Today was the day, of that Tumba was certain. Today he was sure he'd find his soul mate.

Through the window of his shady hut, light shone directly down onto the 12-year-old's bed and he stirred, groaning as he awoke from slumber and rolled across the furs he used as a bed. His fingers delved into and felt the softness of the fur before he peeled his eyes open. Part of him didn't want to get out of bed, but he was also filled with a brimming determination. By the time his eyes were open fully, whatever dream he was having had all but disappeared from memory.

He rolled, grunting quietly under his breath before heaving himself into an upright position, stretching his back and limbs out as his pure white tail swished left and right, a stark contrast to his otherwise completely grey fur. He rolled out of the furs and clambered to his feet, stepping over to a table made of a simple tree log and plucking one of the few loincloths from on top, tying it neatly around his waist; like everyone else in his tribe, he didn't need to cover himself up much...and the reasons for that, if outsiders were curious, was soon to be obvious.

Tumba briefly scanned the small room, glancing over the other vacant bed-furs that would have been home to his siblings, and surmised they were already awake. From the room he moved into a larger section, that had been meticulously crafted and built beside the single room Tumba shared with his brother and sisters-- though perhaps it would have been better to say that his room was added on as an extension, much like the others. There, sat over an open fire in the centre, were the majority of his family sans his older sister, who was often out and about during the day. His two youngest siblings, a pair of twins of differing genders, were openly bickering over their morning meal whilst their mother and father outright ignored them, mostly because they were snuggling up to one another and sweetly kissing each other's neck, having already finished eating.

"Good morning mother, father," Tumba greeted them before side-eyeing his bickering siblings. "Those two are bickering again. Shouldn't you do something about it?"

"They'll be fine." Tumba's father said as he suddenly rose, moving away from his wife and over towards Tumba. He crouched down and kissed him on the head, followed by his twins, and then eventually his wife, giving her the deepest, fullest kiss of all.

"You're going?" Tumba asked, mostly to make conversation.

"Hunting, yes," His father hummed. "I will return later."

"Be safe." Tumba's mother replied, and Tumba repeated the phrase, though the twins were too busy bickering to notice. Their father didn't stick around to get them to pay attention, however, and stepped out of the hut and into the sunlight of the forest beyond. The 12-year-old tribal boy instead turned his attention to his siblings, and was surprised to find they were suddenly staring at him. At the same time, his mother offered him a leaf, with their favourite morning snack sitting atop it; a well-pressed piece of meat that had been drying out in the sun, laid on a rock that was distinctly salty when licked. Tumba took it with a nod of thanks before turning back to his siblings, who had already crawled across the floor towards him, their hands moving to his knees.

"Tumba, tell her to let me have the meat!" His younger brother, Loka, pouted and his sister nudged his side, trying to get him out of the way. She had said jerky in her hands, but clearly couldn't bring herself to eat it in front of her brother when they were at odds, despite their bickering.

"Why don't you make a game of it?" Tumba suggested before the female pup could argue, and the twins paused, glancing at each other. Both seemed a little lost in thought before Loka eventually turned back towards his older brother, his eyes sparkling with what the 12-year-old considered to be mischief.

"If I make you feel really good, then can I have it?" He asked, causing his twin sister to splutter.

"N-Nuh-uh! I can do it better!" She insisted, and Tumba rolled his eyes.

"Go ahead." He assured them, and they didn't even wait for him to recline or spread his legs before they went to it. Both young mouths bowed down upon him and forced his legs apart with little digits-- whilst Loka moved his brother's loincloth out the way, Meka, his sister, plunged her head down, burying her wolf snout against his sheath. Tumbra grunted and spread his legs a little more without the aid of their hands and sighed, chewing on his food as Loka's little mouth joined his sister's own. From between their muscles, the tip of his canine cock slipped out of his sheath and grew before their eyes, rapidly swelling as their tongues stuck out and roamed, fighting over who got to blow him.

This was not an uncommon sight to see amongst their tribe: the Moon Tail people were fond of sex, and did it as often and as casually as possible, with little care for the consequences of inbreeding, if there even were any. So small was their fertility rate that sex amongst themselves at any time, purely to sate their own desire even, was encouraged...and even cubs as young as Loka and Meka, who were 8 years old, were no stranger to mating.

"You're both doing a pretty good job..." Tumba remarked nonchalantly, causing the two of them to pause. "Hmm...neither one of your is winning out over the other though."

At his words, they quickened their pace, and he shuddered as his member twitched to an eager, modest 4 inches in length, and outside of the sheath, the base swelled and rapidly formed a bulbous knot that throbbed with each tender lick of their young tongues. They roamed and explored, but neither of them was inexperienced with their older brother's cock-- they fought over who got to take it in their mouth for a moment before Meka won't out, bowing down on his length as, with a pout, Loka dipped down and nuzzled around his balls, snapping and suckling with his muzzle as Meka began to bob with remarkable experience. Tumba smirked to himself as he saw their tails eagerly wagging as they pleasured him, and just tongue roaming tongues and bobbing mouths alone was going to be enough to get him off; he came pretty quickly for a boy his age.

"Just a little more, you two..." Tumba muttered, greatly enjoying the way the younger boy lapped and nuzzled at his small jiggling nuts whilst his little sister dutifully coated his entire length in seed, her small hands cupping around his twitching knot and giving it affectionate squeezes as she took as much of it as she could, until there were wet, lewd sounds of the cock sliding to the back of her throat and out again. Across from them, Tumba's mother casually watched, her gaze flicking from Tumba's face down to the swaying behinds of her youngest children, one hand raised up to her chest to grope one of her ample wolf breasts.

