Rothman stared at the cock and its dripping load, some part of him was weighing up if life as a Squirrel man would be that bad, part of him wanted that cock so bad, wanted it thrust up his ass………and part of him was screaming for him to fight, to get out, resist.
Anton was rubbing his hands across Rothmans back and sliding his cock along the top part of his ass growling softly to himself. Mac had been right to change him this was going to be soooo good. Pay me crap will you he thought as he began to spread Rothmans buns apart. One clawed thumb pried the little pink pluckered hole open, good thing I've got a bone in it now. He thought. I'd never be able to get in that tight tiny little thing otherwise.
A soft ‘ping’ interrupted them as the lift stopped at its floor. The doors slid smoothly open, and before them stood a man Rothman could not see too well. Then suddenly everything was a blur of action, the man was roaring something. Mr Dace right hand drew his sidearm, even as his left swung up a gas operated tranq gun. Suspending on a shoulder strap across his chest.
Leaping straight up Anton managed to avoid the first two darts as they were fired in rapid session. Catching his clawed finger on the elevator ceiling, Anton ripped the metal screen away with one hand. Then shimmied throught the narrow escape hatch as three more darts flew after him. His long fluffy tail saved his ass as it swepted them aside. Quickly he ran across the elevator roof and leaped away intwo the darkness.....