Don't Screw Around In The Wrong Place


By Sharako CloudCat


Featuring 
Prince An Australian Shepard Wolf Dog : Canis lupus familiaris








        Prince was in the wrong part of town and he knew it. As the Aussie shep walked down the street, everyone stared at him. Every other mammal was a feline, and everyone knew that there was an uneasy truce at best between the species. 
        
        Prince saw a bar not too far away, on the sign it had a phone on it. Maybe he could use the phone to call for a cab, he thought to himself as he walked at a little quicker pace, feeling like he was being followed. His light zip up hoodie jacket flowed in the wind, barely covering his generic white tee shirt. His blue jeans ruffled over his exposed paws as he quickly ducked inside the bar. 


        The large 9’ tall door towered over Prince as he walked in. The door knob was practically at eye level. He stopped only for a moment before shutting the door behind him. The bar was almost empty as he looked around.  The bartender, a clouded leopard stood on a stool and was cleaning a cup as he stocked the counter. It was early enough in the evening that most of the regular crowd hadn’t shuffled in. He looked over to a jaguar and tiger in the corner and gave them a quick motion of his head over to the dog who had just entered the Tough Titty Kitty bar. 


        He had entered a bar owned by the Kitty Cutters. Before Prince had realized it, he had a 7’ tall jaguar dressed in just short shorts, his muscles and several scars on display for everyone to see and an 8' tall tiger who was in leather chaps. The tigers huge exposed nuts and sheath were on view for everyone, but from the look of the tiger, he gave no shits and had the air that he might rape you just for stairing. 


        The two felines cornered Prince at the inside of the door, looming over him. The tiger spoke, “The hell you doing here Boy?!” grabbing Prince by the shoulder. “Don’t ya know how ta read pup?” chimed in the Jaguar as he grabbed Prince’s other shoulder.


        Prince’s ears lowered as he assumed the submissive position, hoping to buy some sympathy. “I, um, was hoping to use the phone to call a cab?” said Prince as he gave them an awkward smile. His pearly teeth showing in as friendly of a manner as he could muster. 


        From across the room the leopard pressed a button under the counter and a light click was heard to the left and the wall had popped open, not that prince had noticed as he was being held by the large men. Antonio the Jaguar and Oscar the tiger, picked Prince up off of the ground and walked swiftly with him into the hidden room, shutting the hidden door quickly so as to not arouse suspicion for anyone who might have come into the bar after them. 


        The back room had a wood table that was big enough to barely fit Prince on. The two felines flopped him onto the table. Antonio holding him at the shoulders and Oscar at his legs. Prince tucked his tail around the crotch of his jeans. His submissive dog genetics kicking in. “P… please don’t hurt me, I’ll be a good boy.” Prince managed to say before he felt claws ripping into his clothing, almost nicking his skin. Antonio and Oscar quickly took care of the clothing, ripping it off like a present to see what the prize inside was. Prince found himself naked except for his jockstrap. Antonio looked at Oscar, “Why do you always get the tail end bro?” Oscar replied, “ Easily, I’m the leader and when you become the boss, you can have your choice of heads or tails. Now stick your dick in that pie hole to shut him up.”


        “Oh I guess that makes sense.” Antonio said as he unzipped the fly of his shorts, the pressure that was holding back his musky manhood gave way, flopping his huge jaguar balls onto Prince’s face. His feline sheath had rolled back revealing his huge thick, barbed feline manhood. The thick musky stench of his filthy sheath filled Prince’s nostrils.  “You Bite and You Die, Got it Mut!” Antonio growled as he looked Prince dead in the eye. “Y… Yes sir.” whimpered the submissive pup as he opened his mouth and started lapping at Antonio’s thick potent manhood. “Good Pup” purred Antonio as he let Prince clean off the smegma between the barbs on his cock. 


        Oscar at the other end, had already achieved his erection. Having his barbed tip lined up the tight canine tailhole, he pressed it deep inside of Prince. Without any input from the bitch he was penetrating, Oscar began thrusting in and out, his barbs scrapping the tender insides. Pre started to flow into Prince’s tailhole and leaked out with each thrust, the clear pre started to get more of a red tinge from the rough barbs scraping up the tender fuck hole. 


        Giving into his instincts, Prince moaned, submitting to the real men in the room. His warm eager muzzle suckling on the smegma coated barbed manhood inside of it and his tailend working the eager tiger throbbing inside of him. Prince hadn’t noticed his own canine member, a puny 7” in comparison to the huge 12” manhoods the feline’s using his body as their own fuck tube. 


        Antonio and Oscar started to increase the pace of their thrusting, each one shoving the pup onto the dick of the other.  Antonio couldn’t take it any more and he hilted deep into the eager throat, flooding it with hot jaguar spunk. Antonio’s claws dug into Prince’s arms as he heald the pup through his orgasm. 


        Oscar wasn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and he was filling the roughed up tail end with his own potent seed.  Pulse after pulse the felines filled Prince with their potent seed.  Prince’s own rocket started throbbing, almost at his own orgasm. Oscar noticed the throbbing rocket, and looked over to a corkscrew next to him. He grabbed it with his free hand and slid it down the piss hole of Prince’s dick. 


The screw made it inside the tip as Oscar started to rotate it around inside the urethra. The motion carrying it into the middle of Prince’s baculum. The sensation was weird to Prince, but he couldn’t really argue as he was filled with two huge men inside of him.  


        Prince felt a sudden pain and crack inside of his dick as the point of the corkscrew penetrated through the hard baculum catching it and holding it tight. Oscar unceremoniously gave it a quick yank and a twist, severing the connections and flesh off of the baculum. Prince couldn’t help but give a loud yelp as the bone inside of his puphood was violently ripped from it’s place, hanging just barely in place. It was an easy pull and the baculum pulled right out of the tip of Prince’s thick and stubby rocket. 


        The pain traveled to Prince’s brain making him shudder on the table. He lookked down at what the fuck Oscar had done to him, only to see the tiger licking the flesh off of the baculum, then use it to pick his teeth. Blood flowed from the tip of the ruined rocket and onto the white crotch, staining it red. 


        Antonio and Oscar pulled out of the pup. Not bothering to tuck their dicks back into the sheath. Antonio grabbed a rag and shoved it over Prince’s nose and mouth, letting him inhale the chloroform. The fumes quickly knocked him out, making it easier for the two big cats to drag his limp body out to the back alleyway and into the back seat of a cab. As the door of the cab shut. Is started to roll off into the night. 


        The Kitter Cutters had gotten rid of another male from breeding and also taken the canine garbage out. 




…The End…