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"Don't go exploring at night. Wolves roam these woods."

That's what Aren's Scout Master had said, but had he listened? No. The young Kirlia cub was adventurous. Maybe he had a death wish. Maybe it was a dare. It didn't matter what his reasons were for going out into the woods at night, but he wanted to go. And now, he was lost.

In the darkness of the woods, the trees were so dense that Aren couldn't make out the dark shapes of his camp, no matter where he looked. The 10 year old cub, clad in his dark green uniform that fitted his slender, feminine body and a notable cap, was cold, and he shivered on the spot. He had been camping out with his Scout Troop overnight as a little exercise. They were meant to be in the woods for the weekend, learning all sorts of ways to survive in the wild. Tying knots, making fires, setting up tents...all of them were vital lessons to be learnt. The cub had taken them on board. All but that single warning.

He stumbled, tripping over branches, roots, anything beneath his feet. His bulky boots, albeit primarily useless for a Kirlia's stilted feet, thunked against every sort of obstacle, clumsy and loud. His breath came out in short, heavy pants. He had ran before, just for a bit. He was scared, and he was lost. Unable to find his camp, he was on his own. He couldn't even remember which way he had come from. Panic rose to his throat. A whimper escaped his lips.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard a chilling sound: a howl. A wail so piercing and frightening that the cub was frozen on the spot, his breath hitching in his throat, his eyes wide. One howl became two, then three. More wolves joined in with their leader. It's as if they were calling to him, making their presence known. Goading, taunting. All the cub could think to do was run.

He turned and bolted, stumbling over roots as he went. All he could hear was the crunch of branches beneath his feet, his own heavy breath, and the blood pumping in his ears. He couldn't think. The fear had overwhelmed him, chilled him to the bone. His ankle caught on a branch and he tumbled, falling into the dirt. The cold ground smeared against his clothes, making them dirty and muddy. He didn't care. He scrabbled to his feet and kept going.

The howls were growing closer. He could hear rustles to his left and right as he ran. He didn't want to even consider what might happen to him if he was caught. His wild eyes darted left and right, trying to see his camp, but the woods were dark, the moonlight overhead blocked out by the thick branches and their numerous leaves in the chilly autumn.

He tripped again, falling hard on his shoulder. He sucked in a deep breath and groaned from the pain, but knew he had to keep moving. As his boot scuffled with the dirt, he felt resistance. He whirled his head back and stared, wide-eyed, at the sight of piercing yellow eyes. A wolf. Its teeth were embedded into his boot, biting down hard. It had a firm grip, despite the cub's struggling.

Then, it pulled. Aren was dragged across the ground and he let out a wail of terror, clawing across the ground as he was yanked over leaves and branches. He wasn't dragged for that long, however: after a few moments, he abruptly stopped, and the pulling on his leg halted. The Kirlia immediately rolled over and stared at the situation before him, his lower lip quivering.

Wolves surrounded him. It looked to be only a few at first, but as he slowly turned his head, he saw more than just a few. Wolves stood all around him, staring down at his lithe frame. The cub whimpered again and watched as they drew closer and closer.

The Kirlia winced and closed his eyes, covering his head with his hands and expecting it all to end. Instead, he felt the warmth of tongues against his body. He opened his eyes and found the wolves licking him, his skin, lapping pleasantly and cleaning him of the dirt he'd collect when being dragged along. He was both confused and scared.

He counted the amount of wolves that approached him, and the ones that hadn't. 5 of them surrounded him and assaulted his body with their tongues, but the rest of them were keeping their distance, for reasons that the young Kirlia could not fathom. He squirmed beneath them and eventually tried to hoist himself up, rolling onto his front. He thought that, if he could at least get to his feet, he might be able to sidle away or avoid them somehow. Ultimately, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

Before he could rise, however, he felt a sudden mass on his back, a force pushing him down and forcing him to remain on all fours. The boy tried to angle his head to find out what it was, but it didn't take much to realise one of the wolves had stepped over him, its front paws planted either side of him. At first, the 10 year old couldn't understand why, but their intentions soon became apparent.

