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Description: Mike, a police officer with a troubled life awakes in a factory, tied to a chair, victim to the two goons that captured him. He takes a few punches. That was what he trained for. But the situation takes a sudden twist when a feral dog comes into play. Can the mighty police officer resist the perils of a dog's moistened tongue and take revenge on his captors? Read and find out!

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Mike came home from yet another exhausting day. He threw his police outfit onto the sofa, discarded his pants into the clothes basket, then jumped straight into the shower. He hoped the hot water would soothe the long hours of sitting in a mightily uncomfortable chair, writing reports, calling, or doing other boring activities.

It didn't. His arms still felt sore, his feet still ached, and only a certain part of his body was fully relaxed...

At least for a couple of seconds. From the third throb, Mike inevitably hardened to completion, taunted by the pelting warmth falling upon his private parts.

"Oh, come on. I'm not in the mood for this crap," the cheetah placed the shower on his back and began rubbing through his thicker black fur. "Spent too many hours chasing ghosts. I need sleep, not another million of potential cubs thrown into the sewer."

His mind wanted to rest, yet his body vehemently disagreed with that particular decision. His member remained stone hard, a crimson pole barbed at the head and flanked by veins near the balls. It begged for attention, jerking back against the oppressing heat that surrounded it, hardening more with every passing second.

Mike flexed his hand. He could grab himself. End the problem before it became truly annoying.

He slapped his rump instead. "Go to sleep, damn it. Leave me the fuck alone."

Nothing killed an erection faster than resentment. Mike sighed in relief. Without his cock getting in the way, he washed his legs in less than a minute.

He came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his midsection and an irresistible feeling of hunger growing within his belly. Really? An erection, and now this?

"I'm not gonna be late tomorrow so I can add few grams of fat on my butt. Screw you, food. And screw you too stomach for making me do this!"

With that said, Mike jumped into the bed and closed his eyes. Sleep would come any minute now. Aaaaany minute.

He told himself that, imagining boring pictures and scenarios, yet somehow worries always had a way of sneaking inside his mind. After an hour of shifting from one side to the other, Mike finally gave in to one of his primal urges. He bust open the fridge, slammed a slab of cheese and a piece of meat on the table, then got himself some hard bread to go with it.

He ate in silence. A serious cat like him needed no kids or loud people at his table. Things were different when he was around though.

"No," Mike took a bite from the bread. When his eyes veered towards the chair again, he blinked, focusing on the strips of ham. They tasted good enough, but nowhere as great as the ones made by his partner. Jack had a secret recipe. Honey mixed with mustard, with just an added touch of herbs to give the ham an exotic, exquisite taste.

"No. No!" Mike banged his fist on the table. "I need to eat. To sleep. Can't afford thinking about you right now!"

Could he? Was work more important than his partner? Was a piece of stupid ham better than the memories locked inside his head? Jack probably snarled in revulsion if he saw Mike right now. He would want to be remembered. Cherished. Not thrown away like a used wrapper.

"Fuck," Mike sniffled. "God...I...what am I doing?" he asked with a mellow voice as his eyes moistened, staring at the chair where his partner used to sit. "What am I doing? What am I doing what am I doing?"

Slowly, he reached towards the chair on the opposite side. "I should be after them, Jack. I promised I'll go after them, but they don't understand. Nobody understands. I'm all alone now. No friends, no pets, no mates...God..." the king cheetah's face fell into his palms as the soft sniffling turned into whimpers and cries filled with pain.

As much as he tried to bury the unfortunate past behind walls, these blasted memories always came back to haunt him through the smallest of cracks. Mike's mind shifted through the times spent with his partner, then stopped right to those dreadful moments right before his death.

Jack was laying on the bed, connected to machines, bleeding...yet even then he was strong. Mike grabbed the chair's back, holding tight, just as tight as Jack held onto him before his fingers went limp.

"No...Why? Why do I have to see this again?" Mike moaned. "Is this a curse? Am I meant to suffer until I find your killers, partner?" He grabbed the plate, then shattered it into the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?"

Silence fell over the kitchen. Mike drew his voice, wiped his nose, then stood up as if nothing happened.

"I need some air."

The police uniform fell over him without any hassle. With the gun fit in the holster and his badge in the back pocket, Mike strolled out into the cold night.

He ran until his lungs burned and battery acid pumped through his legs. Then he ran some more. When he finally stopped, Mike had no idea where he was. He heard the rumbling of a factory nearby. And it was so dark around. He could barely see anything aside from a couple of hobos warming over a fire.

One of them pointed at him. His mates, two ragged tigers, moved their hands back, as if grabbing something.

"Shit," Mike cursed and grabbed for his pistol. He moved behind a worn container, waiting for the thugs to disperse.

"Where he went bro?"

"I dunno man. Can't see jack in this darkness."

"Aren't cats supposed to see shit, man?"

"C'mon here. I'll show you. Just lemme bust that long head of yours, you fucking dog."

Goons. The lowest class of homeless. Mike fit his pistol back. These incompetent assholes probably didn't even know how to pee properly.

