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Paw Ch 4: Endbringer game

Detective Sterling landed heavily in the cushions of his sofa, flicking on the t.v. with a careless wave of his remote as he dug a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it with apathy, the news beginning to cast that familiar strange glow over the whole livingroom.

His eyes were tired as they scanned over the muted talking faces; he knew what they would say-there was no point in listening. Instead, he flicked it to another channel, but it soon proved the old adage; 200 channels and nothing good on-nothing that could distract him from his work, anyway.

In some small sick thought, Francis actually looked forward to the day when fear of ScritchPaw ebbed and someone made a reality-based movie about his crimes starring some dumbass A class actor who had no idea what ScritchPaw was about-trying to satisfy that empathy thing with the public.

'Oh, I'm not that bad. Why are people so angry that I liberate them to their sexual desires.'

It would be dumb shit like that-deeper character portrayals of people who were about as complex as shitcake; sure there were many layers, but nobody cared to see how deep they went.

Sighing, he tossed the butt into a porcelein plate and considered some of the strange details of the case. Things like how some of the victims refused to be witnesses or feigned ignorance. Things like the DNA inconclusive wolf fur found at every crime scene. Things like how the victims for the games were chosen.

-Crash-

From upstairs came a noise-a loud shattering sound like something big-a lamp had been knocked over.

A burglar?

Francis approached the steps carefully, his gun in hand as he climbed each one. It might be a deliberate noise-or nothing.

Dark up here; he wished he had turned on all the lights in the house as soon as he got home from his finished shift. That's what you get when your work leaves you half dead as soon as you get in the door. Heh; people get raped this way, he had heard once.

A balanced revolver was good for such a task as this. The weapon might have been heavy, but with equally distributed weight, it felt as natural as an extra foot of arm.

Only, this arm was a fire one.

Perhaps he found someone's lost cat...

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Or maybe the lost pet would turn out to be a wolf in burglar's clothing.

Francis would remember that for years to come, as it seemed an ironic statement-particularly the irony of a cat (him) being roughed up by a dog (you guessed it).

Amongst the shadows, interwoven between the dark, eyes beaming like blue LED rave necklaces.

The panther can see the eyes and the wicked black-furred grinning face. ScritchPaw took the barest precaution in hiding his face. After all, he had won this game and Detective Sterling was under his control.

"We aren't so different, Detective."

Francis threw himself against the binding ropes of the wood chair;snarling in a sudden flurry of angry yowls. "Get bent you pathological prick. I've seen your "work". It doesn't impress me."

"You are tasked with defending the people. I decided in my own way to defend freedom-by exposing my chosen acquintances to the freedom they would never willingly undergo. Tell me Detective, how much cooperation did you get for this case?"

Sterling hissed and raked his claws against the armrests of the chair, thin slivers of coiling tinder coming up as he scarred the polished wood.

"Fuck off." Sterling growled between his teeth.

The wolf, Paw, simply smiled and appraised his new acquisition. "Don't be so hard on me. I'm going to be the nice guy and give you your own taste of liberty." Mused the canid as he gave his furred hands a good and casual licking.

Francis' eyes widened in reverent shock. He had a multitude of erotic fantasies he fondly thought of but never wanted to act out-and some included other persons.

"God no-"

Paw's eyes narrowed into mischievous slits as he licked his muzzle in a strange indiscernible hunger. "It's time, Detective. I hope you enjoy yourself." The wolf declared with an amused howling cackle.

Sterling probably would enjoy it.

But everyone else Paw threw into this new charade would be in for a horrible surprise.

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

Sterling shrugged his head to clear it as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. A room where a shivering and whorish-looking feminized lupine male was on all fours and chained to a wall; a dog bowl with his name on it right in front of him and filled with the hard crunchy bits of kibble-

-He was blindfolded-

-And had pissed himself.

"Someone has been a bad doggy, Francis. Are you going to let that go without punishment?" Came the demented voice of the wolf amongst the dark, echoing out of unseen speakers.

At the word 'punishment', Sterling couldn't help but allow his muzzle to quirk into a sly grin.

"Get fucked psycho." Francis finally scowled, loosing the pathological sadist in himself-at least temporarily.

"How the hell did you get here?"

The sissified bitch in his soaked panties and camisole could only yip in response; like he had been brainwashed to be a pet.

Sterling could take care of that-

No! That was not him thinking! He had to be professional and get everyone out of here before the black furred piece of shit could do even worse things.

