“Let’s see...ah, there he is. Winter! It’s time. C’mon.”

From his kneeling position, bowed in front of a squirrel boy in front of him, a young ferret raised his head and turned, blinking in the direction of a German Shepherd dressed in a long white coat-- a favoured scientist, Dr. Vaun. The boy, young and naive and impressionable, quickly rose from where he was and straightened up, bounding across an expansive room made up of colourful imagery, toys and climbing frames; the main play area for the cubs of the facility. The boy moved with an energetic rhythm, fully naked and unaware of how much his larger-than-average loins bounced and swung with even the subtlest of movements, something that had become so second nature to the ferret that he didn’t pay it any mind. The scientist didn’t bat an eye either, simply watching as he approached. For a moment, the boy lingered, turning on the spot to wave over at some of the cubs in the corner near a large set of rubber and plastic climbing frames, before the canine ushered him through the sterile white and grey double doors.

“I see you’ve made fast friends with the new kids in Class 9.”  Dr. Vaun looked down at him with a smile, and the ferret beamed up at him in response, absently reaching down to push down the twitching girth of his boyish length.

“Uh-huh. Alec’s really nice and likes to play on the climbing frame too. He’s trying to climb as high as me! But I don’t think he’ll do it, though.”

“Oh? And why’s that? All those years of experience you have?”

“Uh-huh!”

Winter had been at the facility since shortly after his birth. That was true for at least the vast majority of the test subjects in that remote lab in the woods. All the kids, to a point, were naive to their studies; some of the older ones were beginning to grasp it, but they were easy to keep in line. The others, however, thought this was their home...and that wasn’t exactly far from the truth, really. For at least 80% of their 200-subject pool of children, aged from 6 all the way up to 12, this had been all they knew...they didn’t even have a glimpse of the outside world. For a few of the others, however, they were transferred from a separate facility. They had at least a little glimpse of the outside world.

They walked down a sleek, bleached white corridor until they took a left turn to walk down another, stopping by the 3rd door from the right, conjoined with an identical one just to the side of it. They entered through the left into a medical-focused room, with an examination bed that could function as a table, as well as counters and a computer at the back. There were numerous leaflets up on the wall, like one might expect at a doctor’s office, but these were all designed to keep the cubs occupied whilst they were examined.

“Is this the same as last time, Mister Vaun?” The ferret asked, already knowing to cross the room and hop up onto the examination bed, and the German Shepherd sighed as he rolled his neck and padded across the room, walking past the boy to the computer.

“I’m afraid so...you’ll have to forgive me, Winter. I’m not in top form today, so this might be a slow one.” He admitted, but he could hear the ferret giggling.

“I’m excited! I’ve been playing with Mister Boo...Bub...”

“Beaumont?”

“Mmhm. He’s not fun! He doesn’t even smile.” The pout was clear in the boy’s tone, and it made the canine’s muzzle twist upwards.

“I’ll make sure to smile for you, then.” Doctor Beaumont should know better, but he’s always been clinical. Unfortunately, he’d been on leave all of last week, which is why the reptile had to take over before...but he was meticulous and his notes were astounding and thorough, so the German Shepherd definitely didn’t miss out in the free time he had. He turned a head over his shoulder and looked to the mirror on the other side of the room, aware that at least one of his colleagues was sitting in the office beyond, watching and monitoring from their own computer. He reached up to his ear and pressed a claw to a small earpiece settled within the fluff of his right earhole.

“How’s it looking, Dalmans?”

“Readings are in expected parameters. No fluctuations...no changes.”

“About on schedule, then,” The canine murmured, tapping through reports on his screen and skimming them. “And no changes last week...output seems consistent.”

“He’s the same as ever.”

“Isn’t he just?” Dr. Vaun scoffed, scrolling back up to the boy’s main file. There was rarely any fluctuation within the cubs, but that didn’t mean they were all unique in their own way...though they all shared a commonality. Winter was a part of Class 7, all believed to be 9 years old, though the ages of them actually varied...they just lumped them into sample groups. It helped for running other tests-- the relationship of dominant and submissive behaviour based on class hierarchy instead of age was one of their current hypotheses-- but it did sadly mean they had misconceptions about their actual ages. Winter believes he was 9...he was probably closer to 7.

He trawled through the documents, refamiliarising himself with some of the details of the boy in his week-long absence, before he turned and strode around the examination table. A number of tools that he needed were already laid out on a nearby small table, on wheels, and he pulled it along with him as he went. Winter was an obedient boy; he sat there dutifully as the scientist began his examination, pricking his finger to check his blood sugar levels, checking his blood pressure using an inflatable apparatus around his upper arm, checking his heartbeat through his hands and a stethoscope, and even drawing some blood into a syringe to take for analysis in another part of the building later. As he applied a patch over the needle mark, he shifted uncomfortably on the spot. It happened every time; not because the boy was naked, but because of his unique properties.

“Right, well...” The German Shepherd breathed a sigh. “It’s about that time. We should continue on to our main test. You know the rules, right Winter?”

“I have to stay still until you tell me I can move...” Winter grumbled, putting his hands behind his back, and the canine looked apologetically at him before looking down towards the boy’s crotch. It was only natural that he be flaccid in that moment, since he wasn’t affected by his own exuding aura, but the scientist was having trouble handling it, despite how used to it he was. He cleared his throat, glancing towards the mirror, before tapping his ear again to turn on his earpiece.

“Beginning anomalous pheromone testing on Subject 07-239.” He clearly announced, and behind the one-way mirror, his colleagues began to activate the measuring instruments that were already in the room, sitting in the corners. Dr. Vaun clipped one to the front of his lab coat as well, and he waited for a moment for one of his co-workers to chirp the all-clear in his headpiece before he began.

