“If you can hear me, nod in the affirmative.” Glenn commanded, his whiskers twitching in irritation. His expression changed first to surprise, then relief as the doll of Achak, the long-dead dragon teen, obeyed. Glenn’s black ears perked up as the feline continued, “If you can understand me, speak.”


        “I understand, Master Glenn.” came the reply, uncanny in its nearly-but-not-quite monotonous delivery. The mouth formed the words in a carefully crafted mimicry of language, of which only an astute observer would notice there was something just slightly off about. The most telling sign, however, were the pale, unmoving eyes ever focused on eternity; the dead eyes of a poor boy murdered too long before his prime.


        Glenn gave a sigh of relief as he tiredly pulled his safety goggles from his head, dropping his multitool and gloves along with them in a pile on the morgue table-turned-workbench before him. It had been a long day full of failures and frustrations, and though his endoskeleton eureka moment had finally come Glenn was far too exhausted for a proper celebration just yet. Instead he settled for a moment of taking in the lovely sight before him; the lifeless dragon body’s lean and fit form arousing the black cat who, up until now, had only been able to focus on his robotics work with no time for pleasure.


        Glenn decided that would end now. He rubbed his hands across the corpse’s silky-smooth scales, slowly so as to take in the body’s almost velvety texture, down towards his groin until a fistfull of dick and balls filled his paw. A wry smirk crossed his face as he fondled the gems slowly and sensually, his own arousal pressing needily against the zipper of his dress pants. He licked his lips and dropped his head between Achak’s legs, sucking vigorously on the body’s limp dick and licking the dead boy’s surprisingly hefty sack tenderly. 


        A growl escaped Glenn’s lips as he traveled further downwards, tasting the lean muscle through the dead boy’s fine scales. He didn’t linger long before reaching his feet, leaving a trail of saliva as he wrapped his tongue around the stiff foot. He swirled up and around the rough calluses as he teased his tongue between the still toes, giving each gap a fair amount of attention. He closed his eyes as he suckled on each digit; a rare purr vibrated in his throat as he finally let his dick free from its cloth prison. After giving the corpse’s big toe one last sensual suckle followed by a loud pop as he reluctantly retracted his head he pressed the now slick appendages together as he positioned his pre-leaking cock against them. With a grunt followed a shaky moan he forced his member between them, sighing in ecstacy at the heavenly feeling of those coarse pads against his tender manhood.


        He panted heavily as he worked himself up into nearly a frenzy as he slid his impressive dick between Achak’s feet and rapidly pumped. His dick’s size kept growing year by year as he approached adulthood, making excursions like this all the better as his dolls were forever frozen in time at the moment he snuffed them out. It was truly an unmatched, unique experience that got better and better each year. That’s what he loved about turning boys into dolls; as the saying goes, he keeps getting older but they always stay the same age.


        He pumped fiercely against Achak’s tender feet as he got out the day’s aggravation all in one go. The feeling of the gentle feet combined with the dragon’s blissful look became too much to bear, and with a howl Glenn spilled his seed all over his doll’s feet, pumping dollop after dollop of creamy cum over them, shaking as his orgasm slowly died down. With a sigh of contentedness he took a loose rag and hastily wiped down his dick before turning to slowly clean off his doll’s feet, a menial task that would normally have been left to his servants back home.


As he cleaned off his doll’s feet he felt his heart still racing, the touch of them exciting to him even now. While his blue wolf doll Herbert had never truly had any contest to where his affection lied, his latest developing kink came in the form of the feeling of scales against his fur. Achak was, of course, the only specimen in his collection with this feature, and although Glenn knew he wasn’t supposed to for some time he found himself pining for the creation of new dolls, ones with scales to hold against his body. As he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm he allowed his mind to wander to his schoolmates, picking his brain for any he might find useful as dolls...


        It had been near to a year now since Glenn had left the comforts of his home to live in his current place of residence, a still rather lavish villa in rural Tennessee. With mounting heat from law enforcement, to the point of the feds showing up at his door looking to question him, it was suggested by his chief butler Renard that he would pack up his things and move to finish out his education while the fox stayed behind to tend to his mansion and deal with police inquiry in his absence. Of course this also meant packing up and taking any evidence related to Glenn’s crime sprees, and so all of his beloved dolls and their equipment were driven to a discreet location in the dead of night that would become Glenn’s new home for the time being.

