coyote started hollering as muscles underneath the brown-black fur of the giant German shepherd's arm started to tense slowly, like steel cables of a suspension bridge, coiled around a redwood tree. The tiny guy's struggles seemed pathetic under the massively increasing force. Eyes bulging, bones cracking, joints popping under the mounting pressure as deliberately, the massive dog squeezed the life out of his prey in his handpaw, relishing his prey's suffering. It was almost instant: Stan finally clenched his fist tight with a single, powerful squeeze, biceps exploding with veins; the little coyote's screams got cut abruptly. Eyes popped out of their sockets as giant fingers thicker and stronger than anacondas compacted his body. A wave of liquid organs poured out of the little muzzle, nose, ears, anus, eye sockets, and every other orifice.

The yote's skin tore and more gore poured out from his crushed chest cavity, dripping down Stan's fingers, past his wrist and into his open maw below, some splashing on his muzzle and onto his pecs. Nothing but an unrecognizable mass of gore was left coating the handpaw when Stan opened his fist: a mixture of pulped remains and pulverized bones under the immense pressure. The colossal dog smirked and eagerly licked the remains off his palm. Nothing was left of the coyote to indicate he'd ever existed before being devoured by, basically, a giant, furry, brown hulk.

After nearly two hours since the giant dog cop had left the gym, I was still trapped inside his gym bag, tangled inside an enormous sock. I was almost suffocating, assaulted by the overpowering male foot stench, amplified by the immense size of this beast. Merely his testosterone-infused sweat was enough to create a toxic atmosphere for creatures smaller than this behemoth, like myself. I would still gag on every other breath I tried to take. I was so drenched in this giant's workout foot funk at this point that, in the unlikely event that I had survived, I may have never been able to completely remove it off my fur.

Then, it was my turn. After many struggles, I was almost out of the tangled mess with the giant, smelly, damp sock when the entrance, a few feet away from reach, snapped shut. The whole sock was lifted out of the shadows of the canvas bag. I was trapped in it, tumbling around towards the toe section a couple dozen feet below, like an animal tangled in a massive, damp net, smelling of sweaty feet; except that the "net" was the humongous gym sock of a murderous monster giant police dog whom had just devoured 2 people as after-workout protein shakes for his own pleasure.

"I GUESS I CAUGHT ONE IN THE NET." Stan joked. His chuckle booming as he shook his sock with me inside, held aloft with a single handpaw shutting the cuff, as if admiring his prey in his pouch. "OOOF. I'M SURPRISED THIS ONE SURVIVED WITHOUT SUFFOCATING IN THERE. I WAS RIPE AFTER THIS WORKOUT, AND I DON'T SHOWER UNTIL I'VE HAD MY PROTEIN SHAKE." I could feel massive nostrils sucking in vast amounts of air outside of my prison-sock as the giant dog sniffed it. I thrashed inside the sock, but was unable to gain any purchase, humiliated by the fact that just this monster's sock was too much for me. I heard the giant chuckle further, noticing my frantic attempts to hang on to the damp fabric: "OH, THIS ONE STILL HAS SOME ENERGY LEFT. LET'S SEE IF IT LASTS LONGER THAN THE OTHERS."