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Part 2 of Ravished at Crescent Lake

If you liked this story, maybe...  Buy me a Ko-Fi", "writing": "[center][b]Taking Aim and Finding Honey[/b][/center]\n\nAs their bodies warmed under the tentative rays of the rising sun, the assembled Scouts relaxed, enjoying a newfound sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. Now with bathing out of the way, they took a moment to bask, not unlike a group of young seals taking a break from their aquatic games.\n\nLars and Ryst honor finished their own bathing, the priest's body glistening powerfully, each muscular ripple casting sharp shadows in the bright new light. No one hid their nudity now. The cold water had done its job, and the boys' previously sprightly members now hung low, withered like pruned branches.\n\nAs Ryst emerged from the water, Julian couldn't help but stare at the priest's once hidden features. The dark-furred gorilla was certainly a mountain of pure power, his chest and upper body the picture of absolute humanoid musculature, sculpted by experience and discipline. Even the muscles in his back, graced with the silvered fur of a man of his age, rippled as he moved.\n\nBut it was the sight of Ryst's manhood that captured Julian's gaze—a surprisingly small member for a male of his size, virtually lost within the thick patch of fur surrounding it. Humanoid in appearance, with a long foreskin not entirely unlike a sheath that protected the hidden tip. Julian thought back to his own minute member, which, in spite of the cold water, began to harden. Reason dictated that not everyone was endowed with huge equipment, but somehow, the young noble thought it a tragedy that the masculine priest was not prominently hung.\n\nTo his credit, Ryst seemed oblivious to the boys' stares, acting as if he were alone in his quarters, rather than emerging in all his glory before his charges. He returned their studying gazes with nothing more than a stoic, almost challenging glower.\n\n\"Alright, lads,\" Ryst instructed, voice booming, \"we have clothes to tend to.\" He gestured to the scattered heap of filthy garments from the day before. \"You cannot expect to maintain proper well-being without well-maintained attire. What survives the wear of the wild must be treated with proper care.\"\n\nHe began to separate the clothing into two piles: linen and leather. \"Wet the linen well,\" he said, scooping up a handful of cloth, \"and then lay it bare on the rocks to dry. Rub in here,\" he demonstrated, \"with a stiff brush to loosen much of the dirt. You must be careful not to scrub too hard or you may wear away the threads.\"\n\nFor leather and furs, Ryst advised a gentler approach. \"First, brush off all the dirt and crust you can. Any salt or sweat will cause them to rot if left unwashed, so remove that with a damp cloth. Rubbing oil over it after washing will keep it from cracking.\"\n\nThe other boys, joining together in the common goal; assisting Julian as he had no experience tending to his own clothes like they did. They wouldn't let him fail or fall behind. They had accepted him, for now.\n\nWorking together to wash their clothes brought an easy camaraderie between the Scouts, the morning sun glinting off their bare shoulders and wet fur. Julian couldn't help but notice several of the boys' gazes drifting toward something that, until today, he had thought of only with shame.\n\nHis large balls seemed to capture their attention. They jostled with every slight movement, swinging like ripe persimmons from a low bough. Even he was looking at them now with new interest, his constant fretting over his modest manhood momentarily forgotten.\n\nOnly Lars's pendulous, leathery bull balls could rival Julian's in size. But everyone knew that males of bovine descent had massive testicles. Yet it was Lars's low-hanging sac that Julian's gaze kept snared by, more times than he was comfortable admitting.\n\nHe had even tasted the bull’s shaft just yesterday, the memory of its flaccid heft on his tongue making his cheeks burn. His mind kept wandering to the image of it stiff and ready, how it would feel in his hands, thrusting into his mouth, defiling him utterly. No, he knew he wouldn't just want to again if given the chance, he would plead.\n\nBarry caught sight of Julian's conundrum and carefully positioned himself to block the other boys' view of his pink, erect member. \"Seems it's got a mind of its own, doesn't it?\" he whispered, grinning impishly.\n\nJulian chuckled, genuinely chuckled. \"Yeah,\" he admitted, \"just wait until you're a teenager. Damn thing’ll rule your life half the time.\" He gave his hard-on a rueful glance, his previous concern for modesty now a distant, hazy memory.\n\nBarry simply laughed. \"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing yet! But,\" he said, lowering his voice, \"we'll figure it out together, yeah?\"\n\nJulian gave Barry an impromptu pat on the arm, a gesture of unity and understanding. Maybe today wouldn't be so difficult after all.