It was sometime in a hot, muggy, august afternoon that our story started. A day or two after a devastating hurricane had knocked out power, internet, and phone signal, leaving the young red-squirrel boy Jessie alone with nothing but endless time to himself and his thoughts. He didn't like interacting with others. And he was supremely bored with his own mind. A kid only of about 12 years of age, he was sucked head long into the wonders of the internet. Be that games with friends such as his World Of Witchcraft, or Runied Scapes. Or more with his times simply talking to people on the net’s various social hangouts.




But now none of that was available to him. He had no battery powered games. No friends to talk to living on a farmstead so far from others. But being that he’d been to many forums and events on digital games and venues, ones he was not supposed to attend. He’d learned new things and was often alone in his room ‘exploring’ his young little body. Even though his room was now hot, dark, and damp without power he could still be found there pleasuring his own little bits. But soon enough he grew bored of even this. Only so many times you can paw to the same fantasies. And soon he could no longer get hard no matter how much he tried.


He’d always been a bit of a sneak. He enjoyed the mental challenges afforded by being sly and cunning in nature. He loved making people wonder where he’d gone off to. He’d even learned to pick locks as a hobby, though none around the homestead challenged him anymore. Though between exploring his own body, thinking of lock picking, and the presence of the family dog that had been laying on the floor beside the bed.... He hatched a plan.


He would pull his pants up and his t-shirt down once more, and hop off that bed before ruffling the dog playfully. “C’mon boy. Lets go find us a more private place. Mom and her boyfriend come in here too often.” He said to the loyal canine that was about his own size, who only barked at him and wagged it’s tail furiously.


And so the pair where off on this little adventure!


He knew he had some time, as his mother was away, and her boyfriend was chopping up and hauling off the felled trees that the hurricane had left in its wake. So it gave him plenty of time to escape the house with the dog unnoticed. Though this was not uncommon as he took frequent walks and bike rides around the farm and surrounding woods.


The boy always kept his lock picks with him, always eager to pick any lock anywhere any time he could. The boy was quite eager for any challenge life threw at him. He enjoyed learning, and testing his skills, knowing how to do so much. And this served him well.


The boy walked up to the shittily made shed turned garage, rife with small holes in the walls from knots, or carpenter bees, and a rough concrete flooring. He casually picked the lock within 10 seconds and had slipped inside the shed without a sound. He shimmy his hands part way through the boards on either side of the lock-plate and, only able to use just his finger tips, managed to place the lock back in such a way it looked locked still but with just a tap would spring open.


And thus, he and his trusty canine companion where locked in this garage, filled with rusty tools and car parts, and most importantly of all, an old bench-seat from a truck his mother’s boyfriend, Wayne had been working on. It was dirty, and a bit ratty, but overall it was not horrible to touch or sit on. And quite comfortable at that! It made the perfect seat right, right there at ground level for what was about to happen.


“Alright boy, let’s see if you like this.” Said the little red and cream furred squirrel boy as he took hold of that dog’s thick warm sheath and gave it a tender squeeze. The dog’s sheath was so warm, so plush, and plump, and unexpectedly had a hard bit inside that the squirrel boy could only assume was an actual pernis-bone!


The boy was enraptured in this moment, entirely focused on this sheath in his paw as he studied it. He started to slowly stroke it, to which the dog responded with some zealous thrusting; the squirrel boy clearly not the only one aroused by the whole ordeal.




“You like it too huh? Hehehe, alright lets try this then....” The young boy slowly peeled off his shirt laying it on one of the more clean surfaces in that dirty ole shop. Next those pants of his slid down his thighs as he bent over that seat on the ground. He lifted his massive, plush tail nice and high, flicking it over to one side to reveal those tight but plush young ass cheeks to the dog who took immediate interest. First came the dog’s nose; cold, and wet as it was, it pressed against that tight pink little pucker beneath the boy’s tail, eliciting a muffled moan from the squirrel who quickly moved to cover his maw.