He felt the wolf's hips push forwards and he felt the outline of a sheath sliding against his behind, pushing against the taut fabric of his scout pants. For once, Aren was thankful for the uniform: it looked ugly and was a little tacky and itchy, but in this instance it had saved him from what might come next.

The wolves, however, were persistent. Even as the one atop him thrust and tried to push against something unavailable, another was moving around to his front. Aren's vision was obscured by it's shaggy furred mass and it moved to stand side-on to him, displaying its good, be it intentionally or not. The Kirlia was met with the sight of the wolf's hanging sheath and his swaying balls that moved and jiggled with every slight movement. Aren felt his mouth go dry, but not with arousal, but with fear. He'd been taught the birds and the bees, though he'd never experienced them.

Above him, he heard a snarl. The one top his body and another were arguing in their own way, snapping and barking. Immediately, he felt the mass move off of him and Aren saw his opportunity. He scrabbled forwards and tried to weave his way around the wolves in order to escape. He soon realised, however, that there was almost no possibility of his escape occurring: the beasts that had decided not to participate still circled the 'arena', and a number of them perked up when they saw the Kirlia heading their way. Aren froze in fear, and that was just enough time for a wolf to grab onto his back, biting into his uniform with its teeth.

It pulled, and Aren was momentarily caught off balanced, yanked backwards and dragged onto his back. He found himself back where he started, only the wolves were remarkably more ravenous now. He could see them bearing their teeth, snarling and snapping their jaws together, growling at him directly. Aren whimpered and felt his blood run cold. He let out a scream as one of the wolves snapped it's head down and bit against his shirt, just barely missing his skin. The boy trembled and watched as the wolf violently shook his head, the fabric still in its mouth, treating it like prey. Eventually, the fabric tore. That seemed to spark the other canines to do the same.

Each one of them bit and grabbed, gnawing at the Kirlia's clothes and tugged backwards, occasionally shaking their heads about and fighting with his clothes. Pieces of his uniform ripped and shredded before the boy's very eyes, and he didn't dare to fight back and ease them off, for fear their bits might go deeper than just his clothes. Soon, his shirt was in tatters, leaving his chest expose, the ruffles of white around his hips laying flat against the ground. The shorts were next, but the wolves clearly didn't have the strength to bite through the waistline of them, where the fabric was thick.

Instead, they simply left it be. Admittedly, Aren had dressed in a rush: once the shorts were primarily in tatters, apart from the buttoned waistline, it was clear that he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, leaving his flaccid, humanoid member to sit flopped out, resting on his own balls. The boy slowly shuffled backwards and glanced anxiously around, wondering if there were any means of escape. The wolves stepped back and watched him silently, their golden eyes searching, staring.

It was a bad idea, considering what had happened before, but Aren tried once more to get to his feet, rolling onto his knees. Yet, as before, the mass fell upon him again. This time, it was different: Aren could physically feel the warmth of the canine's sheath slipping between his bare cheeks, the remnants of his laying around him on the floor. He soon felt the firm pressure of something prodding and poking around his behind, searching for it's mark. Aren feared for the worst. As he tried to shuffle forwards, the wolf's front paws hooked around his hips and held tightly onto him. The tip of the canine's cock, which had slipped from its sheath in an effort to find it's mark, met with the pink pucker hidden between the Kirlia's cheeks. The wolf didn't wait.

With a sharp push, the thin, narrow cock slipped into Aren'a behind, like a wet tongue probing his insides. The Kirlia arched his back and suddenly felt the cock expanding, the blood quickly pumping to the length and stretching his virgin ring. The boy let out a cry and tried to shuffle forwards, but a wolf stepped in front to stop him, blocking his path. Once more, it showed off its good, its bobbing sheath and swinging balls. Aren got the feeling it wanted him to touch it, but the Kirlia simple shook his head, wincing in pain as he felt the canine's cock thrusting and sliding from his behind.

The wolf began to thrust and buck wildly. Aren hadn't been prepared for exactly how large the wolf's cock might be. Once the blood had pumped to the length, it was at least 8 inches, perhaps more. The thick pulsing of its length embedded deep into him, the bulbous knot pushing against his behind. The wolf's thrusts were relentless, sliding back and forth, it's knot mashing against the Kirlia's behind. Aren could hear it's fervent pants, felt the drips of saliva against his back. Aren knew he was being used, but his hands were metaphorically tied. There was nothing he could do.