\n\nThe assembled Scouts, their clothes now either slung over the weathered dock railing or spread over the scraggly bushes, listened intently as Ryst outlined the plan for the rest of the day.\n\n\"Alright, boys,\" Ryst said, \"we'll be splitting into two groups to learn different valuable skills.\" He gestured to himself. \"I'll be taking Wade, Thumper, Digs, and Whisper on a true foraging expedition. We'll be searching for berries, nuts, wild herbs, and medicinal plants. I'll teach you how to determine poison from edible, and how to spot the safest, most nutritious options.\"\n\nHe pointed at Lars. \"Lars, on the other hand, will be taking Marv, Barry, and Julian to teach them how to properly use a bow. With practice, you may even get the chance to find some small game to supplement our dwindling rations.\"\n\nThe young Scouts regarded each other with a mixture of excitement and shy anticipation. They quickly separated, each attending to their respective preparations for the coming lessons. Whiskers, however, approached Julian at his tent with a helpful suggestion.\n\n\"Hey, Julian,\" he began, fidgeting with his hands. \"When we get back from our expedition, I can help you find some new tent poles. The ones holding up your tent now are actually too crooked to be of much use.\" He glanced away, then added, \"I guess I should thank you for stealing mine yesterday.\"\n\nJulian blinked, taken aback by Whiskers' unexpected kindness. They had not exactly been close before this moment, and yet here he was, offering genuine help and understanding. He nodded, a shy smile blooming on his face. \"Uh, thanks, Whiskers. That would be great, actually.\"\n\nWith that, Whiskers scampered off to join the others preparing for the foraging, leaving a thoughtful Julian behind. The thoughts that had so consumed him merely a day ago now seemed laughable. Together, as a team, he felt they could overcome even the harshest of trials that the wilderness had to offer. Maybe with friends, life's path would indeed be easier.\n\nThe boys busied themselves with preparing for their hike. Julian joined Marv and Barry at the campfire, where they were filling their waterskins from a large metal pot that had been set there to boil. \"Why not just fill it at the lake?\" he asked, nodding toward the still water just beyond their tent circle.\n\nMarv looked at him incredulously. \"Did you miss everything yesterday?\"\n\nBarry chimed in, actual curiosity in his voice, \"You were really out of it last night. Did you even hear what Ryst said?\"\n\nJulian felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment, but he couldn't very well tell them the truth about his run-in with the griffin. He simply nodded, hoping vaguely that they would drop the subject.\n\nMarv took a deep breath, then launched into an explanation. \"The lake water is still,\" he said, \"unlike river water. We bathed and washed our clothes in it, so there are all kinds of things in it that could make us sick. Plus, there are lots of fish in the water. Ryst says that lake water can give you really bad stomach cramps if you drink it without boiling it first.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" Julian replied, still feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful for the explanation.\n\nWith the task of filling waterskins complete, they hurried to the lake to put on their dried clothes. Julian was happy to see that the stains on his trousers had come out well. No more telltale crust of semen. But as he pulled on his trousers, he felt strange. He had become acclimated to being nude with the rest of the cubs and now felt oddly confined in his fabric prison.\n\nBarry voiced his frustrations aloud as he tied his loincloth around his waist. \"Would be a lot more fun staying naked,\" he grumbled.\n\nLars approached them. He was already dressed, a pack slung over his shoulder with two long, tapered staves strapped to his back. \"Hurry and get dressed,\" he said matter-of-factly, gauging the reason for Barry's grumbles. \"Trust me, you'll want the added protection of clothing in the forest if we encounter Poison Oak or a dangerous predator.\"\n\nThe picturesque woodland enveloped the four boys, a vibrant mosaic of lush greens, dappled shadows, and the soft rustle of foliage. Nursing a quiet sense of wonder, they hiked deeper into the murmur of the wilderness.\n\nMarv and Lars led the way, their voices low and playful as brothers often are. Julian found himself marveling at the easy camaraderie they shared. Being an only child, Julian hadn’t known the bonds of siblings. He only witnessed it from afar, like today.\n\nTheir laughter and the gentle hum of insects filled the air, and for the first time in his life, Julian found himself savoring the peaceful stillness of nature. Without the bustling crowds and chaotic noise of the city, without the crushing weight of expectation and class, there was... calm. Serenity. The rigid bars of his gilded cage had been broken, and he was free to just... be.