Story by Custos
(Original posting 13 February 2022 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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Standalone: Mowgli

The night is dark in the jungle, the rustling of the leaves audible as the wind blows through the trees and spreads the unwelcome scent of the red flower through the forest. Not a critter dares sleep when that smell wafts through the air, and such is the case of the Seeonee wolf pack at their collection of dens at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the river below. Many mothers have gathered their pups and are laying close to each other, supervising the little ones whom have no concept of the looming danger and are playing with each other. The fathers and some of the pupless mothers are seated and standing all over their cliffs, keeping an eye on the flames and thick plume of smoke in the distance as it bursts from the forest canopy.

Then, the rustling of the nearby foliage alerts the guarding wolves into defensive stances. Great is their relief when it turns out to be the scouts they sent ahead to gather intelligence. And it seems information is not all they have gathered. One of the female hunters is carrying a bundle of scrap cloth which the bipedal humanoids use to cover themselves, and lays it down in the middle of the wolf pack. Ears twitch and eyes look on with surprise when the bundle of cloth moves and undoes itself, revealing a naked baby. At first the pack thinks it concerns a human child, but when they look closer they see that the cub has a tail and has distinct monkey-like features in its face and body. It seems to concern a specimen that lives upright with other beastmen and wears clothes, not the feral kind that lives with them in the jungle.

Akela, the leader of the wolf pack, looks greatly dismayed at what his scouts have brought along with them and gives them a stare that leaves nothing to the imagination. The wolves hesitantly start to explain; how they have seen Shere Khan the ferocious feral tiger attack the outskirts of a humanoid village mowing down humans and beastmen alike, and how the red flower started to spread through the jungles as they tried to drive the predator away. They conclude their report with witnessing Shere Khan killing the monkey beast people that are the baby’s parents, and one of their scouts had snatched the baby away from the tiger before it could devour it too.

This does nothing to alleviate Akela’s grim expression and he looks down at the mewling little monkey cub in their midst, chastising the responsible scout that he might have doomed the entire pack if Shere Khan wants the baby. As if on cue, the forest’s foliage rustles again and the hair on the backs of all present wolves rises as the telltale orange with black stripes slithers into view, accompanied by a smug and positively evil expression. Shere Khan obviously didn’t leave the humanoid village unscathed as the blood and scars in his fur could attest to, but the strong male more than made up for this by exuding the confidence that he does, by his sheer cold-bloodedness. His voice was deep and calm, as he greeted Akela and politely requested the monkey cub be surrendered to him. Lest the pack would make him upset.

The wolves all looked at Akela, no sound in the air save for the pitiful mewling of the monkey cub, even the wolf pups knew better than to make a ruckus now. Shere Khan sat down at the edge of the forest and seems to wait patiently for Akela’s decision, ever so sure that the wolves wouldn’t stand between him and his prey. The wolf seems to think for a moment and then approaches the baby, looking down at its helpless form before his gaze turned around over all the wolves present. Over all the lives under his care.

Akela turns back around to face Shere Khan and then stood strong and defiant. He informed the tiger that once a catch is brought into their pack, it belongs to the pack. And that to demand its life would be considered an act of violence against the pack. The smug expression on Shere Khan’s face vanished and the tone in his voice was still calm yet incredibly menacing, asking Akela whether he’s sure he wants to make an enemy today. The wolf leader responds that the tiger is an enemy to all living creatures in the jungle, and that if he wished to try and take the monkey cub he could try and fight them all off. Many are surprised by Akela’s defiance, not his decision, though, as the wolves then look back over to Shere Khan with challenging stares as they assume a more threatening position. One wounded tiger versus many healthy wolves.

Shere Khan is not a fool and his eyes simply narrowed into slits as he rose from his spot and walked a few small circles, explaining that his hunger for the monkey cub might not have been sated that night but that it would sooner or later. And that he would collect interest on that debt from the wolf pack. As the wolves start to growl at this threat, the tiger quickly but elegantly slipped away into the brush, his yellow eyes the last thing to be extinguished in the darkness.

Immediately, Akela picks up the monkey cub by the rags surrounding it and deposits it before Rama, the wolf scout that had previously saved the baby’s life. The wolf leader informs the wolf male that he had gotten the pack into this mess and that he and his mate would need to take care of the cub. He does not suspect it to survive for long. Rama looks a bit bewildered but realises he can’t go against his alpha, instead turning to the mothers in the crowd who recently had pups, asking them whether they would nurse the baby boy until his own mate would give birth and lactate. None of the females seem interested, most looking at the monkey cub with disdain, Rama sighing and picking up his new ‘son’ and retreating towards his den. His mate Raksha joins him from the crowd and she looks worried, but knows better than to discuss this in front of the whole pack.

