Ashley's Apple
This is my first story submission. I've enjoyed so much of the quality material here at Yiffstar, I feel obliged to contribute. My stories tend to be long, because I think details are important, especially in yiff scenes. This story is intended to be the first in a series, so if it is well received I can have more ready.
This story involves elementary school - level homosexual intercourse, gender confusion, crossdressing, and gang-rape. If you are offended by any of the above mentioned subjects, or you are under 18 years of age, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy!
Ashton yawned lightly as he walked into the classroom. He was a bit tired, having fallen asleep quite late the night before. He held the fresh green apple behind his back; it was still cold from his icebox at home, and felt nice and cool in his paw. Ashton cast his eyes to the floor sheepishly as he waited for a few of the larger students to finish making their way to their desks. The larger boys snickered derisively as they rudely pushed past the shy cub.
"Ashton Bartley," his teacher called out, snapping the tired young wolf back to attention. The young student hurried to his desk at the front row, near his teacher, and raised his paw eagerly. Mr. Lawrence looked down at the roster and swiftly placed a check mark next to Ashton's name. "Cindy Carter," he continued, casting his glance towards the students. As usual, Ashton was seated front and center with a timid smile on his face. The young wolf cub was covered in well maintained gray and white fur; his back, the backside of his neck, the top of his head, the top of his slender arms, and the back of his legs were gray, while the rest of his body was white, from his muzzle to his chest, stomach, the front of his legs, the majority of his arms, and the entirety of his rump. His tail, gray on top and white on the bottom, wagged excitedly as his big brown eyes remained locked upon his teacher with a look of eager anticipation.
Mr. Lawrence adjusted his frameless glasses, pushing them up higher upon his nose. He was a relatively carefree adult hyena. He was over six and a half feet tall, his muscular body covered in soft brown fur of varying shades; the fur was darker around his muzzle, neck, and back, and pale in most other places. The fur darkened in a few areas about his thighs and shoulders, resulting in several dark brown spots, which remained concealed by the teacher's long sleeved button-down shirt, tie, and jeans.
The teacher sighed as he scratched at his uncomfortable clothing with a broad paw. The school's air conditioning must be malfunctioning again, he thought. The staff dress code would not, however, allow the teacher to dress appropriately for the warmth. Most of the students were dressed in spring clothes. Ashton, however, was wearing long khakis and a long sleeved white button-down shirt. Mr. Lawrence couldn't understand why Ashton was dressed so foolishly when he was free to dress down if he wanted to.
After he had sat down, Ashton had quickly hidden the green apple in the bottom pocket of his pack, too afraid to give it to the teacher in front of all the other students. The young wolf had planned on getting to class early to give the teacher his present, but he had fallen asleep on the bus and ultimately arrived late. A worried frown crossed his picturesque, feminine facial features as he wondered to himself whether or not the apple would stay cold for much longer. He fidgeted in his desk and rubbed his paws together nervously in his lap as the teacher continued down the roster in that deep, forceful, manly tone of his. Ashton's heart raced uncomfortably, and he felt warm all over. He shifted in his seat as he felt a familiar tingling sensation settle into his lap. He looked up to see his teacher's deep blue eyes staring directly at him. Ashton froze, a cold sensation of terror gripping his chest.
Mr. Lawrence smiled warmly at the boy, shattering any and all discomfort he had been feeling. The wolf cub smiled gleefully and quickly looked down at the floor, trying to hide his face as he blushed profusely through the soft white fur of his cheeks.
Ashton had never been especially popular at his school. As a fifth grader, the cub was somewhat of a runt, small and slender for his age and gender. Several years ago, he had been friends with many of the boys in his class. Recently, however, he had been getting along much better with the girls. This shift had seemed to start in the fourth grade, when he had sat next to an older boy who had been held back a couple years for poor academic performance. The kid's name was Blane, and he was very large and very rude. He was a well built dalmatian with a broad chest, muscular arms, and a deep raspy voice.
Ashton could remember the first time he made eye contact with Blane; it was on the first day of class, about an hour in, as their teacher, Ms. Ansley, was writing on the board. Ashton had glanced to his left, curiously, to examine Blane. The wolf cub had been flooded with a warm feeling that he didn't understand, but enjoyed immensely nonetheless. Waves of desire had sent shudders through his small frame as his heart pounded and his throat became dry. Blane, apparently quite bored with the teacher's lecture, proceeded to glance around the room. After a few moments of looking to his left, Blane turned his head to his right and caught Ashton staring at him.
Ashton remembered the sensation he felt then, as the two made eye contact; it was something he knew he would never forget. It was as if a ball of flame had materialized inside his chest, heating up tremendously moments before dropping, falling down slowly, through his stomach and into his bowels. It was an incredible mixture of desire, embarrassment, and unbridled romantic longing. He had blushed hard and looked away, hearing Blane growl angrily to his left. Ashton had quickly asked to be excused, taking the hall pass and hurrying to the bathroom stall where he locked the door, sat down, and cried. He was scared and confused, and he felt terrible. He had found himself wishing desperately that these unwelcome feelings would fade if he ignored them long enough.
After several minutes, he sniffled, wiped the tears from his fur, and stood up. Turning around, he unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his briefs. He tried to urinate, but couldn't, as his diminutive little penis was rock hard, pointing upwards towards the ceiling. He tried pushing it down, but it was painful, and he ended up peeing on the walls by mistake.
Things hadn't gotten much easier since then. It had been over a year, and Ashton's feelings of desire had only increased with time. When the fourth grade finally ended, he thought he might be free of his confusion, as he no longer had to spend every weekday sitting next to Blane. Over the summer, however, he had found himself missing the feeling of anticipation he once felt every night as he hugged his pillow tight, counting the minutes on the clock until he would be able to sit next to Blane again. Feelings of inferiority and fear saddened him, and he eventually began spying on his big sister, who had just graduated from the seventh grade. Ashton had developed a small crush on his sister's boyfriend, and started sneaking into her room when the house was empty, and trying on her clothes.
The sensations of warmth and belonging that washed over Ashton when he slipped on a pair of his sister's panties, a skirt, a pair of soft cotton pants, or one of her soft sweaters made all that sadness vanish. Once, when he had the entire house to himself for a weekend (his parents were away and his sister was supposed to watch him, but decided instead to run off with her boyfriend for the weekend), he spent a whole two days dressed up in his sister's pretty little outfits, listening to her pop music cd's and eagerly pawing through her magazines, fawning over the cute guys in the pictures. Nothing in his life so far could compare to the perfection of that one weekend, many months ago. Nothing, that is, except Mr. Lawrence.
