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27 minutes after containment breach, a young, rather slim tiger was locking up shop, unaware of any containments that might have been going on nearby, let alone the catastrophic events that may have been involved were they breached. He was simply the new assistant manager for an up-and-coming accounting firm, and he had enough to occupy his mind as it was.

Alan had been openly gay in college and half of high school. But things turned sour after college, and one night, with the persuasion of a lesbian friend and the better part of a bottle of rum, he'd decided to start chasing skirts again. The problem was that he hadn't had much practice talking to women like that since he'd jumped the fence in high school, and now, it seemed exceedingly awkward. Here was a pretty, young rabbit with a positively hypnotizing rear end, and he just didn't know what to say to her. He could hardly even get a point across on the clock half the time-- what kind of assistant manager couldn't talk to the receptionist?

"So, uh..." Alan turned, pocketing his keys as he picked the girl out against the deepening night. Her fur was pure black, but her cute little red jacket and her pale green eyes stood out well enough. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" She blinked at him, an ear tweaking to one side, and he hastened to add, "for Halloween, I mean! It's a little late, but..."

She smiled after a moment. "I wish. I used to go to my friend's party every Halloween, but we've lost touch. I'm probably just going to watch a scary movie with some candy and--" A shrill car horn had been rising in the distance for a while, cutting on and off in bursts, and it was drawing closer now. "...my... What is that?" Josie frowned, looking down the road past him.

The street was almost empty, all the other storefronts and small businesses already shut down for the day. Headlights danced against the storefronts up the street. Finally, the blaring car swung around the corner, laying on the horn as it barreled down the street toward the two. Swerving side to side, the car roamed the street frantically, mounting the sidewalk and knocking over signs here and there. Alan grabbed Josie's wrist, gritting his teeth. No time to get back in-- they might have to jump out of the way.

The car revved and dragged a hard turn under a streetlamp, almost upon them, and the tiger glimpsed something --someone?!-- on the hood of the car. The car careened far too close to the two in a tight turn before barreling straight toward the other side of the street. It was too late to turn out-- the car plowed through the glass storefront to a furniture store, tearing up several tables before slamming into a wall.

"Did you see that? There was a man on top of that car..." He perked. She could tell that it was a man? He was determined not to need glasses, but--

A clerk emerged from the tobacco shop next to the furniture store-- a middle-aged koala in a mussy button-up and slacks. He stood in the streetlight in front of his store, gaping at the great hole in the property right next door. "What the hell happened?! Did you see it? Was that a car?"

A thud from within the furniture store diverted everyone's attention. The clerk leaned closer, squinting into the darkness. "Hey... is someone alive in there?" Something was definitely moving deep in the shop. Feet shuffled across the flooring, stirring debris and glass. Josie gasped softly, and Alan strained his eyes. A moment, and he could just see it-- two pricks of golden light in the darkness. Feral eyes. "Geez...!" The clerk had started to approach, but he backed off now. "Uh... are you okay? ...Hello?" The eyes drew closer and lowered. "Uh...?"

A snarl tore from the dark figure, and it leaped at the clerk in a single, great bound. It broke into the light in mid-pounce, a massive, powerful, naked canine figure lunging for its prey. A single howl of fear burst from the clerk, and ended in a peculiar squelch. What the tiger and rabbit looking on didn't realize was that that was the sound of a yowl interrupted by the intrusion of a fourteen-inch cock slamming down the yowling koala's throat and cutting off the sound at the very voicebox by flattening it with a great, throbbing cumvein. The clerk crumpled to the ground under the weight of the landing canine, leaving his assailant half-shrouded in the shadows at the edge of the light. Alan could make out the clerk, though-- and the heavy, muscled rear bobbing over his face as a monstrous cock funneled down his throat. The man was surely unconscious from such a blow, and his body lay in a heap, his legs thrown apart at an uncomfortable angle.