He slowly peeked over the corner. The trio returned to the burning barrel, talking crap about their mothers.

This was his chance to bolt. Mike readied himself. Then, something shuffled behind him. He turned his head around, seeing a huge cloth smash into his muzzle. Strong hands gripped him. He kicked, groaned, tried to scream, yet in the end, he only ended up moaning as he fell towards the ground, weaker than a twig.

He woke up to the rumbling of machines and the smell of sawdust.

"Yo!" someone called.

Mike blinked. He had trouble focusing his eyes properly. That cloth must have been impregnated with ridiculous amounts of chloroform to knock him out so quickly.

"Yo, Pete. The fucker's waking up!"

"Who the fuck is Pete?" Mike mumbled. He saw a fox. Or something with fiery fur. After he blinked a couple more times, the image cleared.

That was a fox. A skinny one by the looks of it.

"Who the fuck is Pete?" Mike repeated.

"Hawww!" a black wolf jumped at the fox's side with a long, annoying howl.

"He's Pete," the fox pointed with a finger.

Mike had a few seconds to seize that howling bastard up. Muscular. Strong from waist up, weak in the head, probably the kind who fell when he threw a punch.

"Pete. Sounds like petard. Only you need to replace the p with r."

The wolf just laughed. "Good one. That's a good one. He's got quite a mouth about him, eh?"

The fox agreed with a nod.

"We usually call cops like you black trash. But most of your face is already black, so we'll call you rusty trash. How does that sound, petard?"

Mike wanted to say a couple of things about that wolf's ugly muzzle before the fox drew him back.

"Come on dog, that's yellow."

"Wanna bet?" the wolf looked towards his fox companion.

"Ten bucks he bears the color of urine."

"You got it, skank. Ten bucks, right here."

The fox took out a measurement roll and placed it next to Mike's head. His amber eyes looked at him, then at the roller. Eyes, roller, eyes, roller, then a loud clasp of hands.

"Yeeeaaaah! Yellow, bitch! Now pay up. C'mon dog, pay up!"

"Grrah," his partner growled with fury. "I'll give you a blowjob, all the way to the knot."

"The only thing you'll blow is your pocket, dog. Pay up or I'm gonna bust your nuts off."

The vulpine was spindly youth with thin fur and barely any muscle on him, but with a temper to rival a teenager's. Even his voice was high pitched, better fit to a female than a male.

Still, he had the respect of his partner. After he paid his share, the wolf pointed back towards the captive cheetah.

"Enjoying yourself, piss stain? What you lookin' at?"

"I am, actually," Mike smiled even brighter, until the tips of his fangs poked from beneath his black lips. "I need to check gay porn channels to see couples cuter than you too."

"The fuck did you say?" The wolf's log of an arm rammed into the cheetah's gut full force.

"Ghloah!" Mike coughed. That bloody hurt. He didn't expect such a sudden strike, and his muscles paid the price.

"C'mon, say it again," the wolf's warm breath fell upon his face before a second cannon ball hit. "Didn't hear that, chief. Louder," he punched again, then again. "I said louder!

Mike coughed and grunted as he took hit after hit after hit, in the gut, in the pecs, even in the face. He was steel, unbent, unbroken.

After a couple of hits, even the wolf realized that.

"Back off, bro. Can't fuckin speak with your fist poundin' him like a bitch."

"He is a fucking bitch. Hard as a motherfucker though. Think I sprained my fucking fist," the big wolf shook his hand.

"You'll be fine," the fox said. "Go get Kelsier. We'll need him for the second part of the operation."

"Dude's still out of it. You want my dog to get high? Fucking cop smells like chloroform all the way up from those male boobs I smashed."

"That's why we'll hit the bottom. Go bring your dog. I'll keep our friend entertained."

Mike looked up to the approaching fox. He didn't look tough at all. One slap, and he would go down like a leaf.

"Raaah!" Mike strained himself against the bonds. His arms clattered, his claws slid along the stone, and he even used his best roar.

The fox barely moved an inch.

"That what you call intimidation?" he licked Mike's nose, forcing his snarl to become even fiercer.

"I'll show you proper intimidation if you take off these ropes. C'mon. Man to man."

The fox smiled as he took a step back. "Oh, there are a few things I'd do to you man to man, but getting beaten to a pulp isn't one of them."

Mike watched the bastard as he walked around him, with his hands tied behind his back and a stupid toothy grin on that stupid white muzzle of his. "You're definitely one who takes his job more seriously than others. Ridges along arms, steel around the jaws..." his hand pulled back only to be replaced by a warm, infuriating breath. "I wonder if what you pack in your pants will get equally hard when we'll unleash Kel upon you."

"Who the fuck is Kel?"

"Oh, you'll see," the fox came back around. "Kelsier has a tongue no male can resist. Not even I. And I'm decisively less gay than the stupid moron who punched you."

"Like I care who or what the fuck you are," Mike spat. "You better pray that once I'm out of these ropes there's enough goons to protect you from my wrath, because I'm gonna cut through every last one of them to get to your stupid grinning muzzle."

