From Bad to Worse

For weeks after being betrayed and sold out to the gnolls by the people he thought were his allies, Sepfy was forced to go through utter agony and torment, having no respite from the constant abuse and torture. After being dragged back to camp by the leader of the gnolls, Tryrikk tied the young folf boy up at the centre of the camp, his hands and legs bound to two wooden stakes, his tail pinned to his back by a rope around his neck. Unable to struggle or even move an inch, the warlord allowed his men to ravage the cub for the next few days, the entire camp fighting to get a turn with the canine, eager to get a piece of some more exotic and tighter ass than what they were used to. Sepfy was raped from all sides, never able to get more than a few minutes of sleep at most before another man or beast was already clamoring for his flank, both his tailhole and his maw often being used at the same time, the occasional fight breaking out to see which of the gnolls could claim him first. All of his clothes had been ripped off, leaving him almost entirely nude and exposed, only wearing the heavy iron band around his neck to keep his magical powers suppressed. He was strung up as the centrepiece of the gnoll camp, hungry eyes staring at his naked body at all times, the shame alone enough to make the experience miserable for him, let alone the pain of being railed by the masses of males all day long. He was only fed once during the endeavor, and even that was done through Tryrikk flinging a bowl of slop at his face, the cub desperately trying to catch as much of it in his mouth as he could while the gnolls roared with laughter. Most of his drink he had to gulp down straight from the tap, many of the men preferring to use Sepfy as their chamber pot rather than walking all the way to the outskirts of the camp to take a piss, his fur stained through with the heavy stench of dehydrated urine. After three days of the excruciating humiliation, Tryrikk finally ordered the pup to be cut free of the bindings, his legs unable to hold his weight after being stuck in an awkward position for so long, a gnoll having to drag him through the grounds by his neck to transport him to his more long term housing. He was stuffed inside of an iron cage made for the feral hyenas that the warriors trained, barely big enough for him to get up on all fours inside of. He tried to stretch his aching arms and legs, his prison not allowing him to do more than to keep his limbs tucked at his side, his joints burning with torturous pain and his belly begging for a morsel to eat, the heavy iron band around his neck making even lifting up his head an effort. 

Sepfy spent the next handful of weeks after his arrival at the gnoll camp mostly locked up inside of his tiny and cramped cage, held alongside the ferals that the warriors had captured, forced to endure the constant stench of both his environment as well as his own matted fur, his nose never quite getting used to the scents even after being immersed in them for so long. He would only be pulled out of the cage to be raped and embarrassed by the gnolls, his captors often making him act as the stress relief for both the men as well as the ferals of the camp. He was treated no better than a dirty mutt, and he was likewise fed the same diet of half-eaten leftovers and carrion that the feral hyenas dined on, the cub dragged over to the feeding trough and made to fight for the food with the pack of hyenas, the boy often only managing to get a bite of food through distracting one of the beasts with his own tailhole for just long enough to dip his muzzle into the pile of horrid feed. Sepfy had completely lost track of all time, unsure of exactly how long he had been chained up inside of the camp, entirely unaware of whether it was day or night, having not seen even a blink of natural light since stepping foot inside of the gigantic caverns. Drained of nearly all of his energy and hope, the canine simply shivered and sobbed inside of his cage, curled up in a ball, his muzzle hiding away underneath his tail, trying to at least dampen the worst of the putrid stench. Drifting in and out of sleep, his broken body not letting him nap for longer than an hour or two before a pang of pain woke him up, he was startled by a fist slamming on the top of the cage, his bloodshot eyes peeking out to see Tryrikk standing there, grinning down on him. The gnoll had come to check up on his favourite little plaything, feeling like some pressure relief and amusement would hit the spot, chuckling as he spun a set of heavy keys around his finger, his single golden fang glimmering in the light of a flickering torch, 
"How's the little pup doing, have a nice nap~?" 
Sepfy didn't dare to reply to the taunting, knowing very well just how easily he could earn a beating from his captors, simply lowering his gaze to the ground and hoping that the visit was just to tease him. Unfortunately for the cub, the man jabbed one of the keys into the rusty lock of the cage, giving it a twist, the screech of the door swinging open just barely hiding the boy's whimpering, his eyes closed in fear, knowing that as horrible as the cage was, being taken out of it could only signal something even worse. 