Ah, Mr. Lawrence... to the little wolf cub, Mr. Lawrence was perfect. Tall, strong, kind, and irresistibly cute, the dreamy hyena had dominated Ashton's thoughts ever since he had first seen him on the first day of fifth grade classes. Despite his best efforts, Ashton could not get Mr. Lawrence out of his mind. Nobody in the cub's life... not Blane, not his sister's boyfriend, not anybody... had made so strong an impression on the boy. Ashton had been falling deeper and deeper in love with his teacher ever day for the past six months.
At lunch, Ashton would sit at a table across the aisle from the girls' table, and sometimes hear them talk about the teacher, about how cute they thought he was. Ashton fantasized about joining in their conversations, but in the end, he concentrated on more intimate one-on-one friendships with individual girls, hoping to keep his admiration for his teacher largely hidden. He liked hearing what his girlfriends thought, though... he liked how they smelled, how they walked, and was terribly envious of them and the freedom with which they expressed themselves. Ashton would have given anything to be one of them.
Ashton sat gazing lovingly at his teacher, completely oblivious to what was actually being taught. Over an hour had passed since class had started, yet Ashton's eyes remained fixed on his teacher. Ashton had his notebook propped up on his lap and was pretending to take notes. The only thing Ashton managed to get down on paper, however, were errant squiggles, hearts, and doodles of himself and his teacher. He was lost in Mr. Lawrence's eyes. Finally, Mr. Lawrence sat down, halting his lecture temporarily and rubbing either side of the bridge of his nose, fidgeting with his glasses. This break in momentum pulled Ashton out of his daze. Glancing once more at the floor, Ashton's mind drifted back to last night as his muzzle opened wide in a lazy yawn.
Dad had been up drinking again, and was passed out on his favorite chair with empty beer bottles all around him. This meant that only Ashton and his sister, Taylor, were up and about. After assessing the situation, Taylor wasted no time in calling her boyfriend, Bradley, on the telephone. Shortly after the tall teen cheetah had arrived, Taylor invited him up to her room. Ashton peeked around the corner from the living room, eying the two with fascination as the cheetah stripped off his shirt, laughing as he climbed the stairs. Once he had reached the top, Bradley pulled Taylor into a tight, loving embrace. Taylor was a short, slender, and shapely wolf with pouty lips and ample breasts; her fur was white all over, and she had deep blue eyes which sparkled amorously with admiration as her boyfriend lovingly stroked the back of her head, scooped her up into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. Ashton heard the door shut and lock, leaving him all alone in the quiet solitude of the living room.
Ashton cleared his throat and walked up to his slumbering father. He tugged on his dad's shirt, causing the adult wolf to snort, his snoring momentarily interrupted.
"Dad, I need some help with my homework," Ashton pleaded. His father, still unconscious, instinctively batted his son away with his paw, smacked his lips, and resumed his drowsy snoring. Ashton sighed dejectedly.
"Dad..." he started again, with mild desperation in his voice, "I really need your help. I didn't... I didn't get all of Mr Lawrence's lesson today, and Taylor is busy." His father snorted again, this time growling angrily, and turned his head away from his son, falling back into a deep sleep.
"Please?" he added quietly, holding back tears. His father was non-responsive. "N...nevermind," the cub stammered, more to himself than to his father. Ashton went into the den and grabbed a soft blanket, which he brought in and laid out over his sleeping father, who rustled lightly before continuing his steady snoring. Ashton sat on the floor beside his father and rested his head up against the adult's leg.
Ashton could feel his father's body warmth through the blanket; after several moments, the cub broke out in quiet sobs, burying his muzzle into the warmth of his father's blanketed leg. Ashton wrapped his slender arms around his father's legs, clasped his paws together and wept quietly into the blanket. Ashton's father stirred as the cub shuddered with sobs. Careful not to disturb his father's sleep, Ashton stifled his tears the best he could, holding onto his father's legs for what seemed like hours.
Ashton eventually got up quietly, his vision blurred from crying, his cheeks stinging a bit with the bitter dryness of tear salt. The cub wiped the moisture from his eyes and dejectedly gathered up his unused notebook and his math book, putting them back into his pack, which he then placed by the door. Ashton's tummy growled. His father had drunk himself to sleep before he could prepare anything for dinner, and Taylor had eaten with friends shortly before. And mom... well... thinking about her would have made him cry all over again, so he tried not to. The little cub was very hungry. He opened the pantry and searched about. His favorite cereal was in view, but was too high up for him to reach. Ashton sighed and grabbed a nearly empty bag of salted potato chips and slumped off towards his room.
Ashton tried to distract his depressed mind by playing his portable video game system. He ended up dying over and over again, however, and soon shut the game off. He simply couldn't think straight. He hungrily munched upon the last of the potato chip shards from the bottom of the bag and hopped into bed. He knew he was supposed to brush his teeth, but he was too sad to move. He rolled over onto his side, stuffing another pillow under his weary head before grabbing a third pillow and clutching it longingly against his chest.
Just as Ashton was about to drift off into an uneasy sleep, he heard a soft but audible banging noise from across the hall, followed by several soft noises. Ashton's ears perked up as he listened closer. After several moments, he recognized his sister's muffled voice. It... it sounds like he's hurting her, he thought to himself. Ashton's sadness was replaced by anger as he shot up and went to a jar in the corner of his room, pulling out a lollipop with a thick, round stick. The pup's mother had once taught him how to open the locked doors in the house with it in case of an emergency. Filled with a sense of purpose, Ashton dashed out into the hall and ran up to his sister's bedroom door. Quietly, he crept up and put his ear against the door.
Ashton heard the rhythmic sound of springs coiling and uncoiling, followed each time by a light bang. He heard his sister moaning desperately, pleading with Bradley, who sounded angry.
"You like that, dont'cha, bitch?" Brad asserted with venom in his voice. Taylor swooned, uttering breathless moans and nervous cries.
"Brad... Bradley..." she stammered, trying to start a sentence.
"Yeah, say my name, bitch. Who's pussy is this? Huh? Tell me!" he yelled out. Ashton heard a crisp slap, followed by a pained moan from his sister.
