Curly was so excited! He always loved spending the night with Uncle Sel while his folks were out of town on a vacation or out late on one of their monthly date nights. The shepsky cub had his face pressed against the window of the family sedan as his tail wagged slowly behind him, watching the houses in the neighborhood zip by. Eventually they pulled onto a side street and down to a cul-de-sac and into the driveway of a modest neutral beige painted house. Curly grabbed his overnight bag and his favorite plush, darting quickly out of the car and waiving goodbye to his parents after giving them each a kiss on the cheek. He rang the bell and as quickly as always Uncle Sel answered the door.

The handsome panther opened the door in only a pair of shorts, tone with sleek black fur and a dark gray chest. He always made Curly’s heart swoon, but he never understood why. Such confusing feelings for such a young boy. He wrapped his paws around Sel’s waist and hugged him tight, his head pressing into Sel’s stomach and taking a deep breath of his scent. He always smelled so masculine.

“Well its good to see you too kiddo” Sel chuckled and led Curly through the door as he waived his parents away. “Have you been a good boy and kept our grown up games a secret like I told you?” he whispered down at the cub once he was sure his parents were out of earshot.

“Of course I have Uncle Sel!” Curly replied, still glued around Sel

“That's what I thought little man, I know I can always count on you!” He ruffles the cubs headfur and leads him into the living room. “So I’ll tell you what. Since you’ve been so good and kept our secret we are going to play a really special game tonight. I think you’re ready. Did you make sure to say goodbye to mom and dad?”

Curly nodded and followed Sel into the room. He loved playing grown up games with Sel. The first couple times were full of plenty of tears and whimpering, but Sel was patient and persistent. Fitting all that panther cock, regardless of how much lube, into a young boy is an intense experience for both parties. He made sure to keep going until Curly was moaning and biting the pillow while he pressed back into that barbed cock, he was a nice guy like that. Pretty soon the cub was begging for it. Sel could barely keep up with the little guy, but all good things must come to an end and there was nothing quite as satisfying as a cub he was babysitting “going missing”. Sure he’d have to move again, but its all worth it for the thrill. The itch nothing else can scratch. 

Sel figured he should be kind to the boy. Not knowing his time was quickly coming to an end he decided to give the dog his ideal last day. Sel ordered Curly’s favorite pizza, played his favorite games (even the rated M ones!), and gave the cub the sweetest cuddles on the couch while they watched his favorite TV shows in his favorite blue onesie. Everything a cub could want on his last day, a real send off to be happy with, not that he knew it yet. The sun peaked and started to fall. Dawn turned to day and day turned to dusk as the two enjoyed the time of Curly’s life, but all good things must come to an end and Sel seeing it was approaching Curly’s bedtime figured it was as good a time as any to put him to bed one last time before he got to rest forever in some unmarked grave deep in some long forgotten place. Though he did always take pleasure in milking out one last load on top of the fresh grave before saying goodbye for good to his former “friends”.

“Alright buddy its time for bed.” Sel rubbed Curly’s ears as they dropped at the terrible news. This was the best day ever and he didn’t want it to end.

“But Uncle Selllllllllll just a little longer?” Curly asked

“No can do kiddo, but I’ll tell you what, how about we play that special game I told you about earlier? Would you like that?” Sel was petting down Curly’s back now and kissed him between the ears.

“YESSSSSSSSSS” Curly bounced off the couch, grabbed Sel by the arm, and grabbed his teddy. He never missed an opportunity to feel himself in Sel’s embrace. Sel had taught him “what a real man feels like” and he was hooked. His little heart fluttered in feelings he couldn’t find the words for and butterflies. The pair made the journey to Sel’s room they had many many times before. The two lovers got into bed as Curly snuggled up close to the large cat. Sel cupping Curly’s cheek in his hand and pulling the cub into a deep kiss. Tongue entering the cubs muzzle and Curly fell deeply into the one-sided kiss. Sucking that rough tongue, rubbing Sel’s firm chest and soft fur, gasping softly as Sel rubbed back more intimate areas. 

No words were needed as the two locked eyes. Sel moved to place a hand and apply some gentle downward pressure on the cubs head. Enough for Curly to know what he wanted and to know that it wasn't a suggestion. The cat kicked off his shorts and Curly moved down until he was eye level with the tool that had given the cub so much pleasure and pain this past year. He didn’t need any encouragement to lean in and start licking and kissing and loving the underside of that cock. Soft barbs scraping his tongue. He kissed that cock like he would a dear lover. That kind of wet sloppy kiss full of sucks and slurps and lip slapping. Just the way Uncle Sel had taught him. He knew he needed to show real men the respect they deserved. Sel had drilled that into him and it was a lesson he took to heart.

A gentle clearing of the throat from Sel told Curly it was time to open his muzzle fully and let him inside. Sel wasn’t someone you wanted to keep waiting…  Curly knew this. Those lips parted and his muzzle slowly sunk on that panther cock, suppressing a gag as he did as he was taught and took him all the way to the sheath. His nose pressing into Sel’s lap while he worked his tongue over those slowly raising barbs, working them over like the cat had shown him before. “Fuckkkkk” the panther moaned out “I’m really gonna miss that muzzle” His paw came down to hold Curly in place and gave a short firm thrust, entering his throat and cutting off his air. He hadn’t really introduced the cub to breathplay before, but seeing how the evening would be ending there was no harm in speedrunning a couple new kinks with the boy on his way out. 

