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Paw Ch3: Cross the boundaries

It was a tiring day at work, but he finally felt the stress melt away as he dumped his sorry overburdened corpse onto the couch with a painful strain of his sore muscles.

He could have slumped there and went to sleep for ages. He certainly felt as if he were falling into an eternal rest with the sad shape of his muscles and especially his ass. Sitting at a desk and slouching was no better for his butt than his spine, but back at the house there was time to relax...

And maybe...

He had the energy to do a little more.

Yawning, the young collie laid his sleepy eyes on his half closed door of his walk-in closet and caught a glimpse of pretty pink frill which excited his nerves with a tingle of guilty but undeniable pleasure.

Kerry had fantasies he knew others not only didn't share but probably would make them laugh at him.

Even so, whenever he looked at the pink silky thing poking from his closet as if to say hello and tease him unconditionally, all he could manage to do was drop his paw down onto his lap and begin to rub the nice teepee sprouting up there.

Oh, but that was just foreplay; he thought-his cheeks blushing with a certain naughty lust.

It wouldn't truly start to be fun until he had himself a little fashion show-and maybe-something more.

Kerry was tempted to do so many things which his shyness had yet to allow him to overcome. He daydreamed contentedly about how much fun it would be to live out his secret life amongst the community he both adored and shunned. Nervousness was a problem if half of your fantasy required another male-

Or four-

To play with.

His eyes travelled down that thin elegant piece of pink lace until they almost burned to watch; the details blurring together and seeming to writhe and wiggle like the floating heat of a mirage.

Strangely, the longer he peered at the attire, the more it moved and seemed to hypnotize; displaying an effect of life. It couldn't be real; not moving. He was just tired, that was all it was.

There was nothing alive in his closet. Believing in monsters was a paranoid idea. It was the sleepiness in his eyes. Yet, why did something rustle and breathe deeply like a panting beast?

.................

Detective Francis Sterling smashed a fist on his paper cluttered desk as hard as he could, making a coffee mug and his CRT computer monitor shake.

"Goddammit! You tell me this now?!" The panther snarled at his partner with a ragged hiss.

"France...it happened hours ago. We're no closer to catching that sick fuck than when we started this case." The zebra responded; put off.

"Mike...we have a job to do. What are we supposed to say? 'nobody keep any dirty little secrets about their sex life'. Yeah, they'll love to hear about that."

He drank from his steaming cup and looked at the typed reports from various statements and informants. The details of Paws' previous victims were not fun to look through.

Sometimes, fantasies were fantasies for a reason and at times weren't meant to be lived out.

Francis shuddered; glad there weren't any worse fetishes than what they had now. Imagine males wanting to be castrated or being hung to death while they got fucked from behind.

So far, it was harmless fun stuff-if you could call some of the erotic mutilation going on in the last three cases as "fun".

Fortunately, this guy-whoever he was-couldn't stay undiscovered forever. He just had to fuck up once and when he did, there would be two of the best detectives ready to rip their paws into Paw.

But until that time...

...................................

Kerry rubbed his cold clammy eyes and looked around even as he shivered. Immediately, he got up from a chilly concrete floor and looked about an empty room with hanging derelict wires and a single open door across the space from him.

With nothing better for him to do, he went forward through the doorway into the next area and was shocked senseless by the wolf puppet on the t.v. staring back at him.

He didn't know what to make of it until the black jaw opened in a strange rigid way that most dolls move. It was certainly creepy, but not as creepy as the deep throaty croak of the sinister voice emanating from the t.v. itself.

"Hello Kerry. You seem to have fun deluding yourself and everyone you know into believing that veil you call professional candor. Tonight, you will replace that veil with something else more attuned to your desires."

Kerry looked over at the pair of lacy pink thong panties which hung from the ceiling on a string and began to understand what game he was a part of.

He couldn't believe it; he never dressed like that unless he was alone and to relax after working all day-but now it seemed to be twisted into an amusement for some unknown figure.

"You will put on the garments of your true heart or face a serious punishment."

What punishment could that be? Looking around, he had a hard time believing that a t.v. could do much to hurt him.

-then a timer glowed red in the dark and he had his doubts.

There was twenty seconds to put on a pair of panties or what?