I need a bitch. Need a dirty naughty bitch puppy to satisfy this forcibly celibate kitty cock of mine.

Because all work and no yiff made Sterling a dull cat.

He saw something glint in the dog food bowl and did a double-take-a key-

-And the doggie began to eat with a sudden voracious hunger.

"Stop dammit! There's a key in there we could use to escape."

The wolf ignored him and continued to shamefully eat with a blush-

-And then Detective Sterling became good cop and bad cop; except the good cop left for the day.

"I said stop eating that food or I will fucking rape you until I can rip it out the other end with my dick!" Francis snarled, running forward-

-And then he saw the bad puppy almost choke on it and wag his tail innocently, looking curiously up with his blindfolded face.

"You defiant little shit!" Sterling roared, slapping the wolf across the face as hard as he could. "You better believe I am going to punish you for that."

Then Sterlings face contorted into a demonic smile as he ripped the sodden panties from the wolf and forcibly moved his rear to face his pants bulge with a cruel jerk of that bushy tail-which now curved between his legs even as Francis let go.

"No bitch, your ass is mine-and I'm going to enjoy it until your hole is so sore you'd never be able to shit without discomfort again!" Then with his hand on the tail to hold it to the side-and bent at a painful angle-Francis undid his pants and showed the naughty wolf bitch the true meaning of Mr. Hyde with a slap to that furry rump as viciously as he could manage.

"Wanna be my pet? Beg for me slut puppy. Tell your master how much you want his cock in you. I'll fuck you mercilessly either way, I just want to hear how much you beg and scream like a complete slut."

The dog whined and panted-winced sometimes with the various painful things-but Sterling didn't relent; ramming his unlubricated cock as hard and viciously as he could into the dog's unused hole.

Oh, he could have talked-he could have begged Francis to stop-but it seemed he was too much bitch now to complain.

Besides, it definitely seemed his tight bitchhole wanted it.

"Forget cumming; cumming is for finishers and quickies-I want to fuck your ass bloody all night." Sterling sneered, licking his lips as he sank his claws into the tender gray assflesh and drew thin streams of blood from punctures and shallow cuts.

"And you will remember me as your master forever, for if you forget, I will fuck you even harder and use my clawed fingers to finish the job!" The panther growled out, panting and purring in sadistic delight the entire time.

After a promised hard predatory fucking, Sterling came deep into that doggie ass-doggiestyle-and collapsed tiredly on the lupine's back; expecting the poor pathetic whore to support his weight while he slept.

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

Francis Sterling awoke to clapping-and self loathing.

"Bravo. Bravo. I didn't think you would be so daunting. My pet bitch is more subservient and obedient than ever." Then, looking at Sterlings' bloodied claws, he laughed out wryly. "It seems you have a special touch for control."

"I didn't like that you sick fuck. You turned me into a horrible monster." Sterling spat, rousing from his exhaustion.

"Come now. You were already that demented, I just gave you the environment to blossom. Ready for the next toy?"

At Sterling's incomprehension, Paw left the room through a hidden door, a wall locking behind him-and the detective was left with...

Held shackled against the other wall was a sexy bull boy; almost looked like a calf with a wide brass ring through his nose and a plastic numbered tag on his ear. The wide rectangular bell around his neck was neither to be dismissed.

This was a young bull who wanted to be treated like one-and his white and black fur twitched from cold, fear, and anticipation. Though Sterling wondered what the bovine boi was afraid of.

"In my domain, all cows require a rigorous routine of milking. Only when he has been sucked of the last drop can you leave this chamber...Oh, yes, there will be jizz"

Sterling looked at a machine in disbelief; it was a stationary tank placed in the middle of the room; a hose with a single teat-milking capsule at the end.

The panther picked up the hose-looked at the wide narrow suction cup-and thought about how painful it was to have a blowjob nonstop. For the amateur, it was almost impossible-indescribably unpleasant since the skin of the penis head was as sensitive as it could ever possibly get-

-And he was being forced to choose to do that odd torment to someone else.

Looking around, he saw another device positioned right under the splayed restrained legs of the cow boi-some type of dildo fuck device that was ready to begin pounding the poor feminine bull's ass if Francis pushed a certain button.

Then let's push it and make that cow squirm for release!

Frowning, Sterling looked at the little tank. It looked like he would need alot of "milk" to weigh down the sensing plate and open the door.

The bull gave a shy 'moo' and shook his ears; the bell jingling out with dull sound.

Briefly, Sterling thought that if they took turns with the milking machine, it would give them each time to rest and it would be filled in no time...

