Basil sighed as he entered his apartment. The cat kemonomimi had had a long day at work, helping thankless customers shopping at the mall never meant things would be easy. Of course, working at a department store frequented by slimy guys coming to buy gifts for their wives and mistresses or wives trying to burn through their husbands money before the divorce hit meant it was never the highest caliber of people coming through. A squirming in his pants reminded him of something, the cat kicked off his shoes and dumped his stuff by the doorway before reaching into his pants to pull out a tiny 3 inch tall wolf, soaked in catboy ball sweat. Basil had stolen a shrink ray from some nerd friend, a feat that wasn’t too hard after “accidentally” waving your fat ass in front of their face. He had thus far been pretty conservative about using it, keeping it around for creeps who got too handsy or customers who got too rowdy. This wolf was the latter.
 
 
The wolf had been treating a few people like crap, insulting or demanding, being a general sleeze with the girls. Basil’s final straw had come when the wolf realized the cat was a boy, something his effeminate features drew confusion from, and the mangy mutt had called him a ‘fucking fag’ then had the gall to snap his fingers at the cat to demand him to grab a piece of jewelry. Shrinking the wolf wasn’t that hard, really. The catboy made an excuse to go on lunch and followed the asshole until he was in a blindspot in the store. Once the wolf shrunk Basil stomped up, smirking down at the creature.
 
 
“It’s not gay if it’s giant.” The cat teased as he dropped the wolf into his pants kicking and screaming, the little furry bastard dropping on top of his clean shaven flaccid cock. The catboy spent the rest of the day hiding his half chub, eventually having to adjust the wolf to be pressed against his balls. While Basil was usually a clean person, a day at work tended to get him all sweaty, and he could only imagine the waterboarding torture the wolf was going through in his pants.
 
 
Now that he was home he pulled the wolf out, looking at the wolf who was soaked in his sweat and musk. The cat smirked. “Now you smell like a real man.” He teased as he walked to his couch, ignoring the wolf who was yelling and arguing in his hand. The cat plopped himself down on his couch and held the wolf in his hand, looking down at him. The cat reached a finger and rubbed the wolf’s head, petting him roughly. The angry man bit the cat, who pulled his finger back. “Little bastard.” The cat dropped the wolf, who landed with a thud on the ground. The cat slipped off one of his dress shoes, the area between his feet rose in heat as a smell settled on the area. The wolf choked as the cat held a black socked foot over him, wiggling his toes as he dropped a foot on him.
 
 
The wolf was unharmed, but the unpleasant smell of feet filled his nose as the sweaty lithe foot of the femboy held him in place. “Guys like you are just dirt under my feet.” The cat mocked as he wiggled his toes again, two of the plump appendages poking at the fighting wolf’s face. The cat kicked off his other shoe and held both socked feet over the wolf, trapping him under his sweaty feet. A day of hard work in such stuffy shoes tended to bake them, and they certainly didn’t smell like a pie. The wolf stopped struggling eventually, the cat frowned but knew that was inevitable. Once they realized they were trapped they all did. Gripping the tiny wolf between his toes, the cat used his foot to bring the wolf to his hand.
 
 
The cat looked down at the wolf, soaked to the bone in femboy sweat. He looked pathetic. “Why’d you stop struggling?” The cat asked as he brought the wolf to his face, the smell of his own sweat overpowering any traces of the wolf’s own pheromones. “I wonder what your wife would think of seeing you being dominated by a ‘fucking fag’.” The cat teased as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling down his pants, pulling out his cock. The cock, even at half mast, was taller than the wolf. Basil measured. The little wolf was forced against the hot cock of the catboy, the scent of musk and sweat strong, especially for the wolf who could smell every bit of catboy stink. Even though he had showered that morning the cat had worked up quite the sweat in his slacks and panties all day.
 
 
“What’s your little red rocket look like, puppy dog?” The cat asked as he reached down, poking at the tiny sheath of the wolf. No matter how much the older wolf tried to fight back, the cat overpowered him without even trying. The cat rubbed his sheath, and the wolf’s cock started to grow. “Aw, it’s pathetic!” Even if the wolf was full sized Basil’s 7 inch member would have outmatched it. The cat pressed the wolf against his cock, stroking the fighting man against it lazily as the cat pulled out his phone. “Smile!” The catboy purred as he put the giant phone in front of the wolf, snapping a picture of the man against his cut cock. The cat stroked lazily for a few minutes, edging himself as the wolf was held firm against the member no matter how hard he struggled.
 
 
Basil grabbed the wolf and brought him back to his face, washing his hot breath over the wolf as he built up some saliva in his mouth. The tiny wolf was helpless in front of the plump lips of the cat, he got a glimpse of the pink tongue and sharp teeth as the cat drooled spit all over the tiny wolf. The catboy sat up, pulling his pants all the way off as he presented his ass. The wolf was held firm in the cat’s hand as he looked up at the building sized cheeks. The spare hand of the cat reached back and played with the doughy masses of chub, squeezing and shaking them a bit before the cat spread himself more.
 
 
The wolf got a full view of the rear, the plump, flexxing asshole between the cheeks, and even the glimpses of the dangling smooth nuts of the cat which seemed forever away. The wolf yelled, fighting and squirming harder than ever before. “Mm, that’s more like that. Keep that up puppy.” The cat purred as he pressed the muzzle of the wolf to his asshole. The sweaty ass cheeks of the cat helped lube up his ass, the spit covered wolf pressed against his hole that flexed, eager to swallow up its prey. The wolf begged the cat to let him go, his pleas falling on deaf ears as the plump asshole of the cat started to take in the wolf. First his head, then his shoulders, and then when the wolf was about halfway down the cat let go, letting his asshole keep sucking him up as the cat stroked his cock.
 
 
Basil moaned and bit one of his pillows as the tiny body of the wolf squirmed in his ass. “Oh fuck me, you feel great.” The cat moaned as the wolf was up to his ankles in catboy ass. The wolf thrashed, hitting the walls of the rectum as the cat returned his finger to his ass, simply pressing the feet of the wolf in, trapping him in that tight ass as the cat kept stroking himself. Basil moaned as gripped his cock as he blasted his own load all over his couch, the cat panting as he fell back onto his ass.
 
 
Basil grabbed a tissue to wipe up his mess before getting up and dropping the tissue in the trash, turning to look for something to eat as he enjoyed his night like it was any other. He would let the squirming wolf out of his ass out in a bit if he remembered, but the chances of him remembering before the wolf met his maker were unlikely.