Back in their den, Rama lays down the bundle of mewling baby in a soft spot and then starts pacing up and down as he tries to think. Raksha sniffs and explores the monkey cub, familiarising herself with his scent and trying to soothe him. She’s startled when her mate bonks his head against the rock wall, cursing himself:”Why? Why did I take this runt from Shere Khan’s jaws? I doomed the pack! Our unborn pups!”
Raksha feels the movement in her belly as the life within her stirs, her mother heart bleeding:”You showed this little one compassion and mercy, my love. It may look grim now but I’m sure the pack will turn around and we’ll all be safe as long as we stick together.”
The female wolf approaches her mate and nuzzles the thick fur in his mane, slowly getting her mate to come around and return the tokens of affection:”You’ve only proven you’re going to be a wonderful father, not only to our pups but our adopted son too.”

Rama and Raksha walk back over to the naked monkey baby who seems to be getting more antsy with each passing minute, mewling and softly crying. The male wolf scoffs slightly and nudges his new son’s tiny form with his nose:”It has so little fur… and it can’t sit still. It’s going to be a burden.”
Raksha smiles and lays down to the monkey boy’s sides, trying to warm him with her fur:”I think he looks cute. Funny and cute. Didn’t you always say that you wanted your firstborn to be a son?”
Rama scoffs again and nudges the monkey baby’s pink bald sac, sniffing it with his wet nose and making the cub squirm in surprise:”A wolf son, yes. This… If it wasn’t pink I would think it’s an overgrown frog, the way it moves and has so little fur.”

The male wolf then raises his head and looks down at the baby as if from a position of authority, his voice soft and deep, ceremonial:”Mowgli. Our frog son will be called Mowgli.”
Raksha chuckles and nods:”Alright, then. Our firstborn son is Mowgli.”

Rama and Raksha lie down with their new adopted boy, taking in his scent and exploring him, cleaning him from top to bottom with their tongues to remove the stink of humans and beastmen. However, it doesn’t take long for Mowgli to start whimpering and eventually crying, the audible rumbling in his tummy the clear culprit. Rama looks about ready to head back out and implore the nursing mothers to do him and his mate a kindness, but Raksha stops him. She lays on her side and her front paw briefly brushes against her swollen pregnant stomach with her many distended nipples. Rama can’t help but smile and nuzzle the mound harbouring the life they both created from their loins, but his expression then grows serious again:”Raksha, the little ones aren’t due for a while. We can’t wait to feed him that long.”

The female wolf nods and beckons her mate to stand close to her, which he does:”I know. But males can manage this task too. At least for one pup or two.”
Raksha’s tongue darts out and teasingly flicks the entrance to Rama’s sheath, the wolf jumping slightly in surprise as his mate’s administrations nearly instantly cause a hint of pink to emerge from its furry cover:”R-Raksha! Wolf pups, sure. But this…”
Rama’s eyes meet Raksha’s, the female wolf seductively and sensually licking the mouth to his sheath as more and more of his pink pointy tip slides out into the world:”He’s been appointed your son by Akela. Do you not wish to nurse your firstborn baby boy, Rama? Offer him his first meal to grant him your strength, as is tradition?”

Rama’s hips are starting to hunch forwards slightly, the male wolf’s tongue hanging out as his body is overwhelmed by the pleasing tongue of his mate. He knows he cannot refuse her anything. He whimpers:”It’s just… How would that even work? He hasn’t got a muzzle to latch onto me.”
The female wolf’s seductive eyes look down at the crying bundle of misery that’s been thrown into their nest that night, pity filling her heart as she takes in her newly adopted son’s funny body shapes. She gets an idea and gently takes hold of the monkey boy’s neck scruff, the little one screeching in discomfort as he’s repositioned to lay against Raksha’s pregnant stomach. Her heat radiates through her fur and Mowgli quickly latches onto one of her distended nipples, causing Raksha to sigh in delight, though no milk is yet produced. She then gently ushers her mate to stand over her and touch the tip of his penis to the monkey cub’s lips next to her nipple:”Let’s see if this works. Plus, if he can nurse this way he can be as close to his little brothers and sisters inside of me!”

