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"We'll never make it through his locked door. It's magically sealed."

"Yeah we will. Just give me a moment."

Sepfy heaved a sigh as the sorcerer let out an exasperated sound behind him, clearly not convinced of the young rogue's skills. He was about to be pleasantly surprised.

The young trickster crouched down in front of the door, feeling the magic wavering at his fingertips. He dug into his pocket to retrieve a special pair of tools: locksmithing equipment crafted with arcane steel, for the express purpose of breaking magical locks. He slipped the tool into the locker and wriggled it around, listening with a perked ear.

The sorcerer behind him scoffed. No-one ever took Sepfy seriously. He was a 12 year old fox/wolf hybrid, and an arcane trickster, a rogue who used magic for his own goals, rather than to balance nature to further his knowledge like most magic users. He was a blight on the magical community, but that didn't stop him keeping in high spirits: his childhood had been rough, but he always held out hope that things would get better, over time. There was always the possibility that he might eventually get to live his life in luxury. This job might just be it.

He was hired, along with two others, to ransack an ancient sorcerer's tomb for magical artefacts. This sorcerer was well known for being not only benevolent, but insanely powerful, and many sorcerers as surmised that he had some sort of artefact to help him with that. However, the tomb was lined with traps and puzzles that made it impossible for most people to pass. That was why Sepfy, and two others, had been hired to go in. They were experts in their field. Sadly for them, one of their team chickened out at the last minute, leaving Sepfy with Nox, the rather irritating and high-strung sorcerer who seemed to believe he was just a child, and nothing else.

"Are you done yet?" The sorcerer snapped, and Sepfy turned his head, glaring in annoyance at the man behind him, who shifted uncomfortably on the spot. The sorcerer was a lizard. They were known for having a superiority complex.

"Almost." He muttered in reply and turned the lock-pick to the right. There was an almighty 'clunk', and the barrier that wavered in front of the door faded. Satisfied, Sepfy drew his tools back and stowed them back into his satchel, wiping the messy black hair from his forehead, slightly damp with sweat. He turned to shoot the sorcerer a smug smile, who stared, wide-eyed. The lizard quickly adjusted himself and smoothed over his face, stepping past the boy and through the door. The cub soon followed.

They were nearing the end now. Sepfy could tell. Having some of the arcane arts at his fingertips gave him the inherent ability to detect magic in his surroundings, and the air was thick with it. Whatever lay beyond the door at the end of the corridor, it was what they were looking for. They moved slowly and methodically, the cub's eyes darting left and right, looking for traps. To his surprise, they made it all the way to the end of the corridor without encountering a single one. He had expected a blow dart or two, at least. Nox scoffed again and he twisted the handle of the door, stepping through into the chamber beyond.

It was lined with gold, or appeared to be. A large sarcophagus sat at the far end of the room, it's face etched with the silhouette of a mage in robes. Sitting atop it was their goal, or they assumed it to be: a gleaming gold jar that seemed to be brimming with magical essence. Sepfy was cautious: it wouldn't just be lying there on it's own, would it?

The cub stepped forwards and halted, feeling the vibration of magic in the air. He stuffed a hand into his satchel and retrieved a small pouch of powder, grasping a pinch and tossing it in front of him. The air hummed and sizzled, before a crack of lightning shot out, directly where the powder had been.

"Lightning trap. Of course." Sepfy mused. His eyes danced across the room until he spotted a sigil on the far wall.

"There's the mechanism. Give me a moment." He stepped across the placed his hands to the rune, feeling the magic at his fingertips. Disarming magic traps was a skill not many had, but Sepfy always had a knack for this sort of thing. Unfortunately for him, his eyes should have been on something else. By the time he deactivated the trap, it was too late.

When the magic fell from his hands and he was confident that the trap had been dropped, he strode past the sorcerer and into the same area he'd thrown the powder before. There was no hum of magic in the air now, no crack of lightning to strike him down. The sorcerer watched him with dark eyes. Now was his chance. He wasn't about to let anyone else take the treasure for him.

He slipped his staff from his robe and muttered something under his breath, chapping the ground three times in quick succession. A rune appeared underneath his staff and briefly rotated, before it travelled across the ground underneath Sepfy's feet. The trickster didn't realize what was happening until it was too late to do anything about it.

