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"Alright everyone! That's us for today. Come back tomorrow, okay?"

The teenagers begrudgingly got to their feet and began to disperse. It was 6pm, and the winter nights outside were getting darker faster. It was already pitch black, and many young teens had homes to get to. The doors to the local youth hall swung open and the teenagers began to spill out, heading in their own separate directions. Some together, some on their own.

The youth hall was a means to get the teenagers off the streets after school, a deterrent from a life of potential delinquency and crime, to give them some order and structure in what was a chaotic time. Whilst most of the cubs had left, a number of them remained, lingering for just a little longer before they had to go.

Amongst them was a young white fox, arguably one of the youngest in the entire group at 12 years of age. He attended the youth hall almost daily and rarely skipped a day. He was well known amongst the adult faculty who ran the various activities, and he often stayed behind to speak to a few of them before he left. His slender twin tails made him distinctive amongst the various boys, but that also garnered him unwanted attention from those above his age.

One boy, in particular, always had both a fascination and a loathing for the 12 year old, who seemed to be too outwardly friendly, too liked to be in the youth hall. Most of the teens here were not here by choice; the majority of them were ordered by their social workers, or their parents, to attend the club in the hopes it might straighten out their rowdy, rebellious behaviour. Whilst it helped to curb some of the lesser teenagers who were already leaning into their later years, some of them were just too set in their ways. For Logan, 'set in his ways' was an understatement.

He was a bitter, sour canine, a mutt with an unknown subspecies. At 16 years of age, he hated everyone and everything. He was shunned by his parents, shunned by the government, and very rarely made friends. Because of that, he was always alone, and being alone made him angry. That anger made him unlikable, and his life became a perpetual cycle. He'd been attending the youth hall for a year or so now and his behaviour hadn't changed; sure, he'd grown used to taking part in the activities and knew better than to refuse or protest, but it didn't make him a better person. If anything, it made him worse.

The young fox in particular was the source of his annoyance. Etis, they called him. A happy-go-lucky, overly friendly 12 year old who was too kind and too cute to have any business hanging around here. Logan hated it, and hated him. It was, on that day, he decided that he'd had enough. He wanted payback, or sorts, or something. He didn't know what he wanted, or how he felt. All he knew was to lash out, and lash out he shall.

"See you tomorrow, Etis." One of the adults waved the fox goodbye, and Etis gestured back to them, before making his way towards the entrance. Dressed in a pair of loose shorts around his androgynous hips and a warm winter hoodie, the fox had every intention of returning home to a warm dinner, but it seemed fate had another plan for him.

As he stepped out into the cold and shivered in the winter chill, he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned, he was surprised to find the 16 year old canine, Logan, staring down at him, his face twisted in annoyance, his features barely visible. Logan's fur was a deep jet black and it made him hard to see in the dark.

"Logan. How's i--" Before the 12 year old could even finish his sentence, Logan wrapped his arm around the boy's neck and yanked him down, pulling him into a headlock. The fox squirmed and protested as he was dragged rather unceremoniously around the corner. There, around the back of the youth hall, sat a small shack where they kept the majority of their sports equipment. Logan had already been tasked with putting everything away: he knew no-one would bother them in there. He dragged Etis over.

With a shove of his shoulder, he pushed the rickety wooden door open and stepped into the rather cramped and crowded shack, using a foot to kick the door shut behind him. It was darker than it was outside, but the light of a nearby street lamp filtered in through the cracks of the door, casting a thin strip of line across the shack towards a set of stacked mats that they normally used for gymnastic-related activities. It was perfect.

With a quick shove and a bit of manhandling, Logan managed to get Etis onto the mats. They were roughly crotch high on the 16 year old, who was nearing 6 foot tall already, with only a final growth spurt to go. The 12 year old, however, was considerably shorter, but still almost 5 foot himself. The size didn't matter too much.

Etis struggled and tried to push himself up, but he felt a swift punch to his gut that took all the wind out of him. He flopped back onto the mat and quietly groaned, clutching his stomach. It had stung. Logan cared little for his safety, it appeared.

"Fuckin' kid. You don't even belong here! Mincing around with the adults, acting all nice n' friendly..." Logan grunted and muttered. Now that he was here, his mind was clouded, hazed with anger and frustration. His eyes ran over the boy's body, looking up and down his androgynous features. He knew what he wanted.