Except Paw had put a chastity belt over his cock, and he could easily feel it under his pants.

Maybe if they filled the tank with piss instead-it would work better and be ten times faster.

"Moo!" Whined out the shy blushing calf boy; his long balls stretching down on a scrotum almost eight inches long and swung like a ridiculous pendulum with every impatient movement and swat of his bovine tail.

"Shut up. Can't you tell I'm trying to figure this out?" Sterling hissed with impatience.

"MOO!" The calf boy wagged his tail eagerly and licked his wet slick nose.

Francis slapped his forehead in exasperation. Eyeing the little bull warily, he finally enquired; "What does it take to shut you up?"

The bovine only looked at the machine as if an answer.

"Oh, so the cow needs to be milked? Your teat and balls aching with that much of an overflow?" Francis wryly mused.

There didn't seem to be much help for it, Sterling had to play the game.

"Okay dairy boy-let's get you milked." Going toward the dildo machine, Sterling pressed the switch for it and a phallic rubber rod rose a couple inches from the device and when it sunk an inch into the defenseless bovine tailhole, it began to pummel his tender ass with fast and vicious thrusts-making the bull calf rock and shudder from the relentless assault; scrotum thumping like a rubber ball.

And let's see how much of THIS you can take.

"Now for that silly little cock of yours." Sterling mused, pumping the flaccid member until it stiffened enough for...

He went toward the hose, took it in his hands, and turned it on-the vacuum thumping air inside as it already began to warm up and suck at nothing-but that was something Francis could remedy soon enough.

"If you could have been a little patient, there would be no need for me to do this to you."

The calf boy only licked his nostrils in anticipation and wagged his ears, his rump shaking from the rough treatment of the dildo machine.

The little cow watched silently as the suction housing inched toward his erect and helpless cock.

"And I'm not turning this off until the jar is full." The panther wryly mused, letting the hose firmly latch itself on the shy throbbing member like a parasitic worm-

-Immediately without any modesty or shame, the bull boy threw his head back with the sudden pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head and he bayed like a cow needing the serious attentions of a bull.

Sterling watched in amusement as the hose seemed to have a life all its own; sucking hard on his member every other second and with that intense stimulation, it would only be a matter of time before the first load was safely in the collection jar.

"Yes. You like to be a filthy little cow, don't you? If you don't fill that tank in half an hour, I know a certain bovine fucktoy who's going to be steak and hamburgers tonight!" Sterling snarled impatiently, going toward the dildo machine...

And revving it up to the highest level-shattering the poor bull's asshole with at least ten pistoning shoves into his butt a second.

It really didn't take much of a guess when the bull would come after all that stimulation.

"And you probably want your other udders milked too, I bet." Francis mused with a cruel smile as he reached up for the calf's nipples, working them gently with his fingers.

Ten seconds after that, the bull boy screamed with a horrendous shudder of his body; his scrotum bunching up numerous times to shoot milk into the waiting mouth of the hose-deposited into the jar even as Sterling noticed the steam coming up from the hot fresh load of "milk" as it dripped in the container.

"Good little cow."

But it didn't stop there. The calf screamed to be released as his raw sensitive cock was given no rest; already going into another orgasm as rapidly as the first.

"MOO!"

Sterling slapped the calf in the face in reprisal; "Shut up! This is your own fault! I could have figured out a reasonable solution to this problem, but you wanted to be milked. Well, Bessie bitchwhore, you're going to get your wish-even if the procedure of having your balls emptied and your cock as raw as uncooked meat kills you, you are not going to stop-and you aren't going to complain either, are you?"

"MO-"

At that prompting, the panther took his leather wallet out and shoved it in the bull boy's mouth.

"I said shut it." Francis snarled, laughing even as the calf shuddered from having his penis overstimulated way past orgasm. Both well knew that it probably felt almost like a really uncomfortable bout of tickling.

The bull gave muffled protest as the dildo battered his hole with lightning speed and the machine sucked his member well beyond his comfortable threshold-

-And then the bovine winced and shook in agony as the hose brought him to another nasty and body rocking orgasm, his face filled with sweat and discomfort as his second load was greedily deposited into the jar.

But still it continued, and the cow was no longer content with his milking as his super sensitive cock was stimulated to the brink of his tolerance and way beyond. He was crying, he was mumbling in protest with the wallet still lodged in his muzzle, and Francis knew that the cow wanted more than anything in the world for the milking machine-and the rough plowing to stop.