        Glenn’s parents had never been particularly useful or even caring towards him, and so his servants were for all intents and purposes his family. With them now gone, left behind at his previous home, Glenn found the solitary lifestyle very bothersome to his ability to work efficiently. Without people to tend to his needs he was left to his own devices when it came to just about everything, and this cut into his time considerably. It was because of this and by necessity that he decided to focus on developing an endoskeleton system to automate his dolls, effectively filling the void left by his departure from his servants. 


        Though the assembly and insertion was fairly straightforward, the thing that Glenn found the most tedious was developing the simulated intelligence framework. While he had dabbled in programming before he found he had a lot of learning to do to work out all of the kinks and get his dolls online. To make matters worse the development time meant that his turnaround on endoskeletons was slow, and so not all of his dolls had been converted over as of yet. Still, today’s success meant soon he’d have them fully operational, and at least he could call that a victory.


        As he zipped up and wiped the sweat from his brow his mind still lingered on the thought of adding new dolls to his collection once more. He searched his mind for schoolmates he could be interested in, and all at once he hit on a goldmine he had previously overlooked; a 16-year old pangolin named Jake. As far as scales went his were immaculate and truly unique in their composition and in the care he clearly took in grooming them, not to mention the fact that he was heavily built and quite strong for his age. He was the perfect specimen to scratch the proverbial itch he had Glenn thought to himself, but how to entice him? Jake had been cold to Glenn in the past, not wholly unexpectedly as Glenn kept no friends, though there was something else going on there Glenn had thought.


        Glenn recalled Jake’s willingness to follow along with another of the pangolin’s friends, a fox boy named Kyle. The 15-year old was honestly quite dim-witted and naive, a rather poor representation of his species compared to Renard Glenn thought, though he did seem like a genuine and kind person. On top of that he, unlike Kyle, seemed interested in reaching out for friendship with Glenn. It didn’t take a genius to see that Jake had a crush on Kyle with the way he often doted on the dopey fox, and therein Glenn found his golden ticket. He resolved to invite Kyle over, for through Kyle would he be able to lure Jake to his secluded home. What was point of living on one’s own as a bachelor without getting to have a little bit of fun, after all? Perhaps that thought was merely an excuse to commit murder again, but for Glenn’s part he honestly didn’t care; he knew what he wanted, and he would have it.


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He decided to take a stock of his morgue drawers, taking a stroll through his lab with the now-mobile Achak in tow. The cold steel drawers that made up the back wall of the roomy, sterile-looking laboratory were given simple labels written with a careful hand, lovely cursive writing one would expect of the gentry ironically used to mark something most would see as grisly. Pulling a pen from his back pocket Glenn began to designate two new ones for the coming venture, writing Kyle and Jake on them in as lovely and careful a font as he could muster, turning it into an almost romantic endeavor. He glanced back at the filled drawers and upon seeing Kwame’s he felt sentiment take over and ordered Achak to tug the drawer loose.


The dragon pulled the drawer open carefully, an unexpectedly tantalizing maneuver as far as Glenn was concerned, and slowly its contents were revealed. First black toes were revealed, contrasting against white paws, immediately invoking a pining response from Glenn’s chest. White feet gave way to more randomly blotched black as the legs were revealed until brown thighs emerged, a flaccid young penis and balls sandwiched between surprisingly plump hips. Toned abs were revealed, then a firm chest, and finally the cold, almost goofy stare of death as the African wild dog Kwame was fully exposed. By now Glenn’s arousal was nearing painful levels, and with a terse command he ordered Achak to retrieve the corpse and deliver him to the living room couch. Achak lifted the boy’s body easily and led the way, Glenn’s dick thumping in time with his heart all the way upstairs.


Laying down on the living room couch with his doll Kwame Glenn licked the African wild dog’s nipple before suckling tenderly on it as he teased the other, his erection already freed from his pants. His excitement over the prospect of finally adding some new dolls to his collection had become too much to bear, and so Glenn had decided it wouldn’t hurt to relieve himself of the sexual tension that threatened to engulf him. He drew a line with his tongue from Kwame’s chest along his neck before pressing his muzzle against the dog’s, feeling the cold stillness of the dead boy’s tongue as he wrapped his around it. Kwame’s cold, lifeless stare seemed somehow warm and inviting to Glenn, and before he knew it he had pressed his own dick against Kwame’s flaccid member, spreading his love-juice on it as he rubbed sensually against the deceased boy.


