Story by Custos
(Original posting 01 August 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Cerilus commission: Lords of the Milk

The forests are vast and cover the entire mountainous landscape. It’s a beautiful day in the nature reserve and the only sounds aside from the wind and the birds singing is the laughing of three men. Hiking up the trail are three topless males; a bear, a wolf, and a mountain lion. They’re clearly good friends, as they’re jovially telling each other stories and laughing at each other’s jokes, a light sheen of sweat visible on their fur as they trek through the heat. They’re packed very lightly, with lightweight backpacks on their backs. They only packed the most basic equipment for fishing and hunting, intending on completely relying on nature to provide for them. Which has been working out just fine so far.

They’ve had a great couple of days, and the physical exercise coupled with the hot sun shining above has accentuated their physiques handsomely. When they encounter a narrow waist-deep creek, they don’t hesitate to pull off all their clothes and splash around in the water like teenagers. There is no shame, they’re all men here.

Benjamin, the grizzly bear, is a tall and sturdy male with a round but firm belly and large muscular arms. A black wet nose and a smile that makes all the ladies swoon, with a cute crooked tooth sticking up defiantly from his bottom lip. A stubby round tail decorates his plump yet firm muscular buttocks, and a fat humanoid penis sways from side to side above an impressive set of hefty balls. The claws on his paws are long and look threatening, though, his friends know the gentle giant wouldn’t harm a fly.

Kobi is a grey wolf with a thick mane that makes him pant with heat during the warm summer days, his crystal blue eyes and dashing scoundrelly smile the subject of many women in his social circles. His body type is lean but muscular, with a broader chest and powerful digitigrade legs and paws. A long fluffy bushy tail sprouts from his spine at the top of his buttocks, currently being soaked in the river. A fat sheath rests between his thighs, looking heavy and full, and so thick one could presumably store a can of beer inside. Which to the delightful entertainment of his friends he has proven before during drunken bets.

Finally, Clayton is a sand-coloured mountain lion with the typical black eye markings, fluffy ears, and a very lean body that hides well how agile and nimble he is. His digitigrade paws could run circles around his friends in open spaces, and he can dart up trees faster than they can blink. He’s easily the most mischievous of the three, always up to trouble as he loves to prank his friends and strangers alike. And yet, he often gets away with it because he can make the cutest and most sincere of face. His humanoid penis seems in a permanent state of semi-erection, with a nice set of white furry balls underneath. Always jokingly teasing and getting teased by his friends in the showers of the gym and their sport clubs. A long slender tail with the black tip finishes the picture.

The three of them are horsing around, with Clayton climbing on top of Benjamin’s back and throwing clumps of aquatic river plants at Kobi. The grizzly bear is not unaccustomed to feeling his friend’s semi-erection pressing into the back of his neck, for Clayton often climbs on top of him in the showers too, but he’s not really amused. As Kobi is taunting the puma and dancing around to dodge the clumps of plants, Benjamin suddenly grabs Clayton by the scruff of his neck and locks him in a chokehold: “You think you’re really funny, eh? Always poking me with that pencil dick of yours. Have a taste of your own medicine.”

Kobi thrashes around in the creek crying with laughter as Clayton’s face is shoved into Benjamin’s crotch, the hair on the mountain lion’s tail standing on end as he violently tries to escape and push away: “Bejamin, you fucking homo! Get that dick outta my face!”

The grizzly bear and grey wolf cry with laughter as finally Clayton pushes himself away from Benjamin’s dick and falls backwards into the water, emerging sitting up completely covered with aquatic weeds. The puma isn’t a sourpuss and starts laughing along with his friends, his hand already reaching for the bear’s extended arm to be pulled up when his sand-coloured eyes suddenly wander over to the edge of the creek. Right there, in the brush, two small eyes look directly at him. Eyes betraying sentience, not those of a wild animal.

Kobi and Benjamin follow their friend’s gaze and are equally astonished to see a small child squatting down in the weeds next to the small river. They’re equally speechless. The boy is naked and clearly filthy with dirt and twigs in his fur, a little bison of about eight years old. The nubs on his head aren’t more than that, little stumps. When the cub notices he’s discovered, he gains a frightful look in his eyes, seemingly about to run off. Appearing the less threatening of the three of them, Clayton steps forward and calls over to the child: “Hey, little boy? It’s alright, we’re not gonna hurt you. Are you lost? Do you need help?”

