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It was a Saturday, and the month Acorn Troop Retreat was in full swing. On the first weekend of every month, the small congregation of young boys and their respective 'handlers' would go away to a forest clearing built especially for them. Not only was there a sizeable plot in the middle for them to set up tents, but all around the outside, closer to the trees, were ziplines, climbing walls, monkey bars, and more. The children often had a good time, but the permission to attend was given out monthly, so there was always a few that didn't show up on occasion.

There was one such young boy who always seemed to attend, no matter the consequences. People knew him as Regal, but his actual name was Regil. He was a Golden Wingless Drake, with glittering scales that adorned his lithe body from head to toe, with an impressive set of horns that jutted from his head and curled backwards around his head. His deep, ocean blue eyes were always hungry for adventure and full of awe and wonder. He always seemed to be amazed every time he came along to the retreat, despite the fact nothing had changed.

One such Camp co-leader, a richly-muscled, grey-furred wolf simply known as 'Guy', had noticed the Drake's love for the retreat, and he respected it. In all his years as a leader to the group alongside his colleagues, he'd seen the Drake take part in the activities with gusto and appreciation for the hard work the leaders put into them. Guy always liked seeing the kids get along, but he had a special fondness for the young reptile.

It was reaching the end of their first day, and Guy had been given the task this time of rounding everyone together and dishing out the food. The rotation of roles was often dealt out before the weekend getaway, and it was usually a different person each time. Guy didn't appear to mind it that much. In fact, he did enjoy cooking, so he was away behind the grill without complaints. Donning a mesh cap and an apron, the large wolf flipped burger patties and dished out hamburgers in no time.

"'Ay, Guy," One of the other leaders waltzed up to him and gave the wolf a hearty clap on the back. He was a Tiger that everyone knew a Calvin. Guy knew of his antics, and he didn't exactly like them, but he couldn't call him out, either. Stupidly, Guy had gotten drunk one night and admitted his attraction to many of the young cubs in their little group. Calvin had latched onto that and now often told the wolf of his lewd escapades with the various kids.

"Calvin," Guy let out a sigh. He hoped it wouldn't be enough one of his stories. "What can I do for you?"

"Listen," Calvin was quick to reply and scooted closer so none of the campers could hear their conversation. He looked down at one of the burgers. "I got a neat lil' pill: sleeping drugs. It puts one of those little tykes out for the night. Think it'd be fun, huh? I know you've had your eye on a certain someone."

Calvin looked over to one of the cubs, and Guy followed his gaze until the pair of them were staring down the glimmering Golden Dragon, who was happily chatting away to some of his friends whilst waiting for his food.

"I...no. That'd be wrong...I mean, that's...y'know, rape, right?" Guy whispered. He couldn't help but feel thrilled by the idea: he'd been interested in the young Dragonling for a considerable length of time, but he'd never wanted to force himself upon the poor kid.

"Then don't do him in the ass," Calvin countered expertly as Guy set one of the patties down onto one of the buns. The tiger placed a small, blue pill on top of the burger and applied a strip of processed cheese over the top. The pill was hardly noticeable, unless to the trained eye.

"Just, well, fool around! Get your fill. Then tell me about it later, alright?" Calvin nudged his 'friend', and scooped up the plate with the burger, as well as a few others. He headed right over to Regil's table and set them out.

Guy's eyes were trained on the drugged burger, and he watched as the tiger placed it down in front of the reptile, who happily started chewing it down without a second thought. Guy felt a shiver run down his spine as Calvin winked over at him. Was he really going to do this?

A couple of hours later, the sun was beginning to set and it was time for everyone to pack up and head into their tents. The wolf cast his glance over the various cubs sitting around the campfire and he spotted Regil slumping a little in his seat, clearly looking a little drowsy. Guy knew the pills were working, but he was still a little anxious about all of this.

Soon enough, they had all gone to their respective tents to sleep, but Guy was still hopelessly awake. He waited for a good hour or so before he crawled out of the tent that he shared with a few of the other adults. He stepped out into the cool night air, and stared over the expanse into the darkness of the woods. It was surprising that it had gotten dark so quickly, but that was autumn for you.

Guy adjusted his strangely modern and tight-fitting pyjamas, that consisted of a pair of teal elastic pants and not much else. He glanced towards the tent that he planned to go in: he knew that, alongside Regil, there were 2 other kids in there. He had two options: molest the poor kid inside the tent, or drag him out into the open where he risks getting caught. Either way, it was risky, but if he went into the forest a little, he might get away with it.