Francis looked at the jar-only one-fourth full and shrugged apathetically.

"We don't stop till you fill the jar. Better get used to it-I could find worse things to do to you." The panther remarked, brandishing his claws and eying that animated and overworked pair of low-hanging bovine balls. "Better believe I could make you my little steer and have you suck me all day-and I won't complain about a little milking like you are. I learned to handle that odd tickling of hypersensitivity."

The calf boy moaned through his gag and actually made an honest effort to strain against the restraints holding him spread-eagle against the wall.

"Patience. Soon your balls will be drained and I will be on my way and you can forget this ever happened."

It was almost more entertaining than being milked himself. Francis delighted in the nervous struggling and the fact that the cow was now miserable to have his penis sucked on nonstop.

When the eight ounce collection jar filled to the brim to the point that it was overflowing, Sterling was pleased to see that the door opened for him-

-He was just as pleased to rip his wallet from the cow's mouth, down it into his pocket, and listen to the screaming bull boy as he left the room-the calf still hooked up to the machine and being unmercifully collected from. Another ten minutes and he would be completely dry, but the machine wouldn't know that...

...it would keep on going...

...until someone turned it off...

...and as the door shut on the bull boy; his cries muffled behind thick steel...

...it wouldn't be Sterling who spared him that debilitating sexual agony.

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The next room wasn't a room. Inasmuch as he could tell, it looked more to be a contained forest or greenhouse-

And there was a gun next to him.

"Detective. You must find what is lost before you can go on your way."

Frowning, Francis picked up the gun and checked that it was loaded-an air rifle with tranquilizer darts. He wondered what he would use this for-

-Until a reddish flash caught his attention somewhere out in the forest.

Some primal force overcame him-a strange pleasure to take this rifle-

"Here's kitty!" Sterling sneered with a grin, liking this game by the minute.

He aimed as he saw a furry red ass in his sights, but it disappeared before he could get a good bead on his target.

It looked like Detective Francis was going on an old fashioned fox hunt.

"Here foxy foxy. Got a nice present for you."

A strange giggle came out of nowhere-an odd feminine sound-then he knew that he wasn't the only one having a fun time; apparently his prey enjoyed being hunted down and fucked. Well, that served Sterling just fine; the more the merrier.

He could have been chasing her for well over an hour, weaving through bushes and following her paw prints in the loose soil, but he knew that somewhere along the way his willing prey would make a mistake-on purpose.

It was her fetish after all, and being hunted was fun for foreplay, but it was obvious she would tempt him to take the shot and carry his trophy home for...a REAL stag party.

And then she bent over right in his line of sight-picking flowers and waving her bushy tail with a coy giggle.

"Bitch-you make this too easy." Sterling mumbled, raising the rifle tight against his shoulder and poised calmly to take the shot that would make her his "kill".

Licking his lips with unbidden sexual hunger, Francis found her round juicy ass in his scope crosshairs easily, claw crawling on the trigger and ripping into the metal with every nervous squeeze.

And when he saw the small aluminum tube attached to her ankle, he didn't need any more motivation.

-THWOOSH-

The silver dart with the red plumage almost looked like it belonged on her bubbly furred ass.

"What took you so-"

Then she collapsed heavily in a field of wildflowers; her fur covered in loose multi-colored petals of purple, orange, pink, and many other pretty types.

"Bitch isn't standing, now." Francis mused with a smirk, sauntering over proudly like the panther version of Teddy Roosevelt, putting one foot up on her back and posing with his rifle in victory for some invisible photographer-before yanking the tube from her leg and after he opened it, he saw there was a crude map inside.

Smiling in dry humor, he took the barrel of the rifle and stuffed it up her tailhole before he went, giving her a tail of a different sort.

"She's displaying her plumage!" Francis wryly joked as he followed the map through the forest to the exit.

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The next room was so bright, it hurt his eyes. It was done like a basic medical clinic with an examination bed, many cabinets, and a couple things which were probably not in the arsenal of the average doctor.

But the bed wasn't empty. Restrained in stirrups, breathing raggedly and tiredly, body shivering nakedly in the cold air conditioning-

Was a shy and quite nervous robin male, his pretty colors actually seemed to fade when Sterling entered the room-if that could be possible.

Leaning in close, he took a tag attached to the avian's member and read it; smiling with amusement.

'Do as I would do'

If he were Paw, there were all kinds of opportunities to start with.

But when he saw the bird's eyes bat toward a series of needles on a tray, a nasty idea formed in his head.

