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Guard Dog Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Kalendil

The Golden Hills Mall had been a bit of a ghost town in recent years. The thoroughfare was seldom walked, the only sign of life coming from the Food Court most days. With the advent of online shopping, people just weren't coming out anymore. It was hard to tell the difference between when the mall was open and when it was closed anymore, but none of that mattered to Zhao. A job was a job, and it was his duty to make sure everything remained protected. And it was, as a fact, closed.

Zhao was in his late twenties, his Asian heritage culminating in his short crop of black hair and the golden hues to his skin tone. He had a thin mustache and chinstrap beard with a wider patch on his chin. His eyes were focused, and his blue and white uniform clung to his well built frame. With his musculature it was little doubt he could have been a bouncer if he wanted to, but this job suited him fine.

The guard continued along his route, examining the metal grates that came down to lock off shops and stalls. His boots clapped against the sand colored tiled floor. He looked at the shoe store with its expensive fineries. He looked at the guts of the closed Toys R Us, remembering fondly the things he had found there as a kid. He looked at the Spencers with its knicknacks and fake piercings. There was a strange culture to a mall, where everything was too clean and too empty at the same time. Eclectic mixtures came around every corner - as did the sound of a clatter of metal.

Adrenaline started coursing through Zhao's body. He moved up to one of the side hallways, trying to narrow in on the sound. He wasn't sure at first, but then he saw the security gate on the curio shop shake. Zhao's heart raced. It made sense, in a strange way. The Curio shop was one of the messiest, fullest stores in the mall. It sold all manners of trinkets, from throw away tourist garbage to legitimate antiques that the owner had held on to for years.

"This is Zhao, incident in progress, Golden Hills Mall junction C, south side. Moving in to investigate." Zhao reported on his radio before turning the volume down. He advanced carefully, thinking about his training. He didn't know if it was a robbery or not for sure, but an owner in after hours would have checked in with him, and they wouldn't have left the security gate down.

According to training, his options were to investigate and then call for backup... But this was his mall, his people. Zhao slunk along the wall up to the outside of the shop, hearing more clattering. Whoever it was, they were being careless. They were in a hurry. There was every chance they could be spooked into leaving. He reached up to the keypad and entered the security override before stepping back.

A squeaking groan came from the security gate cover before it began rattling upwards. There was momentary silence inside. Zhao looked across the hall to the window of the nail salon, seeing in the vague reflection a figure standing inside. Zhao's heart raced, his breathing increased, he drew his taser and then he ducked under the gate.

"Identify yourself!" He called out. It was the last chance if this person had any legitimate claim to being there to let him know. The hooded figure instead grabbed something off of the shelf behind the register and started running toward the back of the shop, no doubt where they had broken in.

Despite his better training, Zhao bolted after the kid, navigating between stacks of statues, vases, totems, trinkets and crystals. The smell of the shop was woody, dusty, almost like some sort of museum storage. Up ahead he saw the cracked back door leading to the parking lot. He was almost out of time. He lunged for the figure, caught his shoulder and they both went down. As Zhao fell, his shoulder caught the edge of one of the statues on the shelving. The ceramic broke from the impact, but not before cutting into Zhao's arm through his shirt. He winced as his flesh was cut and felt the warm heat of blood leaking out, but he had a job to do. He grabbed the figure and rolled him over, seeing that the hooded figure was a teenager with fuzzy brown sideburns and a nose ring. He looked up at the guard and snarled.

"Fuck you man, let me go. You don't know what you're getting into." he said. Zhao grinned a bit, holding him down.

"Sorry kid, crime doesn't pay, and you shouldn't have gotten into my mall." Zhao said, pulling out his radio to report the crime and get backup. As he relayed the information, his eyes drifted over to the statue he had broken. It appeared to be a dog sitting up on its hind legs, but the statue was dominated by a very large phallus and balls rising up from between its legs and stretching all the way to its chin. Zhao was a little embarrassed that he might have to pay for damaged to some sort of fertility statue, but he'd kept the kid from getting away with anything. Hopefully insurance would cover damages.

****

Sunlight streamed in through the large windows across the light wood tone floor, shining off of the exercise equipment. The gym wasn't anything special; it had several bikes, a few different weight lifting machines and one tv perpetually locked to some random sports channel. For Zhao, though, it was a good place to decompress after work with a few friends... and today he needed to decompress more than usual. He sat in the butterfly machine, bringing his arms together, rotating the padded prods and feeling the resistance burning in his muscles.

"And then it turns out it's just some kid with hippie sideburns and a bad nose ring." Zhao said, "I almost felt bad for taking him down." he said, grunting as he brought the weights together again. There was something about the exercise today that felt extra good. His whole body felt so alive.

