Sleeping with Mommy and Daddy by Horatio Husky

John crept into his parents room slowly, the young joey’s diaper crinkling softly as he neared their bed, picking mommy’s side to approach. “M-mommy?.. I-I had a bad dream, can I sleep with yous?”

  The young cub’s kitty mommy stirred and blinked sleepily “Huh? Oh, sure hunny, get between daddy and me, ok?”

  John let out a bit of a whimper and blushed in the dark “I-I wet mommy..”
  Britty just smiled and pinched the cubs cheek “That’s ok hunny, you have your padding on.”

 John let out a soft giggle and crawled into bed between his mommy and daddy, mommy scooted back and pressed her bottom against his soggy crotch and giggled a bit “My soggy boy..”

  A bit later Britty woke up to her cubby shaking her “Mommy?”
  “It’s ok hunny, just go in your padding, if you leak it’s ok” she mumbled sleepily.

  “N-no, mommy, it’s daddy, h-he’s holdin’ my tail and rubbing against me” John whimpered.

  Britty rolled over and felt John’s tail, sure enough daddy had a firm hold if it and, sliding her paw down, he was rubbing his foxhood against the cub’s padding. Britty giggled a bit as Vos let out a sleepy whimper wile she groped at his member “Looks like daddy thinks your sissy, and he needs to cums..”

  John whined softly and clung to Britty “M-mommy, what do I do?”
  Britty giggled a bit and pulled some lube out, squeezing some on a finger before slipping her paw in John’s padding and rubbing her little joey’s tailhole, making the cub whimper and cling tighter. “You gotta be a good boy and let daddy do what he needs to” with that she pulled her paw out of John’s padding and tugged it down, daddy instantly started grinding against the cub’s bare bottom.

  “I-i gotta?” John whimpered and tried to pull away, but daddy pulled him back firmly by his tail.

  “That’s right hunny, daddy’s not going to let go till he’s done. I’m here hunny, just relax” Britty gripped daddy’s foxhood and rubbed lube on it, eliciting whines from him.

  “B-but.. I dun wanna mommy..” John whined louder, trying to pull away still.
  Britty kissed her cubs nose “Shh hunny..” Britty pressed daddy’s tip against John’s tailhole and daddy began to try and hump. 

  John whimpered desperately and tried to squirm away, but mommy slowly let daddy hump into him. John yipped and clung to mommy as daddy’s tip pushed into him, then quickly sank deeper and deeper.

 John started to cry and struggled more “Nooo m-mommy, p-please?”
  Britty took her free paw, which she had buried in her panties and put the two fingers that she had slipped inside her cunny into the cub’s muzzle “Just suckle hunny.”

 John shook his head and cried a bit more before submitting and quickly suckling greedily, as daddy pushed deeper into him.

 “Good boy, just let daddy do what he needs to..” Britty coaxed
 John squirmed and struggled less as he suckled his mommy’s juices off her fingers. Vos moaned softy in his sleep as he quickly made the cub take it all.
  “There. Now that’s not too bad, is it?” Britty asked, taking the fingers from her cub’s muzzle and burying them back in her panties.

  John sniffed and buried his muzzle between her breasts mumbling “How long?” he asked in a soft whine.

  Britty murred and kissed the cubs head “He usually doesn’t take too long. Push back like a good boy, show daddy you want it.”

  John cried softly but began to press back against daddy’s thrusts.
  Britty pulled her night shirt up and offered the cub her breast and John began to suckle it “That’s mommy’s good boy” and shivered in pleasure, her panties getting soaked as she watched.

  John let go of the breast and whimpered again “D-daddy finish soon?” 
  “Yes, baby, just keep pushing back” she soothed and put her breast back in the cubs muzzle. If her little cub keeps pushing back like that soon enough daddy’s gonna bury his knot..

  John continues to suckle on his mommy’s breast and push back against daddy’s thrusts, crying softly and whimpering uncomfortably when suddenly he let out a loud yip and begin struggling again as daddy suddenly pulled the cub back hard by his tail and forced his knot inside “M-mommy, g-get it outtt” the cub whined painfully.

  Britty bit her lip and bucked against her paw letting out a soft whine as she came, knowing her husband just tied into their little boy “Shh, shh, hunny” she tried to sooth, still shivering from her orgasm “L-looks like daddy decided to tie you like a good girl” and offered her fingers to the cub again.