Glenn wrapped a paw around their combined cocks, rubbing his length with the cute canine’s soft cock, moaning breathily as he let himself be lost to lust. He licked and bit at the dead boy’s neck as he drew his dick downward, tracing a path from the tip of Kwame’s cock across his coinpurse and taint until he made it to the wild dog’s hole. With little effort he pressed inside, sighing in ecstasy as he penetrated his doll’s firm rump. Glenn slowly pushed in until his balls rested against Kwame’s tail, the whole of his thick dick filling the teen’s insides. He pulled out, slowly, drawing out the pleasure as long as he could. His member left Kwame’s asshole only briefly before it was slammed back in to fuck the corpse in earnest, the lewd sounds of wet sex filling the room as Glenn picked up his pace.
        
Just as he was getting into the mood a knock followed by the ringing of the doorbell followed by another knock came at the door, much to Glenn’s chagrin. He winced in sexual frustration at Kyle’s punctuality,  deciding in short time he wouldn’t be stopping now. “H-Herbert, get the door if you’d please dear?” Glenn said as he continued to hump away at Kwame’s butt, not missing so much as a beat despite the interruption. The young blue wolf doll bowed courteously, a mimicry of Glenn’s servants back home, before making his way to the door to answer it.


“O-oh, hellooo~!” the red fox boy Kyle said, recovering from an initial bout of awkwardness at the sight of a young boy answering the door. He didn’t realize Glenn had any siblings, and more awkward still was the wolf’s garb, clad only in a simple pair of underwear that would make the boldest of boys blush in embarrassment at the sight of a new guest. Little did Kyle know that Herbert was dressed like this for a very particular reason; with only one pair of clothing on it was easier to get to his dolls’ naughty bits. Glenn may have been something of a social pariah, but he would never let it be said he wasn’t willing to give some ground to those societal rituals that people deemed necessary, such as the wearing of at least some clothing.


“Come in,” the voice of Herbert spoke dryly as it cracked to life. Though it seemed the boy’s expression was jovial and amicable in nature, something was off about it; an uncanny stare that Kyle failed to notice as he passed the threshold and had the door shut and locked behind him, eager to not call attention to the wolf boy’s social faux pas.


        “So, what’s your name little guy?” Kyle said to his junior as he scanned the lavish house, not quite aware yet of the lewd sounds coming from just the other side of the cushy living room sofa.


        “I am called Herbert,” the wolf said, his lifeless stare almost piercing Kyle, “Please make your way into the main room.” His tone was somewhat off-putting, but Kyle was a stickler for being pleasant, and not wanting to be rude on his first visit to Glenn’s villa he made his way to the center of the room towards the brand-new fireplace.


        As he slowly made his way inside the queer sounds of sex became more and more apparent. Kyle dismissed them at first, but upon passing the edge of the sofa the fox froze in his tracks. Glenn was fast at work slamming into his African wild dog’s butt, now having pushed Kwame’s ankles behind his tall ears to get easier access to the corpse’s mouth. With a few final thrusts and a wavering grunt Glenn pressed balls deep into the teen’s hole, pressing their muzzles together in a passionate, forbidden kiss as he emptied his balls into the dead boy’s behind.


        Kyle simply stood there like a statue. He wasn’t prepared for such an explicit display, and though he didn’t know Glenn very well he always thought of him as the bookish type, not one to give into lust so readily even in the presence of others. As Glenn came down from his orgasm he pulled free from the wild dog, letting his partner’s body flop lifelessly onto the sofa. Glenn gave it a firm slap before finally offering Kyle a few words. “Enjoy the show?” he snickered.


        Kyle finally realized that there was something far more off-putting about the already awkward situation; the boy Glenn was making love to never reacted to Glenn, he wasn’t looking around, and he wasn’t breathing. “Hey… HEY! Are you okay? Glenn I-I think that kid needs help!” he blurted out all at once with great unease.


        “Oh, him? He’s dead of course.” Glenn said nonchalantly as he zipped up his dress pants and produced a roll of duct tape from its pocket, peeling a strip off as he slowly approached the fox teen.