The boy pant and shiver in pleasure as his rusty red cheeks became redder, And soon that dog’s nose was replaced by the warmth of his broad tongue that slathered the squirrel’s little tail hole in saliva with such generosity that it slowly trickle down the boy’s body until it tickled along his fuzzy little cream furred jewels and slowly started to drip down to that very rough concrete below.


The boy’s own sheath was not plump yet, he was not hard and not physically aroused at this; though it was likely all from the fear of being caught by anyone. After all his mother would not be gone too long, and at any time her husband could come around looking for someone to haul the smaller limbs and sticks to the burn pile.


But as that dog licked, and the canine’s cock slowly exposed itself from that sheath, the squirrel boy could do little but pant and look back at the canine that was thoroughly enjoying himself; enjoying that squirrel’s little ass. And it was in looking back he started to realize how large the dog’s sheath had gotten, and saw the massive tip poking free from the tip of that sheath.


“M-Maybe this isn't such a good ideee-!!” He thought aloud as he saw that massive cock, his thought interrupted as within one swift motion, the feral dog had mounted up, and without any warning, preparation, no kindness or thought given to him, that cock’s tip had already found home in the boy’s painfully tight ass.


The sounds of the dog’s breath mixed with the pained whimpers and squeaks of the little boy who’s body was now being so roundly violated by that dog’s massive cock. As the dog’s pre mixed with it’s saliva, so too was there just a little blood from the boy’s virgin ass being taken with such fever. The canine showing his primal nature as he gave no consideration, no consolation or comfort to the boy.


The boy had asked for it, he now must accept his fate. And that was all he could do. He tried in vein to shove the dog off, but the dog was just as large as he was, and now bit at the nape of his neck as he cried and whimpered quietly. But beneath the pain, the fear, the worry of being caught, the boy’s own enjoyment was clear as his own sheath swell and started to drip pre infrequently now.




There was a pace to a feral’s carnal instincts that the boy was wholly unprepared for. Ferals going at 100% from start to finish. With such speed, and ferocity, came the loud *Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!* Of the dog’s hurried pace while using every inch of his long girthy cock to molest the boy.


The boy clench his teeth, biting his lip to the point of bleeding as he had tears rolling down his cheeks in silent sobs. And he clench hard to that seat he’d been kneeling against. All while the dog pinned him to it, his weight fully on the boy as he used his hind legs just for bucking and thrusting into that warm, impossibly tight little ass that seemed to milk at the dog’s cock with every motion.


As the boy was unused to having anal sex, and his body being taken by surprise at it all, it really was milking at that cock with his everything purely out of instinct. Every ounce of that boy’s stomach muscles, and the tight ring around the thrusting member, clenched and squeezed with every motion, trying desperately to expel the ‘intruder’. But all this did was pleasure the dog that was already lost in his purely instinctual carnal lust.




The boy felt the dog’s cock throb within him, feeling it squirt strings of pre as he got closer to edge within the boy’s slightly bulged stomach, the outline of that rod being seen through his creamy furred belly. But there was another new sensation at his rear entrance. A bulge forming, at first small, but swelling slowly over time with each thrust. Soon a light wet *Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!* Coming with each thrust and pull, mixing with the sobbed whimpers and moans from the boy, and the ever present *Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!* Of the dog’s jewels and hips slapping the boy’s body.


The boy didn't know what was going on, he was so tied up, so pinned down, he was lost in his mind and unable to move his body as he was assaulted by emotions, by feelings both good and bad. But soon it was clear that knot on the dog’s cock was not stopping its swelling. And his ass was already so tight, that one time it popped in, and would not come back out, instead swelling rapidly as it found it’s home nestled securely in the boy’s warm tight depths.


And then the dog finally came. Growling and giving a few harder thrusts into the boy’s tight, slightly bloody ass, filling his belly with a deep warmth as the rest of the canine’s cock throbbed hard in the little squirrel's             
stomach, and he could not help but moan out and whimper.