Despite his friendly tone and genuine concern, Clayton can’t prevent the little naked forest child to run back into the brush. The puma looks at his friends with a stumped expression: “You guys saw that, right? That wasn’t just a feral animal, right?”
Benjamin and Kobi shake their heads to confirm the mountain lion didn’t imagine the event. The grizzly bear slowly wades back to their clothes on the shore: “Nah, man. That was an actual cub. We should try and find him. No telling what could happen if we don’t.”

The two others nod in agreement, the threesome quickly pulling on their shorts and shoes again before heading into the direction the bison child disappeared into. They aren’t without the necessary skills to survive in the wild, which includes tracking, and they easily find the little boy’s hoof prints. After an hour or so of carefully following the trail, the sun already setting in the sky, the three men suddenly find another astonishing sight.

A primitive camp made from debris, sticks, and leaves sprouts up in an open clearing between the trees. A cosy shelter consisting of multiple smaller improvised tents, with about a dozen kids ranging from five to ten years old sitting or walking around. They are all naked, boys and girls, and they look positively bewildered and malnourished. Not only that, but some of the older boys are sitting on logs with other kids between their legs, the little ones hungrily and desperately sucking away at the little boners, presumably to draw forth some ‘milk’. But the boys are simply not old enough to produce anything, and while it looks like it feels pleasurable to them, they have to disappoint the smaller cubs in terms of nourishment.

The bison boy they saw before emerges from a little tent, holding some moss he seems to be sucking for flavour and moisture. He stops to talk to another boy, a fox who is currently trying to nurse one of the youngest cubs, and they speak a weird foreign language. Benjamin, Kobi, and Clayton recognise the language immediately as French, but none of them speak it save for a few words. The three huddle behind the bushes and speak among each other in hushed tone: “Man, the fuck? They were sucking on each other for milk, they’re that hungry!”
- “Dude, remember the news? Those flyers at the entrance of the park? They’re probably those French-Canadian kids who went missing after that little airplane went down!”
“What do we do now? We have to call for help, but they might run off if they see us.”

Kobi has already taken the satellite telephone out of his backpack, looking at the others: “Rescue is gonna take at least ‘till morning, they don’t go out in the dark. And those kids look positively starving. Can we hunt down some food for them?”
- “Not enough. Plus, I don’t want to leave them alone. They might run off again.”
“Not showing ourselves would be safest, but they look really hungry. We have some power bars, but not enough for all of them. But it would be something, at least!”

The three are so busy discussing that they don’t notice the kids surrounding them until their improvised spears are pointing at them dangerously. The oldest boys and girls are wielding the self-made weapons with determined expressions on their dirty faces, one of them calling out something to the threesome in French: “Lâche tes affaires! De suite!”

The three grown men could easily overpower the kids, but they don’t want to harm them or get harmed in turn. They raise their hands slowly, Clayton putting on his friendliest voice as he speaks back:”Hey, little guys. English? Français? Anglais?”
The older fox boy around ten years old steps forward cautiously, his sheath small and his pink canine penis now fully hidden in contrast to earlier when he attempted to nurse a much younger cub: “Pas d’anglais. Lâche tes affaires! Maintenant!”

Interpreting the body language and gestures the fox boy makes with his spear, Kobi slowly lays down the satellite phone on the forest ground: “We mean you no harm. Good guys! Call for help! 911?”
When the cubs see the telephone, their wariness immediately lessens and they lower their spears: “Un phone! Peux-tu appeler à l’aide? S’il vous plaît?”
Seeing tensions dissolve, Kobi carefully picks up the phone again and nods a little exaggeratedly: “Yes! Phone! We’ll call for help, okay?”

There is no more resistance and the three men are guided back into the shelter with the dozen or so young cubs, all of whom now look very curious and pleased with their visitors. Kobi calls the emergency services on the satellite phone and rather than explain to them the landmarks he gives them detailed coordinates provided by the phone itself. Meanwhile, Benjamin and Clayton are beset upon by many naked hungry children as they devour the power bars offered to them. Rather than fight each other, the older children only take a little and give more to the youngest in a noble attempt to care for them. It seems they had to grow up fast in very little time.