        “W-we have to help him…” Kyle said meekly, slowly backing away from the now imposing black cat. His heart was pounding out of its chest, and before he realized it he had backed his way directly into the blue wolf. His hands were quickly seized by Herbert with what seemed superhuman strength, and the lithe fox boy immediately began to struggle in panic.


        “Help him? Oh, I’ve done more than help him; I’ve immortalized him. Look at how happy and peaceful he is…” Glenn said matter-of-factly, briefly looking upon the doll as he strolled past. His gaze moved up and he locked eyes with the struggling fox. “How would you like to join him? Don’t worry, you’ll have your chance at freedom.” With that he firmly planted the tape over the fox boy’s snout while reaching into Kyle’s pocket to retrieve his phone, finally noticing the sweet smell Kyle’s well-groomed fur gave off. Glenn found himself becoming almost distracted by it, shaking it off with it his arousal for the time being. Without further acknowledgement of the lean boy Glenn pointed in the direction of his basement and Herbert easily led the fox down into the darkness in it. With a swipe of the unlocked phone he began texting Jake, masquerading as Kyle to lure the poor scalie boy into the trap that would ultimately claim his life.


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        “Pretty nice place you’ve got here. So, uh, where’s Kyle exactly?” the pangolin boy asked as Achak led him down the hallway towards the basement.


        “He currently resides in the basement.” the dragon boy replied as he led Jake through the villa. Glenn waited at the top of the stairs for them, extending a hand to Jake and shaking it eagerly as the two teens finally met.


        “Your serving boys always wear nothing but loincloths? I swear you’d think that kid never stepped foot in America before.” Jake said with a tinge of coldness as he shook Glenn’s hand, still looking at the toned dragon boy wearing nothing else. Glenn for his part perhaps gripped just a little too tight, examining the texture of the pangolin boy’s hand and finding it absolutely exquisite to the touch, making his heart skip a beat and his palm begin to sweat. Jake yanked his hand back, shaking it with a look of annoyance at the embarrassing encounter.


        “He’s more American than you my friend, and my family’s been known to employ all sorts, including the historic natives. It would seem rude to deprive the servants of their dress of comfort, no?” Glenn said in a bid to regain his composure. “Anyway, follow me. Kyle’s just downstairs.” With a shrug Jake followed him down into the darkness of the basement.


        The stairs seemed to stretch an unusually long time, and as they reached the bottom they found themselves at a large steel door with a pawpad lock. Glenn pressed a thumb to it and the door clicked open. He opened the door slowly, revealing little else but darkness on the other side, and beckoned Jake in first.


        “So uh, are you gonna turn on the lights or what?” Jake said curtly, having not yet chosen to enter. The sound of running water echoed within.


        “Yes, obviously. Kyle was feeling a little under the weather so I thought I’d do him a favor and let him relax. He’s bathing in there as we speak.” Glenn said to the much taller boy, matching Jake’s obvious advantage in size and strength with a sense of wit and wicked determination in his eyes. At hearing Kyle was bathing Jake’s expression softened with a hint of lusty anxiousness. He gulped and quietly walked inside, clearly hoping to catch a glimpse of the target of his affections bathing. All too easy Glenn thought to himself.


        As Jake walked into the room he tried squinting, hoping his eyes would adjust. The only light available came in the form of small unidentifiable electronics scattered about the room, their purposes indiscernible in the darkness. After giving up on that avenue he decided to move towards the sound of the running water, hoping against hope that he could catch a glimpse, or perhaps even feel Kyle in the darkness. The low visibility would offer a perfect excuse to cover his perverted desires with.


        Jake heard the door shut behind him, but still hoping to run into Kyle bathing he chose not to question Glenn on it. He reached out a hand, feeling at the air in front of him as he slowly advanced, following the sound of running water until the thunk of a glass dome stopped him in his tracks. He felt on the cold glass puzzled before realizing that this was the sound of the running water. “Kyle?” he asked softly. Muffled shouts were all he received in reply.


        All at once the lights shot on, blinding Jake in a moment of confusion. He shouted a few obscenities before rubbing his eyes in an attempt to clear them and opening them to see was in a laboratory of some sort, the morgue doors inside the back wall almost looking akin to some high-tech coroner’s office. He turned his attention to the dome in front of him. He stood dumbfounded for a brief moment as he saw Kyle, gagged and bound, in a tank filling slowly with water. It seemed watertight, meaning that should it fill all of the way Kyle would surely drown.