"A... Alan...?" The rabbit was close behind him, peeking around his shoulder.

The tiger jumped slightly, and looked back. He swallowed. "Call the police." She stared at him a moment. "You've got a cell, don't you? Hurry!" His voice was a little shaken. She started fumbling in her purse, and he turned back to the scene. He could see the canine's fat balls jumping up and slopping heavily on the clerk's chin, jamming every last inch into that swollen throat. He couldn't imagine taking something that big without even warming up-- he'd handled some big pricks back in the day, but the sheer girth and length of the meat that was pulling out of that koala's face before slamming home again... He shook his head slightly. This was no damned time to admire anything.

His eyes dragged away, and down. He was wondering if the clerk was still alive-- but he got an unexpected sign of hope on that count. The crotch of the clerk's slacks was starting to bulge. The tiger managed a wry smile despite himself, but that started to slip after a moment in amazement. The man's slacks were bulging, and bulging, and straining dangerously. He'd never have imagined the man was so well-endowed! The slacks creaked in protest against their contents, and it took Alan a moment to realize that that wasn't all that was growing. The koala's body seemed to be thickening all over. His arms grew from flabby to powerful, and his legs began to fill his slacks with muscle. Finally, the zipper burst, and a furious, throbbing cock swung free, approaching a foot in length as it swayed and stood at red-hot attention. His belt burst a moment later, and his slacks began to fall to shreds. Buttons flung off his shirt one after another until it tore open as well, revealing a broad chest barely hampered by the belly the koala had borne.

The silence behind Alan finally pulled his eyes away. Josie had been giving their address and starting to describe the situation when she'd fallen silent. She stared at the scene before them now, phone to her ear as someone called out on the other end. Alan grasped her shoulder and she gasped before quickly describing what they had seen. He glanced back, and found that the koala had revived, it seemed.

The muscled clerk was struggling now, writhing on the ground. He threw the canine off and into the darkness. The koala dragged himself to his feet, moving like an animal now. He slouched, head low, feet wide apart. He snarled at the canine and pounced into the darkness. A scuffle wandered the street a moment as the two exchanged vicious blows and clawings, though the two were hard to tell apart in the dark. Finally, one leapt away, taking several steps back. A frustrated howl rose from the retreating creature, the clerk's voice tinted with something hungry and dark. The koala turned and loped off down the street on all fours.

Silence behind him again. Alan glanced back, and found no one there. He blinked, looking around, and he could just make out a red jacket retreating down the street the other way before it disappeared around a corner. He probably should have run himself, in hindsight. His eyes flicked to the shadows where the two had fought. His breath caught.

Two golden eyes stared at him.

Alan glanced back down the street once, his heart pounding in his ears. He snatched the keys from his pocket and whipped around. A snarl rose not too far behind him as he unlocked the door, and he flung it open just long enough to squeeze inside and slam it shut again. His key jabbed at the lock desperately before finally sliding home and twisting to lock the door. A heavy thump shook the door, pulling a gasp from the tiger as he jumped back. He dove behind a desk and shuffled underneath, out of sight, deep in the darkness. Glass shattered and rained over the carpet along with a heavy thud. It had jumped right through the window. He held his breath, trying to think of what to do. His phone would make light and noise, so he couldn't call anyone for help. With the way that thing jumped, he doubted he could outrun it-- that's why he went for hiding. But where could he hide...?

The canine was padding around slowly now, searching for him. It might have been trying to be quiet, but to the tiger, every sound was too loud, too close. The firm squish of footpad and carpet under a muscled, heavy body. The slow drag of breath through bared teeth and the throaty hiss of air released just short of a growl. And now and then, a soft pip of something dropping on the carpet.