"Don't feel too bad about it. The kid did break into one of the stores." the figure sitting beside Zhao replied. The man was at a butterfly machine of his own, taller than Zhao and a fair bit more muscular. His defined muscles bulged under his chocolate brown skin as he pushed the padded prods together in front of his well-built chest. "You and I both know there are some valuable items in the curio shop that would fetch a pretty penny if sold." he continued as he completed another rep on the machine.

"Yeah, I guess crime is crime... And he didn't get away with anything. I guess he wasn't going to take much, they only found a motorcycle behind the mall so I guess whatever would fit in his backpack. Still, a shame when people have to resort to shit like that." Zhao said, getting up long enough to increase the resistance on the machine before sitting down, getting back to it. As he brought the sides together, he closed his eyes and grinned a bit, loving to feel the burn in his muscles spreading out from his arms to the rest of his body in such wonderful, warm, tingling waves.

"Well, crime may not pay but fighting it sure seems to be working well for you," said the figure currently using the bike behind Zhao, eyes glued to his straining muscles. The man was smaller than both his friends, with much more of a swimmers build. His body was defined but fit well on his comparatively slender frame. "By the way dude, are you taking some special protein shake and not telling us? You're filling out your clothes more than usual. I'm certainly not complaining of course, I enjoy the view." Zhao chuckled at that. It wasn't easy being a gay man, let alone an Asian gay man, but he'd found friends that were honest, caring, and candid. It was a refreshing change of pace.

"Nah, must be my confidence. This is the first crime I was able to stop at the new job. I think it's done wonders for me." Zhao grinned, "Other than an injury or two." he considered, reaching up to rub the bandage on his arm.

"Yeah. How'd you end up getting that gash in your arm, anyway?" the darker skin friend asked, getting up from his machine. He picked up the small towel on the floor beside him and wiped the sweat off his brow as he walked closer to Zhao.

"Ah, well, during the takedown I clipped one of the statues in the back of the shop... Terracotta or ceramic or something, caught an edge and went through my shirt like a razor blade." Zhao said, not as excited to talk about the less heroic aspect of his night, but it was still part of the story, sort of a battle scar he should be proud of he supposed.

Looking at the cut the smaller friend commented, "It looks like it's healing well enough though, it's practically just a scratch at this point."

"Yeah, maybe I heal like a wolf." Zhao chuckled, looking at the clock, "Nick, you're running out of time before work man." he said with a sad sigh. It was good he could see his friends after his shift, but sometimes working all night sucked when he had to go to bed as everyone else was getting started. The dark skinned friend looked at the clock, and his eyes went wide.

"Oh, crap! I still gotta go shower." Nick said, grabbing his water bottle and taking a swig before turning back to Zhao. "It was good hanging out again, man. We should get together for morning workouts more often. Really pumps up the blood for a full day of crime fighting." He smiled and chuckled to himself as he waved a good-bye to his friends, running off to the locker room to get on with the rest of his day.

The smaller friend watched him go, admiring how his shorts showed off his muscled ass so very well. Turning back to face Zhao, he commented, "As much as I would love to stick around I gotta go too; I have a dentist's appointment to go to and groceries to get for dinner tonight. I'm making a pot roast by the way. I'll save you leftovers if you like; I know how much you like your high protein diet"

"You're just trying to win me over through my stomach." Zhao smirked, "Sounds good though, your pot roasts are great. I'll catch you later. I better hit the sack, I've got another long night tonight. Guard duty AND paperwork." Zhao smiled, watching Miles head off. He took another deep breath and started doing a few more reps of his machine, feeling so energized by the workout that it almost felt like his biceps and triceps were growing in his sleeves.

****

The blind had been drawn tight, but light still tried to spill out of the edges, casting a faint glow into the bedroom. Zhao moved through the room, stripping off his shirt and dropping it to the floor, letting his pants fall a few steps further. It had been a long night, but he wasn't sure he was ready for sleep just yet. The workouts always seemed to help before, but today there was some sort of energy buzzing in his system. It had to be the adrenaline from the encounter.

Zhao dropped down onto the bed and rolled into his back, looking at the ceiling for a long moment. He could still feel the thrill rushing through his muscles, at pinning the thief, at doing his job. Zhao shifted a bit, realizing blood was rushing to his groin. He tilted his head up a bit, looking down as he saw the tent forming in his pants.

Figuring he had nothing to lose if he was already stuck awake, Zhao reached down to start groping himself. He ran his hand over the bulge, surprised by how big it was already. He rolled his palm from one side to the other, then base to tip and back. He murmured a little, biting his lip. He'd always been a fairly muscled guy, but something about how big his package felt was extra encouraging.