Tumba grunted, moving one hand from his jerky to put it atop Meka's head, and he pushed her down a little as he felt himself tipping over the point of no return. The tapered end of his cock teased the back of her throat and he sighed as he orgasmed, shooting little dribbles of seed befitting a boy his age down her throat. He could feel her passage squeezing, eagerly swallowing down his load both out of excitement and out of a desire to please him, and he sighed, appreciating her efforts. His knot throbbed around her hands, having not tied with her muzzle, and her warm hands helped to coax most of his seed out with those delicate, soft squeezes. Just the mere act alone made Tumba sigh with a mixture of pleasure and relief, before he slowly loosened his grip, allowing her to pull away. As she raised her head, so did her brother, and Loka was clearly still pouting.

"Mmmh...that was good," Tumba sighed, before looking between them. "...Sorry Loka. She did a much better job than you."

"No fair!" He cried out. "She got to you first. I can do better! Let me do it!"

"No," Tumba argued, finishing off the last of his jerky and rising to his feet. "Sorry, Loka. I'm meant to be meeting up with Baku."

"You're always hanging out with Baku." Loka pouted, but he didn't argue; both of them knew much Tumba liked hanging with his friend. The 12-year-old felt bad for him though, so he did at least ruffle his brother's head.

"I'll share my lunch with you," He conceded, making his brother's eyes light up, before he stepped towards the exit of the hut, where his father had left around 10 minutes ago. "Bye mother."

"See you for lunch, my son." His mother warmly smiled and he shared that same expression with her for just a few moments, before leaving her to care for the two 8-year-olds-- until a child of the Moon Tail tribe was 10, they were the sole dependants of their mother and father...but once they were of age, they could live on their own or with a betrothed if they wanted. That wasn't the case for Tumba or most of his siblings, in fact...though they still had to go hunting once or twice a month with their father.

Tumba breathed in the fresh air of the forest around him, before adjusting his loincloth and making his way through the village. The hut of his family sat on the edges of their camp, but there were only about 100 of them, so it wasn't that far to walk. He passed by a handful of huts and his eyes trailed across the other tribesman around, some of who were toiling away hand-washing leather loincloths in buckets of water, sharpening spears with tough, taut muscles, or they were just straight-up fucking. Sex was so common that Tumba didn't even mind seeing it in public, and the encouragement of the Alpha and the doctrine to mate as much as possible brought a sense of contentment amongst their tribe. His gaze lingered on a pair of passionate wolves, who were pressed up against the side of their hut making love as others watched, stroking either themselves or each other, not wanting to join in for fear of interrupting the passion and love they had for each other. As Tumba watched, he felt a sense of wistfulness; he longed to have that connection with someone.

He passed by the centre of their camp, where a communal fire that had long since been put out was left smouldering, awaiting to be lit again as it grew dark. The Alpha's hut, which was pretty much the same size as any other and was only identifiable by its ritualistic charms hanging outside the flap of its door, was dormant and quiet, and Tumba only really looked in its direction before he glanced over to the other end, where his friends were waiting for him.

Amongst the group was Tumba's best friend, Baku. Unlike Tumba, who was athletic and slim, Baku was built much sturdier and genetics afforded him a good metabolism, as well as a little tuft of greyish fur atop his head. He was a little bit of a bully, but he also had a good heart and meant well; he and Tumba had been friends since they were kids. Amongst the others were 4 others of their friends-- Ruko, Oluo, Keelin and Vargo, all males. It was their little cliche, though Tumba admittedly didn't spend much time with the others and most with Baku.

"There you are, kept us waiting, huh?" Baku remarked with a smirk as Tumba approached. The burly wolf reached in and pulled him close, reminding Tumba of just how much his best friend had grown in the last year; Baku was only 1 year older than him, but had grown at least an inch and a half higher than the 12-year-old, and had the muscles to match.

"Sorry. My siblings were arguing about jerky." Tumba grumbled. Baku snorted and his hand slid down Tumba's shoulder and to his arm, his hand lingering a little more than necessary, before he abruptly pulled him closer.

"I know how you can make it up to me," Baku half-chuckled. "Show these wolves your skills."

"Do I have to?" Tumba rolled his eyes, but a smile played upon his lips. He'd always been a little more interested in women, but he still liked men too, and he enjoyed pleasing his best friend even more. Baku's pushing and idle manhandling made it clear what he wanted and Tumba lowered himself to his knees, glancing up to the others and quietly noting how Ruko and Keelin were already hard and dripping with pre-cum, presumably because they'd fooled around already before he'd showed up. When Tumba's muzzle reached Baku's loincloth, his eyes spied a little dribble of seed on the cloth already. He mostly ignored it and pushed it to the side, pressing his muzzle to the tapering tip of the already growing member. It rapidly swelled up into his muzzle and he closed his eyes to take it, just as he felt a couple of hands on his head, followed by a giggle and the rub of another evidently turgid and damp cock against his cheek.

Tumba peeked open one eye to see what the other boy was doing, but his gaze instead focused on something wholly different-- past the boys across the main central area of their camp, the flap of the Alpha's hut opened up to reveal the single, burning point of Tumba's romantic interests, the chieftain's daughter. She was rarely seen, but whenever Tumba caught a glimpse of her, he couldn't help but stare. She was mesmerising and incredibly beautiful, the same age as him with dazzling crystal-like eyes that glittered in the light. She hovered by the flap of the door, her flat chest and grey-furred body not quite the worm of a child-ready woman, but she was growing into it. A large hand came to her side, around her stomach, and slowly pulled her back in a way that was both possessive and affectionate, and Tumba instinctively knew it to be either one of her brothers or the Alpha himself-- there were rumours she'd only ever fucked those inside her family, and even when she did she was incredibly shy and mysterious. Tumba yearned for her in a way that made his heart skip a beat and his entire world stop whenever he laid eyes on her. For a passing, fleeting moment, their eyes met, before those glittering jewels disappeared into the darkness and the flap of the hut's entrance fell back into place.