A loud grating noise began to hum and he saw a wall begin to open up-

Revealing a long slimy mass of moving limbs. The sight of the monster left him shocked for the longest time-until he looked at the timer and began to force himself on the panties frantically two legs at a time.

And he had the panties on but the wall was still opening up-and the next door opened when the weight was released from the hook holding the garment. Immediately, in just petite pink lace, he ran for his sanity-and to protect all his sensitive openings-sliding toward the door just in time to hear it slam behind him once some type of censor detected he was inside.

But it didn't stop there; another demeaning object hung in the middle of the room; a pink silky brassiere. Kerry reached for it hastily as the wall and the previous door itself lifted up into the ceiling to reveal the blue throbbing gelly of some giant tentacled blob.

And he had the bra on over his furred downy pecs-some kind of heat sensor in the clothes-the next door opened and he was stealing second base so to speak. The door closed behind him and he saw the pink seethrough camisole hanging from a hook attached from the ceiling like the others-and knew his time was running out.

With the camisole loosely around his torso, the next door opened and he looked back long enough to see the ten or so blue eyes looking right back at him from stalks like a snail would have.

It had to end. Surely it had to end. He was wearing all of his normal drag and he was tired from all the running and the fear going through his mind. There couldn't possibly be anything else.

There was.

In the next room was a little canister hanging from the wire and he saw that it was a tube of hot flashy pink lipstick.

"Oh shit no. I never even wore this when I was drunk!" Kerry protested in disbelief.

And he really didn't want to put any on-but the rear wall was inching up like a premonition of doom-and the door in front, his escape, was completely shut. He grabbed it, but nothing-it was apparent now, that someone was watching and pulling all the levers. He had to actually put it on if he were to make his temporary escape from this creature of raping doom.

Yes, he had a feeling this monster would open up his tailhole as wide as the opening passage itself.

Hastily, he rolled the lipstick over his muzzle and began to sweat nervously as he waited with impatience for the door to open. Then, just as he felt a slick muscular thing caress his panty covered rear, he was running toward the open doorway-the monster clearly in pursuit once more.

The final room was characterized by a bottle hanging from the ceiling and an elevator shaft on the other side, doors closed and the car on the bottom floor by the indicator above.

No sooner was he spraying the sweet smelling musty perfume all over his humiliated body than the elevator began to crawl up like a snail-seemingly slower than the last gate which would allow the creature complete liberty at all his canid passages.

"Shit! Hurry up!" Kerry growled out, letting the perfume bottle fall to the floor with a loud crash amongst the automatic grinding of mechanical gears...

The blueberry translucent blob began to inch toward him like a viscous puddle of watery jello, a hundred dripping tentacles weaving like wires or streamers in an invisible breeze.

The tentacles groped forth and slid across his skin like cold and wet silken scarves-finding no purchase on his body so long as he continued to run away from them-but if the elevator never came in time-and the monster came into the room-his comfort would be as good as gone, replaced by...

-DING-

And then he was inside the elevator, strange sapphire creature in frustrated sluggish pursuit. Kerry heaved an immature sigh of relief when the doors closed-snapping off a tentacle as it reached forward, the blue slimy mass immediately turning into sticky jelly when it hit the floor.

For a moment, Kerry thought he had won his game. He was safe; the creature could not come after him, and he could take off these clothes and forget this ever happened...

But when the doors slid open, he realized that paths always go somewhere. Incidentally, this one went to the local gay gym-

-And his body was covered in aphrodesiac hormones, much to his fear as six burly muscular dog males of various breeds sniffed the air briefly and fastened their eyes on his dreary shamed shy sight.

"What a hot bitch we got here." Remarked a doberman, his towel falling off from around his sweaty waist to reveal-

-A giant knotted cock that could make Kerry faint.

An ocean-blue malamute grinned with obvious lust in his eyes, seizing Kerry from the elevator by the scruff of his neck and pulled him from the elevator.

"I wanna see if she's in heat." The husky remarked, crudely beginning to tug down Kerry's panties until his sheathe-and his hardening member-were in sight. "Yup."

The doberman stood close to Kerry, pointing at his rigid cock. "Take care of that for me, bitch."

And by the muscles of their male bodies, Kerry knew that he couldn't refuse the offer. He got exactly what he wanted, but the whole fantasy becoming real before his tearing eyes was too much a thing to bear as he got to his knees before the dominant make and took the entire penis knot and all into his muzzle, sucking and licking the oozing tip even as he blushed and was laughed at and jeered by the other dogs.