"Fierce. Stupid. Really predictable from a cop," the fox bent forward, befouling the air with his breath once more. He must've eaten cheese or something like that.

"But we need you, kitty. Or at least a part of you. Everything's gonna make sense when Kel swings by. We've got maybe a minute, or maybe five if that brute is feeling horny." The fox looked back, then clicked his tongue. "Oops, seems he isn't in the mood."

A bark disturbed the silence. On Mike's right, coming out of a small observation room was the black wolf. In his hand was a leash, and walking at his side an actual dog. A german shepherd by the looks of it, young, fit, quite catchy to the eye.

"Sit, Kel," the wolf commanded, and the dog immediately dropped on his haunches, his plump sheath stirring with every breath he took. "So how do we do this, you red head fucker?"

"Beast, cock," the fox pointed between the dog and Mike."Condom, cum."

Cum? What?

Mike's messy thoughts aligned when the fox fished a condom out of his trousers. Stains covered the insides of it. Even his partner noticed, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Dude, that's...holy fuck, this makes my day. Giving AIDS to a fucking cop is the best punishment ever! How comes I haven't thought of that?"

The fox scoffed. "Your mutt has AIDS, fucking fleabag. Just get your dog working on the target."

"A'ight, a'ight. Just gimme a moment to calm myself down. Ok, I'm calm," he said after a few seconds, then pointed a clawed finger right at Mike, his face dead serious. "Kel, start licking that motherfucker."

Mike couldn't do anything. He just watched as the dog shoved his nose into his obviously naked crotch, washing his tongue over his balls, his sheath, and around the sensitive tip of his male shelter.

"Nghhh...you think a dog is gonna break me?" Mike hissed defiantly. "He's a mindless beast! A stinky animal with no wits, same as you!"

"Break? No, my man, you misunderstood." A violent hand grabbed Mike's shoulder. "My dog is gonna bring you to your knees, got that? By the time he's done, you'll moan like the bitch you are, right here," his finger pushed through the sheath's hole, touching Mike right on the tip of his sensitive cock.

"Graaah! I'm gonna fuck you into the ground!"

The wolf just laughed in his face. He placed a heavy hand on the dog's neck, whispering in his ear. "Lick him like he's a prized venison. Tear into him. Ravage his cock. I want his seed out faster than I can cum."

The dog's efforts picked up. He no longer licked around, but focused his whole attention onto the opening. And by God's fair justice, he was a skilled one. He lapped with the tip of broad tongue, pushing the fleshy sheath back to taste the sensitive cock resting inside.

Mike closed his eyes. He couldn't extract pleasure from this perversion. The creature that licked him was a disgraceful mutt as stupid as the masters he followed.

Yet his cock cared not for such complicated rules. All it felt was the heat and moisture of a tongue. It didn't care if the creature was male, female, dog or cat. It just wanted to grow and spill its pressing burden into something warm, moist, and very, very stimulating.

"He's getting to it!" the fox clasped his hands excitedly. "Didn't expect a fucking cop to harden so quickly. Must be one of them fags for sure."

"Like that, boy. Like that. Lick him. Suck that fucking pussy. Make him cum all over your face!"

The dog whined obediently. His teeth gently pushed Mike's sheath back, laying the cheetah's cock bare before the licking onslaught that followed.

Mike's muscles tensed with lust as the dog's muzzle went down on him. The bloody mutt took his cock in all the way to the balls, licking and slurping like there was no tomorrow. Nowhere was safe. Barbs met flesh, balls met saliva, and slowly but surely, surges of pleasure rocked Mike's rock hard erection.

"Good boy, Kel. Good boy. Lick his cock. Suck his precum. Make him erupt harder than a volcano on steroids!"

"Fuck...youuuu!" Mike roared as his balls drew back with orgasmic might. He couldn't last. Fuck, he was too weak before the heated punishment inflicted by that dog's heavenly tongue. Kelsier was everywhere, strangling his cock like the lover he never had, filling his crotch with tingles of heat, ticking his balls with the inevitable urge to cum. Coupled with that, the lewd words barked by the wolf sent Mike's lust into overdrive. From the moment he heard the word seed, all he could do was thinking of how good filling this dog's muzzle would feel like.

He snarled at the wolf, intent of allowing anger to wash away his weakness, but instead Mike's eyes focused on the wet, dripping cock poking through the dog's fat sheath. His balls were plump, filled with seed. His cock ready and moistened and hot.

And Mike was so close to ejaculating. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his muscles tensed up, and an ominous shiver ran through his body before his rock hard member seized up. Though he hated to, Mike unleashed a loud, growly moan and pushed himself deep into the canine's maw.

His cock bloated with seed. Then, with a hard, messy spurt, Mike unleashed his seed, exploding into Kelsier's mouth like a raging volcano.

The dog licked and swallowed, trying desperately to cope with so much seed. Mike's first load subdued, then his cock seized up again, ready to unload a second shot.

The wolf pushed the dog's muzzle away, but in doing so he only allowed Mike to shot another rope straight into the canine's nose. The mutt winced, shaking his head, flinging seed all over the place.