"Hey, why'd you..." Baku began before he snorted, quickly realising. "Staring after Evolet again, huh?"

Tumba glanced up at Baku just in time for the wolf to grab the back of his head and force him down onto his cock, until Tumba's muzzle butted with his twitching knot, threatening to slip past his teeth. Tumba let out a grunt as he was held there, with the tapering tip reaching the back of his throat, before he was let go a handful of moments later and he slid back, feeling that cock wildly bounce up and down against his tongue.

"You're never gonna get her dude." Oluo, one of the other tribes folk, chimed in from behind and the others giggled along with him.

"You'd have to suck off the Alpha real good to even be able to say hello to her." Yargo added and that made them laugh even more. Tumba's ears folded down in a clear sign of aggression, but it seemed like they enjoyed poking fun at him. Those hands grabbing at his sides pulled at him and he was semi-forced to stand up whilst bending over to keep Baku's cock in his mouth at the same time. Once he was mostly upright, they gave him little to no warning; his loincloth didn't have a back to it, so his ass was exposed almost immediately, and he quickly felt someone grabbing onto his cheeks and ramming their cock between them, clumsily slipping around his hole until it found its mark. No sooner had that clearly canine cock met his hole did it push, and Tumba grunted, scrunching up his face as the cock inserted him with a complete lack of foreplay.

"Some warning first." Tumba pulled his head off the cock to speak, but Baku pushed him back down again, groaning above as he buried himself up to the knot into the 12-year-old's mouth again. The member in his ass, meanwhile, pressed and kneaded before pulling and roughly thrusting, keeping a clumsy rhythm; from experience, Tumba guessed it to be Olua, who didn't do a lot of anal.

"This is what you really want, right?" One of them jeered, and it sounded like Vargo. At the same time, a hand slapped his ass and caused his tail to stand upright and his body to tense, his cheeks inadvertently clenching around that thrusting member, eliciting a groan from Olua.

"Evolet doesn't have a cock, though. She'll have to put a stick up your butt!" Ruko chimed in, making the boys laugh again and irritating Tumba further; he thought Baku was the only one to pick on him, but it seemed that wasn't always the case. They continued to thrust inside him as he felt another cock prodding his cheek and another hand grabbing onto one of his own, that he'd placed on Baku's hips to steady himself. They forced his hand to another twitching cock and Tumba rolled his eyes before starting to jerk it. The lack of consent was palpable, but he didn't mind all that much; after all, he was pretty used to sex in general, and boys will be boys.

The one in his ass was already cumming; he could tell by the way his thrusts slowed and his groans deepened, but Tumba made a point of clenching hard, not wanting that knot to slip inside. He grunted as Baku started humping into his mouth, trying to tease Tumba into opening his muzzle wider, but the 12-year-old was defiant and he knew it irked his best friend to not let him tie with his mouth. When Olua had finished fucking him and shot his load deep, one of the other boys withdrew from Tumba's frame and took up a position behind him instead, wanting to have a taste for himself. His entry was notably easier than the first and didn't feel as discomforting to Tumba, and it made the sounds of their group sex all the wetter. Unlike Olua, however, whoever it was knew how to fuck, and his thrusts were long and hard, his balls smacking into Tumba's own-- the wolf didn't want to admit it, but his own dick was already hard and bouncing up and down between his legs with each thrust, those boyish cocks stimulating his young prostate with ease.

"C'mon, Tumba..." Baku whined, pumping back and forth with a mixture of pleasure and frustration, wanting desperately to push his knot into his friend's mouth, but Tumba was firm in what he wanted and kept his muzzle clamped shut, his teeth just barely out of the way of that pistoning cock. After a while, Baku took the hint and relented, but it didn't stop him from mashing his knot against the boy's muzzle like some sort of punishment as his breath grew heavier and Baku's moans became more fervent. At the same time, whoever was fucking Tumba was picking up speed, and the 12-year-old knew the boy's orgasm was bound to join the first sooner or later. The one he'd been stroking with his hand her grabbed onto his wrist and digits to hold them still so he could pump, and the one probing his face was all but vacant, alluding to where he'd gone after Olua was done.

It was quick and a little rough, but Tumba was used to it; Baku and their friends by extension were known to be a bit rowdy-- how else were they going to express pent-up hormones and energy? Tumba was no stranger to needing to expend that sort of energy either, so part of him understood, whilst the other was perturbed that they were playing rough and semi-raping him.

Baku's groaning abruptly stopped as he sucked in a breath, and Tumba felt the warm, salty taste of his load flood over his tongue and down into the back of his throat. Baku pulled back instinctively, shuddering from the sensitivity of the tongue around his cock, before he pushed forwards again, encouraged by the orgasm. The seed shot further into Tumba's mouth and he swallowed, closing his eyes and doing his best to relish the sensation as his cheeks jiggled from each hard, heavy thrust of the boy behind. Baku's cock slowly pulled back with a quiet sigh and his member sprung upwards at close to a 45-degree angle, still twitching in the aftermath of his orgasm. To Tumba's right, the other boy, who he saw to be Keelin, pumped against his head and let out a long moan before hot, wet splashes of cum spurted forwards, most of it landing between them but some of it reaching Tumba's shoulder, staining his grey fur. The rest dribbled down onto his hand as Keelin pushed his hips forward as much as he could, squirming from the pressure of the side of Tumba's hand against his knot.