"Y... yours... please, Bradley... not so hard..." she pleaded weakly. Bradley laughed, and the rhythm of springs and impacts sped up, their volume increasing. Taylor cried out in what seemed like acute pain.
Ashton gathered his composure and thrust the stick of the lollipop into the lock. The lock gave way, and the pup turned the knob and flung the door open. The noises came to a halt. Ashton froze at the sight before him, his eyes widening in confusion. The room was dimly lit, but he could clearly see his sister and Bradley.
Taylor was down on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, panting. She had a pink collar tightly strapped to her neck, with a leash attached. Bradley had mounted her in a dominant fashion, pulling the leash taut as he mercilessly pumped his sizeable member into the cub's sister. All motion, however, had ceased the moment the door was flung open. Taylor was positioned in a manner that put her nearly face to face with her little brother, standing innocently in the doorway. Her cheeks were flushed; her tongue hung daintily out of the side of her muzzle. Her deep blue eyes held a startled and deeply embarrassed look. The odor of her womanhood permeated the air. She was panting steadily. From behind her, Bradley rested upon his knees, rising triumphantly several feet above his prone prey, his chiseled abdomen glistening with sweat, his cock buried deep into Taylor's pussy. Ashton dropped the lollipop to the floor.
"Ashton, wait!" his sister cried, scrambling forward as she struggled to catch her breath. Once again, Ashton felt sick to the stomach, tears welling up behind his eyes. He turned sharply and ran from the room. Before Taylor could get up, Bradley fiercely shoved her face down into the mattress before slowly resuming his lustful thrusts.
"Get the fuck off of me!" she shouted, her anger lending her strength. She managed to kick him in the crotch as she struggled. He gasped for air and fell backwards in pain, letting go of the leash. Taylor sprang up, fully nude. Her full, firm breasts bounced about as she sprung out of the bed and dashed after her brother.
Taylor arrived at Ashton's door just as he was in the process of slamming it shut. Covering her breasts with one arm, Taylor stuck her foot into the doorway swiftly, halting the door's motion abruptly. Ashton backed away cautiously as his sister yelped in mild pain, grabbing her foot and hopping about, her arm instinctively leaving her chest and allowing her little brother full view of her full, bouncing breasts. Ashton stood nervously chewing on one of his claws, his cheeks flushed. Taylor's pain gradually subsided, and she realized that her chest was bare. Quickly covering her chest with one arm and her crotch with the other, Taylor stepped forward, nearly tripping over the leash as it dangled around her legs.
"Hey!" came a loud, sterm voice from across the hall. "I'm getting limp over here! What's the fucking hold-up?"
Taylor flushed deeply as she spun around and stormed back across the hall. Ashton admired her firm, supple ass as she sauntered away, swaying her hips. Envy crept into his mind as he listened intently. He heard a swift blow, either a kick or a punch, he couldn't tell, followed by an extremely pained cry from Bradley. After a few moments, Ashton heard the door to his sister's room slam shut, followed by the sound of his sister returning.
Taylor popped into her brother's room dressed in a tight, midriff-revealing t-shirt and a pair of modest lace panties. The outfit was obviously assembled hastily, and the pink collar remained around her neck, the leash dangling about her thighs.
"Ohh," Taylor cried out, frustrated, as she clawed at the collar. It was locked, and Bradley had no doubt hidden the key somewhere out of reach. Taylor fumbled with the collar and managed to release the leash, dropping it to the floor. She turned her gaze to her brother, who still seemed quite terrified. Taylor sighed, dropping her eyes guiltily to the ground. She stepped up to her little brother and dropped down on her knees, putting her at an eye level slightly below that of her brother. She looked up into his eyes sternly and collected her thoughts.
"You know I love you, Ashton," she said at length, throwing her arms around him. He did not respond; he remained frozen, his arms at his side.
"He... he was hurting you," Ashton managed.
"No," his sister corrected in a grave tone that startled her brother. They looked quietly into each other's eyes for several moments. Taylor smiled and continued. "You'll understand some day, Ash," she remarked. "What we were doing in there... I know it seems scary, but it's natural."
"Mom never wore a collar," Ashton blurted out. He was visibly upset, and being reminded of his mother did not help the situation. His sister blushed.
"Look... I'm not mom. I know you miss her... so do I. But what Bradley and I were doing... I wanted him to do it. We love each other very much... and when two people love each other, sometimes they... well, they touch each other in certain ways. Do... do you understand anything I'm saying?" she asked, searching his face for signs of recognition. She wasn't sure just how much Ashton had heard on the subject from other kids. Ashton cast his eyes to the floor and shook his head bashfully.
"I'm tired. I should probably go to sleep," he remarked. "Did we wake dad up?" he asked, trying to supress the glimmer of hope that sprung up in the tone of his voice.
"No, he's dead to the world. He'll wake up tomorrow with a terrible headache, I'm sure," she responded disdainfully. They both shared a few moments of silence before Ashton's stomach growled loudly. "Honey," Taylor said in a concerned tone, placing a slender hand on her brother's shoulder, "you need to eat." Ashton simply remained silent and climbed into his bed, sniffling. Taylor left the room quietly and headed downstairs. Ashton closed his eyes as he listened to his sister's claws skitter across the kitchen linoleum. After several moments, she returned with a fresh green apple from the refrigerator, which she set on her brother's dresser.
"Here, for if you change your mind," she said concernedly, with a maternal tone in her voice. She sat gingerly on the edge of Ashton's bed. He remained lying on his side, facing away from her. She quietly hummed a tune as she ran her fingers through the fur upon her brother's head. Ashton pretended to be asleep. He could feel the heat of her body pressed up against his, and he could still smell, though to a much lesser degree than before, the scent of her womanhood. Ashton scooted backwards instinctively, snuggling up against his sister as he listened to her hum the lullaby their mother had used to get them to sleep when they were younger. Smiling, Ashton drifted happily off to sleep. He heard his sister whisper to him as he fell into a deep slumber.
"Goodnight hon," she whispered warmly. "I'll make breakfast in the morning." Taylor quietly scooted away from her brother, who was sleeping soundly at last. She shook her head as she bent down and picked up the discarded, greasy bag of potato chips. Closing it up, she quietly tiptoed out of the room, softly pulling his door shut.
"Mr. Bartley!" the teacher snapped, shocking Ashton out of his reminiscence. The pup looked up, startled. "We're still waiting for your answer," Mr. Lawrence remarked sternly. Ashton started to tremble. He could hear several of his classmates, particularly the girls, giggling as he fumbled his speech. The teacher had apparently asked Ashton a question, but the young wolf had been so distracted he had not heard it.