  John whined desperately and continued to try and pull away even though he knew from watching with mommy that when daddy ties the girl she can’t pull off “I-I dun wanna be a-a girl mommy..” the cub pleaded, shaking his head and trying to resist the sweet smell on mommy’s fingers.

  “Well that’s just to bad” Britty said matter-of-factually and forced the fingers into the cub’s muzzle “you’re gonna have to be a good girl for daddy now, but you can still be a good boy for mommy.” she said before rubbing the front of the cub’s soggy diaper.

  John squirmed and struggled less as he suckled mommy’s juice off her fingers and let out a confused whine of pleasure and discomfort as his roohood hardened in his padding.

  “That’s it baby, just suckle and think about what mommy’s doing ok?” Britty said as she moved her paw into the cub’s padding, beginning to stroke the roo’s wet member.

  John just nodded feebly and suckled. Knowing mommy’s touch on his roohood, John expected to be squirting in his used padding soon, but suddenly she stopped and pulled the paw from his padding. Suddenly John was reminded that his daddy was still humping into his tail, trying to get deeper still “D-dun stop mommy, p-please” he whined desperately.

  “It’s ok baby” Britty coos as she rolls over and presses back against the cub’s crotch “mommy’s gonna do something special for you since you’re being such a good girl for daddy” she said as she reaches back and pulls the cubs diaper down in the front also. Britty maneuvers John’s roohood between her legs and pulls her soaking panties to the side, lining up his tip with her entrance and presses back, quickly taking all of her son inside her “T-there hunny..”

  John let out a whimper of pleasure and clung to his mommy as she began to grind back against him, almost making the cub forget the feeling in his bottom “T-this feels nice m-mommy” the cub stammered.

  “Uh-huh” Britty giggled and moved a paw back to her clit “Now im’a go real slow, you just tell me when daddy cums ok? It’ll feel like his knot is throbbing in you.” she said as slowly began to grind back, making her cub slip in and out of her hot folds.
  The little cub groaned in pleasure, letting a soft whine out every so often as daddy gave a ruff buck. John kissed his mothers neck and panted softly as he began to hump up into her, eliciting whines of pleasure from daddy as he tugged on the knot “M-mommy, I-I think I’m gonna squirts..”

  Britty just shivered in pleasure and let the little joey take over “That’s a good boy, give it to mommy.”

  John bit down on his mother’s neck and let out a soft whimper of pleasure as he suddenly came, trying to pull his mother back and bury as deep as he could, when suddenly daddy bucked hard, causing the cub to cry out as his father began to cum also “Mommmmy, d-daddy’s fillin’ me..” the cub whined out in mixed pleasure and discomfort.

  That was enough to send Britty over. She let out a loud moan as she came hard, grinding back, milking her joey as she tightened around him and shuddered in pleasure “G-good boy” she managed to stammer in between pants.
  Daddy finally lets go of the cub’s tail and John holds Britty’s hips, keeping buried deep, enjoying the afterglow. “T-thank you mommy.”

  Britty giggled, content to stay with her cub inside her and nodded “Uh-huh, I think you should have late-night accidents more often.” she said and giggled “Is daddy filling your bottom full?”

  John nodded with a shy whimper “Feels funny, b-but not bad..” he added, wiggling a bit uncertainly.

  Britty wiggled back against the cub happily “You’ll get used to it. Just remember, you get to be mommy’s big boy, but if daddy needs it, you gotta be daddy’s good girl.”

  John let out a soft whimper, realizing he was going to have to start lifting tail for daddy “Y-yes mommy.” he said obediently.

  “That’s my good boy, now go ahead and sleep hunny, daddy should finish filling you soon.”

  John nodded and squeezed his mother “O-ok mommy.”

A Messy Situation By Horatio Husky

Angello’s heart pounded as he looked down, almost in slow motion, at the red solo cup he had just drunk from. The sounds of the party seemed to fade away as the sound of the ocean filled his ears. The room spun, he remembered losing his balance, and then nothing. He came to slowly, blearily opening his eyes to see wooden bars above him. “That’s odd.” the fox thought to himself, “I don’t remember installing those above my bed.” He shifted, and realized that he couldn’t move his arms. The fox twisted his head up and squinted, his vision still a little blurry, and realized that his hands were strapped into the corners of the bed he was lying on. He tugged a little at the restraints to no avail. “What’s going on here?” he thought to himself, as he looked around him. His eyes zeroed on what was wrapped around his thighs. His eyes grew wide as he realized that he was in a thick diaper, and to his surprise and mild horror that it was slightly damp.