Baku pulled his best friend upwards, slowly straightening him and proving that he could be as affectionate as much as he was a bully; he stepped forwards and pulled Tumba close at the same time, humming with the happiness of his post-nut bliss as his arms wrapped around the 12-year-old and stroked across his back and down to his ass, where it looked like Vargo had been fucking him hard and slow. The only boy unaccounted for was Ruko, and he was standing to the side, idly stroking himself; by the looks of it, he'd cum already all on his own. As Tumba was pulled up against Baku's frame, Yargo scooted in closer, his hands clenching tightly to Tumba's cheeks as he pushed deep and sighed, signalling to Tumba that he'd just came in him, there and then. The 12-year-old stood sandwiched between them for a moment, and though he felt some semblance of bliss, there was still a noticeable irritation, combined with a deep sadness that only got worse the more they giggled and groaned around him. He wasn't sad that they were having sex, or that they were men, but it was a wistfulness.

"Thanks for the blow, Tumba," Buka laughed, his hands still roaming. "Wanna go down to the creek and relax?"

"Hmm..." Tumba hummed, before squirming his arms up between them, giving him the leverage to push himself away. "Nah. I think I'll head home. I have something to do."

"Oh...okay." Baku could tell his friend was troubled and let him go, but the others were clearly a little confused. He gave them a look that said they should keep their thoughts to themselves, and Tumba withdrew from the group, adjusting his loincloth and pushing down his obvious erection. He mumbled some sort of goodbye and turned, walking back the way he came through their village, his paws scuffing against the dirt and cum leaking from his young ass. His mind was turbulent, his heart faltering. Upset and frustrated, he returned home...or he was meant to. For a while, however, he wandered the outskirts of the village, unsure what to think, and in need of advice. Before he knew it, hours had passed, and it was already nearing the time his father would be back from his hunt with dinner for later. Tumba did his best to put his head on straight and actually headed home, instead of loitering around.

To his lack of surprise, his mother and younger siblings were still home...but there was someone there he hadn't been expecting; his older sister, Rhika. As always, she was pretty and energetic, and when he entered she offered him a warm smile before her face fell at his expression, concern and care crossing her features. If there was any better candidate for a soul mate, Rhika was it...she was a catch. But for Tumba, the heart wanted what it wanted...and ever since he'd laid eyes on Evolet's crystal eyes, he'd fallen in love.

"Tumba, you look so sad," Rhika openly remarked, whilst their mother was working away at picking apart bad berries from good ones from the foraging of the females earlier that day. "What's wrong?"

Tumba was reluctant to vocalise his thoughts, but if there was one thing he knew about Rhika, it was that she was wise and kind, and always looked out for him. With a grumble, he stepped forwards and squatted down, his ass quickly meeting the floor as he took a seat next to her by the smouldering ashes of last night's little fire.

"I want to win someone's heart...but everyone says she's too important for me to even look at," He half-pouted, half-growled. "They laugh at me and call me a fool."

"You're not a fool for being in love, Tumba," Rhika soothed, putting a hand on his head in a strangely motherly way. "Who is this female?"

"Evolet," Tumba's eyes lit up at her name. "...The Alpha's daughter."

"Hmm..." Rhika pursed her muzzle and Tumba looked crestfallen at her lack of response, but she quickly continued. "The Alpha is very protect of her...but I think if anyone can win him over, it's you."

"You think so?" Tumba wasn't confident, but Rhika's smile as he looked up at her brightened his spirits.

"You have a kind and proud heart," She slid her hand down to his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Father speaks often of how you'll be a great hunter some day. I think the Alpha will recognise your efforts if you make your intentions known."

"But...what if he refuses?" Tumba countered, causing Rhika to shake her head.

"If you think like that, you've already failed to win his approval," She insisted. "Be brave and courageous. You're frustraed that they called you a fool, yes? Prove to them that you have your pride, that you take what you want. That's what it means to be a Moon Tail."

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Tumba's mother chuckled from across the firepit and smiled; she had been keeping her thoughts to herself for a multitude of reasons, but there was benefit in keeping quiet-- the relationship between Tumba and Rhika was stronger than ever now that he could rely on her for support. The 12-year-old puffed out his chest and felt a swell of confidence surge within him.

"Thanks, Rhika!" The cub quickly got onto his knees and put his arms around his older sister, hugging her closer. He was overjoyed to feel her embrace in return, and part of him was giddy that he was so close to her growing breasts, already so big and ample. Rhika was so often away that he didn't get to see her that much, and she had been a little off-limits and 'out of his league' when he got into puberty. He'd always admired her body, so to be so close was nice.

Across the firepit, their siblings had been unusually quiet, when they normally squabble over their share of lunch. Tumba hadn't understood why at first, but when he actually paid attention to them he understood; Loka's muzzle was buried in Meka's crotch, his young body splayed out across the dirt and Meka quietly panted to herself, her legs spread and her ankles hiked up as her back laid against the dirt. This was probably the only time the two of them could be quiet, but Tumba saw their open display of affection and sex as an opportunity. As he hugged his older sister, his hands roamed from her shoulders down to her upper arms as his head dipped, and he courageously buried his head down into the mounds of her breasts, ready for rejection-- after all, wasn't it her that more or less said it was important to be confident? To his surprise, however, she openly put her arms around him and sighed as he pushed his muzzle between her fluffy, furry breasts.

One thing led to another quickly thereafter. The cub's tongue roamed around her flesh and fur and eventually met one of the nubs of her nipples, and he suckled like a newborn against her teat, causing it to grow hard and perky under his assault, betraying her desire. At the same time, his cock sprung to attention easily and she brought a hand down to it to encourage him as he roamed, and he did his best to give each breast equal attention, moving from one to the other with his mouth and directing a hand to either one he didn't have to tongue attached to so he could give the pillowy flesh a squeeze, feeling how plump and malleable it was under his touch. He kept this up for some time as his mother across from them openly stroked and fingered herself, one hand on her pussy whilst the other groped a single breast, jiggling it up and down with purposed squeezes.