Each thrust felt as intense as the last, the stabs of pain shooting up the boy's spine, the quivers of pleasure making his body tremble and his breath grow shaky. He could feel the canine's swinging ballsack pulling back and slapping into his own, assaulting his behind. Its thrusts were rapid and paced, thrusting barely a few inches either way, keeping the fullness of its length firmly in the cub's behind.

Before long, the stinting pain began to subside into a dull, lingering ache that, drowned out by the rather peculiar pleasure. It's cock was angled in such a way that it pushed down against something sensitive inside him, something that made Aren quietly gasp. He couldn't quite describe it, but it felt good. Almost a little too good. That, however, didn't stop the sinking feeling, the pit of dread in his stomach, the fear.

The canine in front of him began to move again, turning itself until it began to step over the cub's body. There was a bit of fumbling above him, and there clearly wasn't all that much room for the wolf to step over him, yet the Kirlia found himself face to face with the wolf's sheath once more, but this time at a different angle. The hanging sheath sat mere inches from the Kirlia's face, and one quick shove of the canine's hips caused the tip of it to graze against the cub's forehead.

Almost instinctively, a narrow member shot out from the end, prodding around the Kirlia's face and dripping a thin liquid onto his cheeks. The wolf continued to hump as its cock probed about, searching the Kirlia's face. Aren felt another stab of pleasure inside him that made him open his mouth at just the wrong moment. The canine's hips pushed forwards and the narrow tip of it's member met with his tongue. In a quick, swift movement, the beast pushed forwards, it's length sliding in along the boy's tongue. Blood immediately pumped to the cock and it grew in size inside the Kirlia's mouth, much to Aren's surprise.

The cock engorged in the Kirlia's mouth as it pushed forwards, the tapering end sliding against the back of his throat. Aren closed his eyes and let out a quiet groan, a muffled sound as the wolf trapped him, sandwiching him between two beasts. Much like the one relentlessly using him from behind, this one was just as vicious, it's hips suddenly bucking into the cub's mouth, its knot pushing against his lips. He felt the thick length of the cock sliding down into his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, his airway cut off.

The other wolves watched as Aren was spit-roasted, used from either side by their ravenous, sexually driven brethren. Each thrust was met with a wet, slick sound, their tongues lolled, their breathing coming out in shallow, rapid pants. The Kirlia between them could do nothing but regulate his breathing, taking in gulps of air where available and quietly moaning from the sickening pleasure he felt coursing through his body. He didn't know how long this would last. Would all of them want to use him? Or would it only be the ones in front of him right now? The uncertainty hung in the air, as thick as the warm, humid scent and feel of sex.

Then, just like that, they stopped. The canine behind him pushed forwards with all its might, but the knot refused to slide into the cub's behind. The wolf cocked its leg and heaved itself over the cub's body and it's member slipped from the boy's behind. The wolf snorted and stepped off to the side when it realised it couldn't quite have what it wanted, and it trotted around close by. Aren caught sight of the canine's cock, its thick, pulsing length hanging between its legs, spurting tiny strings of cum against the ground.

Free to move, the Kirlia pulled back, sliding it's mouth from the cock in front of him. The wolf, surprisingly, made no effort to coax him back and instead did the same as his comrade, stepping away and circling around the area. The wolves he had seen from before had long since passed, leaving him with just the two in front of him. Aren hesitated and watched as one of them rolled onto his back, displaying his member and sagging ballsack.

He had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind, and his hand absently drifted to his midsection, stroking across his stomach. He looked down to realise he was half-chub, his cock idly twitching in the cold air, reminding him of his nice it had felt, the intoxicating pleasure, the swimming sensations that had made him almost a little dizzy. He wanted to feel it again. This was his opportunity. Maybe he was a fool, or maybe he was just a horny little cub. In either case, he took in the plunge.