Grabbed by the scruff of his neck, the young folf was yanked out of his cage, grunting and whimpering as he was dragged along the ground, stumbling and bouncing as he tried to get up onto his feet only to fall again and again. Tryrikk entered the hyena pits with the cub, hauling the boy to the centre of a fenced off area, a few of the feral warbeasts stalking around and yipping in excitement, sniffing the air and pawing the dusty ground. The man threw the canine down, letting him try to stand up once more before delivering a hard kick right between his legs, sending the boy rolling over, crying in pain as he clutched his crotch. A few of the other gnolls had taken notice of the show that was about to begin, gathering around the hyena pits, cackling and yelling for their leader to go hard on the cub. Tryrikk reached down to get his legwear out of the way, keeping his victim pinned down in the mud with a boot on the folf's belly while he pulled out his cock, his sheath quickly letting his dick slip free after a few gentle pumps from his hand, his knot already starting to swell up at the sight of the struggling and groaning kid. He glanced at the feral hyenas that started to circle around the pair, smirking down at the young hybrid, 
"You know the only reason why these boys ain't already jumped 'ya? 'Cause they know I'm their boss, their alpha, and the alpha always takes the first bite of their prey~" 
Sepfy whined as the man knelt down under him, trying his best to kick the gnoll away from him, his weak flailing only making Tryrikk laugh as the warlord grabbed both of his ankles and bent his legs over his belly, spitting down onto his tailhole. He felt the rapist's tip poking against his already sensitive entrance, trembling in anticipation as he waited for the inevitable, screaming as the pole rammed inside of him. He clawed at the muddy ground and sobbed as the thick shaft opened him up, punching in and out of his asshole, a hand wrapping around his neck to keep him on the ground, choking him as Tryrikk moaned, the minutes dragging by and the boy's vision starting to blur. Finally, the gnoll's knot ripped his hole open, a shrill shriek piercing the air as he expended the last of his air, almost passing out before the grip around his throat loosened, letting him gasp and cough in pain as wads of cum filled up his bowels. 

Groaning pitifully as he was stretched wide by the gnoll's knot, Sepfy could do nothing except lie still in the mud as he was pumped full of the man's seed, grimacing every time that the shaft impaled in him throbbed and fired off another shot of cum. Tryrikk sighed gently, letting the wonderful feel of the tight hole roll over him as he was milked dry, enjoying his orgasm for a handful of minutes before suddenly grabbing the cub by the sides. The warlord flipped the folf onto his belly, his legs kicking the air as he yelped in agony, the knot plugging up his tailhole twisting around. He was set down on his hands and knees, still snugly tied to the man as he huffed and puffed, half delirious from the combination of exhaustion and pain. Tryrikk whistled sharply, one of the ferals circling the duo stepping forward at the call, the gnoll grabbing the hyena's spiked collar and pulling him over in front of the cub, his red rocket already dangling and drooling between his back legs in anticipation. Sepfy felt the hyena's damp breath on his neck, expecting to get his muzzle stuffed full of feral cock, surprised to instead see the man turning the fearsome beast around, facing the hyena's flank towards him. Tryrikk lifted up the beast's tail with one hand and grabbed the boy's hair with the other, forcing the cub's head up before stuffing it right into the hyena's backside, 
"Get yer muzzle nice and deep in there, doesn't that just smell wonderful~!" 
Sepfy groaned as his nose pushed right inside of the feral's tailhole, the heavy stink making him gag immediately, the gnolls not being known to give their warbeasts too many baths. He tried to pull his face out from the flank, but the man's hard grip kept him firmly in place, the hyena seemingly enjoying the feel of his muzzle enough to push back and grind against the young folf's maw. Sepfy held his breath for as long as he possibly could, quickly having to take a deep huff due to still feeling weak from the choking and not having much advance warning to prepare his lungs, the stink of musky feral asshole making him shudder and cough. The canine's drool ran down the hyena's back legs, every sputter and gag only making the beast get more and more into the moment, his tail wagging in the gnoll's hand as he rubbed his tailhole up and down the boy's nose, howling and yipping in a frenzy, a pool of precum growing under his belly. 