The canine’s hands descended and fell quickly upon the boy’s package, his fingers curling beneath the ample flaccidness of that girth, whilst his other hand cupped and cradled his young nuts, larger-than-average-- just about everything about his package was bigger than others his age. Just the lightest touch alone was enough to make the ferret sigh with approval, and he spread his legs a little wider as the German Shepherd got to work: the canine gentle squeezed and massaged his balls as his other hand wrapped a little more firmly, gently stroking from the tip and down to the base, peeling back the foreskin as he went to reveal the head of it. A tiny bead of pre-cum was already forming before the ferret was even hard, but it didn’t take very long for him to grow; the cub was achingly stiff within just a few seconds, and it twitched madly in the canine’s grip, betraying his desire.

“You’re much better at this than Mister Beaumont...” Winter chimed in after a few moments, his breathing slow and steady as Dr. Vaun began to pick up a little speed, moving slowly and carefully as he stroked the boy up and down. He could see how much the ferret was enjoying it; the pre-cum from the end of his cock was a reasonable amount, and it slickened up the flesh of his foreskin and made the head of his glisten whenever the skin bunched up and peeled back again. In terms of normal cubs, this would have been unprecedented...but for Winter, and every other boy in the facility, this was incredibly common. They all had exceptionally high libidos and output.

“Readings are spiking, but still within normal range.” A co-worker reported to him in his earpiece, but Dr. Vaun didn’t need them to tell him; he could physically feel it. The scent coming off of the ferret was intoxicating, and it stirred the German Shepherd’s body, making his crotch strain, fighting against the fabric. It made his breathing heavy and his face flushed, but he had a good willpower. This wasn’t the first time he’d been a recipient of Winter’s pheromones, and he’d endured it plenty of times before. He continued, and he could see the ferret getting closer alarmingly quickly.

“This is a little rare from you, Winter. Have you been holding back?” Dr. Vaun asked, and the white-furred boy squirmed in his seat, doing his best to follow the scientist’s initial instructions and keep himself still, his hands dutifully behind his back.

“W-Well, um...” He stammered, having to pause to whimper or take heavier breaths, for the scientist didn’t stop stroking just because he asked him a question. “Mister Beaumont wasn’t very good at it, and he didn’t do all the tests you do, so...”

“Oh, so you weren’t fully satisfied.” He’d guessed as much from the reports, noting that his interim colleague had avoided doing a couple of their usual tests, but he didn’t think it’d have this much of an impact, so he tilted his head a little to refer to his earpiece. “Subject 07-239 is experiencing pent-up energy due to the negligence of our colleague. I know he prefers girls, but I’d like to recommend he be reminded of his duties.”

“Noted, doctor.” Someone replied in his ear. “Be careful; we’re picking up elevated pheromone levels above parameters.”

“Are you feeling alright, Winter?” Dr. Vaun asked when he was informed. Winter did look a bit more flushed in the face than usual. Winter looked at the canine and then down to the man’s stroking hands.

“I’m really, um...” He was surprisingly shy for a moment. “I really want to put my penis in something...”

Dr. Vaun gulped, both out of the arousal that the pheromones were inducing in him, and at the reality of the situation; that kind of apparatus hadn’t been collected. He sighed through his nose, cursing his other colleague, before he withdrew his hands and straightened.

“Given the increased levels of anomalous pheromones, this test will be inconclusive and contain erroneous data,” He began, speaking more for his colleagues than the boy, as he reached down towards his waistline. “As the senior scientist, I’m authorising a chance of procedure to quell these anomalous levels. We might as well take this particular examination off the book and hope things normalise later.”

“Understood, doctor.” They replied in his ear, and with a sigh, the German Shepherd popped the button on the front of his sleek formal trousers, turning around on the spot as he did so. He couldn’t see Winter’s gaze, but knew he’d be excited; very rarely did this ever happen.

Before Dr. Vaun even had his pants down over his manly adult cheeks, Winter was grabbing at his lab coat, trying to pull him closer. It made him feel flushed to be manhandled by a kid his age, but he knew that the ferret was just desperate, and needed to let off some steam. Winter yanked him closer with a whine and started lifting the back of the scientist’s coat, and Dr. Vaun helped him further by just shrugging it off completely, letting it fall down his arms so he could slip out of it. Vividly aware that his colleagues were watching, the adult canine lowered himself, feeling Winter’s hands grabbing eagerly at his hips, and with the wet noise of entry, Winter speared his cock into the man’s hole without so much as a further thought.

The sudden penetration barely even made the doctor flinch: Winter was a good size, but just shy of the adult average, and the canine was used to it. The ferret boy pushed all the way to the hilt, and his greedy yanks yanked the man down so that he was sitting right on top of him. He could feel the cub twitching in his behind, pushing against his inner walls, and the German Shepherd didn’t want to admit he was quite turned on. His cock was just as erect as the ferret’s own, his knot swollen to its peak, and the tip of his tapering canine dick oozed fluids, trickling down the underside of his cock towards his plump sheath. Winter held close to him for only a moment or two before he abruptly yanked back and humped, pushing his hips up against the canine’s body, but there was only so much he could move. Dr. Vaun tried to help him, lifting his hips, but when he did so, the ferret yanked him down shortly thereafter, plunging deep into his adult behind.

Winter whined his mixed approval and need and started to hump with an eager desperation that was unbefitting of the boy; he was usually pretty restrained, but he must have been really pent up to be treating the canine like this. Not that Dr. Vaun minded...he chastised himself for being turned on by it, but the room felt hot and heavy, and his mind felt clouded. He could hear his co-workers saying something in his ear, but he barely even registered it as his hand drifted to his aching cock. He felt such relief touching it, shivers of pleasure shooting up his spine, and he arched his back and lifted his behind in rhythm with the ferret’s yanking, helping to further stimulate the boy and himself. Each swing down of his hips and spearing of his ass on that cub’s cock made him more and more turned on, and he openly groped himself, his breathing ragged as he stroked from knot to tip.