"He's cumming! Put that shit around him!"

"I'm trying!" The fox said as he tried to fit the rubber around Mike's spasming erection. Jets of milky cum splattered over his auburn chest, belly, and even in his face when he tried to hold the angry member in place

"Greah! He came in my eyes! This shit fucking feels like sand!"

"Gimme that shit!" The wolf snatched the rubber and grabbed the angry cock inside a plump fist. "I'm gonna break you, you fucking-"

Mike groaned. With so much pressure around his member, he erupted just as hard as the first time, staining the wolf's chest white with his essence, then his pants, and finally his crotch as the brute failed to fit the rubber properly.

"Did you get it?" the fox sneaked in a glance.

"I'm fucking trying! He's going limp. C'mon, you bastard. Cum!"

Mike laughed, eyes tearing up from the lack of air. "What's so funny, you fucking punk? Want me to smash them? Want me to break your fucking balls?"

"Dude, we need them. Get your hands away from-"

He did. Instead of balls, his hardened fists found the cheetah's exposed gut. Mike took the hits like a fighter, never backing down, never relenting, laughing in the face of his enemy.

A cannon ball dug into his stomach, forcing him to slouch. "Gloooarrghhh!"

"Who's laughing now, punk?"

"Me," Mike chuckled despite the heavy pain spreading through his body. "My seed fits you. Maybe you should wear it more often."

He got a nuke straight in the temple. Mike's vision fizzled for a moment. He blinked quickly, seeing the fox's concerned eyes bearing into his. "Fuck man, you good?"

"He good. He good. Just dizzied him."

"Look at his eyes dog. You sent him into fucking space is what you did. We can't fucking milk him if his brain goes fritz."

"You can't," the fox was shoved away, and Mike was kicked back along with his chair. The wolf summoned a knife from his pocket, cut the rope that tied the cheetah to the chair, then walked away.

Mike could have seized this opportunity to free himself if he wasn't so freaking dizzy. Everything spun, making so little sense to his distressed mind. When something guided him onto his fours, he obeyed, standing there like an animal waiting for something to happen.

"The fuck are you doing?" the fox crouched near his partner.

"Express delivery," his midnight friend ruffled the dog's fur. "Get on him, Kel. Fuck him like he's never been fucked before."

"Really?" the fox scoffed, grabbing the dog by the scruff. "That's your big plan? Giving this gay piece of shit what he wants?"

"No, you moron. Getting your seed. Now get your fucking hand away from my dog," the wolf slapped the fox so hard he stumbled onto the ground. "This bitch's going to burst all over the place, and I wanna make sure we get the job done this time. Go on, punk. Get me his bowl. And you, Kel..." he rubbed the dog's head. "Lick that cop a lil' bit. Lube him up before the big event."

Mike saw the fox leave, but more importantly, he saw the dog approach his rear end. Short puffs of warm air fell upon his sensitive tailhole. The beast sniffed him for a couple of seconds, then put that broad, lubricated tongue to use. Mike's tail trembled from the moment his ass tasted warmth. He clenched his teeth, scratching at the ground to distract himself from the heavenly feeling of a tongue that wanted nothing more than to taste him.

"Yeah. That's what I'm talking about," the big black wolf crouched next to the cheetah. "Lips trembling like a moaning little bitch, claws out, weak knees...you're gon' be an easy one to break, you fucking fag."

"I barely feel a thing," Mike snarled. "This dog, what he does to me disgusts me almost as much as your fucking face."

"Then why are you tensing like that?"

Mike winced when the wolf slapped his flank.

"Why are you hard dude?"

Mike's tail whipped around, catching the wolf on the side of his muzzle, coaxing a whimper out of his throat.

"That how you playing?" he flexed his fingers. "Alright, yo. Alright. Kel, get on him. Thrust inside him. Rip his ass apart. Don't stop before your knot ravages his insides, or I'm gonna make sure I stretch your little tailhole to the size of a fucking planet!"

"Fuck you. Fuck youuu!" Mike groaned as the dog's front paws wrapped around his waist. Within seconds, he felt the animal's hot erection ramming around his butt, searching for his hole. It wasn't going to take long. Had maybe a couple of seconds before the dog found his mark.

He looked around for anything he could use. The fallen rope was just a few meters away from him, along with the chair. The wolf was also distracted by the show. He moved behind to watch his dog's jiggling balls and chuckle like an idiot. Yeah. He was the kind that bragged about early victories.

Mike wasn't going to give him one. He took a step towards the chair, a natural reaction considering how hard the dog rammed into him, then another. When he was within reach, he extended a hand towards the rope. Almost there. Almost...

"Raaaarrrrghhhh!" a resounding roar dwarfed the noise of the machines, the dog's restless panting, his master's stupid chuckling.

"That's it, boy. That's it. Thrust. Knot the fuck out of him!"

"Fuuuuck!" Mike's limbs trembled with weakness. He placed his hand down to steady himself, eyes moistening from the heated surge that rushed through his tailhole. In a single thrust, the dog buried his entire cock inside, all the way to the knot.