Tryrikk grabbed the cub's muzzle and rammed it under the hyena's tail, pushing hard and forcing the canine's tongue inside of the throbbing donut, grinning and laughing as the boy whimpered. Sepfy closed his eyes and tried not to think about what was happening, the taste and the smell being nearly impossible to ignore, letting his tongue slither inside of the asshole. His rimming was starting to have an unintended effect on the hyena, a loud rumbling coming from the feral's belly, alerting the pup. Suddenly, a blast of gas rolled forth from the tailhole, spewing right down the boy's nostrils, a cloud of noxious stink lingering around his face as he tried to pull his head away again and again, Tryrikk just smirking and wafting some of the fumes away from himself as he shoved the cub's muzzle deeper. Sepfy felt his cheeks growing a deep shade of red as the roaring laughter of the gnolls echoed off of the cave's walls, another fart making him choke and cough, his tongue still plunging in and out of the dirty tailhole, the folf hoping that his captors would soon be sufficiently satisfied with his thorough humiliation and let him slip away into his cage again. Unfortunately for the kid, the hyena didn't seem content with just passing some gas, the stimulation making his bowels work overtime, last day's meal barrelling down the pipe. Sepfy eyes widened in panic as he felt the pile of mush touch the tip of his tongue, recoiling and nearly managing to wriggle free, Tryrikk making sure to keep him trapped as the feral's sloppy shit slid down his throat. He tried to keep from swallowing any of the semisolid sludge, gagging enough to make his eyes water, but he knew that he'd have to gulp down the refuse if he wanted to breathe, shivering and moaning as he let the feces glide right down his gullet. The feral deposited the entirety of his heavy meal into the canine's muzzle, panting happily between some strained huffs, pockets of gas sending splatters of his shit spraying all over the cub's face, brown spots dotting the living chamber pot's cheeks. Sepfy felt his belly getting heavy as more and more of the sludge packed inside of him, working hard to keep the foul taste and smell from making the whole mess come right back up, praying that it'd be over soon enough. 

After several minutes of chowing down on the feral's scat, the hyena's cascade of shit finally began dying down, the sputtering tailhole squeezing out one last squirt before the beast lowered his tail, stepping away from the cub's maw, satisfied without his dump. Sepfy swallowed the last mouthful of dung with a shudder, feeling the gnoll hovering right over his shoulder, staring at him and making sure that he was eating his dinner as ordered, the man's sharp nails caressing his back and neck. Happy with the boy's performance, Tryrikk stood up, still tied to the folf's asshole and pulling the boy right up with him, the canine yelping as his legs dangled in the air and his hole was gaped open, screaming in pain. The gnoll planted one hand on the kid's ass cheek and wrapped the other right below his knot, yanking himself free of the abused tailhole with a satisfied grunt. Sepfy landed face first into the ground, stumbling onto his back, gasping in agony. The world around him blurred together into one messy smudge, his ears ringing and his whole body cramping up, starving and dehydrated. Tryrikk finished his little show by tucking his cock away, giving the cub a hard boot right in the ribs before turning to the crowd of gnolls that had gathered to watch him, raising his hands and laughing as the others cheered him on. The warlord walked away from the pen, eager to get to drinking and gorging himself on the feast of wild game hunted from the surrounding forest, leaving the boy alone, thinking that the folf wouldn't have the strength to get anywhere and that he'd simply collect his plaything after the meal. Sepfy was left lying on the ground, curled up and sobbing to himself, bruised and battered, still leaking cum from his sore ass and his muzzle stained brown. The hyenas showed little interest in him, a few giving the pitiful kid a few licks or nibbles to check whether he was still alive or their next meal, one male humping his leg as he drifted between consciousness and dreams, trying to keep his focus on the present moment. He heard the noises of the crowd getting more and more quiet, eventually gathering up the courage to peek up, glancing around him. He saw that the place was entirely empty, nearly all of the gnolls having gathered on the other side of the camp for their feast. Seeing his opportunity, the boy tried to get up to his feet, his body almost immediately giving up and causing him to slip in the mud, planting right back down into the ground. Not giving up, he crawled on all fours instead, dragging himself to the small gate of the pens, pulling himself up and stumbling into the shadows, having to lean on the walls of the cave to keep from collapsing, whimpering and moaning with every step as pure adrenaline pushed his broken body onwards. 