Rama whimpers somewhat pitifully, not completely comfortable with the idea of a monkey runt being nursed at his loins yet, but dutifully positions himself. His mate’s loving affections has caused his pointy canine penis to have slipped halfway out its sheath already, glistening with the male wolf’s own arousal as it is manoeuvred closer to his newly adopted son’s lips. If there was any lingering doubt that he could ever love the monkey cub as his own son, they all vanish in the moment of the first gentle delicate suckle from the baby boy’s lips onto his pointy tip. Rama moans lowly, the sound echoing through the den as his hips instinctively hunch down a little more to grant Mowgli full access to his ‘male nursing nipple’. Having had to nurse only on occasion yet for the pack, the sensation is nearly completely new to the male, especially due to the special shape of Mowgli’s mouth and lips. The baby boy’s tiny hands gently take hold of Rama’s furry sheath as the even smaller fingers curl and play through the fur, the monkey’s eyes closed in contentment as his ruby rosy lips suckle and nurse hungrily and noisily from his new daddy’s cock tip.

With a smile on her muzzle, Raksha witnesses father and son fall in love with each other, all traces of lingering doubt expelled as their den once more is only filled with affection and deep family love. How soon not only would Mowgli be their son by title, but also by blood, as her mate’s semen would nourish and fill their baby boy’s body, making him truly theirs.

Mowgli seems to have a strong appetite, gluttonously slurping down all the precum spurting from his wolf father’s penis without missing a drop, the canine shaft buried inside the monkey’s mouth as far as it can comfortably go. Rama’s knot is already swelling, Raksha noticing her mate’s impending orgasm as she leans forwards and starts licking around the sensitive bulbous flesh at the base of her love’s cock. Rama is seeing stars, unable to keep his hips from hunching and burying a good few more inches down Mowgli’s gullet, the baby protesting only slightly but otherwise unfazed by his daddy’s roughness. His tiny little fingers find the lips of his father’s sheath behind the swelling knot, the baby unknowingly adding to the wolf male’s building arousal by slipping said tiny digits inside the furry cover and over the sensitive hidden flesh of the base of Rama’s cock. The slipperiness inside causes Mowgli’s tiny fingers to swirl around in curiosity, making Rama crazy with pleasure as his mate now darts underneath his tail and starts to make love to his tail hole, “Ah! Raksha! I’mma… I’mma…”

Rama’s knot swells up to its maximum size, trapping Mowgli’s little fingers inside his sheath and thus continuously adding stimulation to the base of his cock. Up until now the somewhat faint spurts of watery precum had been delicious and slurped down by the monkey baby, but now it seems even Mowgli knows more is on the way as the baby instinctively clutches himself to his father’s furry stomach. Strong spurt after strong spurt of virile wolf cum jets directly down Mowgli’s throat, the baby boy humming contentedly whilst still massaging the inside of his wolf father’s sheath. He can’t hold all of it, though, and dribbles of the warm ‘daddy milk’ start running down the corners of the monkey infant’s mouth. The scent of seed fills the den as Rama pants and lowly howls in the throes of pleasure, his mate Raksha still dutifully licking his tail hole as it pulses in rhythm with his spurts, their adopted baby son’s body starting to get coated in a sheen of shiny sticky wolf semen.

Eventually Raksha withdraws from rimming her mate’s anus and Rama’s legs start to buckle. Without disconnecting Mowgli for a second, the wolf male lies down onto his side on his new son’s other side, allowing him to further nurse from the regular spurts that are still filling his tummy. In this position, Rakhsha and Rama are looking directly into each other’s eyes with their son in between them, both of their muzzles curling into a smile as they start licking at each other affectionately. Rama whispers to her mate:”I knew you’d be a wonderful father. I’m so happy with our son, Rama. No matter what the rest of the pack will say or do, I will love him like he’s one of our coming pups.”
Rama’s expressions are still rife with pleasure as Mowgli continues to nurse, but he seems to smile in agreement and lick his mate’s muzzle apologetically:”I feel the same way. I’m sorry for before. I wasn’t thinking straight. And you’ll be a wonderful mother too, the kindest of the pack!”

Raksha and Rama lie curled up next to each other with Mowgli in between them for warmth. Eventually Rama’s orgasm subsides and his ‘male nipple’ retreats back into its cover. The monkey boy seems sated and content, though, as he nuzzles himself in between his two new parents. All seems good with the world, small is it may be that night in their den. The newfound parents fall asleep with musings of the future on their mind and love for their son Mowgli in their hearts.