The chair in front of him flew across the room suddenly, crashing against the far wall to be replaced by a firmly planted foot. The tiger stared, frozen, at the leg of the beast. He could only just make out the dark-furred form in the bare trace of light coming in the broken window. Two legs, thick with muscle, planted a moment before him. A soft glint of light spoke of smoothness and moisture: the canine's recently used cock, hanging hard at half-attention. Drooling precum. A fat glob hung on the very tip, and as the canine shifted to step forward, it pulled free, falling in another soft plop on the carpet. The canine was drooling with pre constantly as it hunted him down. The tiger swallowed very slowly.

The boss' office. It bolted from the inside, and it had no windows. Just a cramped little room for a desk in the back. Perfect. The tiger glanced up at the canine. If he was going to have a chance, he realized, this was it-- just after the canine passed, facing away. He slid out as quietly as he could, and broke into a dash as soon as he could get his legs under him. A snarl surged far too quickly behind him, and leapt rapidly closer. A half-second's prayer skittered through his mind as he seized the door, pulling it open and throwing himself in. His fingers groped blindly for the bolt, and he had to flick the light on to find it. Locked.

A roar rose on the other side, and fists battered the door. Shaking all over, the tiger backed up and practically fell into the boss' chair. A single, hard light glared down at him as he sprawled out in the creaky chair, panting softly. That should be enough to keep it out. He hoped. No windows to bust through. Just a safe little box for him to hide out in until the authorities came to put a stop to... whatever this thing was. Blows rained down on the door, but the tiger focused on calming down, scrubbing his face with both paws. Safe. He was safe, and he just had to outwait this monster. And Josie was safe, and should have already told the police everything. He stared at the door.

Finally, silence came. Alan wasn't opening up anytime soon in any case, but it would be nice if the beast left altogether. After a moment, he shifted closer, trying to listen for the canine. The silence stretched-- and broke with a crash when something hard struck the door. The tiger managed to suffice with a small jump. A chair, he imagined. The door was sturdy wood, though, and he didn't expect a chair to do too much good. He scooted his own chair back against the wall. Once again, silence pressed down on him.

A snarl rose beyond the door. A scrape and a smash rose somewhere in the store. Papers fluttered, and drawers rolled open. A pause.

The door burst apart, splitting in the middle and crumbling around the jutting corner of a desk. It heaved back and plowed in again, raining bits of wood on the tiger as the pieces came apart. The desk withdrew, and fell to the floor with a great thud. Alan stared wide-eyed at the doorway, two chunks of wood clinging to hinges the only breaks against the rectangle of darkness. Except those eyes.

High now, they stared at the tiger clutching at his little chair, starting to tremble in fear. Two golden irises slitted with wide, black pupils. A heavy step pressed to the carpet, and they drew closer. Another, and a foot appeared, stepping past the sharp blade of light the ceiling lamp cast through the doorway. Another joined it, along with the broad curve of a muscled, gray-furred calf. The head of that thick canine cock pierced the light, pale red and still damp from its recent exploits. A fresh drop of pre was beading at the tip. Inch after inch emerged into the light as the tiger drew a shaky breath.

At the same moment that two fat balls emerged from the shadows, snug between the canine's thighs, another two broad curves pressed free of the darkness. Two great, plump mounds sat heavy on the canine's chest, topped with fat, slightly puffed nipples. The tiger's breath caught as he suddenly re-assessed the body before him. Broad hips, massive thighs, a tight torso and two enormous, firm breasts. And a monster cock.

She stepped into the doorway, golden eyes drawing to tight slits in the light as her face finally filled in around them. A coyote. Her bosom rolled subtly up and out with her slow breaths. Her dick was throbbing slowly, visibly twitching upwards and starting to climb to full attention as she stared at him. Hungry.

He backed up. He didn't have anywhere to go, but he climbed up his chair backwards and fell off it, sending it clattering to the floor before her as he pushed his back to the wall. Her breathing, a slow, deep, wet panting, filled the room as she stepped inside. Her cock wagged in the light, swaying to one side as she stepped over the chair.