Sepfy staggered through the gnoll camp, creeping his way through the ramshackle buildings and tents, doing his best to stick to the shadows and keep quiet as he made his escape, his captors' heavy drinking and the ruckus of their celebrations thankfully making his task far more easy than usual. His progress was still dreadfully slow, often having to hide in tiny nooks of the cave wall or clamber under tables to keep out of sight of passing groups of guards, biting his own fist to not howl in pain from the injuries he had sustained during the weeks of torture that he had been put through. For hours and hours, the cub crawled through the camp, having no idea whether he was going towards the exit from the cave system or simply heading towards the pathway even deeper inside of it, his memories of being brought into the place being rather blurry. He prayed that he was going in the right direction, sweat pouring down his face from both the physical agony as well as his anxiety, unsure of exactly what sort of horrors the gnolls might put him through if they caught him in the process of trying to escape. Muttering prayers under his breath to keep his mind focused, he inched towards what he hoped was freedom, finally making it to the edge of the sizable camp, slipping away into the thick, impenetrable shadows, holding his breath and not dreading to make even a peep as he ran off. Only moments after stepping foot off of the camp, one of the gnolls took a peek at the hyena pens, noticing the cub's disappearance. The guard immediately sprinted to Tryrikk, informing him of the escape, the warlord finishing his mug and twirling a leg of deer in his hands for a few moments before shrugging with a grin, 
"Oh well, the little runt was starting to get too worn for my tastes, I would've taken care of him soon anyways. He's got no weapons or magic, so the forest will be his demise. It doesn't matter whether the bastard kicks it here or there, just forget about him and join the feast already!"
The folf hobbled away from the gnolls, their laughter and yelling echoing for miles and miles through the tunnels of the giant cave, his heart drumming in his chest as he gathered up every last ounce of strength still left in his body and took off in a sprint, unaware that his captors weren't even bothering to try to stop him. 

Running for what seemed like forever, tears trailing down his face and his lungs burning as he panted, his bare feet cut by the hard stone ground, Sepfy sprinted through the cave. He ducked in and out of tunnels at complete random, hoping that one would lead him outside while also wanting to make tracking him as difficult as he could, occasionally tripping and face planting onto the ground, scrambling to get up. He tried to use his sensitive nose to guide him to safety, managing to eventually get somewhere after learning to ignore the overpowering stench of his own dirty fur, the dank and stale cave air soon giving way to the fresh scent of a forest, a tiny glint of light in the distance finally making the cub smile for the first time in weeks. Pushing his body to the absolute limits, he ran towards the light, echoes of birds singing and wind rustling trees carrying to his tired ears as he huffed, his eyes utterly blinded by the brightness of sunlight that got stronger with every step that he took. Emerging from the mouth of the cave, he collapsed down to his knees, sobbing and laying face first onto the ground, feeling the soft grass underneath him and the gentle wind on his face, basking in the warmth of the sun. He pushed himself up, knowing that he'd be easily found if he lingered around one of the entrances to the cave for too long, slowly hobbling off into the thick forest that surrounded the mountains. He knew that even outside of the cave there were still some rather dangerous risks, both the wildlife as well as the people roaming the forest often happy to take advantage of a weak and young little boy at their mercy, the cub not wanting to end up as a feral's meal or a bandit's target practice after all of the torture he had already been forced to endure. He grabbed at the iron shackle locked tight around his neck, the thing chafing and rubbing against him with every step, only barely even letting him breathe, tufts of fur pulling out from under the collar from the irritation, leaving patches of bare skin. He managed to find the lock of the band after feeling around for a few seconds, the keyhole filled with grime and dirt from his many stumbles, making it difficult to open even if the boy had his lockpicking equipment on him, nearly impossible since he was empty handed. He tried to tug and pull at the two halves, groaning and straining as the collar refused to budge even an inch, Sepfy finally sitting down against a tree with a sigh to gather his strength. He extended his arm and tried to cast a simple spell, interested to see if the enchanted band truly did block all of his magical energies, having heard that much of the gnoll's dabbling with magics was rather unstable at best. He could feel the mana building up at his fingertips, a great power rumbling just beneath the surface, a few dim lights and sparks appearing in the air in front of him, the cub's hopes momentarily rising before being immediately dashed as the spell failed and fizzled out, leaving him with the conclusion that he truly was entirely helpless: no equipment, no clothing, no weapons, and no magic. 