Slowly, the boy shuffled across the clearing, making his way towards the wolf who eyed with out the corner of its eye, watching as he drifted closer and closer. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting with the canine's cock, watching the way it idly pulsed against the wolf's stomach. He took in a deep breath and, slowly but surely, hoisted his leg over the feral wolf's body. He lifted his hips up and gingerly grasped the member, angling it up towards his behind again. The feminine Kirlia had never really done anything like this before.

The tapering end of the member soon met with his entrance. The tip itself slipped inside with ease, but the boy felt a brief stab of pain as the rest of the length pushed up into his behind, stretching his tight ring once more. Once he had passed halfway, the pain began to ease and he let out a sigh, sinking himself lower and lower. The canine beneath him quietly panted, its eyes flicking everywhere and its front paws tucked up against its chest.

From behind, Aren soon felt the weight of a mass against him. This time, he was fully aware of what it was and a shaky breath escaped his lips. If it planned to do what he thought it might, there was no way it wasn't going to sting. He slid his hips up and felt the other canine's cock poking against his behind, prodding his rounded, girly cheeks. The cock probed around his behind until it met with it's brethren length. There, it's cock trailed down until the tip was poking against the cub's stretched ass. Aren knew this was a bad idea.

The wolf thrust forwards. Its tip caught with his tight ring and managed to wriggle between the entrance and the other wolf's cock, sinking itself into the boy's behind. With two of the lengths in him, the Kirlia felt a searing pain that made him momentarily freeze and let out a quiet gasp of pain, mixed with the gentle, tingling sensations of pleasure. He pushed his hips back and the canines thrust up into him. The one beneath him couldn't do much, but Aren felt its hips jiggling, thrusting up and down. The one behind him continued on its original, steady, hard thrusts.

The boy winced, his breathing heavy. Somewhere beneath all the pain, there was a delicate pleasure, a stirring of his senses that coaxed his member, causing him to slowly stiffen under the assault. Each rapid thrust made the boy's cock twitch and a thin dribble of pre-cum began to ooze from his member, dripping onto the wolf's stomach.

Each thrust was more intense than the last, and each time, the pain lessened. Soon enough, the young Kirlia felt the force of both knots against his behind, his innards stretched to their limit.

Then, he felt it. One of the knots pushed dangerously against his tight ring and it stretched to accommodate, and his ring swallowed up around the bulbous base. Immediately, his insides clamped and squeezed, spasming to accommodate the thickness of the knot and he let out a sigh, his cheeks quickly growing flushed. The one atop him continued to thrust, its knot not yet tied.

It didn't take him long. As the canine thrust, the knot pushed harder and harder against his behind until, finally, it slipped into him. With the two knots in his behind, the Kirlia found himself panting wildly, pleasure swimming throughout his system. The stabs of pain were nothing compared to that sickening bliss.

The knots swelled inside of him, and he felt a warm, heavy pulsing. That warmth was met with a wetness that he wasn't expecting, and he soon realised that the wolves were climaxing, spurting their see inside of him. His ring squeezed around around underneath their knots, tying them to him. The cum coated around their lengths, splattering his inner walls and dribbling down. Small amounts leaked from his hole, pooling down against the wolf's balls.

Aren panted tiredly, drifting a hand down to his cock as he propped himself up with his other hand. He idly stroked himself, squeezing from base to tip, coaxing pre-cum from the end of his cock and letting it dribble down onto the wolf's stomach.

Slowly, the cub moved, trying his best to shift his behind. He felt a tug of resistance with the canines tied to him, but with some tugging and some movement, he began to feel them slip from his behind. They let out their own little whines, perhaps of protest. Yet, when the knots were dislodged, the canine above him backed off.

The young Kirlia slipped off of the canine's body. His behind felt used and gaped, and he had a strange feeling of being empty. He rested back, sitting on his legs, and quietly panted. The canines who he had been locked to only moments prior had already began to disperse, leaving him alone in the forest, his clothes in tatters.

In the corner of his eyes, he spotted a light, a shining glint through the trees. In the distance, he heard someone calling his name.

With a relieved sigh, he got to his feet and headed for the source of the noise, staggering as he went.