The rogue looked down and let out a yelp of surprise as tentacles blasted out from the rune beneath his feet, wrapping around his legs and travelling upwards. It took little effort for the wet, fleshy tentacles to lift him up into the air as the wriggling appendages wormed their way under his clothes, bulging the fabric and shredding it through sheer brute force. The cub's fashionable garments, which primarily consisted of a neat cloth tunic and pants, as well as his own utility belt and gloves, fell apart under the tentacles onslaught. In a matter of moments, his clothes were left in tatters, his muscles too constricted by the tentacles to move.

The sorcerer was momentarily amazed at how easy it was to incapacitate the boy, but he arguably wasn't all that surprised: the cub might have been efficient at breaking locks and being nimble, and he didn't have the experience of an older man, the grizzled stare of someone who'd seen battle. All it took was to act aloof and pompous for the boy to lower his guard. It was almost too easy.

Nox rounded the cub's side and turned to stare at him, licking his lips with a fleshy tongue. He looked the cub up the down, drinking in his lithe, almost girlish figure. The tentacles had done wonders to his tunic, shredding open the front to expose his lithe chest. They had gone even further, to the point of tearing up the front of his shorts and exposing the bouncing, tiny sheath.

"Now, this is a surprise..." The lizard muttered in amusement, watching the tentacles squirm and press against the cub's body, dampening his fur. Sepfy wore a look of pure hatred, his teeth gritted, his cheeks flushed.

"The hell...? Nox, you traitor!" Sepfy said through gritted teeth, and the sorcerer looked amused.

"Wasn't it obvious? We're going into the tomb of the most famous sorcerer of all time. Of course I want that artefact for myself. Imagine the power I could have at my fingertips if it was all mine! But, of course, I can't have any witnesses..." He began, pacing a little. "I was just going to get rid of you the old fashioned way, but I like this idea a lot, lot more."

He stepped closer and Sepfy wriggled, trying to worm his way out of the tentacle's grip. Unfortunately for him, these fleshy things were strong, far too strong for a 12 year old cub to fight against. Sepfy watched in horror as the sorcerer drew closer to him, until his scaled nose traced across Sepfy's exposed stomach and down towards his pelvis.

"What're you...?" The cub began, squirming defiantly as he felt the tentacles tighten. He watched the man wave a hand, and he felt a tentacle slide down his back, passing over his tail and sliding between his cheeks. He could feel it's wet flesh pushing up against his virgin pucker and stopping at his taint. He breathed heavily, a whimper escaping his throat. He didn't like where this was going.

He felt a tentacle coil around his neck, making it difficult for him to look down and see what the sleazy reptile was doing. All he could rely on with the sensations and feelings. Soon enough, he felt something: a warm, moist tongue sliding along his pelvis, until it met with his sheath. He squirmed and let out a defiant grunt as that tongue wormed around the curled around his balls, slathering them in spittle. The man was molesting him.

"Such a delicate young body, ripe and untouched..." Nox muttered in delight, reaching up to stroke the boy's hips and inner thighs, where the tentacles and coiled around his legs, keeping them firmly spread apart. "Let's see that you have a good time, no?"

He waved his hand again. The tentacle between his cheeks slid backwards until it's rounded, fleshy end probed and touched against Sepfy's behind, pressing against his pucker and forcing his ring to stretch. The cub's ass clamped down immediately, but it was hard to fight against something that controlled his entire body. It forced its way into him, stretching his ring as the tentacle shoved deeper into his behind. The cub let out a cry of pain and discomfort, but there was nothing he could do. Even as the tentacle sunk deeper, his muscles could do little to fight against it, his insides helplessly spasming and squeezing with all his might.

The reptile, meanwhile, visibly assaulted his crotch, suckling and smearing his tongue all around the cub's crotch and worming the tip of his tongue into his sheath, rolling it around to see what he could find. Sepfy's cheeks grew redder as he felt a somewhat familiar sensation of pleasure tingling his crotch, informing him that he was steadily growing hard from stimulation alone.

The tentacle pushed into him, sliding along his insides until it was a good 8 or 9 inches into his backside. Then, it pulled back, sliding it's way out almost to the tip, before forcing it's way inside again. It wriggled like a live worm, poking and prodding into Sepfy's interior as it stuffed itself deeper. Sepfy wondered if it was alive in itself or just being controlled: he could only assume it was just doing the sorcerer's bidding and stimulating him in every way possible, whilst humiliating him at the same time.

"Y-You bastard..." Sepfy grunted, feeling the tentacle around his throat tighten, but not nearly enough to choke him. He could breath easily enough, though it was mostly coming out in hot, heavy pants. He couldn't stop the sorcerer from slathering around his member, even at his tiny cock steadily pulsed to full hardness. He was powerless against him, his ring seared with pain, his cock aching for attention, despite not wanting it. It was a situation he couldn't get out of.

