"Right this way sir, your spa room is this way," says a small rabbit orderly, bowing the much taller, masculine male into a small dimly lit spa room with a massage bed, small tables covered in soothing oils and candles, all lit to give the room a soft warmth and scent. "Your attendant will be in shortly." he says with another bow, closing the door behind him, leaving the big squirrel alone and very nervous. He looked familiar....must be my imagination.
He sits down on the bed, looking around timidly, his bushy, khaki colored tail twitching in a display of nerves. "Can’t believe I earned this, never gotten an all expense paid spa trip... hell, never even been to a spa. Wonder what it'll be like..." he says to himself. 
William looks around the small room, at the dim, warm lighting giving it a calm feeling. With the candles and incense cones lit, the room smells heavily of sandalwood. the walls were a dark brown stucco, sponged with a light peanut-butter  as accent, which combined with baskets of faux ivy and small wall sconces gave the room a piece-of-Italy feeling. 
At a knock on the door, William practically jumps out of his skin, falling off the bed completely when the door opens to reveal an absolutely massive gray furred wolf, his heavily muscled body practically ripping out of his clothes, not to mention an absolutely massive bulge in the front of his pants.  "Hello there, I’m your masseuse Andrew, sir. please, have a seat on the bed so we may begin." the wolf smiles warmly as he steps into the room, hunching over to enter the door, his massive frame towering over the much smaller squirrel. 
"Y....yes, ok." William says, sitting back up on the table embarrassedly, his tail twitching even more furiously than before. the wolf stands easily twelve feet tall, light gray fur on his face arms and legs, his chin and neck are covered in a light gray, almost white which goes down into his shirt, presumably all the way down.
"Very good, sir, now if I may," Andrew says with a smile, kneeling before William and gently working his shoes off and setting them down on the floor. "Won’t need these!" he says with a chuckle and a glint in his eye. "Now if you would lie down so I can start your massage, sir." he says, standing up and gently pushing William down onto his back and setting his socked feet up onto the bed.
"O...ok, sorry I’ve....never gotten a spa treatment before..." William says nervously, his tail still twitching furiously.
"Don’t worry, you'll enjoy this then! Just close your eyes and enjoy yourself," says the huge wolf, moving around to the head of the bed, looking down at William with a warm smile. "Just relax, that’s what this is all for." 
When William closes his eyes, the big wolf places his hands on his chest, gently pressing his fingers into the tense muscles. "Oh you are tense! it would be better if your clothes were off, would make it easier to work the stress out of your muscles." he says, gripping the slowly unbuttoning the buttons of william's shirt and pulling outwards, revealing the dark khaki colored fur beneath. "I read your profile, a homicide detective. No wonder you're so tense! High stress jobs always the most interesting stories to listen to. Whenever I give a massage, I always want to hear their stories, its good distraction for both of us and it’s a good form of mental relief as well."
"I...I’m not allowed to tell you about ongoing investigations...but I can tell you about closed ones... at least." William says, face a deep red as his shirt slides over his chest, pulling his arms free and raising up to allow Andrew to pull the shirt away. 
"Oh that’s fine, I’ve had clients who've been under stricter orders to secrecy than that, don't worry. I just enjoy hearing stories all the same, no matter how inane or important." Andrew says, massaging at William’s muscular chest, kneading in small circles, soothing the tense muscles beneath the soft khaki fur. 
"Mmmm, but that does feel good... guess I needed this more than I’d figured. The last few weeks have been a great deal of trouble, too many cases and not enough time or manpower. Luckily I’ve gotten through most of my own with ease, but there's still one that’s bugging me. people keep disappearing, and no one knows where or why or who is doing it." he sighs and squirms a bit, eyes still closed as Andrew works his way down his sides to his abs, massaging into the tense muscles, making him giggle softly. "Spent the last two weeks trying to find connections between the cases, but none are appearing." 
"You’ve checked their last known whereabouts, right? Perhaps there's some connection that you missed?" Andrew asks, massaging his way down William’s right arm, squeezing and massaging the tense biceps and quadriceps. When he reaches William’s tough calloused hand, he presses his thumbs into his palm, massaging in small circles. 
"Mmmmm that’s nice, that hand gets so sore from writing reports all day! And I’ve tried, but all of the victims are loners, don't really have anyone pay attention to their whereabouts. Each of them ends up being a dead-end." 
