Sweat. Sex. The hot, heavy scent of thick pheromones and the wet, squelching sounds of wild, lust-driven sex. Winnie hadn’t planned for things to end up this way. In fact, she didn’t even fully understand what was happening. All she knew was that it felt so, so good.

In a secluded spacious room in the hotel, one that wasn’t theirs but they were using, a young 12-year-old werewolf girl was surrounded by around half of her all-male siblings. That typically wouldn’t have been such a cause for concern, but the tattered pieces of clothes and the strips of cloth and fabric strewn around their gyrating, wriggling bodies was about all the confirmation anyone needed, upon seeing them, that there was something sordid at play, with Winnie at the centre. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, and in fact, she didn’t know how things had ended up this way-- one minute, she’d felt hot the heavy, and the next, her brothers were tearing her clothes off and doing things to her she’d only learnt of, but not really experienced.

All of her orifices were being used at that moment, in ways she was vividly aware of and knew all about. She laid on the hardwood floor on her back, her pre-teen legs spread-eagled and her mouth wide open. In front of her, half-straddled on her body, was Wyatt, his legs squatted and his back arched his little member, awkwardly pointed down, was shoved and pressed into the delicate folds of her intimate parts, his ass raised high but periodically bowing and pushing down as his little nuts swung and slapped with her flesh and fur. Behind him was another of her brothers, Waylon, near-identical in appearance to Wyatt, though she could tell them apart. He took up a different position to his brother, sitting on his cheeks and holding onto Wyatt’s behind as his own hips pounded and thrust, spearing another entrance hidden just beneath Winnie’s other. Lastly was Wally, another brother who had a similar mohawk of fur on his head, but a more serious, brooding expression-- he was one of the older ones, and noticeably more dominant. He was the source of Winnie’s difficulty in breathing, his hips plunging and thrusting down into her muzzle as the thick, bulbous base of his knot mashed and pressed against her muzzle, threatening to slip past her teeth at any given moment. Beneath them, she made noises of complaint and pleasure, her body squirming and writhing with a mixture of overwhelming, hard-to-manage feelings, whilst her hands were used for other things.

Two of her other brothers, Wilbur and Willie, took liberal use of her hands to pleasure themselves with, their fingers encouraging her to curl her limbs so they could thrust into her clutching hands, until their cocks were slick with pre-seed and their balls taut with the growing need to cum. This wasn’t even the beginning of their night-- that had happened much earlier. The air was thick and heavy with the smell of sex, with sweat and cum, and from between her folds and out of her ass, dribbles of off-white fluid had oozed, dampening the hard unvarnished floor as the sloppy, messy sounds of pumping cocks and slick, moist holes filled the air.

None of them spoke, too enraptured in the pleasure of fucking their sister. Winnie was confusingly driven wild by her heat-- she had flourished into a fertile female not that long ago, but she hadn’t realised what a thick scent she could put out without her knowledge, so much so that smell of her heat, of her fertility, had spurred on their own senses. That was what brought them to do such a depraved act, and there was no one around to stop them, for their own parents were busy making more siblings of their own. Beneath them, Winnie quivered, her eyelids fluttering as she felt a rush of endorphins and dopamine surge through her body, sending pleasurable sensations to every limb. Her innards flexed rhythmically with what was yet another orgasm that night, and most certainly not the last. Being rigorously and roughly fucked should have made her feel numb, but it was as if her senses were alive; she could feel every rhythmic thrust, every hard, rough pound. It, admittedly, delighted her.

Atop her, Wyatt shuddered and grunted with boyish exertion as he pushed down, and Winnie felt the snugness of a taught, young knot pressing to her pussy, forcing her muscles to spread and accept the intrusion as she arched her back and groaned against the cock slipping roughly in and out of her muzzle. The knot forced its way inside, tying for just a moment before Winnie’s flesh inevitably loosened up again shortly after squeezing, and with another groan, this time filled with frustration, Wyatt’s length popped from her with a messy squelch, the length of it twitching and pulsing as it spurted a young load straight into her pre-teen cunt. It mingled with the others and readily oozed out of her in a narrow trickle, and it was plugged briefly by Wyatt pressing down again, though she squeezed too hard to allow him entry for a second time. He huffed, rocking his hips against her as his tail fervently wagged and his face scrunched up, coaxing out the remainder of his orgasm and squeezing every last drop from his cock, before he was forcefully pushed to the side by the werewolf behind him.