Curly’s eyes watered as that cock head wedged itself past his defenses. He gagged and dry heaved, his body protesting the treatment, but that was the least of his concern. Soon he felt that need in his chest, the hunger to breathe, the burn. Paws that were formerly rubbing and massaging those beautiful thighs started to squeeze and push. Trying his best to push off to take a breath, but that strong paw held firm “Shhhhhhhh its okay Curly, just a few more seconds” he said to the boy between his legs. He did his best to comfort the cub with rubs between his ears while his body began to convulse with need.

“Three- two- one- andddddd off!” he brought his paw back just a bit. Only enough to let his cock head out of the cubs throat. Curly let out a choked gasp, air whistling around the shaft in his muzzle as he breathed deep. A breath full of need and panther musk filled his lungs. “Ready puppy? Lets go again” And with that he was plunged back into an airless world. The novelty of the sensation hadn’t worn off yet, but having only gotten one good breath in the struggle was certainly subdued. Within a few moments the boy was all tuckered out. Soft gagging and rustling of sheets filled the room. His arms and legs lacked coordination while they struggled against nothing in particular. 

After a few more moments Sel released his grip again, but this time completely. He grabbed Curly his arms and dragged the coughing and sputtering pup up to hold him close as he sobbed against his chest. Sure, Sel had forced some things on him before… but never like this. Even when Sel took his virginity it felt good after Sel gave him the time to adjust. He didn’t have that fuzzy feeling anymore. He was scared. He looked up and locked eyes with the panther and saw no remorse for the pain he had caused. 

“Uncle Sel” he sobbed “why did you do that?”

“Because it feels good” He gave the only answer that made sense with a shrug. The only one he needed to give as he pushed his muzzle against Curly’s once more. What was before a consensual makeout session turned into pushing and squirming. That same tongue was once again in his muzzle, but this time it had been forced in. He wanted to taste Curly’s fear. This was the moment he lived for. The betrayal. When a cub realizes their friend was never their friend. When they realize how foolish they’ve been. 

Sel broke the kiss and looked down at the shivering cub. “Curly I can honestly say you have been my favorite. If I could feel bad for anyone it would be for you, but I need this. Nothing you say or do will change what happens next. Just be a good boy and focus on the good feelings the best you can. I hear this next part can be uncomfortable”. Curly broke down at these words. Uncle Sel was supposed to be his friend… Ever since he entered his life they had been so close… but now he didn’t know what to think. He was almost numb as Sel spooned the cub and started to paw that hard red rocket. He wasn’t usually one for kindness, but he figured Curly deserved one last send off. He almost felt… sympathy?

Sel grabbed Curly’s favorite plush and pressed it to his chest “Hold on tight buddy. One last deep breath and don’t fight it.” He wrapped a paw over Curly’s muzzle and nose. Holding his mouth shut and blocking all air in the process. “MRPPPPFFFFF, RFFFFF!” the pup did his best to call for help, but only Sel would hear that beautiful end of life cry he sung out, taking it all in. Curly squeezed his arms tight around his toy and kicked his legs. Sel was savoring the struggling, Curly being far too weak to get away, it really got his blood pumping. He needed this and Curly was providing it at his expense. His paw kept stroking Curly’s cock, feeling it twitch and throb in his paw. He hoped Curly took his advice and tried to enjoy his paw, but really he’d have no way to know now. 

“Mpfff… mrffff… rrrrrr…” The fight left Curly fairly quick. Things started to get more quiet as he began to slow. Full blown kicks turned into fidgets and toe curls, hip bucking turned into soft thrusts into that warm, slick paw, and all that thrashing turned into a soft wiggle, almost like he was getting comfortable against Sel. Through all the struggle he kept his plush held tight for comfort. While other body parts lost strength his arms held firm. His puppy cock bumping against it and leaving a drop of pre here and there, a thin strand connecting him to his favorite stuffed animal. Those eyes, formerly held tightly closed opened lazily as if he was taking in the world one last time through tear filled eyes. 

“That's it puppy… don’t fight, just let go” he whispered into Curly’s ear. Being “nice” and trying to keep his young victim calm as he slowly ended his life. He drank in the little shakes and twitches along with the occasional full body shudder. This right here… the rush… the life leaving the body… this is what makes it all worth it. 

Curly was floating now, no longer feeling the burn, or the pain. It was serene in a way. Almost peaceful. All he felt was the warm pleasure coming from his lap. Sel was making him feel good… in a way what was left of Curly’s consciousness felt bad for doubting his friend. A bright light filled his vision as his whole body tingled. His loins were hot and with one last silent airless grunt he painted the bottom of his plush. His cock throbbed hard and two or three small spurts of clear seedless cum clung to the soft faux fur as his arms finally went slack and the toy flopped on its face. 

“Here ya go kiddo” Sel grabbed the toy off the bed and held it tight against Curly’s chest. “Good boys shouldn’t go to sleep without their friend in their arms” he kissed the top of the dying pups head as his eyes defocused. Sel cuddled up tight and kept the grip on his muzzle feeling his chest rising and falling with no reward and the soft shivering of a body shutting down.  he wrenched that neck around hard. He let out one last hard jerk and a soft death rattle. With that he was gone. “Goodnight Curly” He held the corpse close as he drifted off to a much much shorter sleep himself.