        “Kyle?! KYLE!!” Jake shouted as he banged against the glass several times fruitlessly. Despite his muscular build the teen didn’t have the raw strength to break tempered glass, and quickly he resorted to his Plan B, spinning around to face Glenn with daggers in his eyes, the cat lounging in a plush sofa, legs crossed, looking amused. At catching a glimpse of the black cat he began running at him before stopping in his tracks as the barrel of a rifle stared back at him. “You, you,” Jake stammered before relenting before the might of a weapon he was no match for. “Please, let him go! Don’t shoot...” was all he could resort to.


        “Shoot? Oh, this?” Glenn said as he twirled the rifle about, acting as if it were an uninteresting child’s toy, “This isn’t something that could kill him, or you for that matter, outright. Oh no, you see, this is a dart gun. I’m not a fan of proper firearms, you see; those are such uncivilized tools, causing far too much damage to the body for the purposes of simply killing someone.” He brought the barrel of the rifle to bear on Jake and took aim once more. “You know how they say it’s not the gun that kills but people? Well, I would disagree; I think it’s the ammunition that kills, and I have a very interesting euthanizing dart currently loaded into the barrel of this gun.”


        Jake blood ran cold as he stood there, hands up to try and seem as unthreatening as possible, hoping against hope that his psychopathic captor would come to see reason. “Jake, oh, my lovely Jake, I’m going to have you participate in an experiment for me. You would like that yes?” Jake didn’t have the courage to respond, still trying to mentally parse his options as he stared down the barrel of the gun. Glenn’s stance deepened and his finger began easing into the trigger, clearly expecting a response from Jake.


        “Yes! YES! Please, anything you want, just don’t kill us…” Jake whimpered. Glenn’s finger eased off the trigger.


        “Good, good,” he said as he lowered his weapon. With the snap of a finger Achak moved to stand next to Glenn who proceeded to rub his toned butt as he addressed Jake. “You see, I created these dolls out of the bodies of children I’ve euthanized over the years. They make amazing toys, but more recently I’ve decided to try allowing them to possess automation for when the need arises. However, I’m unsure of their physical capabilities. Since I know you to be one of the strongest boys at our school, it seemed fitting to pit you against him.” he said coldly, a wicked smile creeping across his face.


        “W-what do you want me to do…?” Jake said fearfully.


        “The cage to your left; I want you to enter it with Achak. Fight him, hand-to-hand, and if you beat him fast enough the water inside the tank will stop, and Kyle will be saved. If you refuse I will simply snuff out your life right here and now. The choice is yours.”


        Of course a chance at life was better than no chance at all, and Jake’s fear for his high school crush found him shuffling towards the large steel cage that stood on the opposite side of the door from Glenn’s couch. Its proximity to the door caused Jake to miss it initially upon walking into the dark room, a fact for which he now cursed himself for not seeing. Achak followed behind, the cage closing and self-locking behind them, remotely controlled by Glenn himself.


        Achak almost instantly dropped into a fighting stance, to which Jake responded in kind by putting up his fists. “Hey, I’m not going to go easy on you!” he shouted as the western blue dragon charged at him. Jake pushed his forearms together to block the attack only to find his whole body fly backwards from the force of the attack, his shoulders slamming painfully into the bars as he flopped back onto his feet, his forearms feeling horrifically bruised even through his impressive scales.


        “Don’t bother talking to him, I’ve told you he’s already dead. You’re in a life-or-death situation, so fight like your life depends on it.” Glenn commanded.


With the water already up to the fox boy’s eyes, causing the bound fox to attempt to swim to keep his head above water, there was no time to plead for mercy or work out another solution. Jake shook off the painful injury and bolted for Achak, hoping to catch him off guard. He delivered a swift blow to the dragon’s stomach, followed by two more in quick succession, sure to knock the wind out of anyone regardless of raw strength or martial prowess. He was rewarded with a swift knee to the chest that shot his body upright before being raked by claws across the chest followed by an elbow swiping his jaw. He was sent spinning, landing face-down on the cold, sterile floor.