The sorcerer bobbed his head, curling his tongue around the small folf's cock, coating it in spit and feeling it throb greedily against his tongue. Sepfy couldn't stop himself from letting out gentle groans, the pleasure dulling some of the discomfort in his behind as the tentacle assaulted him, slamming harder and faster than before. It was beginning to pick up speed, poking at the folf's flesh and bulging his stomach. It soon began to slide itself deeper and deeper, making the cub whimper and whine as he felt the tentacle's girth thicken, stretching his ass even more.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" The man remarked as he pulled his head off of the cub's cock, replacing it with a hand that furiously stroked his tiny member. "I can control every aspect of my tentacles: girth, length, speed...it makes for a wonderful torture device, don't you think?"

At that point, Sepfy couldn't even conjure up a response. His words were mumbled, his vision slightly blurred. The mixture of pain and pleasure had tired him out and he felt as it his consciousness were slipping away. Any moment now, he knew he'd pass out, but he couldn't let the sorcerer win.

He felt a stirring in his loins and knew instantly what was coming. A whimper escaped his mouth as he weakly squirmed, the tentacle rapidly sliding in and out of his behind, prodding at his prostate and sending him over the edge. The sorcerer watched in delight as the folf's knotted cock swelled and hardened, and he tucked his finger and thumb under the knot, stimulating the cub and giving him a few pleasurable tugs. Sepfy orgasmed, his member throbbing and pulsing wildly, trickling tiny dribbles of seed as his ass clamped down around the tentacle, squeezing and gripping as hard as he could.

"S-Shit..." Sepfy mumbled out, before his head drooped. He could barely stay conscious. He could feel the sensations of pleasure, the feeling of the tentacle slowing inside of him, the chuckle from the traitorous sorcerer. After that, there was nothing but darkness.

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The folf stirred, feeling his senses return to him. His eyes blearily opened and immediately, his memories returned to him. The sarcophagus. The vase. The power. The traitor. He immediately felt the urge the stand, and his neck hit wood.

He snapped back to reality and took in his senses. He was standing in the middle of a quiet village at night, on top of what appeared to be a small wooden stage, with a small torch lit to his right hand side. The wood around his feet was strained with juices and fruit. He looked to his left and saw a stockade, an olden instrument that locked a criminals head and hands inside to keep them from running away, and typically used for humiliation purposes. It took him a few moments to realise that he, too, was in one. His wrists and neck were bound tight, leaving him awkwardly bent over.

Nox. The sorcerer set him up, likely framed him for something he didn't do. He tugged and attempted to slide his head out of the stocks, but it was modified specifically for smaller creatures like himself. If anything, he was slightly too big for it: the wrist holes pressed a little too hard around his flesh. He felt the cool breeze from behind him and quickly deduced that he was at least dressed. He felt the cold air on his legs and feet, and assumed that he was wearing shorts and a tunic, at the very least. That was a relief. He could get out of here with enough effort, but if he was naked...well, that would be embarrassing.

He heard a scuffle to his right and turned his head. From the side of the building appeared a figure, clad in robes. It was hard to see him in the dark. As he drew closer to the light, his features became more visible. A snarl escaped the folf's throat. He knew who it was.

"Nox. You arrogant son of a bitch. Had your fun, have you? Got all the power you need?" The boy snapped and glared, and the reptile wizard seemed amused.

"Of sorts. I sadly cannot wield the vase, but I'll find a way, I assure you. In the meantime, however...I have my eyes on a different prize." He looked the boy up and down and Sepfy stared, quickly realised what he meant.

"C-C'mon, surely you can think of something better to do..." The boy began, and saw Nox wickedly grin in amusement.

"I can't think of anything more enjoyable in this moment. At least I wont have to call upon any spells this time: the village has taken care of that predicament for me." He mused as he hopped up onto the stage, standing in front of the cub's face. He was at the perfect height to do heinous things to the boy's mouth, but instead, he moved around towards the back, where the cub couldn't see him. Sepfy squirmed and tried to move, but it was a futile effort: his magic still felt weak, so he couldn't break out.

He could feel the man's sleazy hands all over him, stroking along his side until they reached his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the cub's shorts and tugged them down, revealing the bare flesh and fur beneath. It seemed what whoever had arrested him and bound him up put him in the simplest clothes possible, for he wasn't wearing a single undergarment underneath the shorts. He felt the man's hands groping and squeezing his behind, moving around to cup and sheath and balls.