"Scream for me, bitch! Scream!"

Mike bared his fangs as the wolf grabbed his head by the scruff, his menacing canines inches away from his own.

"Where's your toughness now, cop? Did you train for this? Learned how to take a dog at the academy? Your face is all wrong, dog. Your face is all wrong. My dog's gonna grow in you. He's gonna cum, and when he starts emptying his balls inside you, your face is gonna resemble a lone little bitch that hasn't been fucked in months. You're gonna beg for it, skank. You're gonna scream and moan for my dog's seed, and he's gonna give it to you, cause he's a good boy, and you're a fucking little fag that likes being stuffed from behind."

Mike chuckled. He looked at the wolf's scrunching muzzle, and still chuckled, knowing full well we could get beaten to a pulp. "I still...still don't feel anything. You need a bigger dog, fucker."

The wolf recoiled from the spit landing onto his muzzle. He slapped Mike into the ground, then went over to his dog.

"Faster, Kel. Fuck him faster. I want this fucking bitch to moan like the submissive wretch that he is."

The dog whined desperately, and in the next moment, a surge of warmth invaded Mike's tunnel. He tried to block it, to block the pleasure he felt from being filled so roughly, yet he could hardly deny how good the dog fit inside his tailhole. Mike turned his head around to see the big wolf working something around the dog's tail. No. Inside.

He was fingering his own dog.

The results were immediate. With hard, throbbing spurts, the dog grew, launching fresh spurts of cum every time a fresh wave of blood bloated his growing cock.

Mike closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the heat growing inside him. The cum shot so deep, so hard through his muscles, yet that wasn't what broke him.

That spot was reserved for the knot, a hard bulge that applied increasing pressure upon his muscles with each throb. The more the dog grew, the weaker Mike's limbs became.

"Nghhhh," he spat on the ground as his eyes moistened from the waves of pleasure coursing through him. A dripping sound came from nearby. He looked under his belly to see the barbed tip of his cock leaking slimy precum into the metallic bowl, one throb at a time.

The wolf swiped a finger around Mike's tip, making his barbs flare menacingly.

"Oh, you're done goofing now. Precum, sticky and clean. You might've shown me your fierce side, but that's not the real you. Nuh-uh," the wolf shook his head, then pointed a finger at Mike's scrunched face. "This is the real you. Snarly, trembling bitch that caves in as soon as something goes up your bum. How do you like my dog, bitch?" he pushed Mike's chin up to look into his eyes. "How do you like my big, hard dog cumming inside your fucking ass?"

Mike wanted to bite his head off, ravage him with his claws, punch his ugly muzzle in.

But he also wanted to cum. The dog almost grew to completion. He was cumming so hard right now. Jet after jet after jet, all lubricating the flesh squeezing around his rock hard cock. Mike squeezed harder around him, each spasm slower than the other. His cock grew with every throb, leaking from its tip, until the pressure welling within the cheetah's crotch became unbearable.

"C'mon, big dude. I know you're close. Cum the fuck on. Cum from that tiny cock. I know you want to empty your balls more than anything right now. My dog's cumming inside you. Wanna beat him? Wanna cum harder than he does?"

He wanted that. Oh God, he wanted to cum so bad. His prostate was burning. His balls were burning. His whole tailhole was filled to the brim with the dog's heated essence.

Mike's features suddenly mellowed. He squeezed his eyes shut, allowing tears to dribble down his cheeks as his lips pulled up. So close. God, he was so close.

Kelsier throbbed again.

"Grrraaaaaahhhh!" Mike buried his head into the ground, unleashing a torrent of white, sticky seed. The bowl clattered with the might of his ejaculation, and the wolf immediately held it in place, laughing and barking.

"Your face, bitch. You should see your fucking face!"

Mike slammed his head into the ground, moaning and yowling helplessly as waves of intense pleasure pounded the seed right out of his ballsack. He came long and hard, each spurt making sizable splashes into the growing contents of the bowl.

"More, bitch. More!"

The dog yelped, his cock rocking inside Mike's insides, rubbing his prostate in so many delightful ways. He still came hard, pushing his own heated semen inside the embrace of the cheetah's trembling tunnel, stimulating him to no end.

Mike thought he approached his end. That he gave all he got. Yet his cock still throbbed with restless fury, milked by the shattering spasms surging through his pleasure hole. His seed filled almost a quarter of the bowl.

The wolf nodded, still smiling, still chuckling. You still got more in you. C'mon, bitch. Gimme all you got. Gimme aaall you have."

"Aaaarrgghhh!" an orgasmic cry left the cheetah's maw when warm, squeezing fingers embraced his sensitive erection. They rubbed up and down along his shaft, insisting on the balls and the barbs flanking the head.

The wolf was milking him like a cow, rubbing him with his own seed, and Mike, weakened by the immense pleasure, gave him exactly what he wanted: short streams of gooey seed that added up in the sticky mess of the bowl.