Zhao started moving his hips a little, pressing into his hand, but that wasn't enough. He lifted his waistband up and slipped his hand underneath, finding his hard, huge cock. He moaned, whipping it out, letting the tower of flesh stand in open air. His strong fingers wrapped around the meat, pulling the flesh back, revealing the swollen head. Zhao started working hi hand up and down, bucking his hips just a little.

He was strong, he was big, he was gay and he was out. He had friends, he was manly, life was good... and he was good. He had caught that kid, that fuzzy hippie kid, even if he'd gotten cut in the process. Zhao winced a little, thinking about the cut on his arm. It stung as he thought about it, but as he opened his eyes to look at his arm, he couldn't see the cut. He blinked a few times at that before he gasped, feeling precum leak suddenly out of his shaft.

"Fuck..." Zhao murmured, looking down at his shaft. He felt the clear syrup leaking down his meat. He resumed his masturbation, catching it with his hand, smearing it back up. It let him go faster, smoother, it felt great. Zhao tipped his head back, feeling his heart race. His blood was pumping, just like it had the night before. The blood rushed through his system, but it especially honed in on his cock, flooding into the tissue, making it swell and grow and tighten until there was nowhere else to go... and a most amazing tingling started to spread through his shaft.

Zhao gasped, barely able to keep jerking himself off, moaning as he felt his cock actually stretch in his hand... Centimeter by centimeter, it grew longer, wider, thicker. At first he was sure he was imagining it, but as his hand pried apart, the fingers no longer touching, he realized it was real. Zhao opened his eyes and looked at his meat in shock, and yet he couldn't stop whipping his hand up and down the pole. It felt too good.

With his pulse so accelerated, the veins were throbbing a bit on his cock. The excess blood made it look faintly purple, perhaps even red... and with each thump of his heart, he could see it swell more, growing taller and taller. The amount of space beneath his hand had grown longer as well, though it almost seemed as if his bush was getting thicker too, the black hair going from brush to a full forest.

"Fuuuuck." Zhao cursed again, moaning harder as he felt his balls getting heavier, sagging down the gap between his legs. The added mass only gave him more to thrust with and his cock surged again, giving him enough room to try something he never had before. Zhao inhaled sharply as he brought his other hand up, sliding it over his hip until he let his fingers wrap around the base of his shaft.

He'd never been long enough to double fist before, but it was too good to stop now. He worked both hands in tandem, sliding up and down, up and down. His plump cock head pushed up out of his top hand, followed by an inch of shaft, then two. He had to be almost a foot long now... Zhao groaned, biting his lip, humping his hands until he felt the pressure building.

Wanting to see himself in all his glory, Zhao suddenly let go, revealing his fifteen inch veined, plump, furiously red cock. The cool air sweeping in all at once, the change was too much. Zhao hissed as he shuddered and his cock erupted with a fountain of pearly white cum. It shot up and rained down, splattering across Zhao's bare stomach, chest, and even a bit on his short black beard.

Zhao collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted, confused, and elated. He weakly brought his boxers back up, letting them snap over his huge cock. The excess semen soaked into the fabric, making a fractal pattern of wet spots. Zhao blinked a few times before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out from the afterglow.

****

Faint footsteps echoed off the tile, carrying through the mall hallway. It was a route that Zhao had taken countless times before, but it felt different now. He felt different. Getting ready for work as the sun set, he'd been forced to take a hasty trip to the big and large store for some new uniform pants. Even with extra room, he felt his balls swaying with each step, his cock arched down over them, now too big to tuck to the side.

The one redeeming aspect of the whole situation was that there weren't any visitors anymore, although the start of his shift had been a bit awkward with the paperwork involved. Still, his supervisor hadn't seemed to notice the change. Now he was back on his own, patrolling the mall, prowling his territory... the territory he had successfully defended.

Zhao stopped in front of a shop window, looking at his reflection. He seemed to be standing taller, prouder... His beard was thicker, and he filled out his shirt better too. He grinned a bit, but then murmured as the bulge in his pants grew out into a tent, his shaft slipping down one of his pant legs. He reached down to adjust himself and then moaned even louder at how good it felt.

Feeling embarrassed, he snapped his hand back, deciding to leave it as it was. He was on the clock after all, he had his rounds to make. Zhao continued on, passing Foot Locker, then Spencers, but he froze when he heard a sound... It wasn't a clatter, but more a light shuffling, a scooting of something heavy. Once more Zhao's heart raced. He adjusted his stance and moved faster, his foot falls not making sounds as he rolled with his toes, keeping the heels from clattering.