"Yea, I figured, this hand's very tense, and very rough. You should get some lotion, that'll help relax it after a hard day. I have some if you'd like, free of charge."
"That’d be nice," William sighs, his tail now hanging limply over the edge of the bed. "I haven't had the chance to take as good care of myself as I’d have liked in recent months..." 
"Oh? How do you mean?" Andrew asks, legitimately curious.
"Well....aside from the lotion....libido has taken a back burner, haven't had any...fun since last year. But that’s not exactly something you can really help with..."
"Says who! my job is to act as a masseuse, how and what I massage is my choice!" he grins and moves down to William’s midsection, unbuttoning william’s pants and reaching pulling them downwards and off, revealing a pair of heart print boxer shorts, with a hefty bulge in the front already. 
"For someone who acts so shy, you certainly look like you're enjoying the attentions aren't you!" Andrew smiles, rubbing the bulging boxers with a big hand, leaning down and nuzzling at the fabric, lightly sniffing at the muscular squirrel's crotch, savoring his scent. 
"S...sorry....I came right here after work...didn't get a shower..."
"Oh hun I don't mind! I think you smell delicious!" Andrew says, taking another deep sniff of William’s crotch scent before slipping off his boxers, lifting his legs up to expose his tail hole as well.  "Oh so many places!" Andrew says, his big tail swishing audibly behind him as he pushes his nose between William’s muscular cheeks, his tongue darting out and lapping furiously at his tail hole while sampling heavily William’s masculine scent. 
"Oh!" William exclaims, his body squirming and twitching at the pleasureful sensations of Andrew’s velvety soft tongue working over his long unused tail hole. "I haven't been rimmed in a long time!  God I missed it!" 
Andrew pulls away, licking his muzzle with a grin. "who was your last?" 
"A.....a fellow cop. he got transferred not long afterwards, haven't had anyone since..." 
"He? Well glad to be your first in a while! Don’t worry; I’ll make sure you enjoy it." Andrew smirks, diving his tongue back between William’s crack, pressing it against his tight musky hole, slowly spreading it open, slathering it thickly with drool as he works his tongue deeper inside. 
"Mmmm! deeper! That feels so good!" the squirrel moans, his socked toes clench in pleasure, his shaft rock hard and throbbing needily. 
Andrew smiles and complies, reaching up to grip the squirrel's drippy shaft, slowly massaging it, smearing it with his fluids, more quickly takings its place.
"I think that’s enough down there!" Andrew says withdrawing his tongue from William’s hole, instead pushing in a finger, the digit slipping easily inside of William’s lubed up hole, causing spasms of pleasure to rush through the smaller male. "Oh, you like that eh?" he wiggles the finger teasingly, causing even more of a reaction from the helpless squirrel.
"P...please! Deeper!" he pleads, spreading his legs wider to give the bigger male better access to his entrance. 
"As you wish!" Andrew says, withdrawing his thick finger, pushing in a second, massaging around the inside of William’s hole. With the second finger, William begins practically spurting pre from his tip, spasming and arching hard in pleasure. 
Andrew bends forward and suddenly engulfs William’s shaft in his muzzle, pushing a third finger inside and massaging hard against the poor squirrel's throbbing prostate, immediately sending him over the edge, yelling out and flooding Andrew’s muzzle with a several month withheld load. As he unloads, he bucks and pushes backwards against Andrew’s thick fingers, causing even more pleasure to rush through him. 
it takes a long while for William’s orgasm to subside, and when it does, Andrew pulls off and out of the spent squirrel, swallowing a very large muzzleful with a murr of contentment and a sigh of pleasure. "Definitely very delicious!" 
William lays there panting, sweating, and totally spent and unable to move or speak.
"Hm, now it’s your turn to return the favor!" Andrew smirks down at the small spent squirrel, standing up and unzipping his pants, his monstrous shaft flopping free, easily two feet long soft, covered in a thick bunch of foreskin with watermelon sized balls to match.
"W...what do...what do you mean?" William asks, between pants. 