His heart began to pound as things were beginning to click into place. Somebody must have spiked his drink, somebody must have kidnapped him, somebody must have placed him in what now he realized was a crib with a top over and most importantly somebody had put him in a diaper! As his vision finally snapped into focus, he also noticed that in the corner of the room a CCTV camera had its watchful eye trained on him, he squinted at it, and was about to say something when the door at the other end of the room opened. Padding on soft legs, and being followed by a large, striped tail, an anthropomorphic skunk glided into the room humming cheerfully. The skunk deposited something that he was carrying in a high chair below the camera which Angelo hadn’t spotted yet and turned around to face him. “Good morning sleepy head!” the skunk chimed, as he padded over and began to unlock the crib. “You must be pretty hungry after such a long sleep!” The fox was about to protest at being forcibly kidnapped when the skunk shoved a pacifier into the fox’s open maw and swiftly buckled it in place at the back of his head. “Oh we’re not ready for big boy words quite yet!” he said, as he unstrapped his arms from the restraints and hoisted the poor, teal fox onto his hip.

Still rather woozy from whatever the skunk had put in his drink, the fox’s head whirled as the skunk strode over to a rather sizable highchair and deposited him in it. Before the fox could properly react the skunk had strapped his ankles and wrists to the highchair and slide in the tray, completely preventing the fox from leaving his predicament. “Now let’s put that diaper to use! Shall we?” the skunk stated, as he unscrewed the lid which Angelo could barely make out labeled as, “Baked Beans.” The fox’s stomach growled and he began to salivate. Although he was quite upset at the situation he was forcibly placed into he was quite famished and was beginning to drool a little as the skunk placed a bib on his chest, undid the pacifier gag, and picked out a spoonful out of the jar of beans. “Here comes to the choo-choo train!” the skunk exclaimed with glee, as he used his free hand to pinch the fox’s nose and pushed the unwilling fox’s maw open and inserted the beans.

The skunk continued to shovel beans into Angelo’s foxes mouth barely giving him enough time to swallow before the next addition of beans was delivered to the still ravenous fox. After a few minutes, the fox had finished the jar and was beginning to get thirsty. The skunk, almost as if he had read the fox’s mind, produced a large bottle of what Angelo realized was warm milk. Putting the bottle into the foxes mouth, he held it there as the fox gulped mouthful after mouthful of warm, honey-sweetened milk. Just as he thought his stomach was going to burst the bottle ran dry and the skunk removed it from Angelo’s lips. Smiling, the skunk popped the pacifier gag back into the fox’s mouth, rebuckled it, and stood back placing his hands on his hips to admire his handiwork. The fox stared at him, panting through the gag and feeling bloated after the large amount of food he had consumed.

Soon the bloated feeling turned into cramps, and Angelo realized that his tush was beginning to signal that it was going to let loose. Fox fought and strained against the restraints but to no avail. The cramps worsened and the skunk only watched on coily as the fox struggled to keep his bowels in check. The fox let out a large burst of gas and his face flushed with red, thoroughly embarrassed. “The milk must have been spiked as well!” was the last thought that ran through the fox’s mind before the seat of his waiting diaper began to violently fill with his mess. His behind pulsed as his bowels relinquished his previous day’s food into his waiting diaper. He sweated and panted as everything came out, creating a mess in his diaper. He wet during the process as well, and realized that he had just thoroughly used his diaper like an infant in front of the skunk, and he had almost no control of it.

Grinning, the skunk undid the straps on the highchair and lifted the poor, slightly smelly fox out of the highchair. With strong hands the skunk took him over to a changing table and once again incapacitated the fox by strapping him in. Angelo whined, feeling uncomfortable and scared at being handled so easily by the skunk. Placing a hand on the fox’s messy behind the skunk began rubbing the fox’s hot mess around. Pressing it against him, a constant reminder of the infantile state that he was in. Angelo felt utterly helpless as the skunk began to coo and speak in baby-talk to the fox as he rubbed the mess in his diaper, the fox blushed and ducked his head away from the skunk, utterly humiliated by him. Slow and definitively the skunk began to change his diaper, cleaning up his mess and taking great care to oil the fox up and cover him with baby powder. The fox shivered a little bit, as he was wiped up and cleaned. Rediapering him, the skunk undid the restraints once again and lifted the fox backup to his hip. “Time to meet the others!” he sang as they strode out of the room.”