"Needle shy? Hmm. Birdy might need his shots. You wouldn't want to catch avian flu, would you?" Francis wryly remarked, taking on a physicians lab coat and face mask like an actor's role on a great stage.

"And I think I have the perfect place in mind." Sterling mused, rubbing the soft feathery assflesh with his gloved paws. The robin tried to bat his hands away with his wide tail, but it proved as effective as trying to knock down a building with an oriental fan.

"Your only tickling me-and you need your boosters!" Sterling snarled with such mischief, taking the first of three shots and jabbing the point hard into the soft ass exposed neatly before his gaze.

The robin bucked and whined as he felt the prick against his skin-and screamed as the second got hastily rammed into his other cheek without any sign of gentleness.

"Stop bitching; its only a small prick. I can show you MY needle and really give your ass something to complain about." Francis threatened, prepared to drop his pants to prove his point. The avian dropped back down to the bed with a muted thud and offered no protest as the last needle bit sharply into his ass like a mosquito from the Cretaceous period.

Looking in the cabinets, he found a thermometer and smiled.

"Now I want you to say "Ah"."

Even as the bird opened his mouth, Francis shoved the lightly lubed and thick instrument into his sore pincushion ass without any warning, the robin squawking with surprise from the pain and the sudden unbidden entrance of the glass device.

"While we're waiting for that, let's take a blood sample."

Sterling took a thin syringe, and seeing a bulging vein ready to be collected from, jammed the point into the robins' unprotected member-drawing blood directly from his erection and then taped a cotton ball over the puncture.

As the bird whined in pain and disbelief, Sterling ripped the thermometer from his ass in one sudden jerk, reading it, and putting it in the nearby stainless steel sink.

"Now let's go over your HMO. Your Horny Most Obviously-but I am too, and I think that as the doctor I know what is best for you. I think you need a good dose of doc's special medicine.

Sterling mounted the bed, straddled the robin's chest, and shoved his feline member rudely through the avian's protesting beak.

"Now...go ahead and take your medicine."

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

When Sterling had his fun of one poor shriveled wreck of a robin, (and if anyone asked how he learned to be a doctor, he could just say 'a little birdie told me-before I fucked his face ragged for well over an hour') he entered the next room and caught the lingering fresh smell of hay-and horse shit.

Sleeping in a bed of straw was a shy and quite bared palomino stallion boy. He was beautiful and clearly shy. Some people would say 'unbroken'.

"Delicious." Sterling whispered.

He admired the round contour of that golden fuzzy ass, hairs becoming lighter in his butt crack as if he had been sitting in sand. Francis was content to look over the stud and all his well-proportioned features...

Until the little muffin pony awoke-fright in his eyes when he saw a panther in his barn with a raging erection.

A tag around the horse boys' neck caught his attention. He stepped forward and ripped it off impatiently.

'Free the mind's desire by restraining the body'

"My pleasure." Sterling remarked to no one, now understanding why he had a pony fur in a barn.

It was time to train the new pony to the harness, the bit, and all sorts of other things. Francis pulled off his pants and stepped out of them, his cock springing forth in rapt attention.

"Come here pony. Come get your carrot." Francis teased, the palomino crawling shyly on all fours toward him and swishing his long pretty blonde tail.

Sterling moaned out with obvious delight as the equine muzzle devoured his cock and the cute little horsie serviced him eagerly.

"Go-oooood pony. Today I'm going to train you, and when we're done with that, I wanna do a little riding. How does that sound?"

The palomino nickered coyly in response as he licked and sucked like such a good four-footed bitch...

But when the pony reached his hands up to massage Sterlings' balls, the panther slapped them away hard.

"No pony-mouth only. Ponies can't use their hands, remember?"

The horse boy offered no protest, eating his carrot instead and blushing with joy every second. Francis pat the horse's head and began to gently thrust into that hot mouth.

"Mmm. Your good at eating carrot, aren't you bitch?" Francis growled out-roughly taking a handful of mane in his paws as he felt his orgasm approach.

"Now lick that tip and peeslit as hard as you can-and you better drink my juice or pony gets a whipping." Francis threatened.

The horsie doubled his efforts and did his best to drive that tip crazy with stimulation. It felt so good, Sterling felt as if he was going to collapse dizzily from time to time...

His cream blasted out like a cannon shot; goo coating the waiting hungry throat of the pony boy as he neighed and licked his lips in response.

"Mmm. Such a good little horsie."