As Wyatt tumbled, Waylon took position in front of her, his greedy hands grasping at her hips and twisting her, forcing her to roll over. Winnie was easily manhandled under their assault, and through the act of moving was granted a brief moment to reprieve, able to suck in a few breaths and pant, whimpering with a mixture of need and exhaustion, before she was moved onto her front. Boyish hands yanked her ass up as her chest remained on the floor, and at the same time, the scent of a male pressed to her nose as Wally moved into a sitting position in front of her, his underage, fuzzy nuts resting right atop her small muzzle. She lifted her head instinctively and his hand came from her mouth, levering her jaw open until his fingers reached her tongue. At the same time, hands cupped her ass and spread her cheeks apart, and she felt a discomforting spike in her behind, followed by a wave of pleasure that made every muscle in her body clench up and squeeze tightly. She had to fight the squirming that those feelings urged her to respond to, but she didn’t get to do so much as a moan of approval before her mouth was plugged by Wally’s cock again, the length burying deep until it nudged the back of her throat. Waylon began to thrust behind her, taking what felt like the same hole as before, as she felt another trying to crawl under her small, petite body, until his head nudged up against her naked flat chest. She was confused, but raised herself and shuffled to lay on top of him, whilst Wally lifted her chin to aid her, not wanting Winnie to bite down on his dick by accident. Another set of hands grabbed lewdly at her waist and tugged her down, inciting some snarling and half-barking between the boys as, shortly thereafter, another twitching little mass speared her cunt and forced its way into her dripping folds.

Her eyelids fluttered again with the sensation, with the thick, heavy scents. She couldn’t pick up the smell of her own pheromones, so she could only speculate how much it was driving her brothers wild, but she could definitely smell the sweat and musk and cum...and it stirred something within her. Winnie’s arms wobbled with the effort of keeping herself upright as the two boys obliterating both of her holes thrust with rough, wild animalistic urges, whilst another rubbed up against her side, nudging something wet against her shoulder and down to her ribs, humping with a horny dog. All she could see with the rhythmic movements of Wally’s hips sliding back and forth in front of her, giving her only a brief glimpse at the room around her...though, with her fluttering eyelids, she wasn’t really looking.

In front of her, the sight of rhythmic hips shifted, albeit only a little, to make way for another; Wilbur came in front of her,  nudging Wally to the side, and the two of them growled at each other as Wally’s cock angled to the side and Wilbur’s own, oozing little dribbles of pre-cum, swung forward to nudge against her lips, wanting to join the other cock in her muzzle. She did her best to open up as much as she could, but it was a struggle to take both, especially as Wilbur slid in without considering how much she could take; he completely plugged up her mouth to the point where she could barely breathe. She heard their squabbling stop in favour of the pleasure, and unbeknownst to her, the two had settled their differences and began passionately tasting each other’s tongues, lapping against muzzles as their hips bounced and thrust against Winnie’s awaiting mouth.

Around her back end, the two horny, eager boys continued to assault her behind, spreading pleasurable spasms up her body in ways that made her body tremble, whilst underlying it all was a steadily growing numbness that came with an oversensitivity. She couldn’t help it; she had been rigorously fucked for an hour or so already, and their pounding cocks and thrusting hips had made her feel strange and oddly raw. She had orgasmed a handful of times already, spurred on by the way they took advantage of her, and she could already feel another one building as greedy hands fought to either push her ass down or backwards, onto either cock plunging out of her pre-teen pussy and ass respectively. Her tail wagged and wiggled with how good it felt, her mind hazy, overwhelmed by the sensations as her ears twisted to their growling, their boyish panting, and the wet squelches of sloppy pubescent fluids. At her back end, a suctioning sound signalled something behind her, and her head was yanked by a sudden force, as small hands wrapped around her braided hair on either side of her head, a little further down than standard pigtails. She tried her best not to grit her teeth as rough hips bounced off her supple 12-year-old cheeks, forcing a thick knot against her ass, making the muscles stretch and squeeze with every shove.

After a few moments of tireless pushing and yanking, Winnie’s muscles gave, and she squeaked around the two cocks in her mouth as Waylon forced his knot inside her. His ring stretched and seared with discomfort, her body tensing up, but nothing was stopping its intrusion; in fact, it was her squeezing that unfortunately kept it in. Waylon’s face flushed with a mixture of panic and lust as he tugged his hips back, attempting to pull out, and he groaned with boyish ecstasy as she held fast, albeit unintentionally, and the worried tugging of Waylon’s hips, alongside the quick, rapid stroking of another werewolf’s boy’s cock against his own-- only separated by a thin fleshy membrane between both holes-- brought him to the brink. He trembled against her cheeks, and Winnie felt a flood of warmth shoot through her body, surging up her spine. Cum pumped straight into the deepest recesses of her ass, but unlike the others who had had rounds with her before, the knot kept everything inside; not even a drop was wasted.

Winnie’s eyes closed as a tingle spread across her body, a familiar need growing as her pussy was stimulated by a pumping young cock, her breath coming out in sharp, quick gasps around the two thrusting lengths in her muzzle. She had to catch her breath where she could and it was just barely enough for her as the two of them used her, fervently kissing one another as they gave into lust and temptation, their members slick with spit and pre-cum, lewdly rubbing up against one another. To her side, the tiny cock that had been rubbing up against her side withdrew, and she couldn’t turn her head to watch the 5th werewolf boy withdraw, making his way to Waylon’s backside. With the boy plugged deep into Winnie’s ass, Wyatt, who had already tasted her pussy for himself, sought his brother’s ass. They fought over it, but Winnie had no idea how far either of them went; all she heard was the groans of the two pups in front of her, and the growling arguing of the boys behind her, whilst a sloppy little tongue traced her neck and nibbled her fur as they pounded away in her cunt.