"Exactly what I said, you're going to give me the same pleasure I gave you! willing or not, that’s not really up to you anymore." he grins down, massaging his massive shaft, to hardness, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a leaky pink tip, the head thick and throbbing, the slit wide and gaping like an open maw. "Be sure to struggle, that always feels the best." he says, pushing his hips forward so his tip is resting on the edge of the table, leaking heavily on the soft leather, easily four feet long now and as wide as the helpless squirrel.
he reaches down and grips both of William’s socked feet, sandwiching them around the squirrel's big bushy tail, bringing them up to his muzzle to take a deep sniff before aligning them with his gaping slit, moving his hips forward, the two feet easily slipping inside of his pre soaked shaft, the fluids easily lubing up the small helpless squirrel as he slips inside. It doesn't take long before the squirrel is knee deep in Andrew’s monster sized cock.
"Oh yes it’s been a while since I’ve had someone inside! Must have been, oh I’d say three weeks! Rather a convenient date, the last one I got to enjoy was a young rabbit. Unless I’m very much mistaken, that was the last one to disappear in that case you're investigating. told you you should have looked at where they'd been, or at least checked their mail for god’s sake!" the gears in William’s head were almost audibly turning, and when the light bulb clicks, Andrew moans at the sudden squirming and thrashing about. 
"IT’S BEEN YOU! You’re the one who’s been causing the disappearances! And now you' got me here to make sure no one ever finds out!" he yells, face red with anger.
"Mmmmm bingo, but not for the reasons you think, but you'll find out eventually don't you worry. till then, keep that up, I’m loving this!" he moans, climbing up, straddling the table and letting his internal cock muscles do the work, aided heavily by excessive amounts of pre flowing onto the smooth leather table. 
"Let me go! you're a monster!" he struggles, trying to find a grip on the table, now over half way buried into the giant wolf's cock. "Please let me go! I don't want this!"
"oh calm down, you'll enjoy this soon enough." as he speaks, he lets out a moan as the smaller male's feet enter one of his massive testicles. "Ah, there it is!"
"What...what's happening?" William asks, his face going an even deeper red than before. As his feet enter the cavernous expanse of the massive wolf's testicle, a hot gooey wetness followed immediately by an intense tingling sensation that creeps steadily up his ankle the deeper he slips in.
"Don’t fight it; just enjoy the feelings, my little meal." Andrew grins down at the helpless male, now buried up to his armpits in the monstrous undulating member, pre flowing like water around him, soaking his khaki fur a dark brown.  
"wh...What am I f...feeling?" he moans despite his fear, the tingling sensation spreading, leaving only a pleasure laden heat and complete immobility and relaxation. 
"Well you should be feeling nothing but pleasure right now. and trust me, it'll only get better from there, for both of us!" he grins, his testicles beginning to churn and rumble audibly, his shaft working the squirrel deeper, forcing his arms above his head as he gets swallowed deeper and deeper, the bulge his body makes in Andrew’s shaft quite visible. 
"Ohhhhh..." William moans as his head gets swallowed up by the bigger male's shaft, his last view was of Andrew waving back at him before pre soaked wetness envelopes him, surrounding him in hot musky darkness, the salty fluids filling his open muzzle. 
It doesn't take long for the little squirrel to get completely inside of the bigger male's balls, his body clearly defined against the tight cum sac. "ah, that feels nice!" the churning quickly gets much louder, the clearly defined bulge steadily becoming softer, less clear through the large wolf's furry sac until he completely vanishes, leaving only one much larger testicle, easily the size of a large beach ball.
"Mmmmm, I do love the big ones, they make me feel so full!" Andrew sighs and stands up and stretches, his shaft slowly shrinking back to the normal two foot length. "so glad I don't have to clean this up..."he looks at the pre and sweat soaked table, the musky odor of sex sweat and masculine fluids heavy in the air, overpowering even the strong smell of sandalwood from the candles.
A soft knock at the door is heard. "Ah yes, time for my next appointment. Don’t really feel like toying with his one, I do so hate being off balanced." he grins down at his one massive testicle, using a foot to rub at it lightly with a murr.
As he waddles out, of the room, he takes a left down the hall towards another room, quickly changing into a loose fitting robe of deep midnight that masks the monstrous bulge completely, tying a length of velvet rope around his waist to keep it in place
He leaves and enters a second room, very similar to the first only instead of a brown color scheme; this one is more oceans themed. A much younger squirrel is sitting on the table, his tail twitching nervously just as the other’s had been with similar coloring under a pristine white button up, with tie, slacks and dress shoes. 