He caught sight of speckles of red across the white floor and knew his face had taken a devastating blow, though his chest stung worse as hot blood pooled against his now tattered white shirt. The psychological impact of seeing his own blood against clear white wasn’t doing him any favors, and in an effort to regain his gung-ho nature he tore the shirt off of himself, discarding it with a powerful cry. He saw Kyle’s tank had nearly filled up, and he knew the fox wouldn’t have long before he was completely submerged.


He turned back to Achak determined to fight again. He knew now that trying to attack the organs would be useless, so he devised a new strategy; he would try and break the doll’s spine. Whatever mechanism was controlling him would be useless if snapped he reasoned, and so he would have to fight as if he wanted to break bones.


Achak lunged for him with nearly superhuman speed, throwing a powerful raking claw at his face. Jake ducked at the last possible minute, throwing a full force roundhouse kick to Achak’s back as he passed. Achak’s muscular form slammed into the side of the cage, and as he tried to lift himself Jake delivered a full force dropkick directly to the base of Achak’s spine. Sickening cracks rang out through the lab as Achak’s back bent at a grossly unnatural angle.


Glenn watched gleefully, pawing off as he observed the two boys in a fight to the death. He noticed the sound of water subside and turning his attention to the tank he saw it had filled to the brim. Kyle struggled wide-eyed within, absolute terror painted on his face as he realized there was no way out. He shook his head back and forth as if to dismiss what was happening to him as a bad dream, his cheeks puffed and bright red even through his red fur. Bubbles escaped his lips in intervals, and Glenn knew it would be no longer than a minute now before his lungs gave way.


Kyle held on admirably long, praying that Jake would free him from his death trap. His cheeks turned a shade of purple, then blue as his chest dry heaved and he shook back and forth in a mockery of breathing, his whole body throwing itself into the process. More and more bubbles escaped his mouth and nose until seemingly out of nowhere his lungs emptied themselves of air, his last hope floating away to the surface. He snapped his jaws shut in one last bid to hold out, but just a few moments later he took a deep breath in and his lungs were shot with the intense fiery pain of water entering them.


The shock hit Kyle like a ton of bricks and he screamed in the rawest agony possible, a silent scream as there was little air left to exhale. He began writhing in pain as he hyperventilated small gulps of water in and out of the entrance to his lungs, his tail flicking about wildly and his body going into quick violent spasms as his brain went haywire. Glenn felt his dick become slick as he watched the boy slow down in his final moments, going still all at once save for some random twitching as he floated helplessly to the bottom of the tank, only mere moments left in which he could be saved. Glenn called it and hit a remote device to begin draining the tank.


Jake was ready to claim victory, wrapping his arms around Achak’s midsection from behind. He pulled him up to suplex him onto the hard floor, hoping to break his neck once and for all. However, just as he was turning him over in midair Achak was able to grab ahold of Jake’s neck. With two cracks even more visceral than before Achak’s head slammed into the ground, jamming it into an odd angle and breaking it instantly. Unfortunately for Jake the angle that Achak caught him at as he flew behind him caused Jake’s neck to twist painfully and his neck, too, let out a meaty crack as it broke. His limbs immediately lost all sensation and he fell to his knees, his face contorted in shock and pain.


Glenn approached Jake’s cage with Herbert, who carried Kyle’s sopping wet nude body in tow. Glenn carried only his rifle. Jake was battered, bruised, and broken. He whimpered pitifully, nearly the only thing he could do now that he was paralyzed, as he saw the sopping wet form of his beloved fox. The tears streaming down his face meaning absolutely nothing to Glenn, immune to such irrational displays as he was.


“Bravo, bravo,” Glenn said with just a tinge of admiration, “It would appear the underdog has emerged the victor. An impressive display, wouldn’t you say so Kyle?” he said, cocking his head towards the fox’s unmoving body. “What’s that? No words of congratulations for our triumphant hero?” He gave him several hearty slaps to the face. “Hello? Anybody home?” The cat pried open one of Kyle’s eyelids revealing bloodshot scleras, tilted slightly upwards in a perpetually horrified expression. He touched the boy’s pupil to no response. “Oh, it would seem you’ve died of asphyxiation. Pity.” A mournful whimper drew Glenn’s attention back to Jake.