Suddenly, one of the boys in front of her slowed, breath hitching in his throat-- given that it was the left cock, she assumed it was Wally. Gooey, salty cum bubbled up around the back of her throat and she coughed, trying her best to swallow it, as Wally pushed deeper to feel all of her muzzle around his knot, but the turgid mass of the other cub’s cock combined with the lack of space in Winnie’s small muzzle made it impossible for his knot to pass her teeth. He groaned in dissatisfaction as he emptied his tiny nuts into her mouth, listening to her splutter and half-gag, and he inevitably dragged back after a few moments, a hand clutching to the base of his member to tug on his knot in a way that could only be defined as experienced. A few more thick globules of seed dribbled right onto her tongue, where the other thrusting cock frothed and spread the substance around, causing that awkward texture and largely salty taste to assault her senses. It took everything in Winnie not to recoil, but she couldn’t stop her muscles from clenching with the effort, which in turn elicited a groan from the boy beneath and behind her respectively. The other pup in her mouth, Wilbur, began to pick up speed of his own, and soon after Wally’s own climax, he soon followed. He was a little more inexperienced and had a quicker trigger, from what she could assume, but what Winnie wasn’t prepared for was to try and swallow two loads. The taste of salt was overwhelming and she coughed, quite a lot, which in turn caused the others to pull back.

Her first instinct was to hang her head, and she came face to face with the last of the group, Willie, who quickly swung his head to the side and recoiled, his face a stark grimace, as cum oozed from between her lips and straight onto the hardwood floor next to his head. She wanted to slump down on top of him, her arms wobbling with the effort, and as she hung her head she felt the two other pups nudging into her hair, deliberately wiping their dicks off on her fur in a way that was, admittedly, very gross, but she didn’t even have the energy to argue with them about it. Beneath her, Willie studied her closed eyes and tired expression, and his greedy hands slid under her, groping at her budding chest, where she was slowly blossoming some small breasts, his hips bouncing as his feet stayed firmly planted to the floor. He abruptly dragged his hands up around her neck and yanked her down, taking her by surprise, but with it came welcome reprieve; her muzzle smushed with his in a sloppy kiss, and for a moment her arms got to rest, her ass high in the air as she settled some of her chest against Willie’s own.

Willie was decidedly lewd, despite initially recoiling from the cum; he shoved his tongue in her mouth almost instantly, his hips wildly bucking, his pre-soaked balls and knot smacking wildly against her taut little pussy as he scooped the cum straight from her mouth and swallowed, his head tilted, suctioning against her lips, pursing his muzzle. She didn’t understand his fervency, why he was being so daring, and to her it felt gross to even consider kissing her own brother...yet, she leaned into it, perhaps a little too much. Her mouth opened to allow him access as his tongue darted lewdly across her own tongue, dragging up to lash across the roof of her mouth before he plunged it deeper. Winnie found herself trying to meet his own rhythm, tilting and smearing his tongue around as she kissed him, whilst all the while his thrusts grew more and more fervent. She could hear Waylon whining his complaints, still tied to her, still fighting his other brother...though from the sounds of their lack of growling, he must have lost their little argument.

The werewolf boy moaned against her lips as he trembled, for a moment his thrusts slowing at his hips pushed up, sagged, and irregularly thrust, a cacophonous, sloppy mixture of squelching noises resounding through the air as he pushed up and kissed his pelvis to her cunt, thrusting just a half-inch or two into her, massaging the entirety of his length. His knot swelled against her pussy, throbbing with desperate need, but she clenched enough-- albeit not on purpose-- to stop him from getting inside, causing him to huff against her muzzle and growl with a mixture of annoyance and lustful pleasure. He suddenly shuddered and lowered his body a moment, huffing under his breath as he flopped his hips down, too tired to thrust any more. At the same time, she felt the rhythmic pumping and squirting of fluids, shooting up into her, mixing with the rest and oozing down in a similar fashion as others had before, trickling down his cock and onto his balls in a quick, wet stream.

Winnie pushed her body down, driven by the feeling of it, and she squirmed atop him, rocking her hips as Waylon was more or less forced to follow her movements, sucking in a breath through his gritted teeth. He pushed forward against her to stimulate his cock as he pounded forwards, huffing under his breath as his hands squeezed against her ass. After a few moments, Winnie pulled her head away from the werewolf’s mouth, swinging it to the side so she could catch her breath. She could feel that cum leaking out of her...she should have been careful. She knew plenty about what sex was, from what her mother had taught her or otherwise...she wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up with a belly full of pups a few months from now, but at that moment she didn’t care, even as the thought of it wrestled with her.

She didn’t get much chance to think about it longer; a hand came to the top of her head and pulled her up, bringing her face to face with two of her brothers again. They hadn’t even softened since cumming in her mouth, and they were eager for another round. The boy beneath her was the same; Willie pushed his hips up and, with a tired groan, began to thrust into her again, the sloppy noises of their sex picking back up as Winnie opened her muzzle to accept the two cocks back into her mouth.

She couldn’t remember how long it went on for, but by the time they’d had their fill, it was morning....and all she wanted to do was sleep.