\n\nBarry fell into step beside him, the pattern of their footfalls falling into a comfortable syncopation. The usually boisterous cougar seemed uncharacteristically reserved, his words few and far between. He kept glancing at Julian from the corner of his eye, gnawing on his lower lip.\n\nFinally, he cleared his throat. \"So, uh... Julian?\" He fidgeted a bit, his tail twitching. \"About this morning, when I sort of... grabbed your, um... your junk in the water? I just wanted to say... I'm really, really, really sorry.\"\n\nJulian blinked, surprised. He recalled feeling Barry's paw cupping his ample ballsack, but the touch had been far from unwelcome. \"Oh, um... no need to apologize, Barry,\" he said, attempting to set his friend at ease. \"Honestly, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't mind.\"\n\nBarry seemed to relax a bit, the tension in his shoulders lessening. Then, just as he seemed about to open up again, he closed his mouth and kicked at an errant rock with a sigh.\n\nJulian couldn't help but be curious. \"What's on your mind, Barry?\" he prompted, hoping to make the feline feel more comfortable.\n\nBarry glanced around, as if checking for eavesdroppers, then leaned in closer to Julian. He spoke quickly, stumbling over his words. \"I wouldn't... What I mean is... I would like to... to touch them again sometime. If you're okay with that, I mean.\" His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his voice an urgent whisper.\n\nJulian's eyes widened. He had never had anyone express such blatant interest in his most private parts. The thought of Barry, eyes full of wonder and desire, touching him so intimately... he had to swallow hard. \"Uh... well... sure, Barry. If you want, sometime. I'm... I'm okay with that.\"\n\nA broad, beaming smile broke across Barry's face, and he seemed to relax again, all his earlier tension dissipating like morning fog in the sunlight. For the moment at least, he was back to his more upbeat, boisterous self.\n\n\"I've got two older brothers,\" he volunteered, his voice lowering as if sharing a naughty secret. \"They're twins. I know they do stuff together, you know, at night. When they think I'm asleep. And I've always wanted to try it, too, but they always say I'm too young.\" His ears drooped a little, tail flicking with disappointment.\n\nJulian's mind reeled. Barry had just confirmed that his older siblings were engaging in intimate acts, and he seemed to be volunteering for something similar. And now he was looking at Julian like... like he expected him to know some secret, forbidden knowledge! He shifted awkwardly, trying to keep his face neutral.\n\n\"I mean, you're older, so you probably know all sorts of fun things we can try,\" Barry pressed, his tone turning wheedling.\n\nJulian felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He had zero experience with any sort of sexual exploits, except for the traumatic, painfully arousing encounter with the griffin. That hardly counted, and he certainly wasn't about to bring it up.\n\n\"We can explore some things together,\" he managed weakly, the phrase echoing Barry's earlier statement at the lakeside. But the promise in his voice was enough to make Barry beam with excitement.\n\n\"I wonder if Marv and Lars have done some exploring together?\" Barry said, nodding towards the brothers ahead. \"I mean, they're brothers, right? They gotta be curious!\"\n\nJulian felt a second, sudden flush of warmth at the thought of the powerful, masculine brothers exploring each other's firm, muscular bodies. He gulped, trying to dispel the all-too-vivid images. He was saved from responding by the brothers themselves.\n\nMarv turned to them and waved them forward. \"Hey, slowpokes! We're not going to catch anything if we dawdle all day!\"\n\nWith a final glance at each other, Julian and Barry jogging forward to join Marv and Lars, eager for the adventure to come, and perhaps something more, later that night.\n\nThe forest gave way to the warm, green embrace of a small clearing. At the center stood a lone elm tree, its trunk scarred by countless pock marks. Lars set down his pack and waved the group around him.\n\n\"Alright, listen up,\" he began, the hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. \"Our target for today is to pepper this tree with as many arrows as possible.\" \n\nLars pulled out two slender staves from his bag, handing one to each of them. \"This,\" he said, indicating the staves, \"is your bow. It might look like it's just a slim quarterstaff, but it's much more than that.\" He proceeded to show them how to bend the stave, revealing the notched ends that would support the bowstring. His tone grew solemn. \"But you need to remember one thing, especially you, Julian - keep your bowstring dry. That means unstrung until you're about to use it.