Grabbing the tree and pulling himself back up to his feet, the young folf felt his hands shaking, his stomach growling loudly, the cub's only meal in the last few days having been the feral hyena's shit straight from the source. He quickly scanned the area around him, trying to see if he could find any berries, vegetables, or any other food he could easily scavenge. Most of the smaller vegetation was dead or wilted, no berries in sight, the cub attributing the withered state of the forest to the nearing autumn season. He groaned and bent over, clutching his belly as pangs of hunger drummed at him, a squawk from some faraway bird giving the canine an idea, his gaze rising up to the treetops. He managed to spot a large nest on a nearby tree, seeing several eggs nestled inside, an easy meal if he was able to get up. Sepfy was well experienced with the art of climbing, but his weakened state still made the ascend difficult, his head spinning as he slowly inched up, going from branch to branch until he finally managed to pull himself up to the limb that the nest was sitting on. Licking his lips as drool dripped from his maw, he crept closer to the huge eggs, not even questioning what bird they were laid by, his hand hovering over one of them as suddenly an ear piercing shriek startled him. A hawk nearly as big as him was flying right towards the boy, angered by his intrusion, the bird's coat spotty and ragged as if it had been through a fierce fight already. The hawk slammed directly against Sepfy's chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him tumbling down onto the ground, the nest thankfully not having been far up enough to cause any broken bones during the quick drop down the tree. The cub landed on his back, dazed and heavily bruised as he sat up, a few drops of blood running down his muzzle, his side stained red from a deep scratch that he'd managed to get from the assailant's claws. Another screech made him immediately jump up, only barely dodging the bird's sharp claws as the hawk dived down to attack him, sending him running off deeper into the forest. The folf shielded his head with his arms as he dashed away, the sounds of the protective avian fading away as he puffed, his back aching enough to make him lightheaded. 

