Risky Shortcut

Strolling along a quiet neighbourhood street, a backpack on his shoulders with a rolled up towel sticking out of it, Ravyn hummed and whistled as he practically skipped along, the little dragon's wings flapping every time he bounced up. The young hatchling loved going to the beach after the long winter had passed, barely waiting for the snow and the ice to melt before he'd have his first dip, shivering and fighting through the little sting of the cool waters to shed his winter fur, or scales in his instance. The boy's family loved swimming as much as he did, taking the young dragon along with them to beaches and pools pretty much from the moment he was hatched, even joking that his pale blue scales used to be red before all the soaking in lakes and rivers had dyed his hide its new colour. As much as the cub's family enjoyed heading out to the beach together, his parents still had fairly busy schedules, with jobs and daily chores making it a little difficult to just pack up and head out to the lake for an evening, especially since the summer holidays hadn't quite rolled around yet. Thankfully for Ravyn however, his recent 6th birthday meant that he was free to head out on his own, with his parents thinking he was old enough to make the little trek out to the nearby lake by himself, since the road there went through their neighborhood and the beach always had plenty of other families and lifeguards on watch. The only thing that both Ravyn’s mother and father had drilled into him again and again however was that he shouldn't head into the woods, sternly warning him against the shortcut every time the hatchling mentioned that he'd head out for the beach. A sprawling forest stood between the neighborhood and the beach, with the road mostly circling around it, meaning that cutting straight through the woods would've saved the young dragon a good quarter of an hour each way, something that he certainly was tempted by, as an extra half an hour of swimming sounded rather great. The warnings he'd been given about the woods were rather vague, with his mom and dad just mentioning something about other cubs getting lost and disappearing, leaving him rather sceptical about the entire thing. After all, his parents had already lied to him about the tooth fairy to get him to brush his teeth every day, Santa Claus to get him to behave well, and the nasty monster up in the attic to stop him from climbing up there and getting his clothes all dusty. Thinking that the tales of lost children were probably just another spooky story meant to stop him from doing something naughty, Ravyn stood at the edge of the woods, a mischievous smile on his face as he stopped for a moment before looking both ways, making sure no one was watching to tattle on him before leaping in, disappearing into the thick brush as he giggled. 

Ignoring his parents’ warnings, Ravyn strolled deeper into the woods without a worry on his mind, confidently marching right through the woods and towards the beach, only occasionally slowing down to tug free his shirt and shorts that would snag on all the branches and bushes in his way. Thinking that there was nothing to fear out in the wilderness, the young dragon barely even paid any attention to the world around him, just focused on listening to the distant sounds of gulls, signalling that he was getting close to his destination. Suddenly however, the boy was stopped in his tracks by the sound of something else entirely, jumping slightly as he heard a twig snapping just off to his side, freezing up and glancing to his side, not moving a muscle as his eyes jumped from side to side and his ears perked up. Ravyn couldn't see a sign of anything, but he suddenly had the unshakeable sensation that he was being watched, gulping quietly as he realised just how dense the woods were, coming to the realisation that he wouldn't be able to see anything, or anyone, past a few steps if they were hiding in the bushes and amongst the trees, trying to stay out of sight. With his carefree trip into the forest getting a whole lot more harrowing all of the sudden, thinking that maybe his parents’ warnings weren't all hogwash intended to scare him straight, the boy hesitantly turned back towards the way he was going and walked on as he was already more than halfway towards the beach, a little slower and much more careful this time around, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. It didn't take long for the young dragon to feel like something was stalking him, every rustle in the bushes making him flinch when he'd previously dismissed it as just being the wind, looking over his shoulder as he panted anxiously, just hoping to be out of the woods soon and back in the sunlight, not even thinking of the beach anymore. Unbeknownst to the hatchling, he was indeed being stalked and hunted, two sets of eyes keeping watch over him from the second he'd set foot in the forest, trailing just behind him and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