Alan darted to one side, scrambling up on the desk, trying to slip past the coyote and out the door, but a paw planted in his back, flattening him to the desk and bunching into a fist in his jacket. A snarl surged over him, and he struggled, clawing at his jacket, trying to slide out of it, but she had hold of his pants, too. She slammed him to the desk again, knocking the air from him and leaving him weak and wheezing as his pants slid down.

The tiger barely had a breath to realize just what was about to happen to him before a broad, rounded cockhead shoved between his cheeks, abruptly grinding against his pucker. He shivered under the pure heat of that piece of meat throbbing against him, drooling against his hole. He was seized shut in fear, and that rod was so fat it might as well have been a wall pushing against his entrance. He glanced back, managing to draw a single, shaky breath of relief. There was no way she could fuck him with that thing.

The coyote didn't seem to share his opinion. She bared her teeth in a snarl and shoved forward, two steely paws wrapped tight around his thighs as her cockhead bored down on that tiny little hole, leaving its owner screaming out what little breath he had, clawing at the desk, at the wall. Pre was seeping into him, and his inner muscles burned with protest and slowly gave way. Pure strength to strength, he couldn't keep her out. Claws dug into his thighs as she pulled him back, prying him open with her dick.

His body flexed and trembled, and finally, in a moment of exhaustion, he loosened. A monstrous swell of cockflesh rammed into his ass, stretching his insides around her unforgiving girth as she drove deeper and deeper in one unrelenting push. Inch after monstrously thick inch sunk into his punished tailhole and her snarls only rose in pitch. He clung to the desk, claws grating on wood as he stared at the spackle on the wall from an inch away, wide-eyed and mouth open. He could feel his guts squeezing aside around the beast sliding into him. His hips tripped into fresh shivers every few seconds as her cumvein dragged over his prostate, forcing wads of pre to spatter from the hard tiger cock hanging down under that stretched hole.

Alan couldn't have said he was enjoying it. He'd fantasized about some big cocks back in college-- he'd even been something of a size queen for a while. But all those long nights and shameless parties hadn't prepared him for this.

Finally, almost suddenly, two fat balls nudged to the tiger's hanging orbs, pushing them forward as her hips pushed firmly to his ass. His brow sagged, and after a moment, he managed to drag a breath. The coyote's constant, hungry snarling almost hid the sound of his exhalation, but he was still ashamed of what he'd heard: a moan.

She was throbbing powerfully in his ass. She was hot, but it took him several moments to realize the warmth was spreading through him too quickly, and too deep. He pulled his head around to look back as the coyote ground into his ass. Her ferocious expression was, for the moment, tinged with relief, her eyes unfocusing as she bared her teeth in what might have been a smile. She was coming inside him, he realized. Or rather, she'd been firing away into his ass nearly the entire time she'd been inside him. He already felt full, like he'd had a little too much to eat.

By the time he'd realized though, the coyote seemed to be finishing up-- and far from done. One paw seized a fistful of his hair, the other a great wad of his jacket and shirt. Her hips drew, her cock dragging out of his hole slick with juices. She pulled halfway before abruptly slamming home again, knocking a yelp from the tiger as he was shoved against the wall, knocked a bit senseless. He braced his arms up between his head and the wall, panting softly as she dragged free only to barrel home again. She drew, and a sudden, vicious stroke took him off guard, only to melt into another slow draw. She played with his ass like an exquisite sex toy, dragging her cock through his aching, stretched, leaking body slowly at one moment, savoring the feel of his internal muscles clinging to her, and ramming in and out brutally the next.

He struggled just for oxygen, and when he could, he tried to stop his breath from seeping free in a moan. Just because his own cock was throbbing hard and felt ready to... it wasn't his fault his g spot was right damned there!