"That's a good bitch. Anyone wanna satisfy her heat period and get tied?" The doberman remarked as Kerry hit upon one sensitive place on the dog cock and made its alpha master moan.

A white wolf with an obviously insationable appetite loped forward from behind with a graceful stealthy stride, lifted the skirt out of the way, and burrowed his muzzle into Kerry's butt, making the fox shiver.

The wolf lapped at his tailhole well over ten minutes and easily distracted him from his duty as a cock sucking vulpine whore to a horny kennel club-but eventually after his tongue explored every portion of the dobermans' cock and even slurped the peeslit almost countless times-

He felt the other male stiffen with a sudden shattering release of sexual energy; his cum coating Kerry's throat with a sticky clinging amount of doggy jizm.

"Who wants to use his mouth next?" The doberman enquired with a laugh that quickly turned into a pant; his crotch all slick with saliva and his own precum.

Kerry refused to open his mouth for the shy little smiling corgi with the fluffy golden white fur, but when the wolf stopped rimming his ass with those tender slick licks, he dreaded what would-

-And then the white wolf was in his hole, ramming at full speed without any gentleness or moderation and Kerry screamed-except he didn't-just as the pain took over him and filled his tailhole with sore protest, the corgi took this opportunity and jammed his erect cock into Kerry's suddenly unbarred mouth.

It was what he wished for, and yet it wasn't because he felt pain-he was ashamed to be someone else's toy and bitchslave, and he wanted to put these clothes back in his closet to forget they ever existed for the rest of his life.

The corgi smiled and laughed amusedely at the crying sissified fox servicing his member, reaching over to pet Kerry like he were the corgi's pet.

With every hammering lance of that vicious eight inch wolf cock, Kerry's body involuntarily cringed and protested against the cruel sexual assault.

Then, he couldn't see them, but two more males jammed their hard cocks into his hands and he was forced to rub them even as he was busy with being fucked in both his passages.

The wolf growled suddenly, his back arcing as his balls came to life and emptied into Kerry's sore ass...and then they were locked together-

But something happened which surprised Kerry-

"You don't mind if I cut in, do you?"

Before the husky could respond from his trapped place, the doberman mounted him and began to fuck him just as viciously as he had done with the fox, forcing the knotted tied cock to continue to fuck his bare slippery aching hole as a little cute corgi twink splattered his mouth with a sweet concoction of doggy spooge-definitely cream filling.

Only a few minutes had passed, but when the husky could remove his cock, the doberman took kerry to a bench, threw him down on it on his back, and lifted up his hind legs, his tail hanging down to perfectly expose his red twitching hole.

Expertly, the doberman pulled the pink panties all the way down his legs and twisted them around his footpads to make the garment into a perfect hobble to restrain him and keep his legs together.

Even as he felt the slick tip of the horny doberman's member prodding at his entrance like a curious hard snake, the white wolf went toward Kerry's head, straddled the bench, and sat his warm, fuzzy, sticky, cum-smelling ass on his red furry face.

At first Kerry couldn't breathe under the weight of it; his muzzle perfectly pierced the slightly abused opening even as the wolf howled in ecstatic delight. The doberman threaded the panty hobbled legs over his neck; wearing Kerry like a bitch neckless as he grabbed both red furred asscheeks in his paws and began to fuck his ass with such hard thrusts that Kerry could feel the member almost sting with the force of a jackhammer-and he screamed into the white juicy ass with abandon even as he scooped all the cum from the wolf's bowels with his slutty bitch tongue.

Then Kerry moaned for a different reason as he felt something artificial suck over his cock and he screamed into that hard muscled furry ass, and grabbed the snowy white cheeks with a sudden ravishing desire as the doberman forever claimed him as a bitch and the odd machine milked him for all he was worth like some dirty whorish cow.

When he finally knotted with the doberman; when he made that juicy downy wolf ass so clean he could eat caviar out of it; when he gave so much milk from his aching cock that he was having painful dry orgasms to such an extent he never wanted to fuck something or masturbate ever again...

Kerry knew he was the gym bitch and blushed with immediate desire whenever one of the canines wanted a sissy slut for their bulging and throbbing hot organs.

Just as a smiling black wolf in the corner with blue eyes had always known.