\"\n\nAlthough the jibe toward him seemed a little pointed, Julian found himself riveted. In all his pampered life, he'd never had cause to learn how bows worked. Sure, he'd seen them on the city walls, but they were merely tools to him, instruments of war. He'd never considered the nuances or finesse that went into making one fire.\n\nLars passed around the bowstrings and demonstrated how to string them through the notches. Marv was quick to pick it up, while Barry struggled, his fingers too small and clumsy to manage it. Julian watched with mounting anxiety as Barry tried and failed twice, finally succeeding on the third attempt.\n\nUnder Lars's critical eye, they all took turns stringing the bow. Each attempt made more difficult by the careful precision required. When it was Julian's turn, his fingers fumbled, the bowstring slipping and squeaking against the wood. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.\n\n\"You've got it,\" Lars chuckled good-naturedly, \"just take your time. These things take practice.\" Julian felt the sting of shame, now knowing that even something as simple as this required skill and patience.\n\nLars efficiently took each bow, his large hands making the staves look like toys. With a few deft movements, he unstrung and restrung them again, ensuring the strings were perfectly aligned and the tension was correct. \"Good. Good enough for practice, anyway.\" He then produced a bundle of a dozen simple arrows from his pack, their goose-feather fletching neat and uniform.\n\nHe set out instructing them, his voice practical and clear. \"Alright, first, how to hold the arrow and pull the string.\" He demonstrated, nocking an arrow and drawing it back smoothly. \"You see? The arrow rests on your hand, guided by your fingers. Your other hand hooks the string, not grips it. It's a pull from your back and shoulder, not just your arm.\" He relaxed the string. \"And listen. You don't want to hold the string taut while you take careful aim like they say in the stories. That's just for drama. The only thing you'll do is wear out your arm so you'll only be good for one or two shots. A real archer draws and releases in one fluid movement.\"\n\n\"So, let's see what you have learned,\" he said, handing each of them an arrow. \"We'll work on stances in a moment. For now, just show me how you hold the arrow and draw it. And whatever you do,\" he added, his gaze sweeping over them with sudden intensity, \"don't point it at anyone. These may be simple arrowheads, but they can do a lot of damage.\"\n\nJulian started to feel his mind reeling a bit at all the new information. It was so much more complex than he'd ever imagined. But as Lars guided him, he seemed to do fairly well, his movements clumsy but following the bull's instructions. He focused, listening intently, the desire not to fail outweighing his usual impatience.\n\nNext came the stances. \"Archery is about a stable base,\" Lars explained. He showed them how to stand, one foot forward to support the weight, the other angled behind to stabilize the body. \"Your body is the platform for the weapon. If the platform is shaky, so is your shot.\"\n\nHe allowed each boy to try it while he moved among them, adjusting their footing. He moved behind Marv, squaring his brother's shoulders. He gently nudged Barry's foot back a few inches. Then he came to Julian.\n\nLars's large hands came to rest on Julian's waist, turning him slightly. \"Open up your hips more,\" he instructed, his voice low and close. He then bent down, his hand sliding down to nudge Julian's foot wider, the other kicking his heel out to a better angle. Julian couldn't help but blush at the casual, firm way Lars manipulated his body. An unwelcome heat rushed through him, and he was profoundly thankful for his modest size, which allowed his growing arousal to be almost completely unseen within his trousers.\n\nLars, seemingly oblivious, stepped back and surveyed their forms. \"Alright. Good enough. Let's try shooting,\" he announced, satisfied with their performance.\n\nJulian thought the tree seemed too close. It was barely fifteen paces away, hardly a challenging target for someone of his… well, for anyone, he assumed. His confidence, unearned as it was, began to bubble back to the surface.\n\n\"I find it helps to have some motivation,\" Lars said, his eyes twinkling. \"A little wager on your shots. So let's hear it, what should we be playing for?\"\n\nMarv, ever practical, was the first to speak. \"We could play for rations! Winner gets an extra piece of dried meat tonight.\"\n\nLars shook his head. \"That's a bad idea out here, little brother. Food is too important a thing to wager in the wilderness. You never risk something you can't afford to lose, and we can't afford to lose a single meal.\"\n\nBarry's hand shot up, bouncing with excitement. \"Ooh! Ooh! I know! For every shot you miss, you have to take off a piece of clothes!\"\n\nLars just laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. \"Barry, knowing you, you'd miss every shot on purpose just for the chance to be naked again by noon.