"A'ight, should be enough. Gonna take this to my fox. Have fun with him, Kel. He ain't gonna walk straight after you're done."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief after the wolf left him alone. He still came, one drop at a time, thanks to Kelsier's rock hard knot. The pressure kept him in a constant state of arousal, never allowing his muscles any time to rest.

"God...when is it gonna end?" The cheetah blinked tears of pleasure from his eyes. "You're still going strong. How much do you have in you?"

Kelsier licked the back of his neck, his slobbery tongue extra wet from the hefty breaths he took.

Mike stared at the small puddle forming under his cock. Wasted seed for useless reasons. Was that his future too? To be prisoner for these goons?

Mike gritted his teeth. They both put their cards on their dog. What if he took their secret weapon away from them?

With all the strength he could muster, Mike tightened his muscles around the dog. His anal ring squelched, wet from the seed that managed to sneak through, and Kelsier whined, licking quicker around his ears.

"You're good, boy. You're good. But I'm gonna need you out of me, alright?"

He squeezed a second time, forcing a hard spurt from the whining dog. He liked it. Whined for it. So he milked his cock on and on, slowly sucking the dog's vitality into the depths of his tunnel until Kelsier plopped free with a short yelp. He immediately started licking the mess he made, sliding his broad tongue around the cheetah's balls, then around his tailhole, whining with lust and need.

"Shhh!" Mike hissed. "We're free. We're-"

Xelsier's warm tongue filled his mouth. Mike closed his eyes, allowing himself to be licked a few times. He knew Kelsier enjoyed this mating, and that he was grateful for having the chance to spill his seed, so he too kissed the dog a few times around the muzzle, then on his nose.

"Thank you," Mike said softly, crawled under the dog, then gave his wet sheath a good suckle, poking his tongue inside the sheath to kiss the snuggly cock, sampling the delicious seed that even now dribbled from his overflowing tailhole.

With that done, Mike ordered the dog to chew through the ropes binding his limbs. Miraculously, he listened, and his sharp teeth made short work of the ropes.

"Thanks again, Kel. You've been...helpful. I hope we meet again. Wanna give me a goodbye kiss?"

He got three of them right where they counted. With his heart racing in his chest, Mike sneaked along a wall, eyes fixed on the overseer's cabin. He used the noise of the engines to move close enough, then waited for the goons to come out. The fox crouched somewhere behind a table, but the wolf opened the door, eyes fixed ahead.

Coming for me, eh? I'll come to you, bitch!

Mike waited. When the wolf passed him, he sprang from his hiding place with all the weight and force he could focus in the punch that sailed through the air. The wolf's fur wavered like a wave at the contact, and his whole body bent, sending him down in an instant.

"Pete?" a girly voice came from the cabin. "Pete, are you jerking off again?"

Mike slowly crawled under the window, away from the fox's eyes.

"Whatever. We'll need a bit more seed from our donor. Wanna make sure the beast is properly impregnated, so get me some."

Mike rounded the door, then peeked inside, seeing a table filled with tools, and on the opposite side cages. Inside were two felines. The white one was well and awake, while the black was on her back, her gender spread open by the tube inserted inside it. The fox was pouring something white in it.

It took only a whiff for Mike to know what that was.

He broke into the room, scaring the fox senseless.

"What-what the fuck? What the hell happened?"

Mike kicked his bitch-ass face into the metal bars. The fox screamed, then went to sleep, all in the span of a second.

"Told you I'm coming after you."

With the goons down, Mike took the tube out of the female and upturned the metal bowl, sending his seed splashing along the ground.

"The hell are you trying to do here anyway?"

He looked around the room for a key. There were papers on the table. Utensils needed for breeding purposes. He opened a drawer to find a ledger. Mike shifted through the pages to find photos of exotic animals along with instructions on how to breed and ship the specimens out of the country. These goons were selling cats on the black market.

"Feral traffic. Proud felines to be used as pets and whores. Turns my fucking stomach."

He searched for a key, and found a pair inside the fox's trousers. Mike went to the cheetah first, a snowy specimen with amethyst eyes and the markings of a king cheetah, just like him.

"Hey, you good? Can you follow me around if I tell you?"

The cat nodded. He was intelligent, just as Mike expected.

"Alright," he opened the lock. "You're free, buddy, but you need to stay close to me while we make our escape. Only I..."

The cheetah pushed his head into Mike's crotch, then swiped his tongue along a sheath soaked in seed. He immediately pulled his lips up to enjoy the scent. Mike patted his head. Ferals always remained ferals, intelligent or not.

After he unlocked the female's cage, he hoisted her over his shoulder and made his way towards the exit. Though he felt naked in more ways than one, Mike couldn't afford to get his outfit back. The goons were bound to wake up at any moment, and who was to say there weren't others in the factory?

He kept his eyes alert and his ears out for any sign of danger. Kelsier the german shepherd retreated into a corner, scared by the white cheetah that hissed at him.

"He's a friend, cat. Don't maul him."

He was just about to continue before something sharp buried through his flesh. Mike groaned, fell onto his knees, grabbing the knife lodged in his calf.