Just as Ravyn managed to settle his nerves a little, feeling slightly less rattled as he thought that his trek through the woods would be coming to an end soon enough, the cub suddenly spotted the glare of two hungry eyes peeking through the shadows just ahead of him, immediately making the boy freeze on the spot as his blood ran cold. Terrified by the sight, barely able to breathe under the gaze of the inhuman stare, the dragon let out a whimper and dropped his backpack on the ground, taking a few steps backwards without ever taking his attention away from whatever was glaring at him from the bushes ahead. Before the hatchling could turn around and break into a sprint however, he bumped into something that hadn't been there just moments earlier, letting out a startled yelp as he spun around only to see a big grey wolf standing there, the wild beast's tail hiked up as alert, predatory eyes stared right into his soul, almost able to make out a smirk on the animal's muzzle. Shivering and whimpering, Ravyn heard leaves rustling in the other direction, glancing over his shoulder to see yet another of the feral canines stepping out into view, sandwiched between the two great beasts, young enough that both were bigger than him. The cub could see one of the wolves eyeing him up from head to toe, yet what terrified him even more was the sight of a thick, juicy, and fully erect red rocket swinging around between the back legs of the other, instantly making the little dragon realise that ending up as the dinner of the pair of canines might've only been the second worst fate that he could end up sharing. Just as the preteen boy was sure that one of the beasts was about to leap on him, he was both awestruck and startled by the wolf instead opening his mouth to speak, a low and growling voice coming from the animal's muzzle,
“You've not been listening to your dear mother, have you, little pup~?”
Feeling a cold nose poking against the back of his neck, Ravyn jumped and turned around, seeing the other wolf sniffing at him as he staggered back, losing his balance and landing on his rump as the second beast spoke as well, 
“He has not, dear Dagur. Good pups do not invade our lands. Yet, something wonderful may come of this still~”
Scrambling back, unable to believe his eyes or his ears, the dragon spoke up in a quivering voice, 
“Wh… who are you, what's going on?!”
The first wolf stepped up to the terrified hatchling, stopping the boy from getting away by placing his big paw right on Ravyn’s chest, pinning him in place on the ground, 
“I am Dagur, he is Hrodger. You were our prey. You will be our mate~”
Ravyn didn't know what the beasts were talking about, yet he understood enough to fear what was in store for him, letting out a nervous whimper as the pair crowded around him.

Trembling as the wolves circled him, sniffing him all over and prodding at him with their noses while he tried to fold his wings over himself like a protective blanket, Ravyn wanted to run away yet his legs wouldn't obey his commands, whimpering as he scrambled to stand back up. With the feral canines busy sniffing near his loins, the cub finally managed to get at least somewhat of a control over himself again, bouncing up to his feet to get away from the pair, though unfortunately for the young dragon he wasn't nearly as proficient at travelling the woods than the beasts he'd encountered. The hatchling didn't even make it a couple of steps before one of the wolves had already pounced on him, an annoyed growl reverberating in his ears as two paws landed against his back, throwing him right back onto the ground, falling into a pile of leaves as he grunted. Ravyn let out a terrified yelp as he felt the feral on his back grabbing his shirt, teeth clamping down around the garment before giving it a hard tug, ripping it straight off of the cub's body as he flinched. Rolling onto his back, trying to cover up his now-bare chest and belly with his hands and wings, the boy was taken back as he found himself suddenly face to face with Dagur, the male's snout bumping up against his own before the wolf let out a playful snarl, forcing his muzzle open and stuffing a tongue right into the kid's maw. Ravyn shivered and moaned as he got to enjoy the wonders of a deep, sloppy feral kiss from the bigger male, the canine's tongue sliding all the way down to the back of his throat as Dagur pinned him against the ground, making out with him while he squirmed around, desperately but hopelessly trying to push the animal off of him. While his fellow hunter was busy getting a taste of the “pup”, Hrodger focused his attention towards the young dragon's lower half, a paw on Ravyn’s belly to hold the boy still as he pinched the hatchling’s shorts with his teeth, tugging the pair right off alongside the cub's briefs. Left exposed, feeling the other wolf's cold nose prodding at his nude crotch, Ravyn blushed and closed his eyes as he tried to squeeze his thighs together, still getting a mouthful of wolf tongue as Hrodger just smacked his legs apart, sniffing at his manhood and giving it a lick as he let out a muffled squeak, shuffling and kicking around as the beast at his crotch made him feel ticklish and odd. 