"You seem to have healed up quite nicely, little thief," The reptile mused as Sepfy felt the man's hand sinking between his cheeks. "Still quite tight, I see."

"F-Fuck you." The boy stammered in response, which seemed to make the man chuckle. He could feel the reptile's digits poking against his pucker, and Sepfy felt a twinge of pain. He was still a little sore. He could only guess he'd been unconscious 7 hours or so.

He felt the man's hands tucking up his tunic, exposing the majority of his behind to the cold air. Soon enough, he felt a warm feeling against his behind, the sensation of something thick and pulsing throbbing between his cheeks. He squirmed and tried to pull away, quickly realising what it was. The reptile's twitching humanoid cock throbbed eagerly against his behind as the sorcerer held the boy's hips firmly, tugging him up against his fat cock. He rolled his hips a little to stimulate himself, a groan escaping his lips. He wanted to desperately to enjoy the boy's behind, but more humiliation was in order.

"There's something you don't know about me, boy." The sorcerer began, letting the cub's hips go and rounding out back into the cub's line of sight, giving him full view of his turgid cock.

"What's that, asshole?" Sepfy cockily replied, his lip quivering with fear.

"I'm a Demonologist." The man mused, and Sepfy's eyes widened. Now it all made sense: his need to secure the artefact, and his inability to wield it. He used dark magic.

The sorcerer began to chant something as he pulled a staff from his robes, tracing a line until it formed a circle. It glowed red from his magic, and he traced a few symbols with the end of his staff, carving them along the inside of the circle. When he was complete, he pressed the staff directly into the middle, and the sigil shined. He stepped back and the earth and wood fell through to reveal a never-ending hole, roughly 6 foot in diameter. There was a silence, an unbearable heat rising from that hole, before a large hand appeared, scaled, with large claws.

Sepfy watched in horror as a beast rose from the depths, stepping out into the wood. It was quadruped in appearance, with black and red scales coating it's body, as if it were on fire. His head was draconic in appearance, and it's neck was short, keeping the head close to the body. It had a stumpy tail and glowing, malicious eyes. It padded around on four legs, large claws scraping against the wood, before turning it's head to it's master: the sorcerer, Nox.

"Do with this boy as you see fit." The sorcerer commanded. "But do not kill him. He deserves a more fitting fate."

The beast looked from the cub to his master, and then back to the cub again. He bowed his head and sniffed around the cub as Sepfy trembled with fear, his legs knocking together. When the beast finally stepped around to his behind, its nose dipped and sniffed around the cub's behind. A growl escaped his lips, and Sepfy seemed to guess what might happen next. A whimper escaped his throat.

"No, please..." The cub begged, but there was no stopping it. The beast suddenly hiked itself up and planted it's front claws on the stockades above Sepfy's head, bowing it's head down until it's jaw and lips were in view. The cub could feel the beasts hips bump up with his behind, pressing against his flesh, and Sepfy felt an almost scalding heat from those closed. The creature rocked it's hips a little before sliding backwards a little, pushing upwards. Sepfy felt an immediate warmth slid along his backside and flop against the small of his back. He quickly realised it was the creature's cock.

The beast was reasonably hung, with a ridged member and a fat, bulbous knot that it was going to make good use of. The creature yanked it's hips back and Sepfy immediately felt the tip of it's member, tapered and throbbing, between his cheeks, poking and prodding to try and find it's target. The tapered end forcefully met with the cub's pucker and the tip was swallowed up in a instant. That was enough for the creature to be confident that it had found it's mark: the beast thrust forwards and half of his member was forced into the cub's behind in an instant.

Sepfy let out a cry and loudly swore, the soreness that seared his behind more intense than before. His insides squeezed and the creature opened it's maw, beginning to drool and pant at the sheer tightness of the cub's behind. It's spittle was near-molten, almost charring the wood beneath it. Thankfully, the creature moved it's head to the side, and Sepfy was secretly thankful for that: he didn't fancy molten spit on his forehead.

Despite that, the pain was intense. The creature forced its hips back and forth, abusing the cub's behind as it's cock rammed deep into his ass. It took a good few thrusts before the beast's knot met with the folf's behind, but when it did, the creature started to get into it's thrusts. They were short and rapid, utilising the cub's insides to the fullest to milk it's cock whilst thrusting as efficiently as possible, sliding out only a couple of inches each time. Sepfy thought that if he just took what the beast was going to give him, then it would be over, and he'd be left in peace. Unfortunately, the sorcerer had other ideas.

As Sepfy hung his head dejectedly, whimpering with pain, he felt the warmth of something against his nose, poking and prodding. He raised his head to see Nox smearing the end of his cock against the cub's nose, a smug smirk spread across the man's face. Sepfy glared up at him and the sorcerer chuckled.

"There's that face. Let's see how you like this, then." The man remarked. He angled his member, hovering it just above the cub's face, and patiently waited. The cub was confused at first as the why he'd stopped, but he quickly found out why.

A sudden stream of piss shot out of the reptile's cock, splattering across the cub's nose forehead, dribbling down around his chin and dropping to the floor beneath his head. The cub spluttered and let out a cry of annoyance, trying to twist his head and shield himself somehow, but his hands were bound, his efforts futile. The reptile snapped his hand down and cupped the cub's chin, holding it in place. The stream slowed for a moment as the reptile eased the head of his member against the boy's lips.

"C'mon, aren't you thirsty?" Nox teased, and Sepfy's eyes widened, tears forming in his eyes. He tried to fight against him, but he was unable: even as he tried to clamp his mouth down, he could feel the reptile's fingers deliberately pressing down against his muscles in such a way that forced the boy's mouth open, if only a little. That was enough for a stream of piss to shoot directly into the cub's mouth, splashing around his cheeks and down his throat. The cub was forced the swallow and he felt the tears trickling down his cheek, an anger welling up inside him.

"That's it..." The sorcerer pushed his hips forward and forced his cock into the cub's mouth, sliding deeper. "Don't try any funny business, now."

Nox slid his member right up to the back of the cub's throat, the stream still flowing from the end of his member, until it finally slowed into a trickle. The cub was forced to swallow each and every drop, a sniffle escaping his throat. The reptile held onto the cub's head and began to thrust.

The young folf was assaulted from both sides, the creature relentless pounding his ass whilst the traitorous sorcerer abused his mouth, sliding his cock against the cub's tongue. He was forced to endure it, unable to fight back and scared of the consequences if he did so. A whimper escaped his throat as he felt the demon beast's knot slamming against his behind, threatening to force its way into him at any moment.

The creature began to huff and pant, the folf got the impression that the creature was close. Every thrust was harder than the last, the knot pressing harder and harder against his used ring every time. Eventually, the beast thrust forwards, slamming into the cub's behind as hard as he could, forcing the boy to stand on tiptoes and pushing his shoulders against the wooden stockades. The creature growled and the folf's muscles finally gave way. With a sickening noise, the knot slipped into the cub's behind.

The creature relentlessly rocked its hips for a few more moments, before he slowed, eventually halting altogether. It stood there panting tiredly, and the folf felt it's knot swelling, it's cock pulsing warmly in his behind. He was stretched to his limit, his eyes bulged, his breathing heavy as he felt each thick jet of cum shooting inside of him. The beast had orgasmed, and was now firmly tied to him, leaving him whimpering and panting.

The reptile wasn't quite done, but soon would be. He thrust his hips eagerly in and out of the boy's mouth for a moment before pulling back, wildly masturbating himself with a hand, the tip aimed towards the boy's mouth, just resting on his tongue. A groan escaped his lips as he, too, reached his climaxed, spurting thick, plentiful ropes of cum right into the boy's mouth. Sepfy was forced to take it, his eyelids drooping, a sniffle escaping his nose. He gulped down what he could, but when the reptile pulled back, he spat the rest out, hanging his head dejectedly.

"That was fun. I hope you enjoy being executed tomorrow for your crimes," The sorcerer mused. "It's a shame we can't spend more time together, but...I have other duties to attend to."

He waved a hand, and Sepfy suddenly felt a weight releasing from his chest. He felt vaguely empty inside and soon realised that he had dismissed the beast. The creature must have vanished, as if it never existed at all. The cub could feel how gaped he was, cum leaking from his behind, dripping between his legs and standing the shorts that were still clinging to his ankles. The sorcerer stepped back with a smirk and disappeared into the darkness.

The cub hung his head, whimpering quickly. He clenched his fists together. He was going to get out of this. Of that, he was certain. When he did, he'd never trust another sorcerer again.

He felt a spark of magic at his fingertips and raised his head. He weaved his fingertips together and the magic responded, reacting. With a flick of his fingers, a lockpick appeared between two of his digits. A grin crept across his face.

One day, Nox would pay. But for now, he had to get out of here.