The wolf stepped towards the tent and unzipped the entrance to the tent, poking his head inside. He scanned over the small, sleeping bodies of the cute cubs until his eyes settled on the whelp, who was thankfully sleeping just by the entrance itself. Guy blew a sigh of relief, and he gave the small Dragon a little nudge to see if he'd wake up. Regil didn't make a single sound, and Guy was confident enough to hoist him up underneath his knees and back, and carried him gingerly out the tent.

The drugs were really quite impressive. Guy watched the snoozing Dragon, and he often tripped over branches and twigs as he made his way into the darkness of the woods, yet Regil didn't stir. It was hard to see, but he could just about make out the kid's outline thanks to the dimming campfire.

Guy gently flopped his victim down and rested him up against a tree, and the Dragon elicited a small groan when he made contact with the cool, dry ground. Guy froze up for a moment, then blew a sigh of relief. He really was completely out. The canine looked his 'prize' up and down, admiring those adorable little pyjamas. He reached down, already feeling his pants tenting at his hand ran along the Dragon's chest. He tucked a hand under the pyjama shirt and practically shivered. Those glimmering scales were alarmingly smooth to the touch.

Guy took his time exploring the young Dragonling's body, right from his smooth torso, down to his cute, four-toed feet. The wolf could barely control himself as he reached up and tugged the pyjama shirt over the whelp's head, gently settling it aside on fallen leaves. He stroked his hands along the torso again and groped along the whelp's chest, feeling the nubs of those cute nipples with his large thumbs. He heard the Dragon groan again underneath him, and it only urge the wolf further forwards. His pyjamas were beginning to get incredibly tight, but he dismissed it for now.

Guy eventually moved to the prize he sought the most. His hands toyed with the waistline of Regil's pants, before he eventually tugged them down, slipping them underneath his supply rump and tugging the tail out of the hole that helped to hold them up. He stared in earnest as the pants slipped down, revealing the Dragon's small, flaccid, humanoid-styled member and the tiny ballsack behind them. Guy's stomach did a flip as his eyes settled on the small package as he reached down with a hand, gently tugging the small member and peeling the foreskin back. The whelp moaned softly underneath him and he felt the little cock pulse in his grip, steadily getting thicker.

The boy could get hard already? Guy was surprised, since Regil was only 10 years old. His large hand gently pumped and stimulated the sleeping Dragon's member into life, and the small reptile squirmed underneath him in his slumber. Guy quickly licked his lips, and he slowly started to bow his head. Was he really going to do this?

Soon enough, his lips met the swollen head of the cock and he gently pressed his wide, fleshy tongue against the twitching tip. He enveloped his lips around the tip of the member and sweetly suckled, pushed his mouth down as his tongue glided along the underside. It tasted just how he expected: sweet, soft, and faintly of flesh. One of the wolf's large hands settled on Regil's hip as the other tickled and teased the cute ballsack. He started to bob his head up and down, listening to the moans from the whelp and slowing or increasing his speed accordingly.

He never thought, in his entire time at the camp, that he'd ever do this to a poor kid, but this was an opportunity he would be remembering for a long time. He pushed his mouth down fully and bumped his snout up against the Dragon's crotch as his tongue slathered and slurped around the tiny member, coating every inch in his saliva. The kid wasn't very big, only 4 inches at most, but there was enough to taste, and it sounded like the Whelp was enjoying it.

Slowly, Regil was starting to thrust up into the wolf's mouth in his sleep, as if instinctively. The canine opened his mouth a little and pressed his tongue against the humping cock, letting it glide up and down along his flesh. He felt the Dragon's cock throb inside his mouth, and he heard his moans growing more desperate. Guy quickly reached up to place a hand over the Dragon's mouth to stifle his moans.

Soon enough, Regil was cumming, or rather, attempting to. Guy felt the Dragon shoving up into his mouth and heard the little whimpers and groans emmiting from his mouth. The wolf closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable flow of cum, but none came. The poor whelp was dry-cumming into his mouth, twitching and pulsing, but nothing coming out.

Guy pulled his head back and watched the twitching cock for a moment, gently squeezing and groping it with his hand until he felt it subside. It shrank and grew limp remarkably quickly, and the wolf chuckled under his breath. The Dragonling had a look of pure pleasure on his face in his sleep, and the wolf gently stroked those scales.