Then the panther watched in surprise as the pony, still on all fours grew out a stiff erection and without touching it, used his abdominal muscles to beat it against his cute plump belly.

"Bad pony!"

Sterling looked around the barn and found the little tack room-taking a riding crop from a wall bracket and brought the device down hard enough on the ponys' ass to elicit a surprised little squeal.

"Masturbation is not allowed. You are going to save it for breeding. If I see you do that again, I will whip your balls to make you think twice against it."

The panther urged the pony to follow him to the tack room-which he obligingly did like a good horsie-his rump appearing slightly sore and pinkish from the harsh spank of the whip.

First, Sterling put the bridle over the palomino's head, and he willingly took the bit in his mouth before the panther clasped all the straps and noticed that it was a bridle with blinders to cover the eyes.

"Hmm. Good. That'll keep you focused on me."

The horsie gave a shy neigh as his tongue played with the iron bit lodged in his mouth.

Now Francis saw the carriage harness collar and smiled, immediately threading it over pony's head to fit heavily over his neck like a draft horse necklace.

"Good pony-hold still for this next part."

Francis had the crupper in his hands; normally a device that held the whole assembly of collar, reins, and girth straps in place by putting it right under the tail, but this one had a special attachment Francis couldn't help but admire.

The pony shyly whined out as Sterling approached his ass with a long flexible tube attachment about one inch thick. It looked like it slid and snaked about a foot or two into the rectum and colon and made discrete expulsion of solid waste impossible. Wearing this, not only was the horse boy open to being fucked whenever the master so chose and by who the master invited to fuck him, he could neither control when he went to the bathroom.

Francis Sterling simply thought of it as brilliant as he made the pony squirm-stuffing every inch of it slowly into his tight little tailhole before connecting the two leather strings from the device right to the collar around pony's neck. The nasty 'little' incontinence hose would never come out unless he willed it.

After that, he took a small saddle and cinched it tightly over the palomino's back before going into a back room briefly-to roll out a small machine hooked to a garden hose and it had another end which seemed to connect into the crupper attachment.

"Master LOOOOVES a clean pony." Sterling teased, connecting the machine to pony's ass before seeing that the device was actually for warming the water, putting laxatives and minera oil in it, and regulating internal pressure in safe levels so it wouldn't rupture the intestines.

Smiling, Sterling set it to 100f, put maximum amounts of glycerin, soap, and oil into the mixture-

And turned it on, letting it have at the defenseless pony boy. Sterling watched in amusement that the palomino tried to escape but couldn't-dragging the enema machine behind him everywhere like his own little cart.

He cried out in shame and panic as it pumped the nasty concoction of fluid deep up his ass.

"Mmm. You'll love it. Your ass will be so clean we could store meat up there." Francis cruelly mused, rubbing his cock and using his sticky pre as lube.

"MY meat." The panther joked.

The palomino squealed in protest, dragging his 'cart' around the room helplessly as the panther laughed.

After five minutes of this, the machine turned itself off and with a spritely grin worthy of Puck himself, immediately slid out the machine's attachment hose; the pony running for the corner of his barn at a gallop.

For now Sterling would give him his privacy as he heard the inelegant noise of the horsie boy being forced to feel the water and waste drip from his temporarily opened ass.

In short, it was a good day to train a pony, but not so much to BE one

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

Hours later, when he had sated his desire in the pony's defenseless mouth and ass at least what seemed a hundred times; cum all over his golden silky fur like plump streaks of silver, Paw came to him-just laying tiredly in straw and ordering his new pet horse around through all his dressage manouvers.

"Did you have fun with your toys?" Paw mused, eyeing the pony with clearly insatiable design and desire.

The panther looked at him with eyes that reflected red and smiled with his white teeth-but all else on him looked as if a shadow if you didn't count all the horse seed all over his coat. "Just what I always asked Santa for every Christmas. Fortunately, this little pony has a few benefits you won't find on a four-footed model."

Paw laughed wryly. "Tell me about it-it took me a great deal of time to train my pets NOT to talk."

The panther looked on and shared the amusement with a dry chuckle of his own. "So that's why it felt like I was talking to myself."

"Do you have a name for yourself?" The wolf asked as he pulled down his pants and went toward the pony to teach some undressage lessons on that poor wide pony anus.

"Yes; very simple yet I think it'll do." The panther brandished his sharp talons with a mystical little smile.

"Claw." The wolf mused, thrusting his cock hard into the pony's ass with a pleasant grunt.

"ScratchClaw to be more precise."