Running until he could no longer hear the angry calls of the giant bird, Sepfy leaned against a tree, huffing and panting, only able to function because of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. After recuperating for a few moments, he noticed the trunk of the tree stripped nearly bare, something having rubbed and ripped the bark right off, several deeper gouges dug into the wood. Several of the other nearby trees exhibited the same odd markings, the cub quickly spotting a whole mess of footprints on the ground as if a whole herd of hoofed animals had stampeded through the area. Before he even had the chance to get his eyes up, the source of the mayhem had already found him, the stomping of a heavy creature making the cub turn to his side, coming face to face with a huge boar, the feral nearly twice his size. The cub hadn't ever seen a boar that big, the suid squealing and prodding at the ground, his tusks pointing right at the canine as he lowered his head, ready to charge. Poking out from under his pot belly was the feral's dick, the thin and long shaft slithering around, his nose apparently having caught the scent of the boy, the smell of sex still lingering heavy around the folf. Gulping and glancing around for a way to escape, Sepfy managed to barely take a single step before he was already charged and rammed by the boar, the tusks just barely missing him, the impact throwing him onto his back. The feral immediately mounted the kid, flopping down on top of the cub and snorting as he thrust, his corkscrew shaft slipping between his prey's ass cheeks, pushing inside. Sepfy could hardly breathe with the weight on his belly, gasping and wheezing in pain as the feral's cock squeezed into his tailhole, the whole forest blaring with the squeals and grunts of the boar. The pent up beast railed the cub, rocking back and forth as his slippery member opened up his unwilling mating partner's ass, plunging deep into the tight hole. Sepfy grabbed handfuls of grass as he howled and cried, his legs helplessly trying to kick and push the giant male off of him, the sex-crazed thing not even seeming to notice him fighting back. After enduring the painful pounding for a while, the folf felt the boar finally exploding in his bowels, shooting a giant load to join the several already deep inside of him, finishing the orgasm off with a sperm plug, the thick glob creating a seal to keep all of the seed inside of him. 

The boar pulled out of Sepfy, leaving the cub rolling around on the floor in anguish, gasping and coughing, his tailhole on fire from the constant abuse and rape. He felt bloated, his belly bulging slightly from the amount of cum pumped inside of him, the sperm plug making sure that none of it could leak out to relieve the pressure. The feral prodded and nosed the folf, poking around until he turned onto his belly, grunting and biting his lip while enduring a sloppy tongue bathing his flank and taint, a foot pressed against his back to keep him pinned to the ground. He could see that the beast was interested in a second round with him, his eyes glancing all around for an escape route, hoping that the boar's refractory period would be long enough to give him a chance to slip away. After enduring the licking and lapping for a handful of minutes, the foot on his back finally lifted up, giving him the perfect opportunity. The pup scrambled up to his feet as quickly as he could, taking off in a sprint, hearing the furious roaring and squealing of the feral coming from right behind him. He knew that he couldn't beat his assailant in a race, ducking behind every tree that he could, using his smaller size and more nimble figure to his advantage. Even still, he couldn't stretch the distance between himself and the boar enough to give him the time needed to climb up a tree, stopping for even a single second risking him getting screwed and gored by the tusks aimed right at his back. Sepfy ran as fast as he could until he began getting too winded to hold on for much longer, his legs at danger of giving out from under him, all hope beginning to drain from him until the trees began thinning out, his salvation suddenly appearing in front of him in the form of a large lake. Praying for the best, he dashed towards the beach and dived into the water, hoping that maybe the boar might not be quite so willing to hunt for him in the depths. 

Sepfy splashed into the lake, the cool water making him yelp slightly, his breath freezing in his throat at the shock as he shuddered, paddling to stay afloat on the surface. The cub turned towards the land to see the boar standing at the beach, snorting and slamming his front hoof against the ground in frustration, his tail whipping around. For some reason, he seemed extremely hesitant to be stepping foot into the water, roaming back and forth along the beach for some time until finally deciding to give up, giving the canine one last angry stare before huffing and turning to run back into the cover of the forest, disappearing into the shadows of the thick brush. Sepfy sighed and smiled, finally feeling some relief, a single thing actually having gone his way for once. The cool water soaked into his heavy and matted fur, soothing his sore body and taking the weight off of his tired legs, the stillness and the silence of the lake getting the boy to relax. He closed his eyes and leaned back, letting the gentle waves rock him back and forth as he floated on his back, moaning happily. He managed to go for nearly a minute before peeking out of one of his eyes, suddenly noticing just how dead quiet it actually was, the usual singing of birds and the rustling of bushes being completely absent. He looked around, seeing absolutely no signs of life, not on the beach or in the water: no birds, no fishes, no insects, nothing. Suddenly sensing that his escape plan might've been a horrible mistake, he swallowed and began quickly swimming towards the beach, his spine tingling with dread, his breathing getting faster with every stroke. Out of nowhere, the lake all around him suddenly shuddered with movement, huge waves splashing water everywhere as gigantic tentacles erupted from beneath the surface, surrounding the folf as he shrieked in horror, doubling the speed of his paddling. He didn't manage to get far before one of the tentacles wrapped around his belly, several others grappling onto his arms and legs, suckers cupping onto his skin as he was pulled right out of the lake, held several feet above the water. As he dangled up in the air, screaming and helplessly flailing around, the cub watched the body of a monster rising to the surface, a octopus-like behemoth staring up at him with unblinking eyes, studying him. The forest around the gnoll's camp had been utterly corrupted and perverted by their meddling with dark magics and artifacts, the careless dabbling causing the animals who dwelled in the woods to change and mutate into the wild beasts that Sepfy had witnessed, one of said beasts having him at its mercy.

