Chopper's heart pounded in his chest. His lungs burned. His body begged for rest. Yet, all he could do was fun. The cat/mouse hybrid ducked and dived, weaving between trees and clambering over large roots as he sprinted his way through the forest. He knew the beast was still chasing him, slowing catching up on him, and he had no choice but to keep running. The 10-year-old could do nothing but focus on the path in front of him, or lack there-of, with no real destination in sight. Stupidly, he thought to look back, just to see how far he was in front of the creature, but that turned out to be a mistake. As soon as he'd pulled his eyes away from where he was going, he became disoriented. When he turned his attention back, he was greeted to a thick log blocking his path, and it took all his strength and dexterity and avoid tripping over it. He clambered over, wheezing and gasping for air, before he started to run again. His lack of direction became obvious when he found himself up against a sheer rock face, too high for him to climb. He frantically looked left and right and quickly realised that it stretched on further than his eyes could see. He couldn't turn around, nor could be press forward; he was stuck. As he looked around, his eyes focused on and spotted a dip in the rock wall, hidden amongst branches and leaves. He quickly made his way along the rock face towards it and breathed a sigh of relief when he realised it was a cave entrance, and yet...the entrance was small and tiny-- it looked as if it had caved in somewhat at the front, and there was no chance he was going to be able to move the rocks. He knew he'd struggle to squeeze through, but the blue mouse/cat cub was determined. It was either that, or risk being caught by the creature, who in that moment was still chasing him. He didn't have time to think. Swallowing his nerves, Chopper leant forwards and fit his arms through the tiny gap, no wider than the width of his shoulders, if he had to guess. He lowered his head and resisted the urge to whimper as he squeezed his head through, met with darkness on the other side. He was sure that there'd be light once he fit his entire body through, and he as squirmed forwards he realised he'd have to lift his legs off the ground in order to fit through. He did just that, but something at the entrance gave way when he put more weight on it. There was a shift, and Chopper suppressed a cry of panic. He heard the clunking shift of rock, before it stopped. His legs dangled only a couple of inches from the ground, his feet unable to meet with grass and dirt, and as he squirmed and tried to move forwards, he realised he was stuck. He planted his hands for leverage and pushed backwards and was met with similar resistance. Panic swelled within him, but he barely had time to process it. A mass touched with his leg, gentle at first, before it applied pressure and scraped up his leg. It was sharp and near-piercing, yet it didn't prick his flesh-- it was like it was taunting him. Chopper knew what it was as he tensed immediately, his body freezing up at the claw trailed up to his hip. Chopper felt a sharp tug at his hip and the warmth that once covered his behind suddenly became cool. The boy quickly realised that the creature had cut off his only article of clothing, his loincloth, thereby exposing his behind. As soon as the realisation hit the cub, he felt a firm mass press to one his cheeks, spreading it to the side. Mere moments later, something squirmed between his cheeks and he tensed, sucking in a breath and stifling a gasp. Whatever wedged between his young cheeks was wet, sticky and delightfully warm. It didn't push into his ring or attempt to penetrate him and instead squirmed around, sliding up and down and tasting every inch of what lay between his cheeks. Those pleasurable licks stirred Chopper on a carnal level and though he was a little too young to completely understand it, the tingling that spread across his body felt familiar, yet not in the way he was experience it now; he attributed it to just contentedness and pleasure more than anything else, but that seemed odd given the situation. Regardless, that strange feeling was more than enough to stir his loins and he found himself quickly and rapidly hardening under the creature's assault, his quiet gasps turning into gentle, soft squeaks and eventually quiet groans. Chopper didn't want to admit how good it felt, and part of him was scared for what was to come later, but he couldn't deny that the warm feeling, which he now attributed to a tongue, was enough to send sparks of pleasure up his spine, making him stretch his legs out and curl his toes. His little cock, humanoid and small, eagerly twitched between his legs and hung at a diagonal angle, occasionally bobbing with each surge of blood that pumped to his loins. His cock stiffened and throbbed over and over as that tongue slathered from top to bottom and back again, probing and pushing firmly entrance his asshole yet never sinking deeper. The mass on his ass, presumably a paw, occasionally curled and squeezed, as if groping and feeling him up. Chopper had never really been so mercilessly rimmed before, at least not in this position, and not by a creature that, moments ago, he had been running away from. He reached his hands up to cover his mouth as his cheeks grew flushed, his moans heavier. His stomach twisted and did flips as his pleasure grew, and he knew what was something-- that familiar sensation that formed in his loins was indication enough of how much that rimming was bringing him closer and closer to release. A shudder rolled through the hybrid's body as his moans reached a peak, muffled through his clutching hands, and his cock fervently throbbed. He climaxed hard, his ring twitching and clenching as his cock swung up and down, spurting little strings of cum across the rocks and grass beneath him. A growl escaped from the creature behind him, that Chopper could hear despite the rocks blocking out most of the sound, and that tongue roamed the 10-year-old's ass a little longer until the boy's orgasm began to fade. Eventually, however, it pulled back, and Chopper breathed a sigh, his eyes teary from excruciating pleasure and his body weak from his climax. Suddenly, he felt a front paw curl around his ankle and tug. Where Chopper failed the beast succeeded, and he was roughly dragged from the tiny entrance to the cave as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Chopper landed on a heap on his front before a paw curled around his stomach and flipped him over onto his back. There, he was greeted to the blinding light of the sun above filtering through the trees, combined with a glimmering, shining blue fur, greyed slightly to give it a duller, less vibrant look. A pair of piercing green eyes stared down at him, their sclera black, and Chopper breathed a sigh, briefly shielding his eyes. "You were slow, kitten," A rumbling, authoritative voice came from the beast as it lowered its head, its feline muzzle brushing and grazing across the hybrid's cheek and up to one of his ears. Chopper grumbled quietly under his breath. "I know...I'll do better, father." The hybrid averted his gaze and the feline leant his head up to stare down at him. "It is not simply to appease me, Chop," The feline pointed out, lidding his gaze slightly as his muzzle moved to speak. "It is for your safety to. Should the tribes come to learn of your existence..." He trailed off and Chopper hesitated for a moment, staring up at him. After a moment, he raised a hand and brushed his fingers along the feline's jawline, and towards his chest. His fingers sunk into fluff and met with flesh, his gaze absent, and the beast examined him for a moment before lowering his head, playfully nipping along his neck. Chopper began to giggle, snapping back to reality and curling his hand and arm around that large, feral neck. His father purred against the cub's anthro body and trailed down, licking across his chest and down to his stomach. Chopper's little chuckles shifted into slow, tender breath as the feline moved further and further down, until his muzzle hovered inches from the boy's crotch. Their eyes met, and the feline deliberately licked his lips, almost teasing the boy. "We shall rest for a moment," He began, lifting his head only slightly. "And then we shall try again. Next time, try not to get caught...though I certainly enjoy taking advantage of you when I do." The feline pushed his head down, muzzle pressing to Chopper's loins, and the blue-furred hybrid sat up a little in an effort to squirm from beneath him, giggling childishly as he did so. His father accounted for it, however, and pressed a front paw down to his chest, forcing him back down. The boy's playful laughs quickly lapsed into gentle, aching moans intended only for the two of them. They'd continue like that for some time before they'd eventually fall asleep in the heat of the sun above, resting up so they may train again in a few hours time.