Behind him, Winter sucked in a breath, and Dr. Vaun knew what was coming; he had plenty of experience to know. He pushed down and the ferret pressed up into him, hugging against his back as he grunted and trembled against the adult’s back, his head buried against a clump of his lab coat. The German Shepherd could see the shooting warmth inside him and it sent him quickly over the edge too-- he jerked rapidly, slickening up his cock with messy dribbles of pre-cum, and as he brought his hand to the base, a vivid spurt of nut shot from the end of his cock, splattering down onto the lab floor. He shuddered with the sheer intensity of it, having probably one of the most extreme orgasms of his life. It felt like it was never-ending, each splatter and arc as potent and voluminous as the last. Winter was the same; Dr. Vaun was sure he could feel the cub’s cum leaking out of him, and he could hear the occasional drip alongside of his own wet, messy splatters.

Their sex was short and sweet, but it was most definitely satisfying for them both. The canine was left momentarily breathless, his body barely aching from the exertion of it, but the same couldn’t be said for Winter, who flopped back and laid perpendicular on the examination bed, his eyes already closed. He definitely wasn’t asleep, but he was most certainly exhausted...and from how stiff his cock was in the German Shepherd’s behind still, he most certainly wasn’t done, either. With a grunt, Dr. Vaun straightened himself up, slowly easing himself off the boy’s cock and feeling the oozing drip of seed between his legs. He cleared his throat, his mouth dry, as he tapped at his ear.

“The readings?” He asked, panting slightly, and there was a moment of pause before they replied.

“We surveyed pheromone output equivalent to his last outburst,” They eventually said. “In the 99th percentile.”

“So...potentially a limit.” He muttered in response.

“How are you feeling?” Another voice chimed in over the earpiece.

“Surprisingly, not very exhausted...but we didn’t go at it for long,” He replied. “I don’t think I’ve ever put out that much, though.”

“No chest pains, light-headedness?”

“Nothing,” The German Shepherd turned to the boy, examining him briefly. “Just feels like I had a quick workout. Winter’s looking a little tired, though. Let’s conclude here...please bring in the cleanup crew and have Winter taken back to school.”

The murmuring of approval on the other end signified they were done. With a sigh, the German Shepherd took out his earpiece and for a moment lingered, before getting Winter into a sitting position and telling him what they’d do next, which he was already familiar with. This test had been a bit of a bust, for certain...but in another room, another test was in full swing, one that was of a different nature.

Several doors down, in an enclosed laboratory, a feline was halfway climbing onto the examination table, his pants in a neat pile on the floor and his lab coat discarded atop them, as another subject, 07-114, lay spread-eagled beneath him. She was in the same class as Winter, though she was certainly on the cuter side...but like all the other cubs, she was prone to ‘anomalous pheromones’ too.

“Are you getting close already, Dr. Davis?” The girl, Anise, rolled her head back and groaned as she spoke, arching her little back and hooking her legs around the feline’s slender, naked hips as he plunged into her. He was surprisingly girthy inside her young pussy, but she had taken a cock far more than just once-- too many to count, in fact-- and she didn’t even feel a single stab of discomfort, even if he wanted to get a little rough. His cock was slippery, coated in not only his own pre-cum but her fluids too; she was extremely moist and it made his thrusts so easy that he pushed with more force than he intended with every thrust, lacking the friction to slow himself. He groaned above her, hanging his head for a moment as she spoke, before he turned his head to the side.

“Readings?” He panted, speaking to his earpiece, and he slowed his thrusts for a moment, kneading the full length of his cock inside the tight cunt of a Class 7 cub. He could feel her gripping and squeezing in rhythmic waves around his length, trying her best to milk him, and she squirmed beneath him, defiant and eager. Her ankles tugged at his hips, wanting him deeper despite him already being at the hilt.

“Elevated and above-average, but within expected levels for stimulation.” Someone spoke on the other end, and the feline sighed, pushing a little deeper as he turned his attention back to her.

“How many times have you orgasmed, sweetie?” He asked her, and smirked slightly when she tilted her head to the side, looking confused. “How many times have you felt really, really good, so much that it made you feel sleepy?”

“Oh!” She giggled. “Um, two times since you put your penis in me, Dr. Davis.” She politely replied, batting her eyelashes. The feline’s gaze looked to the one-way mirror out the corner of his eye, and he assumed they understood

“Let’s go for three, okay?” He grinned down at her, and her eyes sparkled with delight at his suggestion, writhing her body and trying to rock it up and into him. He slid back at her movements, watching as she trembled, before he thrust into her again, plunging to the base. 

He began to pick up the pace once more, groaning his passion as he brought himself back up to the speed he was at previously, and a mixture of discomfort and frustration spread up his spine as his hips glided and smacked into her petite, girlish frame. She was a little shorter and stockier than most, but it wasn’t her cute little body, or her wonderfully warm pussy that frustrated him; it was the fact they’d been at this for at least 15 minutes, testing for an aching amount of time, and the only reason he hadn’t cum was because of the ring he had sitting at the base of his cock. He adored fucking her, but he hated running these tests for her-- if he didn’t have the ring, he’d have busted multiple loads in her already...pregnancy wasn’t even an issue because she was too young, they simply wanted to test the anomaly of her pheromones without a male’s orgasm providing an unexpected variable.

The room smelled like warm, sickly honey with hints of cinnamon cookies, and the scent of it was both nauseating and intoxicating. It encouraged him to keep going, made his body move and act on its own before his mind could keep up, and the only reason he could hold his focus was because he hadn’t cum yet. There was a clarity amongst the headiness that kept him on task, even as he picked up speed to try to bring her to her third orgasm, even as he was delighted at her moans and squeaks of pleasure.

“O-Oh, Dr. Davis, that’s...right there!” Anise giggled with urgency, her brown eyes bright with glee as her bushy tail wiggled beneath her, brushing against his inner thighs. He picked up speed when she encouraged him and she groaned louder, betraying her pleasure, which in turn made him want to go faster. Part of that was the pheromones, but he also particularly liked her, despite the blue-balling he was receiving...though, the ring couldn’t stop him forever. One of his hands drifted from the examination bed towards her body, where he squarely shoved his thumb down around the top part of her entrance, pressing to the firm nub of the most erogenous part of her body. She squealed, arching her back more, and he plunged deep into her with a guttural groan, shuddering from the delight of hearing her groans. His co-workers in his earpiece were quiet, likely checking the readings and seeing if there were any outliers...not like this was abnormal, anyway.

His thumb rubbed in circles around that nub, grunting with the effort of his vigorous thrusts, as his ears twisted to listen and soak in the whimper sounds of her approval and gasping breaths, whilst his one free hand fought to keep her steady as she openly squirmed in his grip, encouraged by his efforts. He thrust and pounded into her as fast as he could, knowing it would send her over the edge, and he listened to the quiet parroting of co-workers in his ear, telling him of increasing levels of pheromones, or anomalous spikes in readings, as he watched her tip over to the point of no return. She arched her pretty little back and quivered, trembling under his assault, as her warm flesh milked and squeezed around every inch of his cock. He strained, pushing into her to relish it all, and felt something unexpected: a tug, deep in his core, as her tight squeezing cunt practically pulled the orgasm out of him. Desperate heat and pleasure rocked his system as his cock throbbed, and thick, voluminous spurts of cum shot straight into her, his amply-sized cock twitching up against her stomach, protruding the flesh slightly and causing the bump of his climaxing insertion to bounce before his eyes, just above his hand.

Fatigue ripped through him, followed by deep satisfaction; getting to cum after 15 minutes felt far better than he had anticipated, and her clenching walls helped to squeeze every last drop from him. He shuddered, easing his hips forward, relishing the feel of it, before he slowly slid back. She gripped him so tightly and whined, wanting more, but their test was officially over when he came in her, muddying some of the results-- not that he cared that strongly. He cleared his throat and turned from her, his cock still erect, still aching for more...the pheromones were doing wonders to his body. Though he was tired, he wanted to fuck her over and over, and just would have kept going until he passed out from exhaustion. Fluids dripped to the floor as he went for his lab coat, somehow able to resist.

“We’re all done here, Anise.” He told her, and heard her complaints in response.

“But I want to keep going...” She groaned, and he turned, having to restrain every impulse to put himself above her again when she deliberately showed off, spreading her legs and rubbing a hand up and down her pussy, where fluids messily dribbled from her stretched entrance. How did a girl so young know how just to push his buttons?

“I’m afraid I ruined our test a little bit by...well, finishing,” He smiled apologetically. “I’m sure the boys at school can help you along, though maybe you should focus on learning?”

“It’s boooring.” She complained, rolling her head back.

“Did you forget?” He smirked. “Tomorrow’s the field trip for Class 7.”

She bolted upright instantly, her eyes wide. She looked stunned for a second, lost in thought, before her muzzle stretched into the widest grin she could possibly make. Beyond the mirror looking into the room, researchers and scientists winced at the loud, excited squeal, though none of them could blame her; it was going to be Class 7’s first time out of the lab.

Though, none of them could have predicted what was going to happen.



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The coach shuddered and trundled down a wide road in the middle of nowhere. Compared to the laboratory, they were quite a distance away, driving through forested areas and open plains on the north side of America. None of the kids knew what the field trip was for, though they had been told it was a surprise-- the scientists, now dressed in casual clothes, knew better. They were going to a small theme park, which they had paid to empty out for the day so only the kids could enter. It was less for the luxury of it, and more for the safety of the other park-goers.

At the front of the bus, Dr. Vaun sat with 3 other colleagues, one on his left and two on his right in the opposite aisle, and their conversation was hushed and quiet, mostly to do with work, when one of the Class 7 subjects came to the front and tugged on the German Shepherd’s sleeve. He looked down at the boy with a quizzical expression.

“I need to pee.” The cub said, one hand clutching his crotch, and the scientist frowned.

“Really badly?” He confirmed, and the boy nodded, his face straining. “Okay, just go sit down and try not to think about it. I’ll see if the very kind bus driver can pull in at the next service station, okay?” 

With a nod, the boy turned and rushed to his seat, though he paused whenever the bus wobbled, and Dr. Vaun rose from his seat and quickly headed to the front, having a short, quick conversation with the driver. He was someone hired by the facility to make the drive, someone vetted personally, and as the senior scientist on the trip, Dr. Vaun had met him a handful of times already. He knew that the driver knew the road, and when the next service station would pull up...and it wouldn’t be for a while, from where they were going. There was, however, at least one thing they could do.

After about 5 or 10 minutes, the bus took a right-hand exit and trundled slowly into the car park of the nearby national park. Places to park were plentiful, but a bus of that size couldn’t fit into any of them; it pulled to a stop in front of a row of cars, and the doors shuddered open so that everyone could get out. This wasn’t their intended stop, but for the kids who needed to pee, it worked pretty well. Dr. Vaun stepped up to the front of the bus and turned, looking at everyone.

“Who needs to use the bathroom? Raise your hand.” He counted at least 7 or 8 of the kids in their entourage of around 30-40. “Alright...okay, those of you who need to go, come up to the front. One of my colleagues and I will escort you to the bathrooms. Everyone else...I know this must be very exciting, but I need you to stay on the bus. Don’t talk to anyone other than the people you know. Understood?”

There was a collective groan from the kids, but they did as they told-- those who had the luxury of a small bladder stood and shimmied their way through the crowd, and amongst them were two others than the initial kids Dr. Vaun had counted. The German Shepherd paused to frown at them, recognised both Winter and Anise of the group, before he thought nothing of it and turned. One of his colleagues took up the rear as they descended from the bus and out to the crisp summery air.

Winter and Anise had never seen trees in person before, nor the winding, intricate paths for people going on hikes. Anyone who had seen a national park before knew that this was nothing compared to the big, grandiose parks around the country, which had toll booths, ranger cabins and long winding roads for cars to take so they could park at spots to go on hikes. This one was a fraction of the size in comparison, boasting a large entranceway into a sprawling forest that on the left had a slow, easy vertical incline towards a shallow mountain, whilst the right-hand side was a more winding path down to a river, that ran around the side of the mountain and through to a valley beyond. The main path-- that being the right one-- was littered with billboards and signs talking about the local wildlife as well as facts about the park.

The kids, however, would get to see none of that: their experience was isolated to the very entrance, where there boasted a handful of rent-in cabins for tourists to enjoy their very own camping experience in a closed area right next to the staff on duty-- primarily park rangers, who had been specialised in survival out in the forest, though these didn’t have the authority of cops-- and a handful of other cabins for information purposes, gifts and souvenirs, and a couple of toilets. Dr. Vaun approached one of the rangers who had seen them arrive and was standing by one of the paths, and after a quick exchange and explanation, everything was settled.

“Alright,” Dr. Vaun sighed as he turned. “Come on then, let’s...wait, where’s Winter and Anise? Winter? Anise?”

He called out over the forest, but neither child was anywhere to be seen. That’s because the two had made a break for it down the path...and for a while, the scientist wouldn’t find them. For a short time, they had 20 minutes of pure, unadulterated freedom. Dr. Vaun didn’t know it yet, but some of the other kids were starting to sneak off too, unable to resist their young curiosity...he’d have a cubhunt on his hands.

Winter giggled and he dragged Anise along, the two of them running at a relatively fast pace down the path that led to the river at the bottom. As they ran, they naturally worked up a sweat, and neither of them really knew it yet, but that also stimulated certain ‘anomalous’ things within their body. It was something even the scientists hadn’t thought of themselves when conducting their experiments and tests. As they jogged their way down towards the river below, which are first couldn’t be seen but inevitably came into view, the people they scooted around, weaved through and passed by caught the scent of their pheromones-- it wouldn’t be accurate to say it was actually a smell, but the vomeronasal organs of the adults and other cubs, all of whom were animals in their own way, picked up on what Winter and Anise were ‘giving off’, for lack of a better word...and unlike the scientists, who were used to the pheromones and had built up a tolerance, those who watched the two cubs head down to the river were fully and completely enthralled by it.

The river was wide, though narrow enough for them to walk along if they wanted, and both kids were rather enamoured by the sight of the sparkling water that weaved between the eroded rocks that were barely beneath the surface. Winter crouched down to run his hand through it and giggled at the feeling of the cool water against his fingers, whilst Anise turned to look further up the path, spotting people making their way down. Though there were already people there; some of them were wading in the river for fun, whilst others were heading down the path or sitting nearby to rest after their walk down.

“You kids having fun?” Someone spoke to them outright, and Winter raised his head and turned to see a gruff-looking canine, pretty much unlike Dr. Vaun in every way, striding down the path and heading off of it to approach them, a grin on his face.

“Uh-huh! I need to pee, though...” Winter had originally gone with the others with the intention of using the bathroom, but had kind of forgotten all about it when he saw the rest of the forest. At his words, the canine rubbed his chin and looked off to the side.

“Well, this is the woods...I know a spot you can relieve yourself. Come with me.” He said it with a certain degree of urgency in his tone, but neither cub picked up on it-- though, Anise did distinctly notice the way the canine tugged a little at the front of his jeans, trying to adjust his pants. She turned to look at the ferret, who straightened himself up and obediently went to follow the man-- neither of them had any particular reason to distrust an adult in their life-- and she watched as the two turned to head off the path and around the trees nearby, disappearing momentarily out of sight when they rounded a thick trunk of a tree in the distance.

“Excuse me, girl,” Someone quickly came striding up, catching Anise’s attention. “Did you see a fox pass through here? Middle-aged, bit of a gut...”

“Um...” Anise looked over the woman, taking in her smooth, rodent-like features, those of a mouse. “He went over there with my friend, Winter.”

The woman craned her neck to see where Anise was pointing, and without another thought, quickly strode off after him, disappearing from sight in a similar fashion. Anise didn’t quite know what was going on with Winter and the man, but she thought nothing of it as she looked back to the river, staring down at the water. Behind her, someone came to approach, but she didn’t notice them until their hands were on her shoulders.

“Just do it here.” Behind the tree, the gruff, older male instructed Winter where he could pee without needing to make his way back up the hill, and to demonstrate, the fox dropped his pants like it was the most normal thing in the world. Winter’s eyes naturally drifted down, and his gaze took in the sight of the fox’s very obvious erection, though for the life of him, the ferret couldn’t understand why the man was so erect, completely unaware of how his pheromones were impacting the man. The length of the fox’s cock, humanoid in shape and achingly hard, twitched and bounced the second Winter’s eyes fell upon it. The boy thought nothing of it and reached down to his own pants, fingers loosely playing with the button before he managed to work it undone, and the fox’s breath hitched in his throat when the cub dropped his pants, catching them by his knees.

“Right here?” Winter looked down at the base of the thick tree in front of him and held his larger-than-average cock in his hands, at the base. He was completely flaccid, but the sight of such an impressively-sized cock hovering not that far from his face was enough to make his loins stir, even as he tried to concentrate on just emptying his strained bladder. The fox was watching him with an intensity that the boy didn’t pick up on, and as the ferret rolled his head back and sighed, he didn’t notice the hand reaching out to grasp at his cock.

“Let me help.” The fox murmured quietly, and Winter’s eyes widened, but he withdrew his hands. A tickle of pleasure and arousal ran up his spine as the man’s fingers flexed around his cock, which was steadily reaching half-chub, and quickly, too.  A trickle of pee dripped from the end of Winter’s cock as the initial flow was briefly halted by the throbbing of his young length, before he finally relaxed himself enough to let it go. A steady stream started to form, though by all accounts it matched his size, and the slightly tinted liquid arced, splattering against the side of the tree trunk and dribbling down.

“You really needed to go, didn’t you?” The fox remarked, his tone taking a peculiar shift.

“Uh-huh...” Winter’s gaze travelled to the right, where he could see the fox openly grasping his erect cock, and he stroked himself back and forth as he held the boy’s length. After a few moments, his hand on Winter’s member began to move, and to the ferret’s surprise, he intercepted the stream with his palm, letting it messily run down his fingers. His furred hand became soaked in it before he brought it back to the ferret’s half-hard member, stroking from base to tip, and Winter trembled slightly on the spot, unawares that his pheromones were already beginning to intensify. At this time of the day, he would have busted at least 3 or 4 times, but the trip on the way to their surprise destination had left him wanting and unable to be fully satisfied.

“Good boy...” The fox murmured, seeming to relish the way the cub twitched in his hand, and Winter couldn’t help but thrust a little against his stroking digits, the stream of his pee already ebbing down to nothing but a tiny trickle, both from an empty bladder and from the rising arousal that made his cock harder and harder. He huffed, exhaling sharply through his nostrils, as the fox pumped his young cock to a steady full mast, whilst he stroked his own...but quickly enough, they were both interrupted.

“Samuel? What’re you-- Oh!” A feline, with black fur and white hands, rounded the corner and was initially taken by surprise at the sight before her, covering her face, but the fox held no shame in what he was doing, too enthralled with the anomalous aphrodisiac pheromones that the boy was putting out. In time, the woman felt the same; she initially looked disgusted and turned away, but she surprisingly didn’t call out or say anything, nor shout at the fox, whom Winter now knew as Samuel. Instead, she slowly turned to look back at them, peeking through her hands to take in the sight again. She gulped, lowering her arms, and squirmed on the spot in a way that Winter was all too familiar with.

“You’re...” She began, but couldn’t find the words. In the end, her friend spoke for her.

“Ain’t he big, Nat? Go on, take a feel.” Samuel withdrew his hand, leaving Winter aching for more, and the feline’s digits came to replace them after a few hesitant moments. Winter sighed with bliss as she gave him a few cursory strokes, as experienced as the fox, and her other hand went down between her legs, brushing with the front of her crotch. She bowed her knees together and gritted her teeth, clearly overcome with something, but Winter wasn’t fully aware of it...mostly because all his attention was directed to his own pleasure.

“Mm, he really is...” She remarked, and the fox moved around Winter to sidle up against the feline, more or less confirming the two were entangled in some way.

“Right?” He murmured, leaning in to kiss against the woman’s neck. “I’d love to see him fuck you, honey...”

“You would?” She asked in a hushed whisper, leaning her head to the side to give him more access as she continued groping the ferret cub’s piss-soaked cock. “I want him to fuck me too...”

Winter groaned at their words, mostly because he knew exactly what they meant. Things progressed alarmingly quickly after that; the woman, clad in shorts for hiking and a loose-fitting shirt, quickly and eagerly undressed, her shirt going up and over her body as her ‘friend’, the fox, worked down her shorts and by extension her panties. Winter had only seen pussies of the kids around his age-- Anise to name one, but there were plenty others-- so to see one belonging to an adult was something that immediately interested him. His eyes widened as his heartbeat raced, and he immediately reached out to touch it, causing the feline to quiver and squeeze her thighs together against his fingers. His digits attempted to explore what they could, but it was hard with her constricting his movements from her clenching legs. What he could feel was slippery and wet, and that just turned him on even more-- he couldn’t wait to get inside it.

Her hand guided his back so that she could get more comfortable, and she sidled to take up a spot against the tree, a little unawares of what they had just done there, and with a kick of her ankle, she tossed her pants and underwear to the side.

The feline looked down at him as the fox moved around behind the ferret, and Winter reached out as soon as the woman spread her legs to accept him, his hands cupping around her thighs. She was far too tall for him to just stick it in on the spot, and she had to crouch and shuffle down the bark to get into prime position for him, even if the ferret had to stand on tiptoes to reach it. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance, rubbing up and down, before it slipped in with such ease that Winter wondered if he’d missed. When he felt those snug inner walls squeeze around him, however, he quickly changed his tune.

With a sharp thrust, the ferret pushed all the way to the hilt, sinking inside until his pelvis fur brushed against the feline’s own, black and white mixing and smearing together as he relished the warmth around his cock. He teetered there on his tiptoes as the fox came up behind him and cupped around his naked hips, stroking up and down, and the woman in front of him groaned, clutching to the tree with one hand as she reached down to grope just above her pussy with the other, stimulating herself. She mumbled something under her breath that Winter didn’t quite hear, mostly because his brain was foggy with pleasure, but he did stiffen up and pay attention when the adult fox’s hands ran around to his behind and spread his cheeks. He had taken a few cocks back there before, mostly all boys his age, and a couple of the scientists too...but something about their antics in that moment was exhilarating to the boy, erotic and taboo. He wiggled his behind left and right, stimulating his own cock at the same time, and that was invitation enough for the horny older male.

The fox squatted down, his pants already undone from earlier as he lined himself up, and Winter pushed his hips back, feeling the turgid length of the fox’s cock slipped up and along the length of his cheeks, grinding against him, before it slid back down, squishing between his cheeks and centring straight on his puckered hole. The fox’s greedy hands kept Winter spread as he nudged, trying to slip himself inside, but the ferret initially provided some resistance, causing his body to jerk forwards, his cock sinking deeper into the feline’s body. With a groan, Winter pushed his hips back, trying to spear himself on the fox’s cock, and with a shudder his muscles loosened, allowing it to slip inside, albeit barely. Winter’s used to a warm-up before these things, though there was something exciting about just getting right to it as well-- thankfully, the man’s member was already slick with pre-cum, as a result of those pheromones that Winter wasn’t even aware he was putting out. Another breathy exhale escaped the cub as he pushed back a little further, and in response, the vulpine rolled his hips forward, sliding himself deeper.

“Oooh fuck...” The man murmured, his hands shifting from spreading Winter’s cheeks to cupping around his hips, and his fingers flexed and massaged the flesh and fur, squeezing affectionately as he slipped about halfway inside, before he slowly dragged back, pulling the boy with him just a little. That, in turn, helped the ferret withdraw from the feline, whose flesh gripped around his cock before it loosened enough to let him move back further. After a moment of hesitation, the fox thrust, and in turn Winter did the same, the three of them connecting in eager, taboo bliss-- the cub arched his back and closed his eyes, his muzzle curling into a wide, happy smile as pleasure and dopamine swam through his system in tandem, leaving him giddy with glee.

They picked up their rhythm remarkably quickly, with the fox taking the majority of the lead. With each tug back of his hips, he brought the ferret with him, a collective groan coming from the free of them before he thrust forward, sending both himself and the ferret deep into the holes they were infatuated with. For Winter, who was getting pleasured from both ends, it was an immensely enjoyable experience, but the same could be said for the other two, who were so overwhelmed with pleasure that they wanted to do nothing more than orgasm. Neither of them had felt so horny in their entire lives, both of them unaware that it was Winter’s doing.

The fox sped up quickly over time, his hips bucking with eager fervency as the pre-cum slickening his cock made his thrusts and tugs glide with ease. His member slick back and forth with noisy wet squelches as his grasping hands yanked and pushed the back into the feline over and over, not for any other reason than that he was turned on at the thought of him fucking her, just as much as he was turned on at fucking the boy in turn. His balls swing with the weight of his thrusts, his legs and knees wobbling with the exertion of his squat to be at the right height. Winter was like putty between them, his hands cupped against the cat’s hips as he tried to lean into her, but the fox’s efforts to yank him back made it difficult, if not impossible, for him to just lean into her and enjoy himself. At most, he could at least relish the way she snugly squeezed around his thrusting length, and he knew that he was getting close. She knew it too-- there was no mistaking the panting breaths coming from the ferret’s young muzzle.

“You gonna cum, big boy?” She asked, smiling wider when she heard his strained groan in response. “You gonna cum in my pussy, get me pregnant? A big boy like you, filling me up...”

The ferret trembled at the words and it was more than enough to send him over the edge, just from the thought alone. He never considered himself to be interested in pregnancy, or the idea of making babies, but it was the praise that sealed the deal-- with a grunt, he pushed forwards and resists the fox’s tugging, keeping himself buried deep, as much as he could, as his cock throbbed and twitched against her insides, responding to the flexing of her own flesh, which milked and gripped in waves around his throbbing cock. After just a few seconds, the head of his cock swelled, and thick, off-white fluids spurted from the end, shooting deep into the feline’s innards. It oozed around the side of his cock, and with each vivid spurt, it shot deeper, coating every inch of her inner walls. Every aching wave of bliss that spiked up Winter’s body encouraged him to rock his hips up into her as she panted and sighed above him, overwhelmed with pleasure herself, and his behind gripped and spasmed around the fox’s still pistoning length, forcing the man to slow his movements from how tight he was.

The ferret sagged after a little while, groaning against the female’s body and cuddling up against her as the fox relentlessly used his cock, the cub’s spent cock half-hard, still oozing cum inside her. The fox huffed with the exertion of his ramming thrusts, his balls smacking cleanly off the ferret’s own as the intense sensations within him rose until, just like Winter, he plunged deep and groaned, his veiny length bouncing in that hole. He nutted harder than he ever had in his life, emptying his balls straight into the cub’s young hole with such force that it shot out of him, trickling down the fox’s balls and the ferret’s inner thighs. It trickled down his legs, eventually getting to the soil and grass, but despite his orgasm, the fox didn’t withdraw-- instead, he sank deeper, basking in the feeling, and though his legs shook, he held his position.

The trio panted in the warm summery air, exhausted, but not all of them entirely satisfied. Though Winter could have done with a lie down and maybe some ice cream, he didn’t realise the effect his anomalous pheromones had on the two; they were fully ready for more rounds, despite his tiredness, and their groping hands were the only indication of that before the fox pulled back, albeit only a little, before kneading himself in again.

“More...” The man murmured, leaning his head down. “Up for another round, cutie? We just can’t get enough of you...”

“U-Um...” Winter sheepishly looked up at them and smiled. “I’m a little tired, but...okay!”

By the river, things were almost entirely the same for Anise...only, she was a girl, so there wasn’t much she could do but take, especially when surrounded by horny men. As Winter had sauntered off beyond the trees at the behest of a man, Anise was manipulated in similar fashion, her naivete being her downfall. She was encouraged to wander past the river, wading in it for only a few moments, by one reptilian man in particular, alongside a group of 3 other men who followed suit, smiles on their faces and bulges in their pants. They had led her off the path and a little further, where it sloped down into a hill...the perfect spot, so they had said, but when she had asked what they meant by that, they wouldn’t give her a clear answer.

In the end, it made sense.

If Anise was happy about one thing, it was that she didn’t have to lie on her back this time-- the men around her were very nice and let her do exactly what she wanted, so long as it involved their cocks in some way. The young chipmunk girl sat atop the reptile, her legs straddled over his crotch and her cunt spread as widely as it would have been for any scientist who was there to ‘test’ her, only this time around she was free to wiggle, giggle and lean back as much as she wanted. To her sides were a kangaroo fellow-- he was pretty, slender too-- and a possum, scrawny but sexy...and somewhere behind her was a deer. She would have loved to grab the deer’s antlers, but instead she steadied her wriggling body by grasping the lengths of both cocks either side of her, his hands loosely stroking from tip to base...though they were doing most of the work for her.

The cacophony of noises, of manly grunts and squishing, wet, slick sounds, were like music to her ears. As her hands leisurely stroked, she arched her back and felt the deer brush against the back of her head, his clothed chest brushing against her fur and the backs of her ears. Where the reptile was plunged deep into her pussy and rolled his hips up against her young little cunt, the deer was embedded deeply in her background, utilising her other glorious hole whilst she tried her best to satisfy the other two men who had been more than vocal about having another turn next.

“She’s so fucking tight...” The reptile beneath her hissed, his dark green skin glittering in the sunlight through the trees above as he rolled his head back and bucked up into her. Anise’s flesh clenched around him, and she squeaked her approval as the possum put his hand between her ears, his digits coloured like fingerless gloves, and turned her head to face him. Her eyes traced over his amply-sized cock, turgid and humanoid in shape, and she knew what he wanted as soon as he hovered it near her muzzle. She, as turned on as they were, opened her mouth to accept it, and with a grunt, the cock slipped into her mouth, rubbing up against the roof of it before sliding all the way into the back of her throat. It slipped down further than she was expecting, but she didn’t gag, nor did she struggle with it; it bulged out her throat, and her stomach twitsted with glee at the sound of his shaky groan of approval.

“Fuck, she’s a natural...”

“So young, too...”

They were fired up and picked up speed leisurely, at their own pace; the deer behind her was the slowest of the bunch, his rolling hips measured as she carefully stretched out her ass, a hole that was only sometimes used for testing back at the lab. Her mind wandered briefly at the thought before it snapped back to reality when she felt the familiar tug of pleasure in her gut, which made her push her hips down and backwards, kneading the thrusting cock inside her pussy as she pushed her behind back against the deer, trying to encourage him to go faster. To her left, the kangaroo slowly humped her hand, grasping her wrist with his own, and beneath her, the reptile humped the fastest, his legs flat to the ground as he tried to get what movement he could from his eager humps, restricted by the door behind her. Their combined squirming, humping and grunting couldn’t even be heard from the path above...and if it was, they would likely be affected by the pheromones far sooner.

“H-Hooly shit, I’m gonna nut already...!” The possum warned, and with a grunt, he slipped forwards, pushing his cock deeper into her throat as he tugged her head closer, nestling it at the base of his pelvis. She looked up at him and closed her eyes as her throat reflexively tried to gulp, not by her own volition, before it relaxed enough for him to nudge his hips and knead against her muzzle. She tensed up as she felt his cock in her throat, and quivered as she heard him moan-- she was significantly more perverted than Winter, and loved to hear boys approve of her efforts to please them. She could feel the heat shooting straight down into her stomach as the possum shuddered against her mouth, his breath hitching in his throat as he alternated between gasps and sharp sighs.

The possum lingered there for only a few moments before tugging back-- though they had lost most of their inhibitions and were too horny to know any better, they were still aware enough to know the girl needed to breathe. Mere moments after her mouth popped off the end of his twitching, spent length, the kangaroo fought with the possum to have her turn in his direction instead. She heard them bickering, but their words faded into the background as that pleasure coiling in her gut became stronger and stronger. Her eyelids fluttered as the sensation of it overwhelmed her, and she quivered atop the reptile’s thrusting cock as it swept over her. With a whimper and a deep, satisfied groan, she climaxed right on top of him. Her young innards clamped down as tightly as they could and milked his length as he plunged deep into her, satisfying every aching part of her sensitive hole.

“Unnf, that’s it, take it all...” The kangaroo unabashedly stuffed his cock into her awaiting muzzle as she gleefully hovered on the cusp of her climax, riding it for as long as she could, before it started the fade, ebbing from her and leaving a deep hum in it’s wake, though it didn’t take long for it to rise again, though not nearly to the same peak-- that was all thanks for the rhythmic humping of the reptile beneath her, and some of the efforts of the deer, too. She was certain she could feel them both rubbing against each other inside her, felt how deeply they plunged into her, pushing her through the high of her climax and into the next. She was dizzy with the pleasure of it and let her eyes close fully once more as the kangaroo pumped his hips into her tiny muzzle, pre-cum and fluids dripping down her chin.

Behind her, the deer quickened for just a handful of moments before he abruptly slid back, pulling himself out about halfway-- he grinded into her a few times, but barely moved at all, yet the young chipmunk understood instinctively what was happening. She could feel it in the way his member stiffened and pushed against her hole in periodic waves; she had fucked enough males to know what their orgasms felt like, even if she didn’t have the right words for it. Arousal swelled within her as she rocked her hips again, wanting to bring herself to her second climax, but in the end, all she could do was lift herself slightly and hover as the reptile beneath her sucked in a breath.

“Hnnn, fuck--!” The man gasped and abruptly slowed, plunging up and groaning as he shot deep into her, throbbing in ways she was all too familiar with. The two cocks rubbed up against one another and spread the gooey seed deep into her body, making her stomach bulge with the length of his cock pushing out her belly, and causing the fluids to leak out from the sheer volume of them in comparison to her petite body. She pulled her head back to take in deep, ragged breaths as the reptile eased his hips back and sagged, relaxing onto the forest floor as his member pumped spurt after spurt, and Anise’s hand leisurely stroked the kangaroo’s cock in front of her, the wet, naughty noises of spit and pre-cum smearing back and forth filling the air.

She could hear the kangaroo’s breath quickening and knew he’d likely bust all over her face, but before he could get a chance to, the deer behind her yanked back, muttering something under his breath, and the men around her stopped, catching her by surprise. She didn’t understand at first, but when she turned and raised her head up the hill to the path, she understood.

“Anise! What did I tell you about running off?!” A familiar voice echoed down the hill, and her blood ran cold. Above her, Dr. Vaun stood looking down the hill towards her escapades, her hands on her hips. He grimaced, and she shivered with chills.

She was in big trouble, and Winter was too!