Finally, the wolf gave himself some relief, and he tugged down the front of his pants to reveal the glistening, pre-soaked, canine cock. He was at full mast, and his knot was swollen and ready to pop. The wolf huffed as he rubbed his hand along his slick, 9 inch thick member. He desperately wanted to fuck the little kid, but he didn't have any lube on the trip, nor did he want to injure the poor Dragon.

Guy settled his twitching tip against the Dragon's body as he thought what to do. Then it hit him: the kid's mouth! Slowly, the canine moved himself up and got onto his knees, pressing his tip against the Dragon's small lips. He used a hand to gently open up Regil's mouth as he settled his tapered end against the warm, fleshy tongue. It was so alarmingly warm that it sent a shiver up his spine.

Slowly, Guy guided his cock into the warm mouth and tried his best not to get caught by any teeth. His tip managed to press up to the back of the Dragon's throat, and he pulled back again, huffing and groaning. The feel of that warm tongue was nice against his hot flesh. He held Regil's head with a hand as he slowly began to thrust his hips back and forth. He gently bucked, pushing further and further into his mouth.

The wolf got a few scares when he pulled back and heard the Dragon cough and splutter, clearly gasping for air, so he tried to take it as slow as possible, but it wasn't enough to get him off. He grew more and more frustrated as he kept trying to slowly thrust.

Eventually, he snarled under his breath, his frustration getting the better of him. He pushed forwards and shoved his thick member down the Dragon's throat. The whelp wriggled in his sleep, but the drugs kept him under for the time being. The Wolf pushed his knot right up to the Dragonling's mouth, and he huffed, pulling back and thrusting again, his balls gently slapping against those chins. He knew he'd have to be quick, so he went fast.

His hands clasped around the kid's mouth, and he began to thrust into him, hard and fast. He pumped his thick cock into the tight little throat, his tapered tip gliding in and out quickly. His knot bumped against the mouth continually, and occasionally the wolf felt the nick of a tooth against his flesh, causing him to growl.

His orgasm was fast approaching, and he knew he'd have to be quick. He pulled back for a moment and heard the Dragon gasp for air. He waited a few moments for his breathing to normalise, before he shoved in again. He humped as fast as he could, his knot beginning to swell in earnest as he felt his loins ache with the desire to breed. The camp leader pushed the Dragon's head against the bark of the tree and forcefully thrust into his mouth. He held the whelp's jaw open, and let out a sigh of pure relief as his knot popped into the sleeping cub's mouth.

In an instant, or came. His tip was down far enough in the kid's throat for him to cum directly downwards,and he groaned, emptying his heavy, frustrated orbs. He felt the Dragon gag and try to gulp down his cock whilst his mouth tried to close, forcing the wolf's knot to get tugged and pulled about, which only added to the pleasure he felt. Guy huffed and panted hard, leaning against the tree and he shot rope after rope of cum down into the poor kid's throat. He felt the Dragon struggling more and more, and the wolf tried to pull his knot back. At first, it wouldn't budge, but it eventually gave and Guy removed himself from the Dragon's throat.

Regil coughed up cum and it dribbled from the corner of his lips and down his chin, splattering his front. Guy wasn't done yet, either: another few stray ropes of cum sprayed across the whelp's snout and forehead. The wolf eventually subsided as he leant back, sitting back on his ankles as his admired his handiwork, or rather, his 'mistake'. He had cum a lot: he could tell from the poor kid's swollen belly.

Slowly, Guy got dressed and tried his best to clean up the Dragon's face, before dressing him back up and lifting him up off the ground. He carried him back to his tent and set him down in his bed, hoping no-one had spotted him. When he was sure everything was fine, he went back to his own tent and laid in his 'bed' for a while, staring up at the cieling.

It was soon early morning, and the campers were called into action to begin their morning routine of getting breakfast. Once again, Guy was on cooking duty, and he was frying rashers of bacon when Calvin came over to greet him.

"Ay, big guy. You get your fill last night?" He asked, nudging the wolf with a knowing grin. Guy quickly averted his gaze down and he slowly nodded.

"Aww, man! You gotta tell me the details later. Promise?" Calvin insisted, patting the wolf's shoulder, before he turned and headed back to join the rest of the campers. Guy glanced up and looked over the group, his eyes settling on the Golden Dragon. He was rubbing his stomach, talking to his friends. The reptile looked up, and he met Guy's gaze. The two exchanged a long glance, and eventually, Regil smiled. Anxiously, Guy smiled back.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. But he wasn't sure if he'd do it again. He looked over to Calvin, and saw him waggling a packet of pills. The wolf paled.