"Ah, you must be Fernald, my three o'clock," Andrew says with a smile, startling the little squirrel. 
“Y....yes, my church sent me here...as a treat for being such a good evangelist...” he squeaks in fright as he catches sight of the monolithic wolf, smoothing his hair down nervously. Despite him and his profoundly religious beliefs, Fernald can’t help but wonder at what’s beneath that robe.
“Ah, maybe later you can teach me a bit?” he smiles, grinning down at the little squirrel, taking him in like a predator eyeing his next meal, which in a sense, he was. “But first, could you strip? I find it easier to give a full body massage if I have access to the whole body,” he smiles and pats the massage bed. 
“A....are you sure? I mean... we’re...I mean...we’re both men... is that ok?” Fernald asks nervously, looking around, his face a deep dark crimson beneath his fur.
“Of course! I do naked massages all the time! Male or female! If you’d like, I’ll get naked with you so you don’t feel so nervous.” He smiles well naturedly, his tail swishing beneath his robe at how easy this is becoming. 
“w....well if you’re sure its...ok...” he stammers, fidgeting restlessly before kicking off his shoes to reveal black dress socks with red at the toe and heels, the knee highs bunched up around his ankles, one slightly higher than the other. 
“No need to be nervous now!” Andrew smiles, kneeling down, suppressing a murr and a shiver as his big ball contact the cool tile. He lifts one of Fernald’s feet up and nuzzles at it lightly, massaging his arch through the fabric, eliciting a murr from the rodent. Once he’d finished massaging Fernald’s foot, he pulls the long dress sock off and nuzzles his arch once more, sniffing sneakily at the young squirrel’s scent. Mmmm, he does smell good enough to eat! 
“O...ok...” he blushes, if possible, even deeper at the wolf’s treatment, his toes curling lightly over the wolf’s nose. He unbuttons his pants and squirms a bit, working them down and off, leaving only tighty whities on.
“Ah ah ah, got to be completely naked!”  Andrew smiles, murring softly at the sight of the adorable squirrel’s undies.
“But.....but what about you? You said....” he blushes and looks down past the wolf, self consciously.
“I did didn’t I...” Andrew smiles and straightens up, untying the cord from his waist and dropping his robe in a pile behind him, baring all of his massiveness for the already terrified squirrel to gape at.
“W...why is it big like that?” he gasps as he stares at the wolf, or more precisely his package. 
“Oh, no reason worth mentioning, good genes I guess!” he smiles at the squirrel.
Despite himself, Fernald feels his small erection tenting his tighty whities, his ears flattening against his head as he fights against it, his religious beliefs warring with his bodily impulses.
Seeing the look on the squirrel’s face, Andrew asks tenderly, “what’s wrong?”
“I....shouldn’t like this...its wrong! I shouldn’t find you....attractive...” he stutters, his voice breaking at the end.
“Aaww,” Andrew sits on the table beside the squirrel, gently draping a heavily muscled arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer against his side. “You shouldn’t have to be worried about what your god thinks of you. God should be happy with who you are as a person, not who you love. If you’re a good person, that should be enough for Him. And you seem like a good person, Fernald.” Andrew smiles and gently nuzzles the little squirrel’s cheek.
“I....I guess you’re right...” Fernald says, looking down at the floor, his feet fidgeting nervously still. 
“I am, I’ve met enough religious types to firmly believe that God should be loving and forgiving, not a vengeful spiteful creature who only loves straight people. He should love us all, because we are all of Him. You see?” while he says this, he stands up and begins unbuttoning Fernald’s shirt and removing his tie. “And He certainly shouldn’t mind you getting a massage for all your hard work in His name!” he says this last part as he pulls off Fernald’s shirt completely, exposing his bare chest.
“Y....you’re right...it’s just a massage after all...and you are...sexy...” he says, laying back, his face almost black from his blush. 
Andrew smiles and nods to the little squirrel. “Just so! Now, relax and close your eyes. I promise you’ll enjoy this!” he says, working Fernald’s undies down and off.