“Oh well, it would appear I started the water running just a tad too early; perhaps I should have waited for the contestant to arrive first. Speaking of which, I’d like to thank you for your contributions to science. Oh, and, welcome to the family. We’re going to have years of fun together, you and I.” Glenn said as he extended the arm holding the rifle to the top of Jake’s neck. As one final act of cruelty he fired the dart into one of the remaining places Jake could still feel. As the toxin spread throughout his body he sobbed woefully, the pain of death consuming him. As the darkness crept in around him the final image he had was of Glenn gingerly fondling Jake’s penis as the cat came all over the pangolin boy, determined to convert his body into a twisted pleasure device for his own personal use. With an agonized wheeze Jake exhaled his final breath and died pitifully.


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As the corpses were carried into his bedchamber Glenn gave a precursory inspection of them, feeling his two new dolls as they were carried. Jake’s smooth scales and Kyle’s soft fur were incredibly alluring, the dual sensations in each of his palms as he felt their firm bodies causing tail to curl in anticipation. Their slack faces bounced in tune with the steps of their carrier, and Glenn couldn’t help but give the faces playful pinches as they marched on. Sensing no response, he scratched at Jake’s armpits, frozen in development on his way to manhood. Expectedly he once again received no response, but Glenn enjoyed checking for signs of life all the same for the gratification of finding his victims well and truly dead.


        Glenn had been waiting for this moment for quite some time. He was already fully nude, and as the last of the bodies had been laid out on his bed he got to work examining them. Kyle took to the doll conversion process extremely well, his usually cheerful expression softening into a dopey, almost sleepy look as his eyelids settled in a half-closed state, covering most of his strabismus-settled eyes. His corpse remarkably smelled as nice as it did in life even in death. 


Jake fared less well, his body still scarred from the intense battle that had taken his life. Glenn could repair the damage he knew, but he found the scars quite alluring in their own way, and he decided to keep them. Jake’s usually stern expression had settled into one that could almost be described as alert, his wide open, unmoving eyes conflicting with his slack lips, leaving a queer tangle of a visage that could only belong to the deceased.


Glenn had Achak and Herbert also laid out for comparison, Herbert against Kyle, Achak against Jake. Their exposed feet were the first things Glenn went for, swiping his tongue along each of the lined up feet in succession. Herbert’s had always been the most sublime of his collection with Achak a close second, but Jake rivaled if not surpassed even Herbert’s feet. His unique scales and lifestyle choice combined to create the most supple and alluring combination in his collection, and Glenn found himself jerking off as he sucked greedily on Jake’s lifeless toes. He dragged his tongue between each of the toes, licked and kissed the soles of his feet, and suckled on each toe intermittently. As soon as he finally pressed his cock against Jake’s feet he came, covering them in his sticky seed as he moaned in bliss.


He repeated the process for each pair of feet, making love to them one at a time, suckling licking kissing and of course fucking four dead pairs of boy feet. He came thrice more, once for each pair, administering a rating to each for his own amusement. Jake’s feet were unsurpassed he was certain, the genetics of his scales were too pure and exquisite to be passed up. Herbert’s toned appendages came next, still the source of Glenn’s most intimate affections. Then came Achak, who’s tender scales felt unique to Jake’s and were lovely against his rock hard cock in their own right, and finally came Kyle. His feet were not particularly special and his build wasn’t terribly muscular, but that special pleasant scent that his fur naturally gave off was something that really flipped Glenn’s switch, and he found he had no qualms at all occasionally taking Kyle for a spin.


Next Glenn began playing with each boy’s cocks, frotting and fondling and sucking on the flaccid members, sizing them up in his mouth and also rating them accordingly as he jerked off and rubbed himself against them. In this category Herbert was king, having the most sizeable and lovely looking dick of the bunch. Achak came in a close second, his dick often easy to see behind its loincloth when his endoskeleton was active. Kyle and Jake were tied for third, Jake’s texture beating out Kyle’s but Kyle’s lovely scent beating Jake’s. Glenn found no trouble at all christening each one with his cum, slicking up the corpses’ cocks even more than he already had as he fondled away.
Glenn’s little game eventually melted away into rough, passionate sex as he gave into lust. He started with Kyle and Achak, laying Kyle on top of the blue dragon, balls-to-balls. Glenn began furiously fucking away at their assholes, biting and clawing Kyle as he brutalized them, eager to release his sexual tension after several long days of waiting for his new dolls to finish processing. He came hard into Kyle multiple times, letting his seed leak down the dead fox boy’s balls onto Achak’s sack before turning his attention to the dragon, pushing Kyle’s body off and spending some one-on-one time with his scalie. He made out with the dragon as he pounded him missionary style before shooting deeply into him, collapsing for a brief moment as he tried to catch his breath.