The boy’s own cock had never peeked out, but by now his sheath was as full as it had ever been, slowly dripping like a leaky faucet with precum at this point. Due to his young age he never did actually squirt cum you see. He was only ever able to shoot long hot strings of clear pre when he did orgasm. And with the dog's cock so deep in his little body, he wished so very badly he could orgasm right now, he was so very close.


As the dog settled down, the boy could feel his own ass clenching hard with every little motion now, only shoving the dog’s cock hard against his little prostate as he was tied to the dog. That throbbing, that pulsing of the dog’s cock in his ass, he could feel the dog’s raceing heart against his little prostate and it was bliss. His mind washed white with the sensations. He could feel it coming, the strongest climax of his little life. Just another second with that throbbing cock in his ass, that thump, thump, thump, the little rubs abc and forth witht he dog’s breath, he was so close, it was coming with all the ferocity and speed of a rushing river towards a waterfall.

But then, one of his worst nightmares started to come true. For outside of that dark garage he heard his mother calling “Jessie! Lunch is ready!” And knew she’d be along soon, looking for him since he was not in his room, or the house in general. Mind still fogged by the mists of being so close to orgasm, he reeled himself back from that cliff, and  looked back at the dog, who at this time slid off his back, and swung his leg over the little trapped squirrel to stand ass to ass with him only to twist and roll that cock in the boy’s ass, making his knees quiver and the boy moan out loudly before he covered his mouth once more, praying to all that was above or below that his mother did not hear him. Then his mother called for the dog, and upon hearing his name the dog did give a few sharp tugs at the boy’s ass with that massive knot that held him ever so solidly in place.


This sent the boy’s body into over drive, the ecstasy of all these emotions, his brain flooded with so many chemicals and thoughts now. He pant and whimpered, trembling as he dug his claws harder and harder onto that seat.


The next round of painfully hard tugging coming when his mother whistled for the dog and rattled its newly filled food bowl. The thoughts of him wishing his mother would shut up came as the dog growled and tugged hard as it could at it’s cock that was so tightly locked in the boy’s ass.


In that moment of total bliss he’d thought his mother had opened the door. That she’d caught her son with the dog’s cock locked inside of him. But thankfully it was just his mind being overwhelmed by the sensations of reaching so near once more to that climax. So hard and sudden was the flood of pleasure and pain, it made his ass grip harder at that knot in his rear than ever before leaving him to tremble, quiver, and moan out on his hands and knees. But his mother kept rattling that food bowl, and it was now making the dog literally drag him off that seat and onto the hard rough cement floor by it's cock.


But he realized soon that not only was she rattling that bowl, but was also walking over. Walking right to that shed! His heart raced, all it would take would be for the dog to bark and he’d be discovered!He whimpered to himself, and started bucking back against the dog’s tugging, hoping he could free himself, but all he did was make himself moan out in pain and pleasure, quiet enough to not be heard though, as his mother’s shadow stood in front of that lock, and studied it.


It was the longest few moments of the boy’s life, as he all but knew that he’d been caught. The dog would bark, or tug on him and make him moan again, or simply whimper for its food and it’d be all over. Much to his relief though, she said with a bit of a confused tone “Huh, not here, its still locked. Maybe he is with Wane hauling sticks...” And with that she started walking away, no longer teasing the dog with food, no longer calling their names, and no longer adding to that boy’s total nightmarish, yet orgasmic ordeal.


Panting, moaning and unable to stay on his knees the boy crawled with that cock wriggling back and forth in his ass, all but dragging the dog along which growled and grumbled at being pulled backwards by his dick. He finally got to that seat, and moved to roll over and lay on his back, along that it with his legs up on the dog’s back. 

Jessie could stand it no longer... He -HAD- to paw. He was so close to the edge so many times, and even nos, he was right there and the dog was not helping him at all as it tugged and grumbled at him threatening to pull him off that seat once more.


And so he started to massage his little cream colored sheath, trying fervently to coax his little pink cock out. But something about being the dog’s bitch made it impossible to stay out of his sheath. And so he simply started by pinching that furry sheath between 3 fingers and went to town stroking as hard and as fast as he could, his little hot pink tapered rodent tip peeking free with every thrust up and down on that soft creamy cock cover.


He pant, huffing and moaning aloud, which made him shudder as he felt the vibrations of his own voice around that still pulsing cock in his tight little pucker. To keep himself quiet, he moved his arm to his maw and bit hard down onto it to silence himself. Muffled moans, whimpers, and little squeaks of ecstasy rolled from his gagged maw as that throbbing cock was seen in that soft cream colored belly fur as a pristine lump outlining it’s figure, and filling his insides up with that hot doggy seed as it throbbed, pulsed, and squirted into him.


His breathing grew faster, and faster,  his heart raced, outpacing the dog’s own rapid heart beat that he felt so vividly within him. With a loud pained squeak he finally came. His little pink cock throbbed hard, half exposed from its matted sheath covered in pre. The tip of his tapered cock squirted several long hot strands of crystal clear pre, down onto that pulsing lump in his tummy, and all at once he felt so deeply tired. But yet so utterly insatiably aroused. 

And there he stayed for another thirty minutes, just panting, whimpering, and idly playing with his own wee sheath. Able to paw his little cock through it several more times until his belly was entirely covered, his fur drenched in pre and he was left a panting miserable mess. All with that throbbing cock still pumping seed deep into his belly with no end in sight.


He was thankful he’d removed his shirt earlier, he’d need it to cover up his soaking wet tummy, and though those pants now lay on the ground in a ball, dirty and dingy, his mother would not question his pants being dirty as much as his shirt as he often took walks down a dusty trail in the backyard that lead to the burn pile, or the branch. All he’d have to say is he tripped and she’d be none the wiser.


But for now it was all he could do to sit there on his back, tail limply laying across the back of that seat, dog’s cock still throbbing and squirting cum into his little ass. All that he could do was watch the sizable lump in his tummy as it kept throbbing, wondering just how much seed the dog had to give, and wondering how the hell he was going to hold it all in as he was filled more and more over time. After all, orgasms with canines lasted up to an hour. And the dog was in no hurry to leave now.


The boy closed his eyes for just a second so he thought. But when they opened up next it was dusk, and they only opened up because the dog’s cock had finally lost enough size to pop out of him, oozing that little bit of blood, and copious amounts of pre, and cum out of his little pucker splattering loudly down onto the rough concrete floor as he moaned out louder than he ever had feeling that cock leave.


The boy couldn't help but whimper though, putting his paw on his belly, feeling empty now as that lump in his tummy was gone. Though his sore ass clenched and could not quite close all the way, and was much more thankful to no longer be so full, he missed the feeling of the constant throbbing on his prostate. The dog licked his cock making it retract nearly instantly into his sheath as the little squirrel watched in wonder, realizing it was a trick to get dogs soft again, and understanding he could use that to his advantage latter.


The squirrel quickly set to wiping up the mess with shop towels, the challenge made harder as his backside drop and drool gobs of cum now. Not wanting to get caught by the cum stains on the concrete, he ended up using some oil to spill on top of it and cover it with kitty litter so it was well concealed. He would swiftly slip his clothing back on, and give a little bang on the door making the lock pop open before he fingered the lock off the post and casually as ever slipped out of that shed, his ass sore and in pain making him walk a little slower, but the dog taking off like a rocket for his food bowl.


The boy walked slowly back up to the house and waved at  his mother with a smile. She greeted him in kind “There you are! Went down to the branch again I see?” To which the squirrel boy nodded happily. “Yea ma’ Buster and I went down. We had a good time.” He said, telling the truth in technicality. But of course she interpreted it as the innocent ‘taking him to the branch’.


She smiled and set a plate with a chicken fried steak sandwich and some chips on it infront of him “You look like you’re worn out from running, must be famished huh? Lets get ya something into that belly.” She said, not knowing he already had plenty in his belly at this point. Just not food.


“Yea, thanks Ma’. Sorry if you couldn't find me, but I just needed to get out of the house for a while and really enjoy life you know?”