"Uh... Umm... four?" Ashton stammered nervously. The class broke into laughter. Ashton blushed hard and sunk into his chair.
"No, Ashton," the teacher said with a sigh, "the pilgrim's second ship was not called 'four.' Have you been listening at all?" he demanded with a mild glare. Ashton simply slumped deeper into his chair, intensely embarrassed. "Mr. Bartley," the teacher continued, "I want you to see me after class today." A teasing sound rose up amongst the students, amused at seeing one of their own in trouble.
"Yes, sir," replied the pup meekly.
The class was soon let out for lunch and recess. Ashton sat alone, as he often did, and ate his lunch quietly by himself. He wasn't very hungry, but Taylor had packed him a generous lunch. She had also, however, prepared omelettes that morning, and the wolf cub's tummy was still full from such a hearty meal. Ashton felt positively awful; he felt exceedingly stupid for thinking his teacher would like a silly green apple... it had seemed like such a good idea in the morning, though. Ashton had hurriedly placed it into the icebox after waking up, letting it chill as he ate breakfast, so that he could present it to Mr. Lawrence at class.
After walking in on his sister and her boyfriend the previous night, something subtle inside the young pup had shifted, had clicked in some way. He had spent the entire morning bus ride drowsily fantasizing about his teacher... Ashton envisioned himself on his hands and knees, with a pink collar around his neck, and Mr. Lawrence pulling on the leash as he filled the cub with his manhood. Ashton still didn't understand the feelings he was having, but he felt that he had seen enough to discover what it was that he yearned for so badly.
During recess, Ashton met up with one of his female friends and inquired about the math homework. Apparently, Mr. Lawrence hadn't taken it up yet. Ashton's friend offered to let him copy her work. Normally, Ashton would never cheat in such a manner, but he didn't want to offend his teacher by not turning in the homework. Ashton decided to take advantage of the opportunity and copied her work, making slight alterations to make his own copy seem more genuine.
The rest of the day went on in an unremarkable fashion. Mr. Lawrence never called on Ashton again, which made the wolf cub feel even more guilty for zoning out earlier. He tried to keep his composure, but the more time that passed, the more miserable the pup felt. I'm not... shaped... like Taylor, he thought to himself... no man would ever want me in that way. He found himself feeling more and more ashamed as the bell approached.
When the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day, Ashton was on the verge of tears. He grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the classroom before anyone else even got up. Mr. Lawrence didn't notice; he was writing that night's assignment on the board.
"Oh, before I forget," he said, turning around and motioning for the class to remain for a moment longer, "please leave last night's homework on my desk on your way out." Several students groaned at this statement. Mr. Lawrence remembered his statement to Ashton earlier, and scanned the room. "Where is he," the teacher muttered to himself.
Ashton barged into the empty boys' restroom, rushing into the nearest stall. Slamming the door, he dropped his bookbag to the floor and cried into his paws. He was so sick of this routine... why couldn't he just be normal, like everybody else? The pup froze and listened intensely for several moments; all was quiet. Blushing, he slowly unzipped his pants.
Easing his claws into the belt loops, he pulled the pants down slowly, revealing a dark gray plaid skirt around the cub's slender waist. A smile lit up Ashton's face as he pulled the unwelcome article of male clothing off, fumbling with the pant legs for several moments to get them past his shoes. Ashton excitedly moved his paws to the front of his shirt and began unfastening the buttons one by one.
Ashton pulled the shirt off slowly, revealing a tight, soft, pink sweater underneath. The neckline was cut just a tad lower than he was used to, revealing the soft white fur above his chest. Dropping the button-down shirt to the bathroom floor, Ashton leaned back against the side wall of the stall. He placed a paw upon his chest, slowly sliding the flat of his claws across the soft fabric until the tip of one claw rested upon his left nipple, standing erect beneath the fabric. Ashton moaned as he applied pressure and teased his sensitive flesh with his claw. His other paw made its way down beneath the skirt, sliding down into the pink floral printed panties Ashton wore underneath.
Ashton felt his modest cock, taller and stiffer than ever before, against his tummy. He slowly caressed his stiff little cock and soft, furry white balls with one paw as he teased a nipple with the other, closing his eyes and moaning softly. All the pain, all the worries, subsided in the heat of passion. All he saw when he closed his eyes was Mr. Lawrence, naked with nothing but his glasses on his face, his work tie around his neck, and the apple in his hand. Without realizing what he was doing, Ashton absently began humming the lullaby his sister had treated him to the night before... the one his mother had held so dear.
Just then, a group of rowdy students rushed into the bathroom. The sound of laughter, rough-housing, and shuffling feet snapped Ashton out of his daze. Oh god, he thought to himself, utterly terrified. He scrambled for his pants and shirt. He managed to scoop up his button-down, but a paw came sliding under the stall and grabbed the pants before Ashton could get to them. Ashton froze in terror as the student snatched the pants from under the stall with a giggle. The rest of the pups in the bathroom broke into laughter; one of them grabbed on the stall door and flung it open. Oh god, Ashton thought to himself... I didn't... I didn't lock the stall door!
The crowd froze. There was a stark silence that lasted several seconds as the boys stared in amazement at Ashton. They had expected to see a pantless boy barking for his britches back, but what they saw before them was young Ashton in a skirt and a tight, girly sweater, blushing profusely and trying to cover as much of his body as possible with his arms and paws. The button-down shirt, hung upon the cub's shoulder, fell to the floor uselessly as Ashton's entire body trembled. One of the boys, a short, stocky German shepherd, broke the silence.
"See, Tommy, I told you Ashton was a fruit!" he yelled triumphantly, igniting the room into laughter. Tears streamed down Ashton's face, dampening his fur as he blushed and cowered into the back corner of the stall.
"Get out here, you little fucking faggot," one of the students snapped, sending a quiet hush over the crowd. The boy, a tall, dark brown donkey, reached forward and grabbed Ashton by the scruff of his neck. The wolf cub's eyes widened in terror.
"No, please!" he protested through his sobs. The room was quiet. Ashton heard the snap of a picture being taken on someone's cell phone, followed by several similar sounds. Ashton struggled to free himself from the strong boy's grip.