His lewd antics spurred Rhika to inevitably take the reigns and Tumba didn't stop her, knowing that she was older, wiser, and likely more experienced than him. She pushed him back and he allowed it, pressing his back to the dirt as she straddled his body and lifted his loincloth to move it out of the way, undoing her own as she went so he could experience the sight of her matured pussy. She rubbed it up and down his turgid, knotted erection and squashed his cock down between her clenching folds and his own fuzzy stomach, before she lifted and rose, directing it into her. Her insides were like heaven and her movements were slow, each gentle rocking and gyration steadily milking his cock as she sped into a moderate rhythm atop him, as pleasured as he was. Their mother eventually moved to join in on the fun, stepping over her son's body and guiding Rhika's head towards her mature pussy, where her daughter gladly pressed muzzle to lips and started to passionately lick as she rode her brother's cock up and down.

It continued like that for a little while, a small orgy with the three of them enjoying each other as the two youngest cubs enjoyed one another, but there was just one person missing...thankfully, it didn't take long for them to get home. As they were mid-fuck, the flat of the hut's entrance opened to reveal their father, his shoulder spotted with tiny speckles of blood, but the rest of him was clean. His gaze raked over the scene before them before a smile played upon his lips; he pulled the string of his loincloth and it fell to his ankles in an instant, exposing his plump, manly sheath and the growing cock that slid from its housing. Instead of approaching and grabbing his wife, however, he instead stepped over his son's body and turned, positioning his manly ass over his son's head. Tumba stared up at it, comparing his mother and father's asses to each other, before his father abruptly started to squat.

Delight crossed Tumba's features as that ass sailed down, pressing perfectly over his muzzle, followed by a manly, low-octave groan as Tumba's muzzle fit perfectly between his cheeks. This wasn't the first time they had done this, and frankly, Tumba was a natural at eating ass. As soon as those cheeks fell upon him, the 12-year-old raised his hands and grabbed his father's ass, spreading it wide as he brought out his tongue and ran it hungrily across that puckered, adult hole. His tongue roamed and his muzzled creased to dig in as much as he could, his flat wet appendage sliding over the sensitive ring over and over as his father adjusted his stand and openly stroked his knotted cock, from what Tumba presumed. The scuffling of tiny feet alerted the boy to his younger siblings, but his vision was utterly obscured, unable to make out what they were doing. Unbeknownst to him, the two younger cubs had come to their father's front, and the man's daughter eagerly put his lips around his twitching cock, replacing the need for a hand. Loka, meanwhile, took up position behind his twin sibling again and inserted inside her.

Their sex was semi-loud and all-encompassing; just about everyone was getting some pleasure one way or another. Adult moans intermingled with teen and cub whimpers and sighs of pleasure, and they all gyrated in a perfect rhythm, so finely in sync with one another from the years of sexual experimentation they'd already done. There was no doubt in Tumba's mind that other families around the village were doing the same one way or another, and his thoughts drifted to the beautiful Evolet, wondering exactly what she did with her older brothers and the Alpha himself. Was she just sucking his cock inside like she so often did when he sat on his throne overlooking the village? Was she being pounded and hammered from all sides by her eager, horny brothers, using every orifice they could? His heart twinged with a mixture of jealousy and wistfulness at the thought; he hoped Evolet was as dainty and pure as she often looked when standing ethereally at the Alpha's door.

Tumba was the first to orgasm, but that was obvious to whoever had been there in the first place; not only was he normally quick to cum anyway, but Rhika had been riding him for quite some time already. He grunted and tried to push up against her bouncing hips as he felt his pleasure rising, his tongue pressing and pushing as he much as he could into his father's hole as the boy's knot swelled, throbbing hungrily each time those hips lowered and kissed against them. Despite not being able to tie, he shuddered and groaned around his father's clenching cheeks as he climaxed, shooting thick little strings up into his older sister's insides as her inner walls pressed and squeezed, quivering alongside him. The wet sounds of both her and Meka licking tenderly accentuated the tender moans of those beneath, which were intermingled with their mother's gentle hums of pleasure and their father's carnal, almost animalistic grunts.

Suddenly, Tumba's father let out a sigh, and his hole spasmed and quivered atop the 12-year-old's roaming tongue. He knew instantly that the man had cum, and the wet, slick sounds of him pumping load after load into his daughter's throat were indicative enough. Soon thereafter, Loka let out his own whimpers of delight, and a sickening little pop alerted Meka and the others to the tying of his twin sister, connecting with her as if the two were one. Their mother's moans soon joined the others, combined with Rhika's hums of delight as she licked and slathered her mother's tight pussy in her spit, her teeth grazing the aching, orgasming folds.

No sooner were they done did they begin a second round...and a third...and inevitably a fourth, well into the night. They paused only for food and water, hydrating themselves and filling their bellies before going at it again. In almost every instance, Tumba came in Rhika and ate his father's ass, one way or another. He was so good at eating that manly hole that it was all his father wanted, even when he eventually started shoving his fat, knotted cock into his wife, or even his youngest daughter and son. Each time, Tumba tasted and enjoyed the quivering of that puckered ass each time his cock throbbed and pumped another heavy load, whilst at the same time Rhika blew him, rode him, and even let him be on top. All of it served to give Tumba an incredible, overwhelming confidence-- to hear his much his father and sister moaned at his actions gave him courage and an eagerness to please his own soulmate. He knew he'd be the perfect mate for Evolet...he felt it in his bones.

As day turned to night and they sought to bed down and rest for the evening, Tumba steeled his resolve, his body spent but his mind alert and awake. He quietly concocted a plan as his family slept around him, ideas forming in his head as he pick out what he would consider the be the best, most thoughtful thing he could do to win over not only Evolet's heart, but her father's too.