It doesn’t take long as even Kobi hasn’t finished the emergency phone call, when little hands suddenly reach for the grizzly bear and the puma’s belt buckles. Before the men are well and well aware, their penises are suddenly drawn out from their pants and enveloped by hungrily suckling muzzles desperately seeking nourishment. Clayton freezes in place, trying to push off the cub after a moment’s hesitation: “No! No! Kid, that’s not… Oh, god…”
The ten-year-old fox boy looks a little angry at the mountain lion, stomping the butt of his spear into the soft forest moss: “Donne-le-lui! Lait d’un père! Lait d’un homme!”
Clayton raises his hands disarmingly, gritting his teeth as he tries to resist the pleasurable sensation of such a hungry little mouth sucking him off like a vacuum cleaner: “F-fuck! Benjamin! Tell him that—“

Clayton’s mouth drops open in shock as he sees his grizzly bear friend not only not resist the attempts of the five-year-old bear girl to suckle from him, but he’s actively pawing his fat shaft to milk more delicious droplets of clear nutritious precum between her hungrily suckling lips: “Benjamin! What the fuck, man!”
Benjamin huffs as he masturbates himself gently, massaging his thick cock as his precum pearls copiously into the little bear cub’s mouth: “Ngh. Clayton. Relax, man. Male nursing is —ah— one of the most natural ways for fathers to feed their cubs. Pick up any modern parenting book and you’ll read as much. Huff.”

The mountain lion is still stricken with shock, barely noticing the hungry boy in his own lap starting to mewl contentedly as his own flow of precum is jumpstarted by the sight of his bear friend nursing a little bear girl so willingly: “W-what would you girlfriend say?!”
Benjamin gently guides the little five-year-old’s lips back and forth over the juicy spongy head of his humanoid cock, ensuring maximum stimulation for himself and optimal flow of male ‘milk’ for her: “She would think it noble to provide for hungry cubs, especially in such dire need as they are. I’ve nursed my nephews when I babysat them, Clayton. My sister specifically asked and approved. They’re healthy boys and love their uncle all the more, man. Now pull that stick out of your ass and provide for these poor cubs, alright?”

The little girl seems to have had enough for the moment and toddles away to be replaced with another. The grizzly bear stands up and discards the remainder of his clothes, sitting back down and offering the hungry cubs unfettered access to his thick manly penis. Benjamin has to pace himself carefully, having to stay stimulated enough to provide a steady stream of precum but not tip himself over the edge and cum too soon, ending what he’s able to give for at least an hour or so.

Clayton turns his head toward Kobi, but finds that his wolf friend has finished the phone call and is sitting equally fully nude on the log next to him. A mouse girl is eagerly sucking from his emerging feral-shaped canine penis, the pointy tip making for the ideal shape for her to latch on to. The wolf grits his teeth a little as he can feel the cub’s inexperience with an adult penis, yet allows her to continue with some guidance. He leans into Clayton and lays his arm around the puma’s shoulders in a brotherly gesture: “Clayton, man. I understand your hesitation. It’s unorthodox. But desperate times call for desperate measures. We’ll have to spend the night before they can come over and evacuate us. This may be the fullest meal these kids get to eat in months before then. Do it for them. We’re here to help you, buddy.”

Frustrated with the lack of flow, the cub between Clayton’s legs moves over to Benjamin whom’s current cub is just pulling off with a satisfied smile. By the time all of them are nursed, the first ones will need to go again. They’re so malnourished their little bodies are craving nourishment in any form it may present itself!

The mountain lion feels a little guilty now that the cub he was nursing ran away to his friend, but when the cute little bison boy from earlier scoots between his legs, the lean male tries to reassure the child with a smile: “Sorry, buddy. I’ll try to do better with you. Alright?”
The boy clearly doesn’t understand what Clayton is saying, but he takes hold of the puma’s erect penis and gives it an encouraging few strokes: “Merci pour ton lait, monsieur. Merci.”

Clayton moans out a little as the bison boy instinctively seems to sense his apprehension, gently placing the puma’s spongy humanoid helmet inside the warm moistness of his mouth and starting with a slow sucking rhythm. His small lips enclose behind the rim of Clayton’s crown and his cute eyes look up meekly at the adult feline male with a begging glint. The poor boy is desperate for a good meal, yet still sympathetic enough to take it slow for the adult’s sake.