The coyote dragged back halfway again and shifted about, straightening a moment. She huffed at the panting tiger and took up his leg, pulling it up to one side. He cried out, but she manhandled him around onto his side, leaving him to shudder with the feel of her cock dragging around in a twist inside him. She leaned over him with a slow grin now, a paw planted on his leg behind the knee and pinning it to his chest. She cast a shadow on him, blocking off the light over him as she drew and slammed home.

Hips beat to his wide-spread ass at a steady, hungry beat now, heavy balls bouncing off one cheek. He could have sworn he heard them sloshing. Her spare paw held his other leg down on the desk, pinning the tiger tightly in place as his body rocked under the coyote's lustful self-indulgence. He framed his shoulder blades against the wall now, arms over his head to keep from knocking himself silly, but he could just see under his arms-- her chest. Two great, taut mountains of rolling flesh heaving toward him, spreading just a hint in zero-gravity before falling down and back again. Two fat black nipples traced long ovals in the air over him in time with the hot cock slamming up his ass, balls slapping to his cheek just a beat before they reached the zenith of their endless dance.

A fresh snarl tore through the room, loud enough he thought the wall might have been vibrating against his back. She pounded home, broad hips punishing his ass and thighs abruptly with a single blow and a long, vicious grind. Fresh warmth bloomed inside him as the coyote roared, and somewhere underneath, the tiger's high moan went unheard. His own cock fired off desperately, sending tiger jism arcing off to splatter across the wall as his beaten, submissive internal muscles gave a few weak squeezes around the beast that had claimed them.

He was bloating now. His belly was swelling outward slowly until he was left looking rather pudgy. The tiger grit his teeth and panted, eyes closed. His insides were strained and stretching where they shouldn't, trying to accommodate the sheer volume of seed this sex-starved coyote was packing into him. When she finally pulled again, thick gushes of cream squirted past her cock to roll down her legs and dribble down the front of the desk. He had barely a moment's relief before she slammed home again. His eyes bulged. She was still going?!

Drawing a deep breath, the coyote unleashed a deep, exultant growl as she pushed stroke after stroke into her prey, slow now, savoring the ride as her excess juices poured almost constantly out of his ass around her cock with every draw. She reared back, drawing a deep breath, and her heavy breasts glistened in the light with a trace of sweat. Her tips pointed exultantly upwards, hard and puffed out on top of their intimidating mountains of titflesh. Her entire body fell into a relief of light and shadow under the hard light, her firm, muscled arms and belly flexing slowly back and forth with the long, firm motions of sliding into the tiger's worn ass. Her belly crunched slightly each time, pushing her hips to firmly, hungrily grind to that wide-spread ass, a throb pushing down the full length skewering half his torso. Her paws loosed and flexed before seizing down on his legs again.

He'd seen a monster in her, or an animal. But as he begrudgingly watched her use his body, her eyes catching all light and regarding him with that dominance, that simple hunger, he found something else. He saw in her the primal origin of humanoids. The caveman, the plains hunter. She understood him only as a thing that she could claim, mount, and stuff.

Her head fell back, and a long, growl-seared moan rose from the coyote as her pace built, hungry to claim the tiger properly once again, it seemed. He braced against the wall best he could, struggling to pull in air between the deep, burrowing shove of that fat cock against his depths, his body stirring from the inside around that relentless drag and push. He didn't feel stretched anymore, not exactly. His body was formed around the mass of that throbbing cock, and she simply slid firmly into place deep inside him with each hungry shove. He was almost used to the way his entire body shuddered and his own cock spit up a thin jet of pre each time she slammed home.

Finally, the coyote broke into a fevered assault on the tiger's spread ass, leaning over him again as she pounded to his deepest core relentlessly. Her teeth bared in a feral snarl as she beat to his ass, searing his insides with the full throbbing girth of her swollen, pre-orgasmic dick. The desk clattered noisily against the wall and papers flew about, a nearby stucco board falling off the wall with a crash. Her balls drew tight, beating fiercely to his cheek as the first pulses rose. Her muzzle full of teeth split around a crackling roar as fresh heat churned his insides, and his belly slowly strained out before him even as seed spurted out of his hole around her. She fucked him through the length of her climax, shuddering and wringing his legs. The tiger thought he might have fired off twice. This might have been partially to blame for the tremors running through his slack form as the coyote finally pushed her last, slow stroke into his battered ass.