Still screaming and trying to pull his limbs away from the monster's grasp, Sepfy was examined from all angles, twirled around in the air as the octopus let out a few warbling vocalisations, suddenly pulling him right back underneath the waves. Having only a second to react, the cub filled his lungs as best as he could before being tugged into the water, bubbles rushing out of his nostrils as several more, slightly smaller tentacles approached him from both front and behind, the appendages snaking all around his body, trying to push inside of any holes that they came across. The boy's eyes went wide with panic as he felt one of the tendrils slithering right between his ass cheeks, tickling his rim for a moment before quickly pushing inside, ramming in with little effort no matter how much he tried to clench his tailhole. He was only barely able to keep his muzzle shut and conserve his oxygen as more and more of the tentacle slid inside, a bulge appearing on his belly, moving around as the slimy appendage probed his asshole, splitting him wide open. Another tentacle approached his maw, coiling around his neck before pushing up to the corners of his mouth, prying it open as he tried to desperately clench his jaw. Water rushed down his gullet as the tendril thrust inside, crawling right down his throat and towards his belly, the cub's body contorting and convulsing as he tried to fight back, being constantly pulled deeper and deeper towards the centre of the lake, gaped open on both ends. Just as both of the tentacles inside of him were crammed down as deep as they could go, he felt the ends of the appendages opening up, bulbous and soft lumps oozing out of them and inside of him. Both his belly as well as his bowels were stuffed full of whatever the monster was depositing in him, his hands straining and his eyes rolling back. He was almost thankful for being pulled under the water, the lack of oxygen making him lightheaded enough to not feel most of the pain of the process. 

Just as Sepfy thought that he might not be long for the world, the tentacles suddenly pulled out of his tailhole and maw, the octopus-like monstrosity disappearing into the murky depths of the lake, its eyes staring at the folf the whole time as it sunk deeper than the sunlight would penetrate. The boy quickly scrambled to swim up towards the surface, the shimmering sun blinding him as he kicked, pushing his body right to his limits. With a splash, he emerged from the abyss, gasping for air and coughing up mouthfuls of water, thrashing around to keep himself afloat. He headed towards the nearest strip of land, only barely able to keep himself above the water, his head occasionally dipping below the waves as his hands and legs faltered, survival being the only thing on his mind. After nearly half an hour of desperate swimming, his feet finally touched stable ground, the cub pulling himself up to the beach, crawling on all fours until he got far enough to safely collapse down. He felt the foreign masses inside of him still, grunting as he tried to get them out, simultaneously heaving out the ones in his belly and pushing out the ones in his bowels, several dozen gelatinous eggs oozing out both ends of the canine. He stared at the eggs in awe, wiping his muzzle with a shaky hand, the monster seemingly having hoped to use his body for the gestation of its offspring, the rest of the forest's denizens having quickly learned to stay far away from the lake in fear of the same fate. Sepfy sobbed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the darkening skies above him, unable to move even a finger out of pure exhaustion, racked with horrid pain, too hungry to sleep but too tired to try hunting for food. He could do nothing except close his eyes and pray that nothing would get him in the night, shuddering with his soaking wet fur as the evening cold set down, his breath fogging up slightly as he finally passed out.