Zhao came around the corner, narrowing in on the sound, seeing that once again it was the curio shop. He debated his options. He had been successful last time because he had caught them by surprise, but if they were aware what had happened the night before, they'd expect him to take the same path. That, and they didn't have the gate code...

Shifting strategies, Zhao moved back the way he came and bolted down the center thoroughfare, darting down the next hallway. He entered the security code for the alarm and moved out of the fire door, hanging close to the walls of the building. Up ahead he saw the back door to the curio shop, broken open again... and nearby was the same motorcycle. Zhao's lips curled into a faint snarl. Had the kid already made bail? Had he come back to the scene of the crime?

Zhao made it up to the back door of the shop and brought out his taser, taking a breath before he moved in and advanced. There was a blur as something hit him, the young man from before. Zhao dropped the taser and pushed back, knocking the teenager off his feet. The two clattered to the floor. Zhao let out a roar as his teeth stretched into fangs.

"No... No! It isn't fair! You... You got it?" The teen groaned. Zhao was so excited by catching his prey that he felt his cock swelling in his pants again, growing tight and big, as big as before, bigger even. He groaned, feeling the sting in his arm grow hotter, burning through his muscled arms, throbbing in his head.

"Why did you come back? How did you even get out so fast?" Zhao panted. The teen squirmed, only managing to make him bump into Zhao's huge package. Zhao tried not to look like it phased him.

"To find something you already had, apparently... How does it feel, the power coursing through you?" He asked. Zhao snarled, his ears pushing into points.

"I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just doing my job, stopping punks like you from breaking the law." Zhao replied.

"There are things more important than the law, Nature's Law! Can't you feel it, wanting to bust out?" The teenager asked. He slowly lifted his hips, pressing his own groin to Zhao's. Zhao shuddered suddenly, inhaling. The hairs at the edge of his well manicured beard began to tickle, more hairs sprouting upwards to cover higher on his cheeks, then down his throat. His ears took on full points before hair grew across the back of them as well, a fine furry coating.

"I'm going to bring you to justice..." Zhao panted, feeling hot and tingly all over. One of the teen's hands slipped up, caressing the front of Zhao's uniform, finding where his nipple would be under the fabric.

"What about... bringing me to your own kind of justice?" He asked. Zhao shook his head, grunting, his thoughts so cloudy. He'd never been as turned on in all his life. He groaned sharply as his fingernails turned black, stretching out into claws, sinking into his fingers as the flesh grew over the top of it and black fur sprouted across the back of his hands. His fingertips swelled, his palms got puffy, paw pads forming as the bones throbbed and ached.

"I can't... I can't do that, I have a job... to do." Zhao growled, his mouth pushing outward into the start of a muzzle, his nostrils flaring wide as his nose darkened, fur sweeping up around his eyes, covering the rest of his face. A button popped off his shirt, hitting the teenager, then the sound of tearing fabric came. Zhao's crotch had grown so much, it tore out the seat of his pants and boxers, revealing a furry black ass.

The muscled cheeks started to push apart, revealing his pucker, but also how much his tail bone was stretching, growing out from his pelvis, stretching the skin like a tube as new bone after bone grew in with joints, cartilage, muscle... Fur sprouted quickly on the new appendage, growing thicker as the tail grew stronger. Zhao snorted, his claws digging into the teenager's chest, making him moan out.

The teen started humping against Zhao and Zhao thrust back instinctively for a few moments before he forced himself to stop, but it almost hurt to do so. The teen leaned up licked Zhao's furry beard mane. Zhao shuddered before he came down and kissed the thief, pressing his muzzled lips to the boy's, plunging his tongue down into his waiting maw. The teen ground and humped back wildly, and Zhao couldn't fight it anymore.

Muffled scratching sounds came from Zhao's boots before soft pops revealed the presence of more claws. His shirt burst open, his meaty pectorals covered in fur. Zhao's hearing muffled suddenly, unable to hear anything of the outside world. His pointed ears migrated up the side of his skull, appearing at the top of his scalp, taking on a decidedly canine shape. His mouth stretched out longer, making room for his fangs to grow to full size. His whole head ached, throbbing, pulsating, burning up. Even his eyes repositioned a little as his skull took on a new, streamlined shape.

Looking up at the changing guard, the sideburned teenager couldn't help but grin ear to ear, seeing the humanity melt away, replaced by the canine. He hadn't expected to release the energy in the statue this way, but now that it was out, he couldn't be anything but delighted. He reached down between them, clawing and tugging at Zhao's pants until he got them to slip loose. The teen yelped as he was hit with over a foot of hard shaft. He curled his hands as much around the meat as he could, yanking and jerking.