As they walked through the house Angelo heard voices, and turning a corner into a room was surprised to see three other figures in what seemed to be a child’s playroom. A pink dragoness dressed in a onesie wearing a large diaper and gnawing on a teething ring, a fox dressed in a frilly lace dress that did a poor job of covering the thick padding that he was also wrapped in, and a rabbit who was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, but still had the obvious bulge of a diaper with its plastic peeking through the top of his shorts all sat in around in the playroom. “Kids, say hello to your new brother! Angelo!” The three turned from what they were doing to stare at the teal fox, who felt extremely self-conscious. The skunk pointed to each individual stating their names, “The little baby dragoness over there is named Jezebel, the pretty princess fox is named Penelope, and Mr. Big-Boy himself is named Harold.” The rabbit, who the skunk referred to as ‘Mr. Big-Boy’ crossed his arms and smirked at Angelo, revealing his large front teeth as he did so. The dragoness had by this point lost interest and had returned to gnawing enthusiastically on the teething ring. Only the fox, named Penelope, seemed to be showing any signs of friendliness towards Angelo. The skunk set the teal fox down on the ground, stated in a sing-song tune, “Play nice,” and swiftly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Now that the skunk had departed, the three adult babies turned around and peered at the fox, who began to feel even more self-conscious than he had previously. Standing up, the rabbit strode over to the fox and towered over him, his arms cross, with the top plastic frills of his diaper just peeking over his shorts. “Looks like I’ve got a new younger brother!” he proclaimed, his voice overly sweet as his grinned at Angelo, like a shark does at a minnow its about to swallow. The fox splayed his ears back and found himself unable to control a slight whimper coming from his maw. The fox that the skunk had dubbed as Penelope also stood up and walked over, he smiled at Angelo before turning with an irritated expression to Harold and poked him in the cheek, much to Harold’s annoyance. “Don’t be mean to him just because he’s new! Just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you have to be so bossy.” The rabbit in reply just stuck his pink tongue out at Penelope, before turning and walking over to a plastic kiddie table and grabbing something out from it. By this time Jezebel, the youngest of the three, had crawled over to see what was about to occur. The rabbit turned around and strode back holding in his arms a large baby bottle and various babyish restraints. He instructed the others to grab Angelo’s arms, which they did so obediently with surprising ability.

Angelo struggled but to no use, the rabbit placed mittens over his paws, booties over his foot paws, and threw a onesie over his head. Jezebel and Penelope turned him over as the rabbit fastened the bottom of the onesie with a click, which Angelo realized must have meant that the onesie couldn’t be taken off without access to a lock. He squirmed but no longer struggled as much as he did previously, untying the pacifier gag from him Harold promptly inserted the nipple of the bottle into the unwilling maw of Angelo who, once again, was forced to drink from a baby bottle until his stomach began to ache with how bloated he felt. At last he finished his second bottle of the day, and before he could even whimper was once again gagged by Harold. The three picked the poor fox up, and hoisted him over to an enormous play pen in the corner of the room where they began to strap him into restraints, each leading to a corner of the playpen splaying his limbs out in all directions. They all looked down on him, unable to move and soon, he knew, unable to control his bladder and bowels.

Harold reached down with a paw and began to rub the front of the fox’s diaper, his cotton tail twitching with glee as he did so. Angelo moaned with embarrassment and, to his surprise, a degree of pleasure as the rabbit pushed the thick padding around his diaper area. Before he knew it Angelo began to feel cramps in his midsection, and he grimaced as the discomfort shot through him, Penelope giggled, and Jezebel out right laughed with glee as Angelo let out a fart, muffled by his thick padding. Angelo tried his best, but once again whatever was in the bottle he had just been forced to drink did its work, and he began to heavily wet and mess his diaper. Harold cooed and spoke baby talk to Angelo, mockingly consoling him for being unable to hold it. Giving his diaper once last rub, the three adult babies gathered themselves up, and left the playpen. Jezebel shut the gate behind her, and waved bye-bye to Angelo, who was left strapped with his dirty diaper and his own thoughts in the play pen. Angelo’s cramps began to subside, and he panted through the pacifier gag. He felt utterly exhausted. Faintly pulling at the restraintings grasping his limbs, he found that his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, and before he knew it the fox had fallen fast asleep, like a little baby in his soiled diapers.

Jack meets a Wolf by Zane Lewis

As a young boy, Jack had always loved the night. It’s secret darkness, it’s never seen sounds. Now, all of 16, he was walking along a moonlit path, enjoying himself. Jack knew he should be returning to camp, but just a few minutes more of this wonderful solitude…. A noise?! Jack turned, and peered up the path. Nothing there, must have been a deer. He scanned the clearing before him…. He laughed and hugged himself in youthful exuberance. `Mom always did complain about my imagination’, he thought, sitting on a rock.

As much as he would like to stay longer, Jack knew he would be missed. It was half-past nine now, and it was a good 5 miles back to camp. There was that noise again… Jack got up, and saw seven feet of the biggest, shaggiest something materialize out of the woods. It grinned, and way too many teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “Don’t ye know what happens to little boys, who go out in the wood, in the night? They get eaten by big, bad, wolves…. ” The half growl/half chuckle, sent a shiver up his spine. Jack’s mind refused to work. He stood, as dumfounded as a deer blinded by car lights, as it loped towards him. Only when it was close enough for Jack to plainly see it’s all-too human eyes, did his body break out of it’s slumber.

The young man turned, and ran. Faster than he had ever run before. Not heeding branches, or shrubs, or roots… No, No! This can’t be happening. But it was. He tripped, and fell. A hand-paw latched itself onto his ankle. Jack would have screamed, but his vocal cords refused to obey their terrified master. Another one grabbed his pants leg. Jack frantically pulled at his belt buckle, then his pants, and zipper. He jerked forward, just as the monster tugged, and was propelled flat on his face, his shorts pooled around his ankles. Jack kicked them off, and ran, giggling madly, as he looked over his shoulder at a werewolf who was wearing a pair of jockey shorts, one ear sticking out of a leg hole.

The boy ran, and ran, until he couldn’t run anymore. He stood, bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. His shirt stuck to his sweaty body… Like a bad nightmare, his mind refused to dwell on it had seen. The boy leaned against a tree, trying to re-gather his breath, and work out a stitch in his side… A large furry paw clamped hard on the back of his neck, and Jack found himself lifted in the air, unable to even open his mouth. Paralyzed with fear and exhaustion, he could only wait, helpless. While one paw held him easily, the other ran itself across his body, feeling him up through the soaked shirt. Something warm, and wet rubbed itself against the small of his back, and ran down one butt-cheek, leaving a sticky trail. ‘What the Hell?!?’ thought Jack, ‘If it is going to kill me, why not get on with it..’ But this creature had other plans! The werewolf tossed him onto the soft grass, then it lay on top of the squirming teen. He felt it’s furry body press against his back and something pointed pressed against the valley of his buttocks.

Then three things happened almost at the same time; The hand that held his neck, clamped itself across his mouth, the other paw dug cruelly into one thigh, and the pointed stick that was poking around his neither end, grew into a sharpened telephone pole, as it plowed a furrow in his butt flesh, and forged a passage up into his bowels. His anus clamped tightly around the slick intruder, as Jack screamed into the furred spider, that enveloped his face. The creature snarled in his ear, then it jerked him up, getting up on the balls of it’s feet, knees on either side of his thighs. Now both paws pulled the boy’s ass back, until it’s mammoth cock was fully buried, his butt pressed into the furred groin, and it’s balls rubbed his. Then it shoved forward, pressing Jack’s knees into the ground, putting him in the “doggy” position. It rested a moment enjoying the sensation, then yanked half the length of it’s bloodied cock out, and digging both paws cruelly into the boy’s chest, claws raking his nipples, it howled, and slammed in to the hilt. Again, and again, it’s hairy hips compressed his rear, a voice full of gravel snarling in his ears, paws roaming across his body. Even though this had gone on for only a few minutes, Jack thought he was going to die. The pain was too great… But young men are nothing if not pliable, and his body got used to the intruder.

Tendrils of feeling weaved a complicated pattern across his brain. Waves of pain intertwined with pleasure made Jack shake his head. There was a third feeling… something like a cobweb. There, but not-there. Jack wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his erection, the man or the wolf. A paw encircled it, moving slowly at first, then faster, masturbating the boy with equal, but opposite oscillations. A snarl of lust rippled from Jack’s lips, and he bowed his back, thrusting back at the animal. The youth didn’t believe it! He was actually enjoying this!! It suddenly stopped. `Don’t stop now, dammit!’, he thought, twisting his head sideways, to look at his tormentor. The creature grinned at him, then lifted him like a stick-doll. Grabbing one of his legs, the Werewolf spun the young man on it’s cock, so they were now face to face. “I told ya some big, bad, wolf was gonna eat ya!” Jack didn’t feel the ground, even though the monster slammed his shoulders into it. Nor did he notice ten claws digging deeply into his buttocks.

The human’s entire being consisted of eight inches of purple-red flesh, which was getting licked upon, nibbled at, and vigorously sucked upon. Jack was sure he was going to be torn in two, and he didn’t care. A silent tree fell on him… The boy babbled, and dug his fingers in the grass, as the first orgasm of his young life ripped through his neural passages. His cock rippled, then spurted into a cavernous maw that threatened to suck everything down to his shoes into it. He rolled his head, anus squeezing on the hilt of the gigantic dick buried in him, and body contorting, trying simultaneously to pull the animal’s groin up to it’s tail into his ass, and shove everything between his chest and his knees into it’s muzzle. The huge cock swelled, then bucked, as cum poured into the still moaning teen, which triggered a second wave, which engulfed Jack in warm darkness, even as the creature pressed it’s salivating muzzle against his yelping mouth in a lewd kiss…. He awoke, in his tent. What a weird dream! As soon as he moved, aching ass-muscles, a ripped shirt, and a taste most indescribable, told the young man otherwise. All that day, he wondered about it. And couldn’t find any answers…

The moon found him once again sitting on the rock by the lake. This time when he heard the growl, he stood quietly, and waited. The monster appeared in the woods, and moved slowly towards him. Jack broke out in a sweat. Part of him wanted to run away, part of him wanted to run towards the beast. But, he chewed on his lip, and waited. When it was a few feet in front of him, it stood up. The Werewolf was covered with fur that gleamed golden in the moon’s light. He barely came up to it’s huge chest. It snarled low, then walked forward, and grabbed his shoulder. “So human,” the creature grinned down at him, “you liked last night, and want more…” Jack nodded, not sure about anything, except his cock was getting hard, and the scent of the monster was making him dizzy. It growled and lifting his shirt, ran calloused paws across his hairless chest. It went down to it’s knees, and Jack dropped the shirt beside him. A wet nose pressed against one nipple, making it hard and the boy squirm. Then a warm tongue slid across it. The other one was being pawed at. Then mouth and paw exchanged breasts.

Jack moaned, as the tongue lapped it’s way downward. The paws rubbed his crotch, then deftly opened the belt, and pants, dropping the cloth to puddle around the teenager’s ankles. Now, the furred appendages rubbed his aching erection, and thumbs sliding under the waistband, pushed his underwear downward. The tongue left a sticky trail down the boy’s crotch, and teased his testicles. Jack caressed the hairy arms, while paws dug into his butt again. He grunted through clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to beg the monster to move the organ of taste that was flicking with abandon on his flesh, upwards. The nostrils quivered, as a drop of pre-cum squeezed it’s way out of the tortured cock.

A paw detached itself from the young man’s buttocks, and smeared the sticky fluid across it’s thin, rubbery lips. Jack moaned, the tongue both cleaning off the seeping tip, and it’s snout. After what seemed like an eternity, the mouth opened, and Jack yelped, as the horny creature pulled his maleness in, suction alone pulling it across the teeth. The doggish nose pressed into his crotch, drool ran warmly down his balls, while the tongue squashed it’s prisoner against the roof of a muscular mouth. Now, both paws ran up his sides, and played with the teenager’s chest, while the tongue rolled Jack’s organ around like a cigar. He gasped, and pumped his hips. Ecstasy made his breath come in pants, his hands tremble, and his legs jerk, as he fucked that wonderful muzzle. Boy turned into animal.. He tossed back his head and snarled, balls contracting, as the wildfire of orgasm swept though his system. Jack came back to reality, and found both hands holding onto the Werewolf’s skull with a death-grip.

