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A couple of Gobos felt a familiar scent while on a long hunt. A scent they already sensed a few times already. They knew a young pawdventurer was nearby, one they already encountered before, one that they had an easy time with. Long days in the sun and running after lizards and other critters for food made them fidgety and they immediately started lurking, waiting for a chance to ambush the pawdventurer who was on his own search for food, gathering berries and mushrooms. The gobos got excited as days outside in the wilderness without their breeding slaves made them in dire need of a relief, and sure enough the familiar pup would do... they were sure that by this time he wouldn't be giving much resistance.
They surrounded their prey and despite some initial resistance they managed to get a hold on him. With big grins and eagerness, they started telling the pup to stop misbehaving and just sit down.
"You know how this go. Sit down and let gobo do what gobo want."
They were not gonna let him go before they unwind. The small wolf resisted somewhat until the strong scent hit his nose, and by the time the first gobo removed his loincloth it was basically over. The stinky musk filled with pheromones hazed the mind of the pup and he felt his body reluctant to fight back.
"I know you want same thing as gobo. You just like all pups, stupid and not know what good for them, but I remember your smell, we already teach you before"
When the gobo hands pushed him down, the pup felt his knees give and he sat down onto the cool grass. He tried to look up at the gobo but neither his eyes nor nose would go past the stinky swinging manhood that was right there in his face. He felt his arms being pulled up by the gobo behind and his tunic being slipped off...
"You no need that, it better off as loincloth for gobo. All you need is here."
The pup eyes went back to the gobo who was holding him. He wanted to protest but his mouth was salivating for some reason and when he opened his mouth a bit only soft gasps and saliva came out. When the nose touched the moist foreskin of the gobo he forgot what he wanted to say and instead his tongue slipped out... he wanted to lick it for some reason...
"There, good, now just open up."
Without really thinking he opened his mouth, but it was then that the strong hands grabbed his fuzzy head and pushed his maw towards the big gobo junk. The small hands grabbed onto the gobo to try and push him off... but only for a moment, after which they just grabbed onto him squeezing hard. Somewhere in the background he could hear his shirt being ripped apart... it mattered for some reason, but he couldn't quite remember why... his body relaxed as his mind focused on just sucking and swallowing the endless torrent of gobo seed...