"Where do you think you're going, bitch?!" the donkey yelled sharply, tightening his grip on the back of Ashton's neck and shoving the trembling cub's head downwards, forcing the young pup on his knees. The larger student forcefully dragged the pup out of the stall; Ashton trembled as his slender knees slid across the tiled floor.
"Let me go!" the wolf cried out, terrified and blinded by tears. He wanted to be back at home, in bed, with his sister nearby. He wanted this all to be a bad dream... to wake up to the sound of his mother calling him down to breakfast.
"Aww, how precious... Ashton wishes he was a girl," the stocky shepherd teased. The donkey straddled the wolf cub, pinning him uncomfortably to the tiled floor.
"Ashton isn't a proper name for a girly little bitch like this," the donkey insisted, glaring at the pup with fire in his eyes.
"More like Ashley," one of the students remarked, inciting a murmur of nervous laughter. While a few of the boys were joining in the donkey's fun, many of them were becoming uncomfortable; a few of them shuffled slowly towards the door.
"Nobody leaves!" the donkey snapped angrily. Everybody froze. For several moments the only audible noise was Ashton's weeping; his entire body was wracked with sobs. He desperately tried to stammer out in protest, but he could barely get a single word out.
"I...I..." he stammered with a defeated whimper, his dainty features curled into an expression of abject horror. He sniffled, trying to catch his breath.
"I...I..." the donkey mimicked back, in a tone of condescending mockery. "You what? What?!" the donkey screamed at him, shifting his grip to the cub's throat and slamming the back of his head up against the nearby wall. Ashton's blood froze as he heard the sound of pants unzipping to his left.
"I j..just w-want to... to go home," he finally managed, in a pathetic, meek voice choked by uncontrollable sobs.
"Aww," the German shepherd murmured playfully in a tone of mock affection. He began to stroke the topside of the wolf's muzzle. Ashton was shaking like a leaf.
"Oh, I'll take you home, baby girl," the donkey said, dropping his tone a bit. His expression changed to one of muted compassion as he released his grip on the cub, causing him to cough reflexively. The donkey leaned back, still on his knees, and began to undo his belt and unzip his jeans.
"No!" Ashton yelped, his terror renewed at the realization of what was about to happen. "Please, don't! You can't!"
Ashton felt two rows of razor sharp canine teeth clamp down upon the side of his neck. The wolf froze, petrified with fear, as the German shepherd, now down on his knees, growled menacingly as he tightened his maw's grip upon the poor young pup.
"Shhh," the donkey cooed. "Lie back and try to enjoy it, baby girl." With one surprisingly strong hand, the donkey softly stroked and caressed the terrified wolf's erect nipples through the fabric of his soft pink sweater. With his other hand, the donkey reached under Ashton's skirt and tore the panties off of the terrified cub.
"T...Taylor," Ashton pleaded quietly, in a whisper, to himself. The donkey pulled down his own jeans, revealing white cotton briefs with a shockingly large, semi-firm cock pushing through, yearning to be released. "D... daddy," Ashton continued, raising his voice slightly, hoping that somehow, some way, his father would hear him and come to his aid.
"Aww, isn't that cute?" the donkey mused. "Ashley wants her daddy!" the German shepherd let out a muffled chuckle, momentarily loosening his grip on the pup's neck. Ashton squirmed, causing the canine to clamp down even harder than before in response, growling viciously and causing the wolf pup to momentarily fear for his life. The donkey moved one hand to the waistline of his briefs, inserting a thumb behind the elastic band. With his other hand, he reached up and caressed Ashton's cheek, tenderly brushing away the wolf's tears with his thumb. The donkey leaned in close and whispered into Ashton's ear.
"Daddy's here, baby girl."
Ashton's face contorted, his expression twisting into renewed sobs. He let his body go completely limp; he couldn't fight it anymore. He was a terrible person, he thought... nothing more than shit on this kid's shoe. Maybe this was... for the best. No man would ever want me in that way, Ashton had thought. Maybe... maybe this is the closest I'll ever get to being loved. The thought made him feel like as insignificant as a speck of dust... he felt dirty, too... filthy, even. His cock ached... it was rock hard, leaking pre-cum steadily.
One of the more compassionate students, who had earlier attempted to leave through the door, came up to Ashton now and knelt down. The donkey shot the student a fierce, dominant glare, ensuring that the newcomer knew that Ashton had already been claimed. To reaffirm his point, the donkey took his hand from the wolf's cheek and planted it firmly and possessively over Ashton's little cock and balls. The wolf moaned through his sobs, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. The newcomer bravely proceeded, placing a paw softly on Ashton's belly.
"Ashton," the compassionate student said warmly, gently rubbing the wolf's tummy with his paw. Ashton, terrified though he was, managed to recognize the voice as that of one of his few remaining male friends.
"Mike..." Ashton started, but was cut off by a vicious growl from the shepherd, who slid his teeth back and forth across the wolf's neck flesh, scratching him lightly. The teeth released their grip then, and the shepherd lovingly grazed his muzzle across Ashton's trembling neck, lapping tenderly at the light wound.
"Mikey?" Ashton proceeded. Mikey was a good friend of his, who had always treated him kindly, and had left his own table to join Ashton at lunch on many occasions. Mikey was a diminutive but well-toned Siberian husky with a color pattern similar to Ashton's. His voice was full and soothing; it wasn't threatening, but it was deep and mature, unlike Ashton's girly, pre-adolescent voice.
"Ashton..." the husky continued, continuing to rub his friend's belly, "it's gonna be okay. I... I'm here," he stammered, trying to sound confident. His voice cracked, however, as he struggled to hold back his own tears. He had a genuine bond with Ashton and recognized the situation as a rape attempt in progress. He had considered going to a teacher for help, but decided that it would probably be too traumatic for Ashton, being seen dressed like that by school staff; Mikey was well aware of the damage that Ashton's father could cause when angry, and he knew that if a teacher found out about Ashton's... habits... that they would phone home, and Ashton would more than likely be mercilessly beaten by his angry and disappointed father. Unable to stop what was happening, he wanted to do what little he could to console the poor lupine puppy.
"I... I'm scared, Mike," Ashton admitted timidly as he reached up weakly with his left paw. Mikey quickly brought his own paw to Ashton's and clasped it tenderly.
"Isn't that cute?" the donkey remarked with a grin. "Ashley has a boyfriend!" The donkey shot a mocking glare to Mikey, but the husky refused to be intimidated. He held his friend's paw dearly, rubbing the wolf's belly softly with his free paw.