But, instead of minding, the monster was trying to coax still more ejaculate out of the drained testicles. He gasped, shuddering, as the tongue rasped at the very-sensitive underside of his cock-tip. The monster finally let the limp dick slide out, then patted it. Jack sighed. He tried to psych himself up to receive another buggering. Instead, the monster took his hand and placed it on the thick pole jutting between it’s legs. He could feel it throbbing under his palm. He had never seen so big a dick before… For that matter, except for a few curious glimpses in the school showers, he had never seen another cock before. Fascinated, he closed his fingers around the flesh, letting then slowly slide down, then back. He thrilled, when it expanded in his hand, and the creature moaned. It lay on the ground, and let the young man do whatever he liked..

Trembling with lust, Jack used both hands to stroke on the thick maleness. From the dark reddish tip, to the brown sheath, he jerked on it. Eyes glued to the tip, he watched the slit open and seminal fluid trickled down the shaft, and across the back of his hand. Without thinking, he licked it off. A strange, wonderful taste assailed his tongue. This time, as the monster moaned, he gingerly licked on the seeping cock-head. All the Werewolf did was drag it’s claws through the grass, and groan, so he lapped it clean. Before the young man really knew what he was doing, Jack opened his mouth wide, and let the bulbous end rest on his tongue. It grew, and more of the stuff ran down into his mouth. He swallowed. The suction pulled another inch into his crowded oral cavity.

The creature howled softly, as the human continued frigging on his erection, lapping with abandon on the thick maleness. Jack felt the hugeness throb, and the tip swelled so big, it pried his jaws apart. Then something warm and sticky splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed, hands still busy pulling on the thick skin. More of the stuff poured into his mouth. Jack suddenly wanted a taste of it. He pulled his head back, until just the bulbous tip was collared by his teeth. Nothing happened for a moment. Impatient, the young man gnawed on the fleshy cock-head. The monster shuddered, and thrust his hips up. Cum poured across the teenager’s tongue. Jack found he liked the sweet/salty flavor, and sucked harder, wanting more. But, even a Werewolf’s balls aren’t bottomless..

With one last heave of it’s loins, it gave up the last dregs of it’s lust to the youth who still wasn’t satisfied. At last, finding out that no matter what he did, there was no more of the elixir forthcoming, Jack let the piece of flesh drop out of his mouth. Now, his own cock demanded attention. He knelt on a furry chest, and shoved his erection at the hoary snout. A pinkish tongue lapped eagerly on the flesh, making him moan. Claws, stained with grass and dirt, rubbed his smooth buttocks. He grinned, as the mouth opened invitingly, reminding him of a crocodile. The youth jacked hard and fast on his meat, wanting to blow his wad all over the ‘doggy’. All too soon, the itch built under his balls. Jack growled, eyes slitted, as cum spurted out and into the waiting maw. Ejaculate ran down it’s tongue, pooled inside it’s jaws, was swallowed, even while another spurt turned the roof of it’s mouth into a sticky mess.

When the flood turned into a trickle, the monster pulled Jack closer, and clamped it’s teeth around his cock-head. All he could do was yell, and twist in an iron grip, as the Werewolf taught him about Butterfly-kissing, and long, slow licks, making sure his testicles were as empty as it’s own were. It swallowed one last time, and let the exhausted boy get up off of it, but not before planting a wet kiss on his shriveled ball-sack. The teen went down to the water and washed himself off on the cool water. When he turned around, the beast was gone. Jack collected his clothes, and made his way back to camp.

The next day he decided to take the Nature Hike. He got into a good, strong shirt, Levi’s, and a pair of walking shoes. But, when he got to the meeting place, he found himself alone. “Well, at least one of you is interested in Nature… ” The gruff voice came from behind him. He turned around, to stare into a very familiar pair of Green-Gray eyes. The smile broadened, showing canines just a bit too long. Jack returned the grin. This may turn out to be an interesting summer after all!

The End

Brother Fox by though-the-movies


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