"I'm gonna kill you, punk!" the black wolf growled out, fists ready for combat.

"Then why the fuck did you give me a weapon?"

He froze. Mike did too, only for a moment. He yanked the knife out of his flesh, then threw it, taking the wolf right in the shoulder.

"Yawwrrrr!" he fell like a boulder, moaning and whining.

"Stay down, pup!"

"I'm gonna break your balls. I'm gonna rape your ass. I'm gonna-"

"Not today," Mike patted the cheetah's butt. "Let's go. We'll let my mates deal with this lot."

He had to find a telephone booth in the middle of the night to make that happen. Mike let the white cheetah to guard the panthress while he made the call. He told his police mates everything. The location of the factory, the looks of the goons, and the operations involved. In ten minutes, five cars would be here, each packed with four officers.

With that affair settled, Mike took the cats at his place. For the first time in weeks, he was grateful to leave the door unlocked.

"C'mon in."

The cheetah went straight to the kitchen.

"Hungry, eh? I'll fix you something up in a minute."

He first laid the panthress on the bed, then inspected her for wounds.

"You've got such smooth, silky fur..." Mike kissed her muzzle. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

The white male received a sizable piece of meat to keep him busy while Mike showered.

He sighed in contentment when the hot water fell upon his body. After so much time spent on his knees, then out in the cold, water felt like seed, warm and nurturing.

"Kelsier..."

The mere thought of the quadruped stirred Mike's sheath. He went out of the shower before he got hard though. After all, he came more times with Kelsier inside him than he did in weeks.

He was happy to see that the cheetah finished his meal meanwhile. He came to him, all happy and satisfied, brushing between his legs. Mike ran a hand along the animal's back, going as far as his tail, then prodding his balls a little.

The cheetah didn't mind that. He pushed his head further into Mike's crotch, purring softly, sniffing the wet sheath of his anthro cousin.

Mike crouched to give him a good ruffle around the head. "You're a pervy kitty, do you know that? C'mon. Let's catch some sleep."

It was a long, tiresome night, yet even in his home, with two felines around him, Mike felt restless. In more than a way, he wanted to place the shackles around the goons. Tie the job up completely.

Or he could just interrogate them in the morning. That seemed a solid outcome.

He closed his eyes. Kelsier was there for a few seconds before the tide of thoughts shifted towards a more sensitive topic.

Mike shook his head. "No, no. Not that."

But he did. He couldn't just block his partner out on a whim.

The cheetah rolled out of the bed. He went into the kitchen, spending some time alone with a glass of water and a piece of bread on the table until the pitter patter of claws distracted him.

"Jack?"

No. Just a white, feral cheetah.

"Oh, it's you," Mike sighed. "Need something? Some massage, maybe more meat?"

The white cat pushed his head into his hand, demanding rubs.

"Massage it is, then."

Mike slowly went around his head, thinking, pondering. "You know, you kind of remind me of him. He was like you. Affectionate, lively, somewhat horny."

Mike laughed. "Who am I kidding? He was a freaking beast, always tenting his pants around me. That's one of the reasons I loved him. The others are varied. For example, he was a great cook. Always surprised me with a new meal when the days turned shitty."

He paused for a moment to stare into the feral's amethyst eyes. "You've got beautiful eyes, kitty. So warm. So...unique..." his hand trailed under the animal's chin. "Jack was just an ordinary cheetah, but he was mine. I loved him. Heh," a chuckle escaped through his tightening throat. "Bastard always got ahead of me. There wasn't a week when he didn't gift me something. I got cards, movies, even drawings. He was a crappy painter, but he tried, because he loved me..."

The words slowly trailed off. Mike's chest felt too heavy with emotion to speak any further. He placed his forehead against the feral's, then whimpered, soft and silently to the warm licks of his feral companion.

"Thank you..." Mike pulled his head back. "You're a really good kitty, know that?"

Mike got another lick before the cheetah fixed his eyes on his crotch.

"C'mon," he spread his legs. "I've seen you staring more than a couple of times. Do what you gotta do."

He was apprehensive. Or maybe shy. Mike couldn't say which.

"Oh, that kind of guy. II know what you need, kitty," he slid out from his chair and got his head right under the cheetah's white furred balls. "I know exactly what you need."

The feral trembled when his sheath tasted the warmth of tongue for the first time. Mike licked him slowly and passionately, allowing only the soft tip of his tongue to touch the sensitive opening. He knew his feral cousin liked that. Movement stirred inside. After only a second lick, the tip of his cock broke through, and Mike folded his tongue around it, adding more pressure upon the fuzzy sack.

His cat mrowled and growled, hips pushing down with the instinct to thrust. Mike kept his tongue just where it was, feeling the cheetah grow and harden within his embrace. When his cock acquired full strength, he allowed it deeper into his maw by swallowing the cheetah's gender, balls included.

It tasted smooth and musky, two virile tastes that made Mike harden with desire. His cheeks puffed, bringing warm air around the sensitive cock, then deflated, unleashing a tide of warm saliva that worked in tandem with the tongue.