Zhao snarled, drooling from his muzzle as his muscles continued to expand; his furry shoulders broadening and his biceps and triceps thickening. His boots tore apart to reveal big paws, his fluffy tail swung behind his pert ass, and new bumps formed down along his ripped stomach. He had once had the build of a bouncer, now he was more of a dog the size of a bear. Zhao had lost himself to instinct, and the puny human hands around his cock weren't enough.

A clawed paw grabbed the teenager's hips, making him yelp as his ass was lifted. He squirmed and then squealed as he felt the huge cock pushing at his sphincter, popping in easily. He panted hard, looking up at the furry beast before him, starting to moan before the muzzle wrapped around his face again and a dog tongue filled his entire mouth. He sucked and slurped on that tongue as the cock plunged into his ass, filling him easily.

Zhao started to move his hips, sliding forward and back, in and out, picking up speed. His paws grabbed onto the thief's thighs, holding him in place as he claimed him. Somehow it seemed only right. The only way to make the boy behave was to make him his pup, to make him listen to his alpha. Zhao had a purpose in mind. He thrust deeper, harder, listening to the thief's moans as a music of their own.

The teenager squirmed, grunting as he felt his stomach distending gently with the head of the beast's cock, and he could tell Zhao was growing again. His furry balls were already the size of grapefruits, and the cock inside him was swelling longer and longer and longer. The teenager was in heaven. Maybe it was good he hadn't unleashed the power into himself... Being mated by the beast was divine, so wonderful... and then the teen felt it.

"Yes, that's it! Oh yes!" He moaned sharply as he felt his own cock starting to swell, to grow longer and wider than it ever had before. Enough of the beast's juices, his energies, must have leaked out inside him. He thrashed against Zhao, wrapping his human legs around the huge muscled dog beast's waist, pulling himself tighter. Zhao snarled and growled, his eyes gleaming with golden light as he fucked the teenager, but he noticed the boy was starting to change as well.

What had already been unruly sideburns got wilder, growing out as honey brown stubble blossomed across the teenager's face, then swept across his nose and forehead, then his ears. Thousands of tiny hairs began blossoming out across his arms and legs, his chest, even his sack. The teenager got fuzzy in moments before his panting, drooling face began to pop and snap, stretching out into a muzzle as the nose reformed.

Once more Zhao muzzle locked with the thief, turning his head so their extended fangs grated against one another, leaving the center clear for their growing tongues to tangle. The teenager's swelling, growing cock slapped against his stomach, then his chest, his nipples, then his collar bone. It turned from pink to red and then purple. His mushroom shaped head distorted out into a point, bloating as the base of his cock grew too, taking on two half sphere lumps on either side before it unleashed a fountain of creamy cum into his honey fur.

Zhao smelled the musky scent hit the air, knowing his pup had cum. He threw his head back and howled, letting loose an intense ocean of cum into the boy's ass, pumping in squirt after squirt, a fire hose of enchanted canine sperm. The pup whimpered blissfully beneath him as he felt his ass get locked shut by the guard dog's knot. Zhao held him there, pumping him so full he thought he was going to burst.

Somehow, all of Zhao's concerns melted away. He knew he'd be able to keep an eye on the pup now, to keep him out of trouble. The shop would be safe, and his job would be secure. He leaned down, draping his huge muscled furry black body over his pup. The teenager panted, finding it a little hard to breathe, but incredibly sexy to be pinned in such a position. Zhao murmured, closing his eyes.

****

Red and blue lights flickered on the side of the mall, the early morning carrying with it that unusual scent of dew drops on cool earth. Some of the sprinklers had kicked on as well, making the plants around the parking lot extra wet. The police officer took the report, double checking everything before he nodded to Zhao and moved back to the police car.

Zhao stood on the curb, wearing an ill fitting navy blue uniform he'd gotten from the Uniform Store when the owner came in in the morning. Under recommendations from Zhao's company, the curio shop was going to invest in a much more sophisticated security system, but some part of Zhao thought that what was worth stealing had already been taken. In one day he'd grown four inches taller, added pounds of muscle, and there was no way to hide the obscene bulge in his pants... but that was nothing compared to his other self.

Zhao's eyes lifted, looking across the parking lot to where his pup sat, his sideburns blowing in the wind, his extremely long cock peeking out from the leg of his basketball shorts. Zhao's cock started getting hard again just thinking about it. Zhao couldn't wait to introduce his pup to his friends. They were going to have quite the workout session if he had anything to say about it.