Fernald complies, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the massive sexy wolf. He hears him moving around the table till he’s at the foot. He murrs softly as he feels warm tightness surrounding one of his feet, and a soft undulating massage working over it, and again even louder when his other foot gets the same treatment. He wonders what the wolf is doing, but doesn’t open his eyes, instead enjoying the feelings. Slowly the feeling works its way up and over his ankles, and then to his legs. 
Fernald opens his eyes and looks down as the warm tight undulating feeling passes his knees. He isn’t prepared for the sight of the wolf’s monstrous cock engulfing him slowly or the look of ecstasy on the wolf's face as he slides his way over Fernald’s small body.
“WH...what’re you...what’re you doing?!” Fernald squeaks, trying to withdraw his legs from the cavernous expanse of the wolf’s shaft, but is unable to, the wolf’s internal muscles too strong as they clench almost vice like around his legs. 
“Ah, I told you to keep your eyes closed! No matter, not much to be done now but let nature take its course!” he grins ferally down at the little squirrel, straddling the table and leaning down, his face level with Fernald’s. “You don’t need to worry; I won’t hurt you, Fernald. You’re too cute to hurt,” he says, and licks at Fernald’s cheek, eliciting a whimper from the terrified squirrel. 
“p...please don’t....this isn’t...I don’t...” he stammers, still trying to pull away, but is instead pulled more voraciously inside, his back sliding over the tabletop and into the wolf’s voracious member. 
It doesn’t take long for the squirrel to be engulfed up to his chest, pre oozing heavily out around him, his feet dropping into the wolf’s big cavernous balls just as the other did, the pleasureful tingling taking hold, causing Fernald to moan and squirm. All the while he’s slipping in, Andrew licks and grooms at Fernald’s face, tenderly. 
“wh....what’s hap...happening?” he whimpers, his body twitching and shivering as the wolf’s seed sends sparks of pleasure pulsing through Fernald’s body. 
“Ah, should explain shouldn’t I. Well, I’m part of a group of, ahem, predators. We enjoy devouring our prey, you and those like you. But we don’t do it in a way that is harmful to you. In fact, most of us make it so that our prey enjoys it! It’s an attempt to both fulfill our natural instincts, and to create closer relationships with prey creatures like you. Believe me when I say this, you’ll understand quite soon.”
Most of what Andrew was saying was lost to Fernald, too lost in the sensations of pleasure to hear anything but his own moaning and the churning sound emanating from the big wolf’s testicle. As his head is engulfed, he takes one last look at the massive shaft engulfing him and moans loudly. 
Andrew massages the little squirrel down until he’s safely sequestered in his other, empty testicle, the churning sound intensifying as the squirrel’s definite shape begins to dull and soften, just as William’s had. Finally, the churning and sloshing ceases, leaving both of the wolf’s balls massive, one slightly larger than the other. 
“Ah, I love feeling full! Now for my last of the day!” he says, waddling naked to the door and down the hallway, loving the admiring stares from the attendants, and the shocked, awed, and lusty stares of the customers. His destination is the luxury spa, the room for only the ultra rich or the ultra important guests. Andrew’s six o’clock was the latter, he’s the owner’s pet.
The luxury spa is spared absolutely no expense, the walls are paneled in dark mahogany, the ceilings molded with finely detailed crowns, and a small chandelier hangs from the twenty foot high ceiling (which Andrew has to duck to avoid). To one side there is a small closet for towels and other toiletries, hidden behind an expensive blind disguised as art. The spa itself contains a large tub sunk into the floor with a foot high lip, a small privacy wall facing the door to block most of the tub, a massage table (the softest in the building), and a vast array of oils, scents, and massage equipment.   
Not long after Andrew arrives, there’s a knock at the door, followed by an average height, black furred wolf. The wolf smiles and steps in, wearing only a pair of loose cotton pants, his chest bare, showing off his silver crescent marking. 
“Hello, sir. Ready for your treatment?” Andrew asks, smiling at the smaller wolf. 
“Oh, don’t call me sir, you know I hate that!” he smiles, hugging the much larger wolf’s chest, his cheek pressed against Andrew’s pecs. 
“I know, Rhuke, I just love teasing you, that’s all!” Andrew smiles and sits down on the privacy wall, his massive balls hanging against the tiled wall, beckoning for the smaller wolf to come forward. Rhuke kneels and crawls over submissively; kneeling between Andrew’s legs, just close enough to feel the heat from that massive sac but without touching, his long draconic tail swishing softly over the white and black checkered tile. 
“Good boy! I’ve got quite a treat for you today! Two prey today!” Andrew says, reaching down and petting the smaller wolf’s head. “But you got to work for it!” 
Knowing exactly what the big wolf wanted, Rhuke moves down towards the wolf’s big feet, lifting one up and nuzzling slowly along his arch, sniffing and savoring the larger, more masculine wolf’s scent. “Mmmm...You smell good s...Andrew...” Rhuke murrs, pushing his nose between Andrew’s toes and inhaling deeply.
“Careful, almost said the S word! You know I can’t control myself when someone calls me that!” Andrew grins down at the little wolf, eyeing the pink marks on his shoulder from Rhuke’s other spa visits. 
“s...sorry...” he blushes but slowly slides his tongue along the larger wolf’s foot, slowly, carefully licking it clean, just as Andrew liked it.
“I’ll forgive you, just this once!” Andrew smiles, moaning happily, loving the treatment from the little wolf. His free paw runs over Rhuke’s cheek, head fur, neck and shoulders, chest and back, anywhere it can reach, spreading Andrew’s musky paw scent wherever it goes.
“Ohhhhh Andrew...” Rhuke moans, loving the smell of the dominant wolf. 
Andrew, knowing exactly how to toy with the smaller wolf, pulls his foot away and stands up, his shaft rock hard from Rhuke’s attentions. As he stands, he positions the shaft just above the smaller canine, pre dribbling heavily onto his face, his musky scents heavy in the air. 
“go ahead, have a taste!” Andrew prompts, nudging the tip against Rhuke’s nose, engulfing it a bit but not taking it in like he had the other two. Rhuke obliges by sliding his tongue directly into the dominant wolf’s shaft, lapping at the inside, swallowing greedily at the massive amounts of fluids being gushed out. 
“Aaaahhhh, good boy! You’re definitely doing good!” Andrew moans, thrusting lightly, his slit expanding to swallow Rhuke's head before sliding back down over it, spreading the thick gooey pre all over his face, marking it with his scent and matting down the fur. “Go, get in the tub!” Andrew grunts as his shaft begins to thicken and throb, bobbing up and down visibly. Rhuke crawls and slips into the bathtub, sitting like a dog waiting for a treat at the bottom. Andrew turns around and leans his balls against the wall, gripping his shaft in his hands and jerking it furiously. After a few seconds he howls and arches backward as blast after blast of his utterly monstrous loads hits Rhuke right in the face, knocking him over with the force of it. As he’s shooting, Andrew presses his balls against the wall, forcing out absolutely every drop of the two squirrels.
It takes more than a minute to finish shooting, leaving the wolf panting, sagging, sweating, and very spent. He smiled as he watches the little wolf floating on his back, murring loudly, his black fur turned white from the load. 
“definitely....definitely a good boy!” he pants and sits down on the edge of the tub, his feet dipping into his hot load, making him murr and shiver as his shaft softens and shortens to its usual, but still hefty two foot length. The little wolf dragon floats over between the bigger wolf’s legs, smiling up at him lovingly, upside down. Andrew smiles and reaches down, rubbing the little wolf’s cheek gently. 
“Best. Treat. Ever!” Rhuke murrs as his long draconic tail sweeps through the thick goopy mess, the reek of cum heavy in the air. As he lays there, the seed begins to tingle all over his body, the sensations causing the little wolf dragon to whimper and moan happily till he grips his shaft and jerks at it furiously. Within a few seconds, he’s added his own load to the pearly mess around him. 
“That’s it pup, just sit back and enjoy now!” Andrew smiles, scooting back till his feet hang over the edge, thick gooey seed dripping off his feet paws into the pool. “clean me up first though!” he commands, moaning as he almost immediately feels Rhuke’s tongue licking over his paws, cleaning the load off his lightly tingling soles. 
Once they’re done, he stands up and goes to the closet, getting a pillow and setting it on the edge so the wolf dragon can savor the heat of the load in comfort. 
Before long, the wolf dragon is lulled into a light doze, totally spent from his orgasm. Signaled by a soft snore, Andrew moves forward and kneels by the wolf dragon’s head, stroking his shaft into hardness once more. “aahh, my turn to enjoy!” he whispers as he positions his shaft right at Rhuke’s face, thrusting forward to take all of Rhuke’s muzzle in, leaving only his eyes out, which spring open at the sudden feeling. Rhuke mumbles and squirms, trying to withdraw his face from the larger wolf’s shaft, but is totally unable to. With a grunt, Andrew begins to pull; Rhuke’s head quickly goes completely inside.
“Aahh! Careful in there!” Andrew moans, pre oozing out from around his prey, who is now struggling furiously, his shoulders entering Andrew’s engorging shaft. Andrew reaches down and pulls rhuke up, forcing the wolf deeper, quicker, forcing his arms down by his sides. Lubed as he was by the load, the wolf dragon doesn’t go in easily, which Andrew loves, the sensations of the wolf dragon’s fur sliding along the inside of his shaft almost makes him shoot right there. Only pure self control stops him. He pushes the captive wragon inside slower, panting and groaning as he struggles and fights, already halfway consumed by the larger wolf’s voracious meat. 
Going in head first, Rhuke’s head hits the small pool of seed remaining in Andrew’s balls and almost immediately the tone of the struggling changes. Breathing in the undiluted scent of the larger wolf’s load and balls causes him to harden immediately; a loud whimpering moan heard echoing from Andrew’s cavernous balls. Andrew shoves him the rest of the way in, letting his internal muscles work furiously to suck the wolf in. Inside his balls, Rhuke is almost overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure he’s receiving from Andrew’s load, he bucks and thrusts against the walls of Andrew’s ball, whimpering and howling out in desperate need for release, feeling much the same way as all Andrew’s other prey had.
“that’s it, keep working in there!” he growls, assuming a feral position near the edge of the pool, claws digging into the grooves between the tiles as his balls work furiously to absorb the large wolf dragon. A very loud echoing churning noise is heard as he feels the struggling slowly abating and the full feeling forecasting that the wolf dragon was becoming his next victim.
He pants and moans, using a hand to rub his big balls, resisting the urge to blow until he was finished dissolving the wolf dragon. When the churning stops, he braces himself with one hand to steady himself on the edge of the tub and begins furiously abusing his shaft, jerking it up and down so fast it’s a blur. In seconds, he’s howling and arching and bucking again as he unloads for the second time into the tub, almost causing it to overflow from the mass of seed being blasted in.
Sweat cascades off of him as he collapses, panting on the edge of the pool, the reek of his musk overpowering in the confined space of the room. He smiles and rolls over into the pool with a thick splashing sound, murring as he surfaces and slides over to the built in seat on the far side of the pool, letting the hot seed tingle and warm him. He yawns and falls asleep there in his own mess.
******
William murrs softly, feeling utterly relaxed and warm and comfortable, his cheek pressed against something soft and warm. He sighs in utter contentment, never having felt so warm and happy before. He reaches up and rubs his cheek, feeling his fur and smiling, the fur soft lustrous and downy, far more than before he’d entered the spa. Wait...spa? His eyes shoot open as his last few moments hit him like a bolt. He sees the giant wolf...lying beneath him! And two other furs, pressed against his sides and on top of the big wolf as he was, still asleep just as the wolf himself was, all three snoring softly, blissful smiles on their faces. 
He slowly eases up, not wanting to wake the sleepers, afraid of the wolf and the other two, a young squirrel and another wolf... what’s going on here?! He must have moved too sharply for the young squirrel begins to stir as well.
He looks down at the squirrel, and then himself, noticing for the first time his nudity, and the startling transformation he’d undergone. All excess body fat had been removed, his fur was sleek, lustrous and shiny as it never had been before, his muscles were toned, far more than before, his body was longer than it had been and he felt younger than he had in years. 
As he looks at himself, he can’t help but become aroused, his shaft engorging. He notices that it too has changed. It’s a lot thicker and longer than it was! What happened to me?! He wonders, blushing deeply at his transformation, finding it not entirely to his displeasure. 
As he’s sitting there gawking at himself, the young squirrel is sitting up and yawning expansively, eyes bleary from sleep, but alert. Fernald looks around and then down at himself, gasping loudly, startling William who looks over at the younger squirrel. 
“wh....what happened to me?!” he says in a terrified whisper, looking around and then notices the giant hunk of wolf beneath him and he almost jumps out of his skin.
“Quiet you idiot! Do you WANT to wake him up!?” William whispers fiercely, sliding himself carefully off the wolf’s chest and onto the floor of the pool. 
A deep bass rumble is heard, followed by a soft chuckle. “Too late for that.” The big wolf smiles, eyes not opening up. 
Both squirrels jerk back and against the wall of the deep tub. William turns to the squirrel, gripping his hand to reassure the younger squirrel, turning his head to look at him. Had Fernald paid attention, he’d gone through a change himself, his tail was larger and sleeker just as the rest of his fur was, and had he been aroused, he would have noticed his own squirrel-hood had grown as well. 
William whispers to Fernald, “run when I say, understand? We’re getting out of here...” but before he can say anything, the smaller wolf sits up, stretches out and yawns expansively, blinking sleepily before looking around. When he sees the two squirrels, he turns back to Andrew and growls softly, an angry glare on his face. 
“Hey! You know I hate that!” he says lightly punching the bigger wolf’s rock hard abs. “I hate not being able to release and you know it!” he sits and pouts, glaring at the larger wolf, who opens his eyes and smiles at his smaller counterpart.
“Boss’s orders, he wanted you all pretty for tonight. Don’t forget what day it is pup!” he smiles and nuzzles the pouting wolf’s cheek, making him murr despite himself. “Besides, he said I deserved a treat for all my hard work too, so....here we are!”
“Still...could have told me, jerk!” Rhuke smiles and wags lightly. 
“Nah, I love keeping you guessing!” he turns to the two squirrels. “So, welcome back! Enjoy your....sojourn?” 
“S...sojourn?! You ate us! You’re a kidnapper! You’re a murderer!” William practically yells at the big wolf, his voice echoing loudly in the tiled room.
“And yet...here you both are.” He smiles. “And much better for it if I must say so! William, you’d begun to let yourself go, getting too busy with your work, not staying true to your diet. While I like a bit of gut, I figured it’s probably not the best for a cop to have one. And Fernald, as adorable as always, I figured you needed a self esteem boost, and you’ve certainly gotten one!” Andrew smiles, standing up and setting the smaller wolf on his feet, towering over all three furs.
“Well...yea but...” William stutters, blushing despite himself as he stares at the totally naked wolf before him, and the other two naked furs nearby. 
“But nothing, you’re safe, sound, and no one whose ‘disappeared’ is dead,” Rhuke says, smiling warmly at the big squirrel. 
“It’s true. The real reason you are here detective is, in short, to know the truth. We wanted someone on the inside of the police department to know the truth about what’s happening here and we chose you. We’re part of a group of predatory and carnivorous furs who don’t like the idea of killing their prey. Most of us however can’t get past our predatory instincts. So dabbling in a bit of magic, we can not only get past that, but we can also take several steps beyond. Fernald, I wasn’t lying when I said we wanted to enhance relationships with our prey, and enhance our prey.” Andrew smiles and kneels in front of the young squirrel, nuzzling his cheek gently, tenderly. Fernald blushes deeply but doesn’t withdraw, a faint smile even touching his lips. 
“But...what about all the disappearances? How do you explain that!” William asks.
“Think detective, you saw them....or most of them anyway, on your way to the room. They’re all employed here. As your investigation said, all of them were down on their luck loners. No jobs, no friends, no family. So we took them in and have employed them, gave them a community, a home. We’re not bad people detective.” Andrew says, still kneeling, but staring at the big squirrel. 
“Hm... how about this. You can stay here for a week or two. If you’re not satisfied by our establishment, you can go and tell the police.” Rhuke says, his tail swishing lightly behind him as he eyes the squirrel. “And of course have extensive use of our facilities as well!” he adds with a smirk. 
“Well...alright, but if I find ANYTHING wrong, I’ll go right to the police! Understand?” William says after a pause, staring hard at the two wolves. Extensive access to the facilities eh...wonder if that includes these two... William wonders to himself.
“perfectly!” Andrew smiles and stands up, stepping out of the tub and to the closet, opening it up and distributing robes to the three furs. “Well then, let’s get started with a tour!” he says, throwing open the door to the rest of the facility.