In the morning, when everyone began to wake up, Tumba set his plan into motion. The first order of business was to speak to his father just before he left to go hunting again that day; he and several others always collected meat for the tribe, and the 12-year-old was sure his father would do what he asked...but only his father could know his plan. At least, for now. The second order of business was simply to wait-- Baku wanted his attention and tried to get him to come to the creek again, but Tumba insisted he had something important to do. Baku was his best friend, however, so it was hard to keep a secret from him; he revealed his plan to his confidant and Baku seemed...peculiarly disappointed, but still supportive. He made sure none of the other boys would bother him for the day, which helped immensely.

Finally, some time in the afternoon, the time came. The Alpha already sat on his throne overlooking the tribe, his large seat sitting atop a raised platform made of logs from the trees they'd cut around the village. It wasn't that high up and didn't tower over the little houses they'd made for themselves, but one had to go up a small handful of steps just to sit down-- it definitely gave a sense of purpose and prestige to the Alpha. Tumba knew that the man had already recognised his presence, but the Alpha hadn't said anything...for now. Eventually, Tumba saw his father approaching in the distance, with a humongous boar saddled over his strong shoulder, all but unblemished from the marks of battle save for a single spear wound right between its eyes. He approached Tumba slowly and swung the boat over his shoulder, letting it fall to the floor beside the 12-year-old with a heavy 'thud'.

"Thank you, father." Tumba was relieved his father was on board, and he was surprised when the older male put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, as if encouraging him and knowing what his plan was. The boy smiled up at his father before he cleared his throat and turned, looking to Alpha directly in the eye. It took a lot of effort not to immediately shrink away when he realised the Alpha had watched their entire small conversation, and the man's gaze now locked with his, those sharp green eyes searching, curiosity crossing his features.

"E...Esteemed Alpha!" Tumba raised his voice into something close to a shout, but not quite-- considering he was only a handful of metres away from the Alpha's throne, he didn't have to be so loud. After announcing himself, he got to his knees and pressed his hands to the dirt, prostrating himself before his leader.

"Speak, Tumba." The man's voice was low and rocky, filled with authority and power. Before he became Alpha, many knew him as Russ, the strongest wolf in their village...whose father was the Alpha at the time, of course. Now that he took the position of leader, his name was barely uttered bar from his own family and close friends.

"I bring an offering for you...a-and Evolet," Tumba continued, his mouth pointed to the dirt. "I also provide another, but this one is not so material! I...I humbly request your audience in exchange for these offerings."

There was a silence that made Tumba's fur stand on edge as anxiety swelled and churned within his gut. His ears perked to the creaking of wood and he heard the heavy footsteps of the Alpha's paws descending his throne, before they met the treaded dirt, approaching him. Tumba raised his head ever so slightly to see the Alpha's feet before him.

"As it the tradition of the Moon Tail tribe, I will allow you an audience if your offering is sufficient," He explained, which Tumba already understood. "What else do you offer?"

"Esteemed Alpha, if it pleases you...I would pleasure you with my tongue and mouth," Tumba insisted, to the surprise of his father who was still standing nearby. "I would use my tongue on your behind."

An uncomfortable silence followed once more, but Tumba resisted the urge to squirm and run away. He didn't know what was going on above him, but the Alpha eventually spoke.

"Show me."

Tumba didn't need telling twice. He slowly lifted his body upwards to stare up at the man, and it was at that moment he realised just how big the Alpha was compared to people like his father; he had a few inches on him at least, and he was built firmer, stronger, more heavy set...was it just genetics, or did he go hunting as much as the others? Tumba couldn't be sure, but just the sight of him in a sexual context was enough to make the 12-year-old's loins tingle with delight and apprehension. Without another word, the Alpha turned, revealing his pure white tail to the boy, before he slowly bent over and his tail lifted, exposing himself.

The Alpha had a wonderful ass; it was perfectly toned, thick and malleable, but what Tumba needed to see was the hole that lay beneath. The older male was so ready and willing to the point where the cub silently wondered if the Alpha's own sons had explored him in their youth. Reaching his hands forward, Tumba grabbed both cheeks with his small digits and tucked his thumbs into the crack, parting them with ease thanks to such a simple manoeuvre. There, lying in wait, was a delightfully pinkish hole that sat amongst grey fur; once exposed to the air, it instinctively clenched before it relaxed, ready for him-- Tumba didn't plan on hesitating.

He buried his snout in, and a grunt immediately escaped the Alpha's muzzle as Tumba stuck out his tongue and put it to the hole, slathering from the bottom to the top in the same way he'd pleasure his father. His appendage thrust and probed in an attempt to slide into that hole, but it was surprisingly tight, and the Alpha clenched in ways Tumba wasn't expecting. He felt the man's cheeks resisting his hands spreading them, and that tight entrance pushed against his tongue, as if forcing him back. Whilst his body seemed resistive, however, the Alpah's quiet grunts and gentle sighs were indicative of how much he was enjoying it-- Tumba had eaten ass enough times to tell.

The more he licked, the more his Alpha groaned, and though he couldn't see, many were watching Tumba's 'tribute' unfold. The Alpha moved his loincloth to the side and put a hand around his turgid, thick cock, a solid 8 or 9 inches in length with a fat, bulbous knot. Anyone looking upon such a large cock would be enamoured by the sight, but Tumba was not afforded a glance, for his mouth to buried too deep into that fine ass, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling of that hole pulsing against his tongue. He felt that ring slowly loosen and accept him over time, and in turn, he plunged his tongue deep, trying to wriggle it inside. A heavy groan escaped the Alpha's lips again the deeper he licked, and Tumba's ears twisted to hear the slick sounds of eager masturbation. He knew the Alpha was turned on, and the thought elated him; he was doing a good job!