"Why don't you give your girlfriend a kiss?" the donkey sneered at Mikey. A tear rolled down Mikey's cheek. The donkey raised his voice. "Did you hear me, you scrawny piece of shit?! Kiss your fucking woman! Now!"
Mikey steadied himself calmly, stifling his tears in a masculine manner that impressed Ashton deeply. Try as he might, Ashton had never been able to hold back his tears like that. Ashton's sobs slowed, and he sniffled heavily through his tears. His eyes caught Mikey's, and his heart skipped a beat. He shuddered as the German shepherd's tongue lapped playfully at his left ear. The shepherd ceased his licking, bringing his muzzle up to Ashton's ear.
"You're fucking worthless, you disgusting, pathetic piece of shit!" the shepherd's voice snapped with genuine fury. Ashton was wounded deeply by these vitriolic words, and the relieved expression that Mikey had brought to his face quickly vanished, leaving a pathetic, dejected look of absolute sadness and surrender in its wake. The German shepherd, turned on by all the foreplay with the unwilling little boy bitch, backed away about a foot and slid his already unbuttoned, unzipped jeans down to the floor. Moaning quietly to himself, the German shepherd began to fondle his own average sized dick through the soft cotton of his boxers with one paw. With the other, he pulled out his camera-phone and aimed it skillfully at Ashton and Mikey, taking care to keep the donkey out of the shot.
"Go on," he snapped at the husky, "kiss the little faggot!"
Up until now, the room had been hushed, save for the noises created by the victim and the victimizers. A soft and loving cooing could be heard now from over by the sinks... two young schoolboys, one a young leopard, the other a slender mouse, were french kissing each other deeply; they simply could not contain themselves in the face of such an erotic scene... the scene played out as if in a dream, and so they acted accordingly, as if in a dream, allowing their deepest impulses to erupt passionately to the surface. The mocking shepherd and donkey ignored them, however, lost in the moment and focused on their prey.
Mikey's heart went out to Ashton at that moment, as the poor little wolf lay prostrate; Ashton had completely ceased any and all signs of resistance and self-pity. He simply lay back with a dazed and defeated look, feeling and looking utterly violated and hollow, his spirit and his innocence both irrevocably shattered. Another tear rolled down Mikey's face as he licked his lips and leaned in slowly for the kiss. He squeezed his friend's paw, desperately hoping to feel a squeeze in return... but he felt nothing. Mikey leaned in close, until he was muzzle to muzzle with Ashton.
"Ashton," he called out quietly. There was no response; the wolf cub's eyes retained their empty look, as if he were staring off a million miles into space. The donkey pulled down his briefs, allowing his seven inch cock to bob free. His balls, the size of tennis balls, swung lightly below as he gripped his dick and beat it against the wolf cub's comparatively tiny package.
"There, baby girl," the donkey said softly, "feel what a real man's dick feels like."
The brushing touch of the hot, throbbing, leathery cock upon his delicate little boy region sent a spark through Ashton's body that woke him from his stupor.
"Ashton," Mikey called again, desperate for a response. Still, no answer. The donkey, spat onto Ashton's face. Ashton gasped, shutting one eye as the hefty glob of spittle splattered onto the right side of his face. The donkey reached up with one strong hand, rubbing the spittle off of the wolf's face tenderly, so that his own hand was moistened evenly with the spit, which he then applied judiciously to his cock as lubricant. Mikey searched his buddy's eyes, and decided to try a different approach.
"Ashley," he murmured softly. Ashton responded with a tender squeeze of his friend's paw. His empty eyes sprang to life, their gaze darting to meet Mikey's. As the puppies' eyes met, Mikey felt a tender melting sensation in his chest, as if a ball of flame had materialized in his chest, and then proceeded to slowly sink down into his stomach, and finally into his bowels. Ashton's eyes regained their terrified luster as the donkey brushed the head of his thick dick up against the wolf cub's sensitive, virgin tailhole.
One of the boys who was kissing by the sink dropped his britches and walked over, stepping over the gay little bitch cub. It was the leopard, who knelt down and spat into his own hand. He rubbed the saliva onto his five inch, erect barbed cock. Tenderly, he gripped Ashton's limp right hand and guided it to his feline dick, wrapping the wolf's dainty grip around his shaft. The feline gingerly took the wolf's lifeless, gripping hand and guided it up and down. Ashton responded, sliding his hand up and down the cat's cock of his own volition, his thumb reaching up to playfully brush the kitten's dickhole. The leopard purred loudly as the little faggot slowly jerked him off. Over by the sinks, the mouse had a hand down the front of his pants and was fondling himself. The mouse and the leopard had their gazes locked on one another the whole time, the leopard teasing and the mouse swooning with envy. Feeling the distinctly feline cock, Ashton's addled mind flashed images of Bradley, on whom he had had a sizeable crush for the last several years. Ashton moaned softly.
"Do you want daddy's donkey dick?" the donkey demanded sharply, striking fear into the little wolf cub.
"Uh... umm... oh..." Ashton stammered, moaning. The leopard had moved one of his paws over to the wolf pup's tiny package and was stroking his cock steadily.
"Fuck off!" the donkey screamed, smacking the leopard across the face. The feline's purring ceased as he cried out. He had not even consciously intended to jack the cub off... he was just so possessed by the energy in the room. Tears welled up in the kitten's eyes as he buried his face in his paws and began to sob quietly, as Ashton continued to slide his slender hand lovingly up and down the feline's cock. Over by the sink, the mouse cried out, but was quickly silenced by a dominant glare from the donkey. The mouse huddled back against the corner between the tiled wall by the sinks and the outside of one of the stalls, curling up into a fetal position and burying his head in his knees.
"Do you want it?" the donkey asked once more.
"Yes!" Ashton cried out. "I want your... I... I want your donkey dick deep inside me, daddy! I... I need you so much.... make a woman out of me..." he shuddered, quoting a line he had heard his sister say early on in her relationship with Bradley.
"Goddammit," the shepherd barked. "If you don't kiss your buddy soon, husky, I'm going to tear his goddam throat out!" The shepherd's camera-phone shook visibly in his hand as he struggled to contain his rage. His free hand was frantically grabbing at his own cock, which was growing limp. Mikey took a deep breath, his eyes meet Ashton's once more. They were still muzzle to muzzle. Mikey tenderly licked Ashton in the nose one time. Ashton managed a soft smile in response.