Etis could feel Logan's hands at his pants, roughly pulling and tugging, and the fox fought back as best as he could, still gasping for air with the wind taken out of his lungs. Logan, however, was considerably stronger than he was, and overpowered the boy easily. Even Etis' grip on his pants wasn't enough to keep them up: Logan was simply stronger and yanked them out of his grip, sliding them past the fox's curved hips. The tugged them off the boy's feet and dropped them onto the floor, reaching next for the cub's underwear.

"S-Stop it..." Etis whined, but Logan ignored him. It was like he was a different person, as if he were seeing himself from another angle, watching his own movements, trapped in his own mind. He had a laser focus on what he wanted and everything else was drowned out. His body was acting on its own. His fingers dug in under the waistband of the boy's shorts and slipped past the cub's hips, revealing the sheath hidden between his legs.

"So you're a boy after all," Logan snorted with a sarcastic tone. "Here everyone thought you were a fuckin' girl."

Etis felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, his lower lip wobbling. Had they all thought that? He knew that he had rather vague features for a 12 year old, but he didn't realise it was that confusing for everyone. Or maybe Logan was just fucking with him. At this point, he couldn't tell. All he was focused on was fighting back and trying to desperately avoid the glare of those scary yellow eyes. Logan was terrifying in the dark.

Logan reached out and planted a hand down on the cub's chest as he reached the other one to his own face, slathering two of his digits in spittle. He hadn't got any lube handy, else he might have actually used it. Instead, this would have to do. He took his two slick digits down and made sure to step himself between Etis' legs, forcing the fox to spread them apart.

Etis soon felt the older canine's fingers sliding between his cheeks and he tried his best to struggle, to shuffle away or move. However, the hand on his chest and the grip around his winter jacket made him unable to fight back. His fists reached out and beat themselves mercilessly on the canine's arm and chest, but the teen wasn't even phased by the assault. His fingers soon met with the cub's ring and he probed his digits against the entrance, even as the fox struggled. He eventually grew tired of being gentle and rammed his fingers forward, forcing the thick fingers into the cub's behind.

Etis arched his back and let out a whimper, but it wasn't one of pain. In fact, there was more to Etis than met the eye, something that no-one knew about him. For the time being, he squirmed and writhed, fighting back against the canine with whatever might he could muster. Logan slid his digits deeper and he could feel the 12 year old's spasming inner walls, the tight quivering of his sensitive flesh around his fingers, squeezing as hard as his muscles could. Amused, Logan tugged them back and buried them in again, doing as deep as his knuckle and hearing the way the cub whined and sniffled. Logan was getting off on this: the idea of being the cub suffer. He could already feel the warmth swelling to his own crotch, reminding him of his end goal.

"Tight as fuck. This is gonna feel good..." Logan muttered to himself as he stepped in further between the boy's legs, sliding his fingers from Etis' behind and reaching towards his own crotch instead. His fingers fumbled with and eventually popped the button on his jeans as Etis was forced to watch, unable to see all that much in the dark, but his eyes were quickly adjusting. He tried to sit up again, but Logan made a point of pushing him back down again with a warning snarl.

Finally, Logan eased his loose jeans free and they sagged, falling down to around his knees and quickly passing them to drop to his ankles. From there, he simply grasped the waistband of his own boxer shorts and pulled them down over his own swelling sheath, tugging them under his average-set balls. Already, half of his member was sliding from his sheath, steadily pulsing and growing with each passing second. Just the mere sight of the boy's tight ass and the idea of having his way with the cub was enough to get him excited. He'd had sex before, but never in this capacity. He'd never felt so aroused before.

He moved forwards a little more and grasped firmly onto the cub's legs, coiling his hands around and under Etis' knees and lifting them up, spreading the 12 year old completely. From there, he moved one of his hands down to angle himself. The tapering end of his canine cock slipping between the boy's spread cheeks and the teen fumbled around in the dark for several moments until he inevitably found what he was looking for. The tip of his cock poked and prodded at the cub's tight pucker, and Etis whimpered, still trying to struggle.

"Please, don't...!" Etis whined, but Logan ignored him. The teen thrust his hips forward and his cock speared the cub's behind, sliding his member deep into the cub's tight insides, feeling his ring clench and squeeze around his length. His hand moved back up to the boy's other knee and Logan sighed blissfully, feeling each squeeze of those insides, milking every inch of his cock. Etis let out considerable whimpers and gasps of pain.