Leaning back against the tree behind them, Clayton places a warm hand upon the bison boy’s head, gently playing with the curly hair and exploring the nubs of horns as another brotherly arm joins Kobi’s behind the puma’s back. The grizzly bear and the grey wolf are smiling at Clayton’s surrender, inwardly smirking that the most mischievous of the three of them would have such hang-ups on feeding little kids in need this way. None of them are gay, but their sexual gratification comes second to the main goal, which is nursing the little ones. Boy or girl. Just like a parent shouldn’t shy away from changing or bathing with their same-sex child.

The bison boy’s tongue swirls slowly around the sensitive glans of Clayton’s penis, his lips fully suctioned to the rim of the crown. The little cub hums contentedly as a steady flow of delicious and nutritious, albeit salty, precum flows down his throat and into his tummy. The puma can actually hear the eight-year-old’s stomach gurgle in happiness at being filled with something else than moss or berries for a change, and his paternal instincts kick in to help provide an even more steady stream of his male essence.

As Clayton massages his own shaft and ballsack to stimulate his flow, Kobi is panting off to the side. The grey wolf is lightly hunching into the muzzle of the deer fawn eagerly suckling from him, her big doe eyes so innocent and expectantly as her small hands cup his balls and knead the heavy male orbs for him. The fawn already knows that this act helps the flow of production, possibly from nursing her own father back home, and the wolf’s unique canine penis is the perfect shape to lodge itself snuggly down her throat like a warm-water bottle.

Benjamin on the other side of the puma is taking his role seriously and in stride, having performed male nursing before for his nephews he knows exactly how much to stimulate himself and keep balancing that dangerous edge of the point of no return every grown male has danced before. The oldest cub, the fox boy, notices the grizzly bear’s devotion to provide for them and he seems to want to do something in return. He walks up next to the big burly masculine bear and gently rubs his small sheath against Benjamin’s arm: “Aimes-tu les garçons ou les filles, monsieur?”

The large and tall bear gives the fox boy an appreciative pat on the head but gestures to the bear girl he nursed earlier: “Thanks for offering, bud. But I like girls. Women, actually. But if I squint, it could work, I suppose.”
The ten-year-old fox cub looks at the bear girl and beckons her over, asking something in French to which she nods with an enthusiastic giggle. The boy takes Benjamin’s hand again and this time places the thick fingers with the soft paw pad side to the chubby blushing vulva of the five-year-old bear girl: “Tu peux toucher, monsieur. C’est bon.”

The grizzly bear’s thick manly cock lurches up inside the mouth of the horse boy he’s currently nursing. Even at a mere five years old, the lad has an impressive dangly equine penis that would put some adults to shame. But the heat of the equally five-year-old bear cub’s warm pussy lips on his fingers reinvigorates Benjamin’s lust and nearly pushes him over the edge: “Oh. Haha. That’s… that’s so warm and smooth. So pretty. Merci, little girl. Merci.”
The little bear cub starts grinding her bare cunny onto Benjamin’s digits, a hint of moisture spawning from their friction and lubricating her cleft as the grizzly bear eagerly diddles the slit of a cub so deliciously young. Even if he never considered them before, his interest has certainly awoken now.

Meanwhile on the other side of the puma, Kobi has no trouble nursing the girls but equally finds himself struggling to provide the boys with a steady flow of his rich nutritious male essence. The fox boy once again takes notice, having clearly taken on the leader role during the time they were lost in the national nature park, and he starts asking around with some girls. A nine-year-old platypus girl, with a very cute bill and tail, steps forward with him and the fox cub gently pokes Kobi’s shoulder: “As-tu besoin d’aide, monsieur?”
The grey wolf doesn’t understand completely until the platypus girl somewhat shyly pushes forward her hips, revealing the mound of her beautifully underage pink vulva: “Oh? Oh! Ah, that’s very sweet, kids. But…”

Benjamin growls from the other side of Clayton, whom is surprisingly doing alright nursing the same male bison cub between his legs as he seems to have taken a shine to the boy: “Kobi, just do what needs to be done, bud. We won’t speak of this ever again if need be, but don’t hold back now. We’re in for a long night.”