"Ashley," the husky said longingly, licking his lips.
"Y...y...yes Mikey?" the wolf cub stammered.
"May I kiss you?" he asked warmly, in a tone of genuine longing and concern.
"Ugh," the donkey muttered, embarrassed for the both of them, slapping himself in the forehead. To him, such a lack of force in such a situation was an inexcusable, pathetic sign of weakness.
"Will you? P... please..." Ashton stammered.
"If... if you really want me to," Mikey responded.
"K... kiss your girl, Mikey," Ashton said with a smile, partially emulating something he had heard the donkey say earlier.
Mike turned his head sideways, closed his eyes and hesitantly went in for the kiss. All eyes in the room were fixed on the two young puppies, their eyes filled with deep love for one another. Mikey opened his mouth and leaned in, causing Ashton to shudder in response, opening his own mouth slightly in anticipation. Mikey froze, however, moments before locking muzzles with his pal. Ashton whimpered softly, his body desperately longing for the kiss.
Mikey pulled away slightly, causing a terrified look to appear in Ashton's big brown eyes. Mikey opened his big emerald eyes, casting a dominant glance at Ashton, whose countenance was one of girlish anticipation. The husky teased his mark for a few more moments, going in and out, until finally, he inched forward within range of Ashton's hungry lips. The hungry little wolf cub bitch lunged forward with his muzzle, locking lips with his childhood friend. The husky and the wolf cubs shared a passionate, drugging kiss.
Just as the two locked lips, the shepherd's camera-phone clicked, and the donkey plunged his huge, throbbing cock deep into the willing, trembling little girl ass. Ashton's body convulsed with passionate delight. His moans were muffled by Mikey, who was kissing him deeply and passionately. The husky sensed his friend's intense pain at being penetrated for the first time, and by such a huge dick. Mikey responded by lovingly exploring the wolf's mouth with his broad canine tongue. Mikey buried his tongue forcefully down Ashton's throat, twisting and coiling his tongue around Ashton's. The two tongues wrestled for several seconds, before Ashton's surrendered, going limp. Mikey's strong and forceful tongue softly licked Ashton's tongue slowly and lovingly. As all this went on, the two would intermittently open their eyes, often at the same time, and gaze deeply into each other's countenance.
"Goddam you're tight! Shit," the donkey moaned in ecstasy as he vigorously thrust his now fully rock hard, eight inch cock in and out of 'Ashley's' ass. The little bitch cub swiveled 'her' hips in an attempt to grind against the donkey's hips and drive his cock even deeper. The donkey pumped harder and faster until he successfully buried all eight inches, fucking the now willing bitch, balls deep. Ashton, still locked in a divine kiss with Mikey, moaned in delight as he felt the donkey's huge, smooth balls slap against his own round, tender ass. It still hurt a little, but... it felt so good.
Ashton lost himself in that moment... he was so happy, he began to cry tears of joy. Every single negative event in his life seemed to fade from memory; everything had been leading up to this. He was woman, and he had a big, thick cock buried deep in his girly little ass, while a mega-cute husky was passionately giving him his very first kiss. Ashton increased the speed of his right hand as he continued to jack off the cat, who was purring once more.
"Yeah, Bitch! You like being fucked by a big dick, don't you?" the donkey panted. He took one hand and placed it upon Ashton's little package. The rock hard little wolf prick was practically glued to Ashton's fur from all the pre-cum. The donkey tore it from the fur, playing with it with two fingers while he caressed the little balls with his thumb. He laughed out loud as he continued to pump his excessive manhood into 'Ashley's' tight little tailhole.
"You couldn't ever please a girl with that pathetic little thing," the donkey teased. "Even if it tripled in size in the next few years, you'd still be a teen with a tiny little pecker! Good god," he continued, batting the prick around playfully, "probably the smallest one in the room." Ashton blushed profusely, his eyes closed, his muzzle still locked with Mikey's. "What a pathetic little faggot!" the donkey continued, with emphasis on the final word, as he pumped even harder into Ashton's ass.
Mikey grabbed the back of Ashton's neck by the scruff, and pulled him away from him, bringing an end to the earth-shattering kiss. The two panted breathlessly. Mikey looked down protectively, lovingly, at Ashton, who was blushing hard, his bashful gaze flitting between the floor and Mikey's deep green eyes. Ashton's neck sank, his shoulders raising up girlishly as he continued to blush. Mikey held the wolf's gaze as he softly kissed the soft white fur which was exposed by the low cut of Ashton's pink sweater. Ashton moaned, panting even harder as the throbbing donkey dick fucked him mercilessly. Mikey worked his lips down slowly, kissing every inch of Ashton's cloth-covered tummy, and finally moving to his exposed midriff, kissing his naval, and finally to Ashton's little pecker, still being fondled by the donkey's hand.
The donkey inserted the hard little boy penis into the husky's eager mouth. The donkey proceeded to grab the back of Mikey's head, forcing him down on the little pecker. Mikey opened wide, easily taking Ashton's entire package into his mouth.
"Oh, god!" Ashton cried out in a high pitched squeal. "It feels... so good! I... oh... daddy, daddy! Har... harder... faster... d..d..deeper! Oh... Michael," he cried out lovingly. The donkey, sweating from exertion, leaned down and whispered something into Mikey's ear. Mikey glanced towards the donkey, still lapping at Ashton's package, and nodded submissively.
Over by the sinks, the German shepherd had the mouse on the floor, and was forcing the young schoolboy's head back and forth, so that the mouse was deepthroating him. The shepherd moaned as the mouse's tongue danced across his meat. Meanwhile, the leopard's eyes rolled back into his head as he approached climax, Ashton jerking even harder.
Mikey unzipped his jeans as he continued to suck off his friend. Mikey's cock was surprisingly large for his age and species, easily five and a half inches. His balls were sizeable, and ready to blow a huge load. Mike took Ashton's package from his mouth and eased himself over behind his friend's head. Gingerly turning Ashton's neck, Mikey held his throbbing canine cock up to Ashton's mouth. Ashton eagerly lunged forward with his muzzle, locking onto Mikey's cock and suckling it deeply, as if it were a baby's bottle full of delicious milk.