He could feel every inch of Logan's length inside of him, and had to hazard a guess that the teen was roughly average size, perhaps a little less. The kitsune's calculating eyes observed Logan from a distance, watching the way he groaned and sighed with each thrust, the way his cock pulsed and his hands gripped. He was inexperienced. Not a complete novice, but clearly lacking any substance. For now, Etis decided it would be best to let Logan have his fun. He had plans for him later.

The canine mutt sighed in pleasure as he pulled back and continued into a series of steady thrusts, his hips bouncing off of Etis' behind as he watched the cub's whimpering face, examining the way the boy's lips twisted into a snarl, the way his lower lip wobbled with the pain. Logan had never pegged himself to be a bit of a sadist, but in this instance, he was getting off on the boy's discomfort, as well as the warmth and tightness of his behind. Logan's knot began to swell and squish delicately into the boy's behind, threatening to tie with him at any moment.

Logan's thrusts were measured, his breathing heavy, his chest heaving. Lust and desire clouded his judgement and the pleasure and endorphins swam through his body, drowning out any slight discomfort or aches in his muscles. His fingers dug into the pristine white fur, pricking the cub's sensitive flesh as his balls swung back and forth, slapping roughly against the boy's behind. The spittle had been enough to lube him up, surprisingly, and the pre-cum oozing from the end of his member aided his thrusts.

"Tight little bitch...!" Logan snarled and thrust harder, eventually leaning over and propping himself up with his hands, letting go of the cub's knees. He drove his hips forward and heard Etis' little whimpers of pain with every other thrust, which only encouraged him to go harder and faster. Yet, as he thrust and he felt his loins building up and the pressure rising, he found himself growing more and more tired. His twisted expression and pleasure quickly grew into one of confusion and he began to tremble, barely having the strength to keep himself up.

"What...?" He eventually slowed, taking in sharp, shallow breaths. His vision blurred and he blearily blinked his eyes, confused. What was happening to him. Etis looked up at him with innocent eyes, staring at his expression, and Logan snarled.

"What did you do to me?" He demanded of the boy, and Etis blankly stared at him for a moment, pretending not to know anything. When he realised Logan was going to continue to interrogate him, he knew the jig was up. His lips curled into a wicked smile and Logan faltered at such an ugly expression.

In an instant, Logan's body flung backwards and he landed hard against the cold floor, lifting his head just in time to avoid a concussion. The fall had taken a lot out of him and he struggled to even sit up, watching as the fox slid from his space on the man and onto his feet. He stood over the teen with a peculiar expression on his face, one that was unreadable in the dark.

Suddenly, parts of his body began to glow. If there was one thing that Etis hated, it was being taken for a fool. He had gone many years without needing to use his powers, or at least the majority of them, but he had used them tonight. One of his more notable techniques with a life drain, of sorts, where he could easily sap someone's stamina, and in turn weaken them, simply by touching their body. But it was even more effective with direct, physical, intimate contact. Even when someone forces themselves upon him, Etis can easily turn the tables, and that night was no exception to the rule.

Markings lined Etis' face and along his body, around his stomach and up his arms. From his bark unfurled not one, nor two, but 9 tails that spread out like a wildfire, larger than his average twin tails that everyone was used to seeing. Each one was laced with sharp streaks of azure horizontally along their surface that glowed a faint blue, illuminating the dingy little shack. Even the boy's eyes faintly glowed and he stepped over the teen's body, amused at Logan's wide-eyed expression.

"The fuck are you...?" Logan asked quietly, blown away by the sight before him. Etis slowly slid down onto his knees and pushed his hips back, his tails furling and wrapped around the teen's legs, holding him steady. Etis' rump slid backwards until it met with the canine's still erect, knotted member. He felt it weakly pulse between his cheeks and Logan squirmed.

"W-Wait, I'm sorry, just fuckin'...please, let me go!" Logan was scared now. Mortals who couldn't explain what was in front of them were often one of two things: angry or scared. The latter was the most common, especially in one-on-one situations where they knew they had no chance of putting up a real fight. Etis stared coldly down at the teen and watched him whimper and squirm, unable to process the glowing figure in front of him.

"Now, why would I do that? I think you deserve a reward for forcing me to use such diabolical methods." Etis sounded half-amused and half-irritated. He wanted the teen to suffer, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that...but a rape doomed to fail wasn't enough to make him that angry. It just wasn't worth the effort. The kitsune settled for scaring the crap out of the canine, at the very least. Logan desperately shook his head, but just like the canine had done before, Etis chose to ignore him. The boy slipped his body backwards and raised himself up, teetering his behind over the canine's upright cock and lowering himself. He'd done this enough times to have a rough idea on where he should position himself, and he was satisfied to feel the tip of the cock meeting with his ring once more.

He pushed his hips down rather unceremoniously and buried himself onto the canine's length in an instant, his clenching ass meeting with the canine's impressive, thick knot. Despite Logan's terrified expression, Etis could feel the teen's length twitching within him. Even if his mind resisted, his body could not. It was the same for all mortals.

Etis slowly began to roll his hips, sighing quietly to himself as he snaked a hand down his body, passing his shirt and jacket and meeting with his own slender sheath. He cupped it in his hands and rolled his digits around his balls, coaxing the tip of his member to slide from his behind. Pleasure swam through his system and made his skin tingle, and each rock of his hips pushed and coaxed the cock against his prostate, making him groan with bliss. Logan whimpered beneath him and tried desperately to fight him off, but whatever Etis was doing had him pinned. He didn't even have the strength to raise his arms, let alone push him off.

The 'cub' slowly began to raise and lower his hips, angling his body and arching his back as he did so, his hand clasped around his growing little member. He lolled his tongue and it glowed faintly in the dark, the markings and other brightly coloured parts of his body basking the room in a faint blue glow. Even his member had similar luminescence, which made him all the more exotic. It wasn't as if Logan could appreciate it anyway: his terrified expression only grew more and more horrified the more that Etis rode him. For good reason, too; Etis' features were glowing brighter and brighter with each passing second.

Etis let out another delicate groan, his fox cock now sitting at full mast as a hearty 5 inches, with it's own thick, bulbous base. He pushed his hips down and teased his tight ring against Logan's knot, threatening to tie with him and keep Logan here even longer, much to the canine's dismay. Each lift and rock of his hips drove Etis' further to the edge of ecstasy and he felt his skin burning, desperate for more. He rapidly stroked his cock and teased and knot with his digits, dribbled of pre-cum leaking from the end of his length and trailing down onto his fingers. The air soon began to grow humid, but it wasn't because of Etis' glowing parts, but something else entirely.

The kitsune's moans grew more and more intense, more and more laboured, and even Logan's chest was beginning to heave. The canine didn't want it, but he knew he was close, already nearing his peak. He had planned to just have his way with the boy and then leave him here, but the tables had turned. Now, he feared not only for what might happen when the Kitsune was done, but for his own life. He gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure in his loins begin to rise, and he whimpered in protest. Etis, however, was relentless and showed no signs of stopping.

"Almost...Almost...!" Etis began to pant rapidly, little whimpers of pleasure escaping his lips as his thrusts slowed into harsh, rapid rocks of his hips, kneading his tight ring against Logan's knot, his hand snapped down underneath his own knot and giving it a few pleasurable tugs. He reached his other hand back and spread his cheeks a little bit as he forced himself down as much pressure as he could muster. His muscles eventually gave way and he sighed as his ring stretched over Logan's knot, swallowing it up and tying with canine with him.

His innards clamped down immediately and squeezed tightly over Logan's knot, the rocket of the boy's hips sending him over the edge. The canine let out a single, shaky groan and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and whimpering to himself as his cock pulsed and throbbed, spurting thick strings of cum into the cub's behind. The kitsune sighed with bliss as the warm feeling in his gut and reached his own peek as well, leaning back and relishing the feeling of bliss. Dribbles and strings of his own seed arced from his cock and splattered across the teen's front, staining his normally black fur with streaks of white. His behind clamped down and milked Logan's cock admist Etis' own orgasm, leaving the pair of them fully and utterly spent, for the most part.

Etis panted and sighed, leaning his head back, a smile playing upon his lips. He leant forwards again and propped himself up with a hand, reaching out to the wolf's chin.

"That's what you get f--" He stopped midway when he realised the wolf's eyes were closed, his breathing heavy.

"Fuck. I overdid it again." The cub sighed and hung his head in defeat for a moment, before sitting up and nestling himself against the canine's crotch, still tied to him. he casually licked his fingers of seed as the room warmed up with the use of his own secret pryomancy.

Flames licked at the kitsune's other hand. It wouldn't do good for his attacker to mysteriously die or get a cold, after all.