A long, murr-stained breath wound its way out of the coyote as she finally relaxed a moment, seeming content with her cum-stuffed mount. Her eyes flicked about dimly as the tiger lay panting weakly under her. He shifted and whined softly now and then. He almost wished she'd kept going-- he felt like he was going to burst any second if she didn't let any more leak out. Quite suddenly, however, he had more than he'd even considered wishing for.

Inch after cream-coated, vein-riddled inch, the coyote dragged out of her well-used fuckhole, leaving the tiger to groan out and gasp suddenly as his hole finally emptied with a pop-- only to unleash a flood. A torrent of hot, sticky cream washed out of his gaping hole to soak the carpet and form a puddle as the coyote casually padded away, murring softly to herself. And he was alone. Panting and wrecked on his boss' desk, leaking a steady river of coyote cum onto the desk and the floor. He resolved to lie there for a while.

Consciousness returned to him all too quickly. He still ached, and while he felt guilty for falling asleep so easily, he very much wished he could have woken up a great deal later. Perhaps if he slept long enough, he would discover he wasn't, in fact, sprawled on a desk in the remains of his pillaged workplace. After getting around the great mess he'd created just dragging himself upright, the tiger managed to shuffle his way around the great mess of broken glass and out the front door.

Morning light hit him hard in the back of the eyes, even when he'd known it was coming. Just a glow across the sky, but plenty bright enough for him at the moment. The street was deserted, and the store across the street was still a wreck. Alan dedicated the sum of his mental abilities to finding a pair of pants that weren't waterlogged in coyote jism. On his way, he spotted the coyote assaulting a trash can in a back alley and gnawing on something.

A chair through the window opened the second hand store for business. Alan tried to find some measure of satisfaction in being cleaned up and clothed again as he stepped out of the shop and pulled up his jeans, but he suspected his tailhole might never feel the same again. He felt... loose.

In his hole-related musings, it took Alan a moment to recognize the sound of an engine echoing up the street. The sight of a brick-red pickup swerving and gunning down the street in his direction made the tiger queasy, and he stepped back, toward the door to the shop. The pickup slammed to the brakes, though, and passed him by a dozen feet or so before finally lurching to a stop. A handful of furs huddled in the back, peering back past the tiger.

A bear leaned out the driver's window and waved at him. "Well, get in! You wanna die or what?" Alan frowned, pulling up his pants.

"Alan?" A familiar voice rose from the pickup. Josie stood up, waving to him frantically. "Alan, get in! Quick!" The others were getting anxious, all staring down the street. He glanced down the way the truck had come from.

It wasn't clear in the dim light, but a crowd, or maybe a mob, was approaching. He started moving. The tiger grabbed at the edge of the truck with a grunt, and his feet were hardly off the ground before the truck peeled out down the street again. The mob had gained on them-- they must have been running at quite the clip. Alan tumbled to the bed of the truck and picked himself up enough to stare over the back. A mob of furs either naked or barely wrapped in the last shreds of clothing. Every one powerfully built, running in a low, slouched position. Eyes glimmering gold. Great, heavy sets of breasts bouncing with the hard pace. And on every one, a massive, cock, flopping around or wagging hard. Alan swallowed.

"Are you alright? You look terrible." Josie knelt beside him, reaching for the dried trickle of blood behind his ear. He took her paw.

"I'm alright. Let's get the hell out of here." He managed a smile.

She gave a little smile back and went to call through the hole to the driver's cabin. "Floor it, honey!"

Alan's smile slipped as the engine revved, rocketing them ever forward.

Honey?