The shepherd took the mouse by the neck, removing his cock from the schoolboy's throat. The mouse coughed as the German shepherd dragged him over to the gay orgy. The smell of musk was heavy in the air. The shepherd leaned over his prey, whipping out his own throbbing canine cock. The shepherd started playfully beating his cock against Ashton's tiny package as he grinned devilishly at the horny cub. The mouse followed suit, resting his diminutive dick against Ashton's warm belly as he presented his cock to the little wolf, guiding Ashton's free hand to the throbbing member. Ashton eagerly complied.
The few boys not involved were turned facing the wall, covering their eyes, trying to find a happy place. The boys involved in the orgy, however, all moaned passionately as they approached climax.
The donkey grunted, repeatingly putting his prey into place verbally, snapping, "Bitch!" every few seconds. Mikey groaned, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he lightly petted Ashton, who suckled hungrily at his cock. All the while, the little wolf bitch was jacking off the mouse and the leopard, stopping his own lupine paws every so often to thumb the boys' dickholes lovingly. The cat purred, and the mouse squeaked. The shepherd had gripped both his sizeable shaft and the wolf boy's entire package, and was holding the two cocks in a close embrace as he jacked them both off at the same time. Every so often the shepherd would cry out, "Faggot!" making the horny little bitch blush profusely.
The donkey came first, yelling out in a deep and dominant tone as he slammed his dick deep into the quivering, tender rump of his prey, shooting over a pint of thick donkey cum into Ashley's tender little rump, filling 'her' to the belly with his milk. As he came, his strong hands gripped the bitch's waist tightly, the breadth of the donkey's grip nearly encircling the little wolf boy's entire waist, the donkey's fingertips brushing against the soft fabric of the plaid skirt.
"Oh, Ashley! Oh, you're doing... such a good... uh," Mikey stammered. "Good girl! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... oh god... oh, Fuck!!!" Mikey tossed his head back and cried out as his entire body was shaken to the core by a mind-numbing orgasm. He pulled his dick out of Ashton's mouth just enough so that the head of his cock brushed against the horny little bitch's lips. Ashton opened wide, eagerly catching all of his friend's thick semen.
The mouse and the leopard both came next, and as they did they leaned in and kissed each other deeply. Ashton aimed their cocks at his mouth, jerking them off faster and faster. The two kissing lovers moaned as they shot streams of spunk out of their throbbing members. All three cocks sprayed accurately at their mark, and Ashton greedily drank down the cum of three of his schoolmates, making sure not to spill a single drop; he swallowed rapidly in a desperate attempt to keep pace with the flowing gunk.
The German shepherd spewed his man-milk then, barking loudly. He opened his paw and caught his cum as it erupted. Ashton's body convulsed violently, and his little cock erupted then, spewing cum. The shepherd acted quickly, bringing his other paw up to Ashton's package and catching all of the little boy's cum. Ashton had just finished drinking in the three boys' cum, and was panting in exhausted ecstasy. The German shepherd brought his cum-filled, cupped paws up to the young wolf boy's lips. 'Ashley' drank greedily, lapping up the shepherd's cum first, followed by 'her' own meager load. 'She' finished by suckling each of the shepherd's individual claws, making sure to suckle off every last drop of cum. The entire group was panting.
Mikey kissed Ashton deeply. Ashton, exhausted, managed to return the tongue-play in a weakened, but loving fashion. The puppies' tongues caressed each other for a few sacred seconds before the spent schoolboys withdrew from the little bitch cub.
Mikey was the last to withdraw, following the shepherd, mouse, and leopard. The donkey remained with his softening dick buried deep into Ashton's ass. Panting, the donkey managed a few more thrusts, fully milking his dick into Ashton's insides, before finally pulling his thick, long man-meat out of his prey's ass, inch by glorious inch. The head of the donkey's dick flew out with a loud squelching sound, leaving a huge gap in Ashton's previously tight tailhole. Acting quickly, the donkey grabbed the cub's ankles and picked them up off the ground, until he was effectively holding the little cub upside down. He crossed Ashton's legs and motioned for the mouse to hand him some paper towels, which he did. The donkey proceeded to plug up Ashton's ass with the wadded paper towels to ensure that none of his seed would spill out. He smiled, satisfied with his domination of his trembling prey.
"Faggot," he snapped dismissively, sneering and laughing derisively as he flung the cub's ankles to the ground. Ashton 's body tumbled down, landing him on his face. After his orgasm, Ashton had snuggled his rump cozily into the abdomen of the student who had violently raped him, feeling incredibly content at having the seven inches of the large, muscular donkey's thick maleness deep inside of him. He had wanted nothing more than to wrap his little legs around the donkey's muscled waist and fall asleep with the throbbing meat-log deep inside of him. Once the donkey had removed his dick from Ashton's ass, however, leaving a sizeable gap, Ashton's heart had sunk. He felt empty and ashamed again... he was not whole. He began to weep as the donkey's strong hands plugged his stretched tailhole with paper towels. Ashton curled up on his side, sobbing miserably, feeling filthy. The boys got dressed, the German shepherd and the donkey laughing and high-fiving each other.
"Faggot," the donkey snapped once more, kicking Ashton in the ribs as he walked away. Ashton coughed and cried out in pain at the impact. Mikey stayed behind, holding Ashton's paw tenderly and scratching the backside of his ears lightly and soothingly. The mouse and the leopard began to walk out, hand in hand.
Ashton opened his eyes and took a look at the boys who were leaving. On his way out, the German shepherd scooped up Ashton's khaki's and waved them in the air triumphantly. He quickly shoved them into his own backpack and exited.
Ashton's heart sank. He wept profusely as Mikey gingerly scooped up the pink floral panties and eased them up over his friend's limp little cock and balls. He pulled the skirt all the way up and rubbed his friend's tummy. The several boys still in the bathroom began to awake from their torpor and shuffle toward the exit, when suddenly, commotion was heard outside.
"What the hell is going on in there?" A deep, adult voice demanded crisply. It was Mr. Lawrence. Ashton could hear the interrogation heat up outside. Mikey, frightened, kissed Ashton on the forehead.
"I... I have to leave, Ash. I'm... I'm sorry. I don't want to get into trouble," he said guiltily as he hurried out the door, leaving Ashton all alone in the bathroom, curled up on his side, with nothing but his smelly dick-breath, his stained fur, his plugged ass full of donkey dick-milk, a tummy full of cum, a soiled button-down, and his backpack. Ashton wept quietly, his head resting wearily upon the the cold, unforgiving tile.
I wonder if the apple is still cold, he thought to himself as he sat up, sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes.