It was 200 years ago that the mysterious tower had been found in the Ruhandi Plains, though there was speculation it had been there much, much longer. It stretched almost into the heavens, but that was just because they couldn't quite perceive how tall it was from the ground, but in the air, it looked to be several floors high, at least 30 or so, from what wizards of the time could guess. Adventurers were contracted and paid to run excursions and expeditions into the tower, and for all intents and purposes it should have gone well...but for reasons unknown, none of the mercenaries could say what happened inside. One thing was clear, however; those that went in pairs with their squires-- young adventurers that often apprenticed under prominent knights and mercenaries-- often came out unexpectedly stronger, and their fame often soared shortly thereafter.

It was for that reason that the structure was dubbed 'The Tower of Trials'.

It was impossible for Finn to tell what the time was inside the Tower. It could have been days, perhaps even weeks, and he would have no way of knowing-- the inside of the tower seemed to warp with magic to make it look bigger on the inside than the outside, and whatever windows and gaps could be seen from the entrance were all but missing when one started to climb the floors. The lack of time wasn't the problem, however; it was the monsters.

A grunt escaped the avian/canine hybrid as he swiped his blade down, cleaving a jam in two before it could jump onto his legs and start eroding his clothes, as the last 4 of them had done. It watched as the once firm globule of jam, now in two pieces, flopped into a wet puddle that the adult avoided stepping in, not wanting to dirty his paws. He adjusted his chain-mail shirt and heavy vambraces, forced to tighten up the buckles, for they kept loosening with the force of his strikes. Thankfully, his cloth pants stayed in place, but that was mostly thanks to the string he had firmly knotted around his waist, covered by the tunic over the front of his chain-mail. It was getting hard to move, however; each floor had its own set of trials, and they often involved a monster or two in some way. To say he was getting tired was an understatement...but according to various murals on the walls, there were safe spots every 5 floors. By the end of this one, which was predominantly a maze of sorts, he'd be in the clear to rest for a while.

Thankfully, the maze wasn't too difficult to navigate; Finn had learnt several floors ago in another maze to just continue hugging the right wall until he found the exit; it was tedious, but it works. What he wasn't expecting, however, was to find anyone else on the floor was he was on; in all the time he's spent making his way up the tower, he'd seen only a handful of people, and most of them were around his age, if not older...so it was a surprise to him to hear a quiet, distinctly young whimpering as he rounded the corner, and he brought his sword to the ready, unsure if it was another person or another monster.

What he found, however, was very much the opposite of what he had been expecting. At the end of a narrow hallway, where there sat an opening to the right, was a distinctly ornate, yet clearly trapped treasure chest-- the hybrid had seen so many of them on his way up the floors, to the point where he was sure they were there just to catch out those new to the tower...not that Finn wasn't, but he just knew better by now. What concerned him wasn't the chest, however, but the little black-furred legs sticking out of it. Feeling a sense of duty to help those in need, Finn quickly approached, sword at the ready.

As he approached, his ears twisted to the sounds of the creature's whimpering, and his gaze surveyed the situation. The chest was most certainly a mimic, and a pretty average one at that, but any unsuspecting individual could be easily caught up in it; these creatures liked to pretend to be treasure chests, but their insides were all teeth and tentacles...and from what Finn had heard from those as he had ascended the tower, not only were they rather perverted and liked to grab at the most intimate parts of an adventurer, but they also had a few debilitating side effects to warn people off getting a quick handjob-- though what those were, none of them could be sure. The boy stuck within-- of which Finn could only really see his legs and bare canine-shaped paws-- had to be around 10 or so from the way he whimpered and cried out in nondescript noises for assistance, but he might be even older...it was purely a guess. Whatever pants he had must have already been absorbed by some other creature, for all Finn could see was the hem of his tunic sticking out from the mimic's wooden jaw.

Finn was fairly sure the boy hadn't heard him approach, but the hybrid was more concerned with getting the boy out when he was on how much the pup could see. As his eyes grazed over the cub's form, his eyes spied a sparkling silver in the torchlight from the lit totems hanging on the wall, and he crouched down for a better look, doing his best to avoid a stray tentacle that threatened to lash out and catch his arm. Finn quickly realised the boy wasn't wearing any pants at all, and the glimpse of metal he saw was a cage, covered around what the adult guessed to be the cub's loins. Finn cast his mind back to a similar trap...though he couldn't tell if they were linked; on the first floor of the tower, a magical trap that latched a peculiar ring onto his intimate parts, forcing him to be semi-hard the majority of the time he was ascending the tower. No amount of force or dexterity could get it off, as if it were magically stuck. Perhaps the boy was suffering a similar fate?

Wordlessly, Finn reached out his hand and tried to navigate his way around the cub's squirming legs and the mimic's dangerous tentacles, and his fingers eventually found purchase on the boy's ankle, his digits curling around to get a good grip. At first, the boy thrashed, kicking his legs out and crying for help, though his words were muffled. Finn wanted to do his best to aid him, but when his hand grabbed the other ankle, the boy all but stopped resisting entirely, as if he were accepting his face. Finn was flabbergasted, but found his gaze trailing down, moving from that glinting cage towards what lay beneath; a thin, young taint and the tight pinkish hole betwixt the boy's cheeks. Finn didn't want to admit he was perverted...but he was vaguely interested, and the opportunity was ripe. He was sure the boy had no idea what was going on, and might have assumed the mimic was doing most of the work...the temptation was too great to ignore.

All it took was for one hand to unbuckle his pants, that was mostly free of armour bar from the knees and shins, and then they came loose, they sagged just above his knee pads, giving him enough breathing room to move his legs. His humanoid member, white in colour and thick in shape, was already at a twitching half-mast from the sight of the tight hole alone, and it quickly swelled and grew harder from the act of what might happen alone. He held one of the boy's ankles with one hand and grasped the base of his dick with the other, surprised to find the boy not so resistant even with one leg free. His opinion changed, however, when Finn angled his humanoid-shaped cock towards that young hole, stretching back his foreskin to kiss the head of his member to that tight pucker. He could physically feel the pup tensing up, clenching like a vibe just from the touch against his hole; Finn surmised easily that he was inexperienced, though that was a given.

Gritting his teeth and sucking in a quiet breath, Finn slowly pushed. A little glob of pre-cum helped to ease his penetration, and it slathered along the head of his cock as he dived in, stretching the hole beyond what it was used to. The cub let out a muffled cry from within the mimic's mouth and the chest wiggled in a way that could only be described as delight as the boy squirmed, his once idle leg kicking out against what he thought to be the creature's tentacles, but was instead utter thin air. Finn firmly held the other ankle to save the boy from squirming and providing him with some purchase before he pushed further, rolling his head back and relishing the warm feeling of those tight, young inner walls as his cock stuffed deeper and deeper. He was careful to take his time, to let the boy adjust to each inch-- perverted as he was, the pain was never something he enjoyed-- and it seemed like the black-furred cub managed it, miraculously.

"Fuck..." Finn muttered to himself, loud enough only for him to hear. The deeper his cock plunged, the better it felt, every inch of those young inner walls clamping around his cock, milking his length as he pushed further and further until, finally, his crotch kissed with the cub's behind, and he buried himself completely inside him. Finn was average in length, so for the average person it wouldn't have been difficult to take, but the same couldn't be said for a boy his age. Despite that, the canine's ring clenched and he whimpered amidst the mimic's grip, handling the man's cock surprisingly well.

Finn shifted, adjusting his feet and spreading his legs apart a little as he slowly pulled back, using the boy's ankle as leverage and hoping that the mimic could keep a good handle on the cub as he withdrew, his cock sliding back until he was about halfway out, before he pushed back in again, settling into a slow rhythm. Part of him wanted to go faster, but he didn't want to injure the boy too much...and frankly, he was a little too tight to be rougher with. He could feel how that hole clung to every invading inch of his cock and it made it difficult to push back and forth, even with the pre-cum that readily slickened his length. Despite that, however, he found himself getting close rather quickly; perhaps it was in part due to his own pent-up urges, or maybe it was because he'd never really done much like this before...whatever the reason, however, he was keen to keep going...and soon enough, he could feel himself reaching the point of no return.

He muttered a curse under his breath as he pushed forwards a little more and picked up the pace, the ample pre-cum helping to make his movements ever so slightly easier as the wet sounds of his cock sliding back and forth started to become more audible. A heavy mass inside him tightened and squeezed, causing his whole body to tense and his chest to heave as quick, panting breaths came through his gritted teeth. The boy's hole spasmed on his cock and his young toes curled in response to Finn's quickened thrusts, but the cub was, hopefully, still none the wiser to what was happening, or that there was even someone taking advantage of his predicament. Finn's hand grabbed the boy's other ankle and forced it upwards to spread his cheeks as much as possible as he plunged forwards, relishing the feeling of the entirety of those insides squeezing around his dick; just that alone was enough to bring him to the edge of his climax, and mere moments later, his body shuddered with a warning of his orgasm.

He groaned as quietly as he could, clamping his muzzle shut as he jutted his hips forward just a little before tugging back an inch or so and plunging again, right as the pleasure overtook him. His cock twitched inside the whimpering boy's behind and spurted thick, ample globs of cum into the 10-year-old's behind, painting his inner walls and shooting it deep inside until it started to coat around the sides of Finn's cock, oozing out from the cub's tight hole and dribbling a little down the adult's balls, dampening them ever so slightly. The hybrid held himself there for only a handful of moments before he finally pulled back, both not wanting to hurt the boy even more, and also not wanting to get caught by anyone who might happen upon them, or for the cub to twig that it might not have just been the mimic's doing. He loosened his grip and quickly stepped back, glancing over his shoulder as he reached for his pants, tugging them back up over his thighs. Before him, the boy's legs went limp and sagged out of the mimic's mouth, and he was either tired or completely unconscious...but from the way his legs squirmed a little still, Finn guessed the latter. The mimic writhed with a mixture of delight and anger, both enjoying the cub's squirming and defiantly trying to intimidate the adult adventurer...though his snarling threats fell on deaf ears.

"Alright, let's see here..." Finn spoke a little more audibly just so that the boy could hear him, and upon the sound of his words the cub suddenly around strength, letting out possibly the loudest cry he could manage from within the confines of the creature's gullet. Thankfully, as Finn looked over the predicament, the solution seemed easy-- he unsheathed his sword and jammed it blade-first between the mimic's open jaws, along the side of the pup's body. It found purchase amongst the innard flesh and wood and the creature thrashed, the chest rattling left and right as it rocked on its hinges, letting out something akin to a blood-curdling screech. Finn persevered, however, and with a kick of his paw and a grunt, the chest swung open, red liquid oozing from a sharp stab wound from Finn's sword.

"Take my hand." Finn urged, and as a fuzzy black hand reached out to grab his own, he got a better look at the boy he'd so rudely assaulted mere moments ago; he was most definitely a canine, though it'd be more accurate to call him a wolf, with bright, innocent blue eyes that were moist and twinkling with tears. A little black tuft of fur sat atop his head like some kind of hairstyle and his muzzle was short but wide, with a row of pointy displayed teeth, thanks to his parted muzzle. One swift tug whilst the mimic was stunned was all it took for Finn to wrench the boy free, and as the cub was yanked from its tentacles, the mimic snapped shut and became deathly silent, no doubt nursing its wounds.

"Phew..." Finn panted, both disturbed yet relieved, his sword laying on the ground just in front of the chest with the tip of the blade spotted red. "Glad I got you out of there, kid."

"T-Thanks." Thankfully, it seemed the boy was none the wiser to what Finn had done, and he quickly got over the ordeal with a quick wipe of his face. He still trembled on the spot, but when the pup looked up at him, Finn could recognise the relief on his face. 

"To be this far up on your own...you don't have someone to help you? How'd you make it this far?" Finn asked, bending down and leaning over with just one hand to grab his sword, not wanting to get close to the chest in case it swiped at him. He rubbed the blade between the crease of his elbow and the blood smeared across his clothed arm, before he sheathed it away. The boy squirmed on the spot for a moment, and Finn quickly noticed he wasn't completely lacking the necessary tools to climb this peculiar tower; he had coverings of his own on his arms, and a sword at his side, but his tunic was flimsy and he had no extra armour to speak of...and that wasn't even considering his lack of pants.

"I don't remember," The boy admitted. "I, um...the last thing I remember is looking at this chest, and..."

"Yeah," Finn finished the sentence when the boy trailed off and sighed. "Well...I wouldn't be much of an adult if I let someone your age wander around here alone. Plus, you...don't really have a lot to help you. What's your name?"

"D-Dakka. Thank you, mister." The cub's eyes widened and sparkled with something akin to joy and relief, and Finn surmised that he would have struggled or been crestfallen if he'd been left to ascend on his own.

"There's a safe spot up ahead, from what the others have told me," He explained, pointing down towards the corridor just to the right of the chest they were standing in front of. "C'mon. Let's rest up for a bit."

Dakka nodded fervently and quickly fell in place beside Finn as they headed onwards, getting through the rest of the maze without too much difficulty-- though, ultimately, there actually wasn't that much left to go anyway. Perhaps it was unlucky, but they walked and navigated the remaining path for barely a handful of minutes before they found a set of stairs that allowed them to ascend, and when they reached the next floor above, they were greeted to a small, flat room that had already been outfitted with all the necessary equipment needed for a good night's rest. The middle was home to a bubbling pot of soup that was already being taken care of by another climber, and several empty beds sat around the edges of the room.

Finn's first point of interest was obvious, and he encouraged his new charge, Dakka, to get some food whilst he spoke to some of the others about the floors above-- it wasn't entirely uncommon for a couple of people to not be able to ascend further for a while, or might scout ahead to better aid others...though it was peculiar that the sharing of information was only 'allowed', to a point, in the tower and not outside of it. As he spoke with them, he kept his eye on the wolf and noticed something odd, more so than the glinting cage that he'd seen before-- there were a number of rings right at the base of the boy's tail, perhaps 4 or 5 of them he guessed from a distance. He had no idea what they were for, but given Dakka's peculiar memory loss, it stood to reason that he might not know either.

After what felt like only a handful of minutes, Finn eventually made his way to the middle, same as Dakka, and took what looked to be a bowl of soup made of various vegetables from the hands of a helpful fellow adventurer, and then made his way over to the boy's side.

"Um, how far up are we?" Dakka's first question was pointed, but it was at least important.

"About three quarters I think...according to the others who have scouted ahead. That's why I was so surprised you were up this far. You can't remember a thing at all?" Finn added his question at the end as he replied and watched as the black wolf looked down at his soup, shaking his head.

"Nuh-uh," He squirmed. "I dunno what this thing on my penis is either."

"What about those rings on your tail?" Finn made a vague gesture, taking his wooden spoon to sip the stew; it needed some flavouring, but it wasn't bad.

"Rings? I dunno..." The boy had next to no memories of anything outside the tower, or that much therein for that matter...but there seemed to be no point in talking more about him. Dakka seemed to sense this, and started asking about Finn instead; how he got to the tower, why he was there, and other questions befitting something that came from a child's mouth. Finn had no qualms in answering them, but those answers didn't matter much; he was here for the same reason as any other adult-- power, fame, fortune, or whatever else. In Finn's case, it was to acquire the strength to be a good adventurer.

In the end, the two of them didn't linger that long on the safe floor, for all the talk of the tower was making both of them excited in roughly similar ways; the eager anticipation and speculation about what lay at the top of the tower was doing neither of them any good. After resting for a little while, and making sure Dakka was fine-- which he was, save for his 'sore bum', as he put it-- they began to ascend further. There were only 25 floors left, which sounded like quite a lot, but it was worth noting that 5 of those were 'safe' floors for resting on...they assumed, anyway.

As it turned out, the remaining floors weren't that difficult. As a team, the two of them were surprisingly unstoppable; Dakka had a keen sense of danger and was good at watching the hybrid's back, and Finn had the strength to protect the both of them, most of the time, and the wit to avoid danger that Dakka might otherwise be naive to. That didn't mean the wolf pup didn't know how to fight; despite his lack of memories, he had some clear muscle memory on how to swing, roll, dodge and block, and he was handy with a shield in ways that Finn wasn't. The more that the hybrid saw of the boy, the more he was surprised by him, which only made him wonder more why he was so naive as to get stuck in a mimic in the first place.

They didn't know how long it'd been, but they knew they were getting closer. They rested for reasonable periods of time at each safe spot to regain their strength and have a hearty meal, but they were getting through the trials and tribulations of each floor with relative ease, save for the odd one or two that bore a difficult and dangerous monster that might cleave them in two if they moved the wrong way. By the time they reached the 99th floor, they were all but buzzing with excitement, glad to have made it as far as they did.

The 99th was, however, ultimately confusing at first glance. They stood in a large chamber made of chiselled stone, with a heavy plaque in the middle made of the same material. There was no writing to speak of, but there was a wide and fantastical mural that depicted something both of them struggled to decipher. There were drawn pictures of what looked like bipedal creatures like themselves, gifting some unknown object to a brightly depicted entity in the middle that basked the inhabitant of the mural in drawn sunlight, shown by straight, finely carved lines. On the other side, those same creatures were pressed together awkwardly, and it was hard to tell for what reason. Those same unknown objects were shown once again, and then shown in pieces. Just looking at it made Finn's head hurt, but he was sure it was of some importance. Dakka had absolutely no clue, from what Finn could tell.

"Hmm...what could this mean...?" Finn scanned over the mural and Dakka clearly gave up, turning away from the picture to instead look back around the chamber. Finn noted where he was by the scuff and patter of bare paws on the stone. It felt as though the hybrid was missing some significant piece of information, something that might clue him in to what the mural meant...it seemed to be the key to ascending to the final floor, whatever the case. His eyes scanned over the mural depictions over and over, his mind turning and turning, until...

"I've got it!"

Dakka jumped across the room and turned towards the hybrid, who in turn faced him as well, eyes alight with excitement before he faltered, his face scrunching up. It was clear Dakka didn't know what he was talking about, but that wasn't the problem-- the issue was how to reveal to the pup the secrets of the puzzle without...well, scaring him off. Finn cleared his throat and gestured the boy over, and the cub approached with little to no qualms.

"Dakka..." Finn began awkwardly. "Uh...we haven't known each other for long, but...do you trust me?"

"Um...?" Dakka tilted his head to the side and Finn couldn't help but silently remark to himself that it was kind of cute. Clearly, however, he wasn't quite sure what Finn's train of thought was.

"Well..." The man continued, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. "It seems like in order to get to the next floor, we have to solve the puzzle...I know the answer to the riddle, but it does mean you have to, well...take off your tunic."

"Wha-- why?" Dakka's face flushed in a way that Finn saw as presumably embarrassment, but he also seemed confused. Finn could tell he looked flustered and he did the sensible thing-- he crouched down, getting to the boy's eye level.

"I think it's important to this trial...or puzzle, I guess." Finn tried to explain, but it was hard to really help the boy understand.

"How?" Dakka looked apprehensive, but he was also curious. Finn hummed as he tried his best to think.

"So...I think that the little cage you have, and the thing I have, is meant to amplify what it thinks of us...what the tower thinks of us, anyway," Finn did his best to explain. "I've talked to some others about it...how most boys have a cage like yours, but men like me have a ring around our dicks. So the tower thinks you're not much of a man."

"Hey!" Dakka puffed out his chest and Finn held up his hands in surrender.

"But to be more of a man, once has to learn to make sacrifices, compromises..." He continued, gesturing to the mural. "The joining of two men is a means of sacrifice or something, right? I think the mural is saying we should mate, you know...to prove you're a man."

"Um..." Dakka looked like he was thinking about it, and Finn was worried that he might be too unsure-- the hybrid man wasn't exactly lying with his words; he did truly believe it was the key to solving the puzzle...but a part of him just wanted to have sex too. He watched as the black-furred pup eventually squirmed on the spot as his hands fidgeted around his stomach area.

"Mm...okay. I think it makes sense. I'll do it." Dakka agreed, and Finn nodded fervently, his loins tingling from the mere anticipation. The 10-year-old hesitated, pulling at the hem of his slightly oversized garment, before he reached around to a crude rope around his waist, that kept the tunic closer to his boyish stomach. He loosened it with ease and wrestled the rope loose, and it sagged immediately before dropping to the floor along with his sword and scabbard. It was at that moment that Finn recognised just how oversized that tunic was; it must have been several sizes too big...and now that he looked closer, the boy's bandaged wraps on his wrists and ankles looked a little loose too, but the cub seemed used to it, almost...Finn hadn't thought the pry, but it was admittedly suspicious. He had no real explanation though.

With all hindrances put to the side, Dakka wordlessly pulled the tunic over his head, staring from the hem and yanking it over as it turned inside-out, revealing a lithe, closer to malnourished stomach, flat boyish hips that bore no real trace of puberty, tiny pink nipples barely visible amongst the shaggy, slightly dirty fur and that glint of gold metal locked around what little manhood he had.

Shortly thereafter, Dakka's head reappeared from his tunic and he dropped it carefully on top of his belt, leaving it to the side. His hands dropped to his sides and it became clear he wasn't exactly against being naked, or at least wasn't as embarrassed as Finn thought he might be, but the cub still didn't meet his gaze when Finn looked him in the eye-- he seemed embarrassed to have the cage on in the first place, as if it were a sign of his failure.

"Is this good?" Dakka asked with a mixture of tentativeness and unease, and Finn's gaze snapped up to him before back down to the cub's crotch. The hybrid wordlessly reached out and nudged his fingers against the pup's little cage, bouncing it up and down-- it was on tight. His hands delved lower to touch with the little nut sack, and he felt Dakka tense, sucking in a breath.

"Relax," Finn insisted. "I'm just touching, okay?"

"I know, but..." Dakka trailed off, unsure what to say as those digits fondled his little nuts. "You're not going to make my bum hurt, are you?"

"I'll be gentle, Dakka. What kind of person would I be if I didn't?" Finn quipped, his heart skipping a beat and his loins burning with a fierce desire. At his words, the boy squirmed on the spot, but he didn't pull himself out of the man's touch.

"It's okay," Finn soothed. "Just trust me, alright?"

Dakka hesitated, but he nodded, giving in. Finn couldn't help but feel some sense of triumph in being able to convince him, and he was truthful about being gentle, wanting to make up for what happened before. With the boy more willing, Finn curled his avian-like hand away from Dakka's crotch and instead brought it up to his shoulder, giving him a light push to coax him down onto his knees. The wolf pup obliged but he was clearly a little apprehensive as his knees touched the floor. A light coaxing from the older male got Dakka to lean backwards, scooping his legs out from under him so that his ass met the floor, and the 10-year-old watched with wide eyes as the man leant back and started to undress.

First came some of his armour, namely the heavy vambraces worm around his upper arms that covered a long glove on either hand-- they thunked to the floor as the buckles were loosened, and Finn sighed with relief as he peeled the gloves off to reveal the scaled avian arms beneath, showing just how much of a mix of bird and dog he truly was. Next came the chest armour, or lack thereof-- a leather jerking is all that covered his body and he removed it with relative ease, pulling it over his head where it all came off in one fell swoop, followed by the heavy chain mail and the tunic beneath, revealing an athletic body that was neither too muscular nor too slimly built, befitting that of an adventurer of his status. His kneepads came second the last and, finally, his pants began to lower. Was it perhaps a little crass to get completely naked in a tower designed for monsters and combat? A little, but it was also strangely thrilling at the same time.

Dakka's eyes trailed from Finn's face down to his chest as he undressed and, eventually, to his crotch. It was his first time seeing it, though it wasn't necessarily his first time experiencing it-- not that he was to know any better, of course. The man's cock was mostly humanoid in shape, with an ample foreskin that pulled back over the stiff head to reveal some of the pink beneath. It was roughly around average in length, though neither of them had any significant frame of reference, and beneath it sat a couple of white fuzzy balls, that jiggled and swung with each subtle movement-- and, in addition, a thick golden ring sat the base, stifling the blood flow enough to keep him nice and hard when needed, much to Finn's chagrin. Dakka wordlessly stared and said nothing as Finn squirmed his way out of his pants completely, kicking them from his legs and struggling a little to do so until he was left in nothing but a pair of bandaged ankles. He crawled across to the boy on all fours, his clothes lying in messy heaps around the stone floor, and Dakka's first instinct was to shuffle back. He paused after a moment, however, and tensed as the adult hybrid drew closer.

"Just relax..." Finn soothed him with a gentle tone as his hands reached out, one pushing the cub's leg to the side and the other pressing to his chest and coaxing the boy to lay down completely. Dakka's black-furred back inevitably met with the cold stone and he shivered briefly before trying his best to relax his body. That was going to prove to be difficult, however, for Finn wasted no time in grabbing the boy's legs and raising them, spreading them apart as he went to get access to what lay between the 10-year-old's legs. Finn held one of the boy's ankles with his free hand as the other delved and snaked past the jingling cage and down past his taint to his behind. He didn't feel much wetness there, though it wasn't necessarily what he was looking for; instead, he gauged the cub's tenderness by prodding and probing at his behind. Dakka clenched with each cursory exploration, but he wasn't entirely unwilling...and Finn found him decidedly tight, despite what had happened before.

"How does that feel?" Finn asked carefully, gauging the boy's expression.

"Not bad, not good..." Dakka admitted. With a grin, the hybrid brought his digits to his lips and slathered them in spit, mostly his index and middle finger, before he brought them back towards the boy's behind. Dakka's legs remained hanging in the air, one sagging more so than the other, but he immediately shot his available leg down and curled his toes as Finn's fingers probed his ass again, this time warm and wet. He pushed forwards without much warning, but he was gentle about it, his digits sinking in barely half an inch before he paused to allow the boy to adjust. 

"Take a deep breath and exhale..." Finn gently insisted. Dakka's chest heaved with the feeling of being filled and he scrunched up his face, but Finn only gave him so much time to adjust before he plunged a little deeper, sinking himself further and further and pausing only to give the boy a few moments to rest, until eventually, his knuckles touched with the cub's hole. Dakka did his best to exhale and he seemed to relax a little more, but he still tensed as those fingers slid deeper, trying to adjust.

"There we go...see? That wasn't so bad." Finn soothed, and Dakka let out something akin to a whimper, his body shuddering slightly both from the discomfort of those digits in his hole, and from the strange tickle of pleasure, he felt as the man's fingers flexed and rubbed against something sensitive inside him. Finn kept them there for a little whilst so that the boy could get used to it, teasingly curling his fingers to probe what he knew lay within there. When he did eventually pull back, he wasted no time in replacing those digits with his body instead, using one hand to tuck under the cub's ass and lift him up whilst the other continued to hold his leg, making sure he was nice and spread.

"I'm going in now, okay?" Finn warned him, licking his lips as he pushed forwards, the head of his cock clumsily slipping in between his cheeks, unable to find true purchase-- he was forced to withdraw his hand from Dakka's leg just to grab the base of his cock, angling it with more assurance until the head of his cock met with that hole once more, managing to spread the ring to accept him. Dakka let out a gasp and arched his back against the hybrid's hand as the cock slid past his inner ring and deep into his behind, and Finn gave him no chance to adjust to it this time around; he merely sunk all the way in, without stopping, until his crotch touched with the boy's body-- or rather, the golden ring around the base of his cock touching his behind, cool metal to warm fur-- the entirety of his member buried snugly inside.

Finn couldn't help but groan and angle his body back, enjoying the sensation of those spasming inner walls that he'd already experienced once before...but there was something wholly different about it this time, something achingly sweet that he figured was to do with the boy's willingness to be fucked so tenderly. He let himself fully enjoy the delight of being inside the 10-year-old for just a moment, before pulling back, sliding himself out roughly halfway and then leaning forwards again. He shuddered, grunting under his breath as he leant forwards, and he felt Dakka's heels instinctively hook around his body to steady himself, allowing the hybrid's free hand to prop himself up as he towered over the cub. Dakka looked up into his eyes, moist with a mixture of pained, pleasured tears, and Finn found himself unable to look into him-- he instead hung his head and closed his eyes, groaning as he pushed back in, meeting the boy's ass with a light slap.

"You're doing good, Dakka," Finn grunted, dipping his head down and nuzzling his nose against the cub's cheek. "How does it feel? You need to air out your feelings."

"It feels..." Dakka squeaked beneath him, his noises a mixture of moans and pained whimpers. "It hurts, but I feel tingly. I think I'm gonna pee..."

"Just let it happen." The hybrid murmured with a husky tone as he set into a steady rhythm, slow at first but quickly gaining speed, spurred on by the boy's potential orgasm. It was a good thing that no one came up to the floor they were on at the time they were having sex, for their sounds of coital bliss was audible enough to bounce off every wall, echoing their groans back at them. Dakka let out a gasp after a few moments followed by a tender moan, and his insides flexed and spasmed in a way that milked Finn's cock sweetly, to the point where the man thought he'd bust there and then; somehow he managed to hold on, and he looked down between them to see the boy's caged cock twitching up and down, little strands of substance shooting from the tiny hole in the front and trickling onto his stomach.

"Good boy." Finn sighed. "You're doing great, just keep relaxed..."

The sounds of their sex grew wetter over time the more the Finn's pre-cum helped to lube the already spit-covered hole, and his eagerness to fuck and thrust only turned him on more with each passing second. He was convinced he wouldn't last long, and Dakka seemed to know the same too-- it was a shame his little cock was stuck in that small cage, or he might have been hard himself; at least, Finn hoped so.

"Oh fuck..." He murmured. "I'm gonna cum already..."

"You're going to...what...?" Dakka didn't seem to entirely understand, but as Finn picked up the pace, he was sure he'd soon find out. The hybrid thrust harder and harder, his huffs of passion becoming more and more fervent until, eventually, he felt himself reach a peak. He sighed, closing his eyes as he plunged deep, sucking in a sharp exhale as Dakka winced and arched his back, gasping out in turn. Ecstasy and bliss escaped the hybrid boy as his cock twitched inside such a young, milking hole, and after a few moments, he climaxed, shooting thick and ample ropes of cum into the boy's behind. His breath escaped his lungs in a heavy and sharp exhale, followed by a quaking groan and a trembling arm as he pumped spurt after spurt into the boy, whose toes curled and his body tensed, taking it all as best he could.

After a few moments of Finn enjoying such delectable bliss, he slowly leaned back, withdrawing himself fully from the cub's behind, though he did hesitate for just a moment when the edge of his glans tugged and pulled on the boy's ring, where Dakka clenched the most. He eventually tugged out with a groan and closed his eyes, his cock twitching half-limp from such a pleasurable nut...but he also knew the ring around his cock would keep him hard for a little longer...or so he thought. When he pulled back, however, he heard a tinkling against the stone beneath him, and looked down to locate the source.

There, between his cock and the boy's cum-stained, stretched hole, were the broken remnants of the cock ring that had entrapped him from the very first floor of the tower.

"What..." Confusion crossed the man's features, followed by surprise as he picked up the remnants between his fingers whilst Dakka laid there, exhausted. Most of it looked completely destroyed and had no real use, but one specific piece of the gold ring, which looked to be the largest, was odd-- it had broken in a very specific way, to the point where a thinner part of the ring stuck out from the end. He held it up to eye level and his eyes widened when he realised it looked exactly like a depiction on the mural to his right.

Finn twisted it in his hand before looking over-- sure enough, it was identical, down to the weird groove that stuck out one end. He didn't know what it was meant for at first, but it became clear when he looked over the mural again from a distance and saw that the strange piece connected to some other tool...it kind of looked like a beetle, maybe even something else. He twisted the tool in his hand left and right to better understand it before it dawned on him: the part of the cock ring was, in fact, a key. But where was the lock? His gaze raked across the room to find some sort of indent in the wall before they fell upon the quiet, panting canine beneath him, his hole stretched and his chest heaving up and down with exhaustion. His gaze travelled lower and set upon that little glinting cage.

Dakka tensed when he felt his private parts being jingled with, and quickly snapped his head up to look down the length of his boyish body to see Finn tucking his fingers beneath the cage hiding his cock away, fiddling around with the metal covering his dick. Dakka wanted to argue that it was impossible, that he'd tried in the time they were ascending the tower, but he instead watched wordlessly as Finn brought the larger part of his broken cock ring towards the underside of the cage. Though Dakka couldn't see, Finn got a particularly good look at a small hole that seemed the perfect fit for this new tool. 

"What are you doing?" Dakka asked, not out of fear but curiosity, and Finn paused for a moment to explain his reasoning.

"It looks like the mural thinks your little cage and this piece of my ring are important," He glanced at the mural again, squinting to see it better from a distance. "If I'm reading this right...it seems like I can either unlock your cage, or...use it for someone else? I feel like this is the final trial for a man, like this key unlocks something else...but I think it's better if I take this thing off."

"Okay..." Dakka agreed. Finn pushed the 'key' into the 'lock' and watched with wide eyes as the thing came apart completely, unravelling from the bottom and completely disintegrating into time little pieces, falling from around Dakka's little cock and trickling down their inner thighs. The pup stared in disbelief, stunned by what just happened, but his body sang a symphony of delight-- his tiny cock sprung to an immediate half-mast and twitched up and down, glad to be free.

"That must be relieving, right?" Finn asked. "Sure feels better without that thing round my dick."

"It feels so good..." Dakka admitted, rolling his head back and sighing directly upwards to the ceiling above. He tensed, however, when Finn curiously reached out to touch his little foreskinned dick, pulling on the loose end of it. It was such a simple motion, but Dakka found himself bucking into the man's hand, gasping and crying out for release.

"It's coming again!" Dakka groaned, and sure enough, he spurted moments later, a messy little array of off-white fluid leaking from the end of his foreskin, barely a handful of dribbles, that oozed down his dick and by extension onto Finn's explorative fingers. The man stroked up a couple of times just to tease the boy a little before tugging the foreskin down to try and expose the head; however, it didn't stretch beyond just a little bit, presumably because he was too young. Finn eventually pulled his hand back, bringing it to his lips to lick it off his digits; it tasted about as much as he expected, but it was nice.

"It came off so easy..." Dakka asked, sitting upright a little more and sheepishly scooting closer, examining not only himself but also Finn's loins, where the cock ring had broken off into pieces.

"Yeah..." The hybrid grinned, and he could see that Dakka had some newfound sense of trust in him. Finn couldn't help reaching out just to ruffle the boy's head a little before casting his gaze to the mural.

"So that's how it works...but why?" Finn murmured, confused by why he was even meant to unlock the cage at all...or why he had the key, for that matter. Why did it only fall apart now instead of before, when he'd fucked the young cub in the mimic's chest? Was it to do with the floor they were on, the consensual nature of their sex, or something else? There were so many questions, but no one, not even the tower, had any answers. All he knew was that the boy was free.

A sudden rumbling made the hybrid sit upright and he looked around, his eyes wide with confusion. The sound seemed to come from all around him, but he couldn't immediately see the cause. After a moment, however, a sudden light emanated from behind the mural, illuminating the far end of the chamber and almost blinding him with its radiance. It coalesced into a fine beam that remained statically behind the stone wall, as if beckoning them closer. Slowly Finn rose and Dakka with him, the boy wobbling on his legs from being so passionately fucked to the point of exhaustion. The two of them made their way over in the nude to observe what lay in store for them-- behind the mural was a little raised platform, brimming with light, urging them to stand on it...though for what reason Finn wasn't certain. His best guess was that it might lead to the floor above.

"Dakka. Get dressed and let's go." Finn urged, quickly making his way over to his clothes to get dressed, finding it difficult to contain his excitement. Dakka obliged him almost instantly, but he couldn't help but take a moment to lean into Finn a minute, causing the hybrid to halt. 

"Thanks...for um, you know," Dakka smiled, pressing his shoulder to Finn's naked size, aware he was close to dick height. The hybrid ruffled the boy's hair again before noticing the pieces of gold laying on the ground out the corner of his eye, quivering and rattling amongst each other, drawing every closer to their original parts. Dakka didn't seem to notice and went to acquire his clothes, passing the broken shards and bending down to scoop up his tunic and rope.

Finn watched, his gaze raking over the cub's behind oozing with cum, before looking down to those little gold pieces. They had started floating and rising up, spinning around one another before they zipped across the chamber towards Dakka, father than Finn could blink. He wanted to call out and warn the boy, but instead clamped his mouth shut as the gold slipped over Dakka's tail and settled in against the several other things at the base of the boy's tail. They shined and clicked together for barely a second before settling into a perfect ring, joining the others as if it were always there; Dakka hadn't even noticed. Finn elected not to say anything, but the sight troubled him.

With the two fully dressed, Finn adjusted his belt and lead the two of them onwards towards the shining light, with Dakka following swiftly behind. Though the tower might be the end of their adventure, it didn't mean it had to be the last...and Finn had a feeling he'd be sticking with Dakka for quite some time.