Giving the hatchling’s sheath a few sniffs, his own manhood already dripping precum into a pool on the grass, Hrodger found a more alluring scent, following his nose as he stuffed his snout right underneath the cub's tiny little sack, nuzzling his muzzle against the base of the boy's tail. Unable to see anything that the other wolf was doing to him with Dagur making out with him, grabbing handfuls of the big canine's fur while trying not to gag on the tongue dipping deep into his gullet, feral slobber covering his entire face, Ravyn flinched as he suddenly felt a wet and warm tongue rubbing up against his pucker. Shoving the dragon's legs apart, Hrodger’s dick throbbed as he finally found what he'd been after, taking a sniff of the untouched, virginal tailhole before giving it a few licks, grinding his tongue against the tight hole for a moment until he pressed against it harder, panting hungrily as his tongue dipped deep inside of the cub's rump. Feeling his rear getting played with for the first time, Ravyn moaned against the other beast's maw as he didn't know whether to try to squirm away from Hrodger’s tongue or to stuff his backside against the male's muzzle even harder, his eyes rolling back as his own dick began to peek out of his sheath, his wings unfurling and slapping against the ground. Eager to put the boy's mouth to use in another way entirely, Dagur ended the sloppy feral frenching session after a few minutes, leaving the hatchling gasping and panting as he just licked his chops, giving the blushing and whimpering dragon a sly look before suddenly turning around and squatting down. Seeing the wolf's ass descending down on his head, Ravyn barely had the time to let out a bleat before his snout was already buried under Dagur’s rear, his maw pressed right up against the animal's tailhole as the bigger male let out a soft moan, grinding his asshole against the boy's snout. With the wolf's knotted cock slapping against his chest and the beast's balls bumping against his chin, Ravyn didn't have much of a choice but to open wide and begin lapping at Dagur’s tailhole, his own pucker getting played with at the same time as he stuffed his tongue into the animal's puffy hole, moaning against the animal's ass as he wriggled around, trapped underneath the two wolves. 

Rimming the wolf sitting on his face, whimpering as Dagur kept grinding the big rump against his muzzle whenever he slowed down his licking, Ravyn could hardly catch his breath with his tongue shoved deep into the feral canine, receiving a very similar treatment from the other beast. Dagur didn't particularly care about the little dragon's comfort however, watching Hrodger tongue the hatchling as he growled and grinned, his thick cock rubbing up against the cub's chest, smearing slick and sticky precum all over Ravyn. The wolf was getting worked up enough that the cub's maw on his tailhole wasn't feeling quite satisfying enough anymore, his dick twitching and slapping up against his belly as he suddenly sat up. Ravyn gasped as the feral ass lifted up off his face, panting as he looked up to see the wild beast giving him a smack with a paw, rolling him around onto his stomach. Biting down on the nape of his neck, Dagur yanked the cub up on all fours, drawing out a whine from the preteen as he shivered, nearly buckling as the giant animal mounted him from the front, only barely managing to hold up the weight as the canine's front paws pressed against his back. Having to take a moment just for his brain to catch up to what was happening to him, Ravyn only snapped back to the present when the wolf's girthy red rocket slapped him in the face, resting on his snout and dripping pre all over his muzzle as he whimpered, listening to the male's taunting yet forceful snarl, 
“Open up, little pup~”
Dagur gave the hatchling no time to get used to what was going on, thrusting forwards as soon as he felt his tip against the boy's open lips, driving his shaft deep into the young dragon's throat with a grunt. Gagging on the feral manhood as the wolf's knot punched him in the face, coughing and choking on the canine girth as drool dripped from his wide open maw, Ravyn’s eyes teared up as the beast went to town on his muzzle. 

With the other wolf getting busy humping the hatchling’s muzzle, Hrodger pulled his tongue out the gagging dragon's tailhole, smacking his chops as he eyed up the pretty little pink pucker glistening with his saliva, the boy's rear swaying from side to side right in front of his face as if calling for him to mount it. Deciding to do exactly that, the canine male wasted no time on leaping up onto Ravyn, tossing his front paws onto the cub's back and planting his tip against the hole he'd already gotten stretched out and lubed up in preparation for his humping, getting into position and giving a thrust as he panted loudly. With the girth ploughing up his asshole while he was still getting his throat swabbed by the other animal, skewered between the pair of horny predators like a poor little suckling pig on a spit, Ravyn tried to scream yet little more than a wheeze escaped the boy's gaped open maw. The dragon's body trembled, both his hands and his feet clawing at the ground as he had his anal virginity taken by force by the wolf, his eyes wide as the feral cock rammed up his ass inch by inch. Eager to stuff every last bit of his manhood into the kid, hoping to stop the whimpering hatchling from squirming and thrashing around quite so much, Hrodger leaned down to gently bite down on the boy's neck, growling as his sharp fangs wrapped around Ravyn’s throat, making sure the little dragon knew just how easily he could clamp down at a moment's notice and sink his teeth into the kid's supple flesh. Ravyn had more to worry about than just the worry of surviving the wolf's fangs, or the intense pain of getting his asshole gaped open, feeling himself growing weaker as the cock in his throat made it hard for him to get a breath of air, quickly running out of oxygen with him just about hyperventilating from panic. The wolves could feel the kid growing a little sluggish as they both kept rutting away at their prey, not particularly bothered by his fate as they snarled and grunted in turn, both just looking to satisfy themselves. Ravyn did manage to stave off the sensation of blacking out when the sting of Hrodger knotting his tailhole made him flinch, screaming against the other dick stuffed into his muzzle as Dagur made good use of the opportunity, bucking against his face hard and driving yet another knot inside of him. Tied from both ends, his asshole nearly ripped open and his throat entirely blocked up, the hatchling wriggled about as he felt the two girths twitching, pumping him full of feral seed. 

Plugged up on both sides, his tailhole overflowing with cum while he was forced to guzzle down what felt like one gallon after another simultaneously, Ravyn was suddenly pining for the rough pounding he was taking earlier, unable to breathe at all now in comparison to the occasional gasp he'd been able to take while getting his face fucked. Panting and wagging his tail, Hrodger moaned as he emptied his balls into the young dragon's ass, watching cum ooze out from the choking cub's nostrils as more drooled from the corners of Ravyn’s mouth as well, letting go of the kid's neck. As satisfied as he was filling up the hatchling like a bitch in heat, the wolf couldn't help but to still feel like he had something more to unload in the boy, finishing up with his orgasm and taking a deep breath before relaxing his bladder, emptying that out as well while still buried balls deep in the dragon. Nearly on the verge of passing out, Ravyn felt the rush of steaming hot piss rushing up his tailhole, shivering as he whimpered with his mouth full, his belly bulging out slightly as a trickle of the musky, golden liquid trickled out his tied rear, running down his thighs. Taking the lead of the other canine, Dagur decided that marking the cub was a good idea as well, letting the preteen kid gulp down the last little bit of his seed before he huffed and let loose as well, his cock lodged firmly in the dragon's throat and his knot locked into Ravyn’s muzzle as a stream of urine sprayed from his tip. Gurgling the feral predator’s pee, swallowing down as much of it as he could just to get a chance to finally breathe again, the hatchling’s wings slumped down by his sides, his arms trembling as he closed his eyes, piss overflowing out his maw as he felt himself starting to black out from the lack of oxygen. 

Keeping his knotted shaft planted deep in the boy's throat until he was fully finished with his leak, Dagur moaned and glanced underneath him, lifting up a paw to see their new toy swaying from side to side, struggling not to pass out and to handle the mixture of cum and urine sloshing around in his throat. Not wanting to quite finish off the cub before they'd had the chance to properly make use of the most recent trespasser in their territory, the wolf gave a small tug, yanking his knot free from the young dragon's throat, pulling his shaft out and hopping off of the kid's back. Ravyn immediately collapsed down to the ground, desperately gasping for air while spitting up a concoction of lewd liquids, his ass sticking up in the air with the other beast still tied to him, only half conscious as he groaned weakly. Planting a paw against the dragon's back to pin the cub in place while he pulled hard, Hrodger had to work and yank for a while before his knot finally slipped out of the dragon's ass, popping out with a shriek from Ravyn as he let out a small, satisfied bark, a squelching sound accompanying the boy flopping to the ground, his gaped open tailhole winking as cum mixed with urine poured out of it. Unable to lift a finger, utterly exhausted by the rough ride he'd gone through, Ravyn lied in a musky puddle, just softly whimpering and moaning as the two wolves sniffed at him, giving him the occasional lick before Hrodger grabbed him by the nape of his neck. Completely limp, the boy couldn't do much as he was dragged through the woods, leaving behind his backpack and the scraps of his clothes, taken deeper into the forest until finally arriving at the mouth of a cave, disappearing inside with the two beasts who had ambushed him. Soaked in both feral pee and cum, Ravyn was hauled onto a soft bedding of moss and twigs, dropped down by the wolf as both of the feral canines laid down next to him, snuggling up to their toy, practically burying the hatchling underneath fur and fluff as he just closed his eyes, too tired to do anything beyond drifting off to sleep while one of the ferals gave him a tongue bath.