Kobi gulps deeply, slowly surrendering to the idea as his resistance is broken down more and more due to the unreal situation he finds himself in. A true emergency that only his penis and those of his friends can solve. He gently allows the platypus girl to climb onto his lap with her back towards him, the girl giggling as the adult’s canine dog penis now rises up from between her legs and presses against her warm childish pussy lips: “I-if we rub a little like this, then…”

The grey wolf starts hunching his pointy feral cock up and down along the nine-year-old cub’s puffy vertical smile, causing her to coo out in pleasure as jets of precum start spurting from the tip of his penis. A small chinchilla boy of around seven years old eagerly takes his place between Kobi’s legs, taking hold of the adult’s spasming penis and eagerly swallowing the pointy rod down his throat, making the grey wolf male moan in lewd delight. The canine’s fingers dart down to diddle the chubby lips of the nine-year-old girl on his lap, making her coo and thrash around in his arms as he pays particular attention to the hidden love pearl at the top of her cleft.

Meanwhile, Clayton is still nursing the same little bison boy, whom seemed to be one of the thinnest of the bunch whilst he should be much more brawny for his age. The puma is discovering things about himself he’d never have considered before, needing no help from a girl to help him keep producing plenty of precum for the male child nursing from his penis. The way his cock would always be at half-mast in the locker rooms and shower rooms, especially around his two best friends. The way he loved to tease them by climbing or grinding on them, touching their pecs, their abs, their buttocks, sometimes even their balls… He may not necessarily be into little cubs, but a male so willingly sucking from his shaft and looking up into his eyes with such gratitude, it simply arouses a side in him that laid dormant for far too long.

The puma huffs and puffs, darting his eyes over to his friends left and right of him as each of them diddled a little girl to keep their stamina up. Both the feline man’s hands reach out and place themselves onto both his friends’ thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze. Kobi and Benjamin take notice and look at their friend between them with a questioning look, Clayton positively panting and sweating with both sexual thrill and sheer terror of what he’s about to say: “Guys. Ben. Kobi. I think… I think I like men. Aside from girls. Maybe more? I don’t know. But this… this feels right to me. Please don’t think any less of me now, guys.”

The wolf and the bear look at each other and can barely contain their laughter, snorting and sobbing as they try to anyway. Clayton looks confused when his buddies finally burst out in hearty laughter, two warm hands placing themselves on top of the puma’s shoulders: “Clayton. Dude. We know. We’ve known for a long time. Hell, even the guys at the gym and the club know. All that touching. All that teasing. We know, buddy. It’s okay.”

In a show of camaraderie, Benjamin who has been the target of Clayton’s teasing most and suspects the mountain lion has the hots for him, grabs the feline male’s balls and gives them a warm squeeze: “Now cum for that cute little guy, bud. He clearly needs the whole bottle!”
Clayton cries out in surprise and ecstasy, those repressed feelings emerging like a volcanic load from deep within his heart, and from deep within his balls. The puma grabs the grizzly bear’s arm and holds his friend’s hand tightly in place on his sack as wave after wave of delicious thick warm feline semen wash down the bison cub’s tongue and throat. The eight-year-old boy hums contentedly, nearly dancing in place on his little knees as he eagerly swallows down load after load of the mountain lion’s warm creamy seed.

Observing their friend tip over the edge, Kobi and Benjamin quickly follow suit. The grey wolf wedges the tip of his pink pointy canine rod between the lips of the little platypus girl’s plump mound, ejaculating in a geyser of wolfish sperm as the tiny chinchilla boy eagerly starts swallowing the heartiest meal he’s had in months. Benjamin still has his hand firmly gripping his puma friend’s balls, the middle finger of his other hand slipping up inside the vulva of the five-year-old bear girl and immediately squeezed in a slick vice grip as his girthy penis erupts as well. The horse boy in front of him neighs quietly, tears of happiness welling up in the corners of his eyes as he quickly swallows down each hefty spurt of thick creamy grizzly bear ‘milk’.

The sound of wet desperate suckling eventually makes way for the popping of lips from the tips of adult cocks, then the smacking of cute boyish lips and even a burp which makes the other kids laugh. Benjamin, Kobi, and Clayton lay against the tree behind them all tuckered out, their energy drained. Despite their fatigue, Clayton notes that the oldest of the bunch, the ten-year-old fox boy, hadn’t had a turn. He gently beckons the boy, whom picks up the puma’s spend penis: “Mais tu es vide, monsieur?”

The mountain lion smirks as his hands sneak down to his friends’ penises: “Just suckle from me, kid. I have a lot of lost time to catch up on.”
Benjamin and Kobi startle a little at first, but then chuckle as they let their friend do as he must. For the children.