"Keep going." The Alpha's gruff and perhaps a little shaky voice demanded of him, and Tumba didn't hesitate to continue, his tongue shoving further and further as his fingers dug into the male's ample cheeks, his mouth nuzzling up and down so that his wet nose pressed sensually between the man's cheeks, forcing the Alpha to sigh even more. The man's breath picked up and his grunting and huffing became more intense over time, and with each quivering of his ass came a shaky moan from him that seemed to imply how good it was-- such noises inspired confidence in Tumba, encouraging him to push and taste deeper...but in the end, he didn't have to go that far.

A sudden heavy half-groan, half-sigh escaped the Alpha's lips as his cheeks abruptly clenched, squeezing around Tumba's tongue and trapping it each. His hole spasmed and flexed around that wide, wet appendage and almost seemed to milk it as he pushed his ass against Tumba's mouth. The 12-year-old's ears twisted to hear the sounds of quiet little splatters onto the dirt, and he quickly realised he'd made the man cum, something that made him feel even more proud. The Alpha's panting eventually died down and he straightened up, his cheeks unclenching so that Tumba could withdraw. The boy pulled his head back and bowed his head, sitting patiently as the Alpha slowly turned. He was uncomfortably silent, and Tumba's heart pounded in his chest.

"Brothers and sisters!" The Alpha suddenly boomed with his mighty voice, making Tumba jump. "Tonight is a full moon. We shall partake in flesh and pleasure for our ritual god, as is tradition."

The other tribespeople murmured in agreement; so common was the monthly orgy ritual that no one even really thought about it. Tumba was already aware it was tonight, but hadn't brought it up in regards to Evolet because he didn't deem it important.

"You," The Alpha began, and Tumba saw his legs squat into view before a large hand cupped his chin, making him look up at the Alpha's face. "I am accepted your tribute, and I know what you want. Tonight, under the full moon, you may lay with my daughter...but it is up to her whether she sees fit to keep you around."

"Y...Yes, Alpha!" Tumba straightened up and resisted to urge to bolt to his feet and jump around in glee. If he knew it'd be this easy, he would have eaten the Alpha's ass a long time ago-- but perhaps it was Rhika's encouragement, and his own boldness, that had afforded him this chance.

"But beware, child," The Alpha's continued with a dark expression. "My beloved Evolet is a virgin. Do not harm her."

"I...I wouldn't dream of it, Alpha." Tumba insisted, and the older male stared at him a little longer before he let him go, rising to his feet.

"Do well, and it won't just be Evolet you may partake." He muttered, just barely loud enough for Tumba to hear, and the 12-year-old stared up at the Alpha before scrambling to his feet as the man turned. Tumba looked towards his father with a bright face. Somewhere in the back, Baku watched on, his face smiling, but his eyes sour.

Tumba's excitement bled into the rest of the day. He bounced away on his feet with happiness and eagerness in every step, but being aware of what he'd be getting up to later made the day drag in impossible ways. Every minute felt like an hour, and though he spent most of his time 'preparing', there were moments he simply had to sit and wait, unable to contain himself. There were no performance jitters, bar from wanting to impress Evolet; he was fully, completely prepared to deflower her for himself.

Eventually, the sun set and the moon came out to play. Everyone moved to gather in the main plaza around a roaring fire that sang up to the moon above them. The ritual wouldn't begin officially until the moon was at the highest point in the sky, but that didn't mean people couldn't warm up; all around Tumba, males were fingering females, pleasuring other males, or even just themselves, getting nice and hard and wet for what was to come. Tumba, however, had other plans; he immediately made his way through the crowd, away from his family, to seek out the Alpha's hut-- there, standing in front, were the Alpha himself, his wife, and three children-- namely, Evolet and her two brothers. Once again their eyes met, and Tumba's face flushed, before he looked up to the Alpha. The man grunted and gently encouraged Evolet forwards so that the two could get to know each other. She looked shy, but willing.

"Um...Tumba, right?" She asked tentatively, her voice light and airy. She blinked those crystal eyes that seemed even more lovely in the moonlight, and Tumba was briefly at a loss for words, before he cleared his throat and nodded.

"Y-Yeah, yeah. Hi, Evolet." He smiled at her and she giggled, briefly covering her face with the back of her hand.

Before they could talk more, big and heavy drums alerted everyone to the upcoming ritual. The Alpha stepped forwards into the centre of the circle, getting everyone's attention. He cleared his throat and raised his hands to the moon above, looking up at it as he spoke.

"Tonight," He boomed. "We pay tribute to the Goddess of the moon. We offer her the gift of life and bask in the pleasure of our bodies. We thank her for bringing us into this world by celebrating the very flesh she worked to create. Let the ritual begin!"

Had they the technology, they would have likely played music all through the night, but even those beating the ritualistic drums to start the orgy wanted a piece of the action. All around Tumba, males and females alike began to join, some simply kissing as first whilst others were already on their knees pleasuring other people-- some were even pinning others to the ground and hungrily penetrating them, desperate for sex and turned on by the heavy, aroused atmosphere. Even the Alpha himself was joining in, but he didn't take centre stage; instead, he left the middle of the area, close to the roaring fire, to two very special people; his daughter, and her 'love interest'.

Tumba turned to Evolet and hesitantly smiled, before reaching out a hand. She seemed a little shy and nervously took his in turn; Tumba knew she hadn't interacted much with the other tribes folk, so he knew he was going to try and be gentle. He slowly pulled her close and his hands snaked towards her hips before curving around to her back and down to her ass. She tensed up immediately under his touch, but her awkward smile and glittering eyes seemed to tell him she was okay with it.

Slowly, he brought his head forwards, and their muzzles met in their first ever kiss. She sighed against him and closed her eyes alongside him, pressing her lips deep to his own. Instinctively, they brought their bodies together until his flat, average-framed chest met with her own budding bosom, with barely the smallest of breasts beginning to form. Tumba was already beginning to tent underneath his loincloth, and it quickly bumped with her thigh, making itself known-- he knew she could feel it, but she surprisingly didn't shy away.