Glenn had saved the best for last, and with the toned bodies of Herbert and Jake laid out on their knees before him Glenn went about sucking on their balls, fondling the orbs around in his mouth before pulling back off of them with a lewd pop and turning to the other. His lust found him making his way to their dead, loose holes, easily sticking his tongue inside and exploring their tunnels. Jake’s smooth scales were amazing, giving his ass a pert quality that was matched only by Herbert’s ass, and before Glenn knew it he had lined his cock up and pressed it into Jake’s butt, penetrating the poor boy’s corpse as he slammed away at it.


The smooth feeling nearly pushed him over the edge immediately as he fucked the body, his necrophilic desires nearly overtaking him. He stopped himself, pulling out before deciding to turn instead to Herbert, hugging the body tenderly as he slow-fucked Herbert’s hole. He kissed and licked the young teen’s neck tenderly, his frozen age still perfect even now years after he first snuffed him. With a chuckle Glenn grabbed the base of Herbert’s tail and suddenly began fucking it furiously, using the blue wolf’s tail as leverage as he plowed away at him. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to mount, and with a growl Glenn pulled his cock free, stroking it to release his sticky juice all over Herbert’s firm buttcheeks.


He turned one final time to Jake, rolling the body over onto its side and sticking his dick in. Glenn put his whole body into fucking the pangolin, slapping his balls happily against the doll’s now-inert sack. Glenn drew his paws across Jake’s toned chest and abs, savoring the feeling of his scales, licking the boy’s once-broken neck and fondling his silky-smooth cock. As Glenn’s vitality faded he let out one final cry of ecstasy, filling Jake’s loose butt with his seed as he bit down on his firm neck. He continued fucking Jake, his eyes fluttering as the pleasure overtook his senses.


As his strength gave out he collapsed between his now messy dolls, feeling Herbert’s fur against his own as he clutched Jake close to him. Though he couldn’t see him he knew Herbert would be well and truly doused in his seed, his ass and feet stained with dried cum and saliva with streaks dispersed across his body. His mouth, most of all, would be looking pretty ragged in the morning, his lifeless tongue lolling out of its side, stained with the same fluids that seemed to paint his otherwise pristine body.


As he finally drifted off to sleep still inside his new pleasure doll he had one final thought enter his mind; it’s going to be hard to clean up all these dolls without servants…


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        The systems were finally rigged and ready to go. Previously only Achak and Herbert had been given endoskeletons as they were a pain to install and still in development, but Glenn felt that the bond his two newest dolls shared deserved a postmortem resolution to their affections in life. With a simple command the dolls of Kyle and Jake sprang to life, now equipped with Glenn’s latest innovations in the technology. With a second command their dicks sprang to life, hardening and looking truly lifelike in the way they gently pulsed as they stood at attention. With a final command Jake and Kyle began making out, rubbing and caressing each other tenderly.


        Glenn let his dick free and jerked off as he watched Jake lay Kyle down, kissing and licking as the fox fingered himself in a mockery of needing to loosen his anus. Jake positioned his dick against Kyle’s hole and with a grunt pressed it inside, eliciting a pleasured moan from Kyle to Glenn’s surprise as Jake tenderly made love to the fox boy. Glenn observed as their fingers intertwined, holding hands as their pace quickened with Glenn’s stroking. With a sensual, tender kiss Jake’s head moved close to Kyle’s ear. As Glenn came he could have sworn he heard something perplexing come from the doll of Jake that sounded all too real. At first Glenn dismissed it as he basked in the afterglow.


        Then Glenn heard it again, this time from Kyle. In his hazy, recovering mind he searched for what the sound was. The answer came to him all at once; he was certain he had heard the words I love you whispered between his dolls. As his blurred vision returned to sharpness he studied them carefully, finding nothing but two inert corpses lying atop one another, their duties for the day fulfilled. Glenn never being one to jump to rash conclusions chalked it up to his imagination, though as he cleaned himself off he couldn’t shake the feeling in the back of his mind that he saw just a tiny spark of life in those two dolls that day.