A sharp cry broke through the cat's maw. His claws scratched the ground. Mike barely had time to steady his limbs before a sharp spurt filled his mouth with hot, sticky semen.

After only a few seconds of oral stimulation, the feral freaking came, and he spurted like a raging waterfall. Mike rolled his tongue around the throbbing cock, stimulating the flaring barbs, suckling on the cheetah's balls like here was no tomorrow. He throbbed so hard, so fast. Each jet splashed hard against his tongue, filling his mouth with savory semen. Mike swallowed, gulp after gulp, trying to resist the urge to lick his soaked lips. Snakes of seed traveled down his chin. The cheetah had a lot in him, a product of his lonely days spent in a cage.

"Mrrrghhhmmm..." Mike moaned delightfully. Gulp after gulp, he fed on the feral's essence, licking his cock dry and sucking on his balls until the stream slowly stopped.

"Grraah!" he pulled back with a satisfied slurp. "That was the tastiest meal I had in a while. Didn't know ferals are so...sticky..." Mike licked the insides of his mouth to clean the fragments of coagulated seed between his teeth. "You must've been abstaining for months to cum so hard. Still tasty though."

The cat turned around. "I suppose you're gonna kiss me as well?"

That was exactly what he did. After a long licking session, Mike retreated back into the bedroom with a full grown erection that made it even harder to sleep. For an hour or so he shifted uncomfortably from one side to the other until the panther woke up. She was a bit confused. Mike carefully took her to the kitchen to let his other cat sleep. He meant to feed her, though her hunger seemed to be directed at another type of meat.

Mike shivered when her tongue licked the underside of his cock. It wrapped slowly around it, embracing him from all sides before descending towards his balls. She wanted him. That much was certain. Mike didn't know how much until the cat turned around, lifted her tail, and pushed her wet pussy towards his cock.

"Oh god...you're in heat, aren't you?" he took a look at her quivering passage, finding her wet and needy. "That's why those fucking goons put my seed inside you. You're...fuck, you're probably already carrying a future litter inside your belly. Fuck!"

The feline purred, still staring at him with the same needy eyes. No male could deny his urges, not even one as strong as Mike, for when her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, he could think of only one thought: to impregnate a fertile female.

Mike rolled the feline on her belly, then descended upon her, kissing her muzzle, licking her ears, treating her with all the love he had inside him until his cock sunk through her warm, lubricated passage.

"Grrrrhhhh..." he snarled passionately as his shaft stretched her tender meat. "You're tight...oooh, so tight!"

She licked it though, every motion, every throb adding fire to the hearty purr rumbling in her throat. The panthress latched her impressive canines around his neck once she was fully stuffed, moaning and growling in his ear, then licking Mike with wild passion.

The cheetah grabbed around her neck, sinking his fingers into her fur before he picked his pace up. God, how good a female felt around his cock. She was wetter than any other male, and extremely insistent. Every scrape of barbs, every thrust urged her muscles to clamp around his cock, burying Mike under layers of lubricated flesh.

"I'm gonna cum..." Mike whispered as he thrust and pulled, his balls slapping against the feline's clenching tailhole. She squelched like there was no tomorrow, begging for his seed to break through.

"Nrrrhhh, I'm gonna cum. Here we go. Here we gooooo!" Mike howled. He pushed himself balls deep, then erupted inside the tightening walls with an animalistic howl.

The panthress's paws grabbed around him, scratching through his fur with her sharp claws as her own orgasm rolled forth. Waves of slimy juices bathed Mike's throbbing cock. Spurt after spurt, he unloaded his essence inside her, and the female took it all into the depth of her womb.

Mike started thrusting quickly, while he came, stimulating her like there was no tomorrow. The barbs forced the female to constrict, while the sticky seed removed the threat of harm. It felt heavenly to cum and slide at the same time, and Mike pumped all he had while giving his feral mate a second, powerful orgasm.

He went straight to bed after that, tired and spent from so many ejaculations. The panthress jumped right after him. She wanted to cuddle, yet the white cheetah caught the smell of sex. He seduced the panthress with licks, then slowly went around her, sneaking his nose under her tail.

The sound of wet licks filled the air. Mike felt rather aroused. He never saw ferals mating before, especially not right next to him. That horny cheetah ate the seed with gusto, then, when his erection dripped with precum, he mounted the female, burying himself balls deep and cumming from the very first thrust.

He snarled, hissed, then growled, expressing his raw pleasure through bites and licks while his balls pumped their essence under the female's shivering tail. She enjoyed it; every spurt of it, holding the cheetah inside long after he spent the last drops of his essence.

"Beautiful," Mike whispered. "You deserve each other, my lovely kitties."

They both looked at him. Mike raised an eyebrow, then laughed as both of them jumped, burying him under warm, silky fur.

Trapped in a pile of paws, tongues, and affection, the cheetah closed his eyes. Sleep came easy this time. The combined purrs of his beloved felines filled the air, and their warmth comforted him more than any blanket. Mike's consciousness slowly drifted into the realm of dreams, away from any worries or threats.

***THE END***

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