Tumba slowly gave her hips a light push, trying to coax her to lower herself, and she followed his movements willingly, their lips parting so that he could see her flushed face. She got down onto her knees and then slid them on either side of her so she could press her ass to the cool dirt, before lowering herself down even more, leaning back and using her hands as leverage as she awkwardly snuck her ankles out from underneath her, laying herself out flat on the ground. Tumba moved into position on top of her, staring down at her delightful body, and with his hands, he slowly pulled the string that kept her loincloth snug to her waist. It loosened easily as he undid it, and with a single flick of his hand, he tossed it to the side, his gaze travelling down to the soft mound of her young pussy. His cock twitched at the mere sight of it, and he shuddered, the head of his sensitive canine-shaped dick rubbing with the coarse cloth of his tribal garments.

The 12-year-old wasted no time in removing his own as the ritual was quickly getting underway around them. He could hear their moans and huffs of delight, the wet sounds of penetration and oral, intermingled with the cracking of the fire and the occasional young gasp. He didn't bother to look; he knew they were all enjoying themselves, his own family included-- no one missed out on their Moon Ritual every month. With Tumba's loincloth out of the way, his cock stood on end, twitching up and down with an incredible lust that he couldn't bear any longer than he needed to. He leant forward, his muzzle lowering towards hers as he propped himself up on an elbow, whilst his other hand grasped the base of his little knotted dick so that he could angle the tapering tip towards her virgin cunt. His tip smeared up and down her lips as his muzzle met hers, and with a passionate kiss he pushed forwards, slowly but surely penetrating her.

She gasped, arching her back against his penetration, and she put her arms around him to steady herself and bring him closer as his member sunk into her. His cock was the perfect size for her first time-- neither too small nor too large-- it fit within her snugly. He was expecting some kind of resistance with her, a barrier of sorts as proof of her virginity, and as he pushed he felt a little snug tug before his cock sank deeper. Evolet grunted beneath him, wincing ever so slightly, before her expression contorted around his lips as something akin to pleasure. She groaned as they kissed and her inner walls squeezed delightfully around his sinking member, until his knot kissed with her entrance. He moaned against her mouth and kneaded his knot against her mound, pressing and feeling the way she tightened and clenched against his pushing. He couldn't wait to get in there and tie with her, and he was sure he would, eventually. For now, however, he pulled back and thrust.

It was hard to hear her noises over the cacophony of other moans and wet slaps and squelches around him, but he focused on her and only her, caring little for the light breeze that made him shiver as he moved into a slow and sensual rhythm, being as gentle and passionate as possible-- he rolled his hips and moved his head to the side, burying his mouth against her neck and peppering tender kisses across his neck as she lifted her muzzle to his hear, gasping panting heavily right into it. He could truly pay attention to only her if she kept it up, and her moans of pleasure turned him on even more, encouraging him to pick up the pace. A mass formed in his pelvis rapidly, warning him of how close he was getting already, but he didn't mind; he'd been waiting for this for so long, and he wasn't going to stop now. He could already hear some of the other tribesman orgasming, their telltale heavy moans and gasps of delight bouncing around the air; some of the females even cried out, their orgasms so powerful that they couldn't hold back. Tumba was the same.

"Evolet...Evolet...!" Tumba groaned against her, picking up the pace as he started to pant and huff harder, his pre-cum lubing up his thrusts as he pumped down into her. That wet pre-seed slapped and coated the top of his knot as he pressed to her pussy, mixing with her own juices of arousal, and with each thrust, he could feel her reflexively loosening and tightening, turned on and so close to cumming that her body didn't know how to properly handle it. Her ankles hooked around him as Tumba opened his mouth and bared his teeth, grazing those sharp canines against her neck and claiming her as he pushed down, feeling his pleasure reaching its peak. He knew if he didn't knot now, he'd never be able to-- he pushed, trying to be gentle as he felt her tight pussy open up more and more, accepting him, ready for him, but oh so tight...until finally, with a wet and lewd squelch, her entrance stretched just enough to accept the thickest part of his cock, allowing him inside. In a matter of moments, he tied with her.

Lust overtook him; his teeth bit down just a little, just to feel her flesh in his mouth, to know how she was his at that moment. He tugged and delighted in the feeling of his knot being yanked on, before he pushed down again, feeling the pleasure of his cock being so lovingly squeezed by her soft cunt. She whimpered against him and shuddered, and her insides periodically flexed and gripped, indicating that she'd just climaxed right as he tied with her. Such a thought filled the 12-year-old with an incredible feeling he couldn't even describe, and at that moment he couldn't hold back any longer. He jutted up and down a handful more times, his little balls bouncing up and down, before he plunged down and groaned, finally erupting inside her. Little spurts of his cum filled up her new-deflowered pussy, and she sagged against him, her arms cupped tenderly around his body as he pumped load after load into her, his balls tucked up against his body and his wolf taint twitching with each tense of his cock. His knot swelled and locked him inside her, and it wouldn't go down for quite some time.

He relaxed against her for just a handful of moments, relishing not only the situation but the tender, sweet bliss that rocked through his body, before he turned, rolling the two of them onto their side. She instinctively hiked up a knee and rested it on his outermost hip, stretching herself for his cock as much as she could, and Tumba greatly appreciated it. The two pressed as close together as they could, chest to chest, and their muzzles met with another quick, childish kiss. They parted, enjoying the moment for barely a handful of breaths before the two of them giggled, more in sync than they realised. They kissed again, taking in the sounds of the moans around them.

For Tumba, this ritual would be a night to remember. They kissed and caressed one another late into the night, until their tired bodies could take no more and they fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies having become one before the full moon.