\"\n\nJulian, a smirk playing on his lips, saw an opportunity. \"We could switch it,\" he challenged back, his voice more confident than it had been all morning. \"Every hit shot means you get to tell someone else to remove an article of clothing.\"\n\nLars’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a broad grin spread across his face. He clapped Julian heartily on the back, a gesture of genuine approval that sent a jolt of pride through the rabbit. \"That… that might just work! Never heard of 'strip-shooting' before, but Barry might just make every single shot this way now!\"\n\nWith Julian blushing and Barry looking more determined than ever, the wager was set. Julian stepped aside to let Marv and Barry try first, allowing them to try the first few shots as Lars barked out their critiques.\n\nMarv's shot was first, an errant arrow that sailed straight through the branches of the elm. Though he was nowhere close to the trunk of the tree, Lars praised him for his form.\n\nBarry was next, eager as ever, but fumbled with the string. \"Draw it back nice and slow,\" Lars prompted, and Barry tried, but the string sprang from his fingers before he could take aim. The arrow went sideways, barely missing the ground as it tumbled through the air.\n\nJulian, watching both boys struggling, couldn't help but pity them. They both looked utterly helpless. When it was his turn, he stepped forward, the same arrogant smirk still plastered on his face. He held the arrow as high as his arm could reach, the same as he’d done as a young boy when he’d play with his toy swords. His stance was laughable, but he had the strength to pull the bow back.\n\nLars watched him and nodded in approval. \"You might be a pampered little rabbit, Julian but at least your arms are good and strong. You have that.\"\n\nJulian preened a bit under the bull’s praise and pulled the arrow back as far as he could, aiming at the tree. He let the arrow fly, and it went soaring through the air, completely missing the tree. The bolt landed in a neat arc about ten feet from where he'd been aiming, and he grumbled in frustration as the other boys snickered.\n\nThe boys continued to practice, eventually beginning to hit the tree with some regularity. Marv was the first to land a true hit. With a deep thunk, his arrow hit the trunk of the tree burying itself in the elm’s bark.\n\nMarv was ecstatic, hooting his victory as Lars congratulated his brother. He pointed at Barry, who grumbled good-naturedly, \"Somehow, I knew you'd pick me first.\" The cougar shrugged his shirt off over his head, revealing his lithe, slim chest. A pang of envy shot through Julian as he looked at Barry's more defined figure. He even regretted his daily intake of sweet breads after the evening meal. Well, only a little bit.\n\nMarv's win seemed to boost Barry's confidence. The cougar stepped up again, this time shooting with more focused intention. His shot arced through the air and struck the tree high on the trunk, bounced off a knot, and landed between two outstretched roots, wedging itself between them.\n\n\"It counts! It counts!\" Barry whooped. Pointing decisively at Julian.\n\nLars laughed at Barry's jubilant outburst, nodding. \"Yeah, I'll allow it. But only this once.\" He turned his teasing gaze to Julian. \"Alright, bun-bun, lose the top.\"\n\nJulian sighed and pulled his own tunic over his head, joining the growing ranks of topless boys. Lars’s earlier comment about his strength bolstered him somewhat despite knowing he was the pudgier of the three boys. The cool air against his skin made him shiver. His own topless form did little to help his own aim, but Lars stepped in to offer some more pointers.\n\n\"You're twisting your shoulder as you release the arrow,\" he explained, nudging Julian's back with his hand. \"That's why all your shots are going left. Pull it back straight, like you're trying to touch your shoulder blades together.\"\n\nJulian focused on Lars's instructions, trying to ignore the warmth of the bull's hand on his fur. It was still a shock to have such direct physical contact with anyone other than his family. He tried again, focusing on the pull of the string, and released a shot that finally struck the trunk of the tree with a hollow thud. It was more buried in the bark at the left-most fringe of the tree, but a hit nonetheless. \n\n\"Much better,\" Lars said with a nod, and Julian felt a jolt of pride at the bull’s approval. He almost forgot the wager, his own sense of accomplishment enough of a reward. He almost forgot until Barry's gleeful shout of, \"Strip, Marv, strip!\" jolted him back to reality.\n\n“Hey, I Haven’t picked yet,” Julian said sheepishly. “But I do pick you Marv.”\n\nMarv grinned and stripped off his tunic, laughing. He was, by far, the most developed of the three. His arms were more muscled than Barry's or Julian's, and he made a little show of flexing them before tossing his tunic into the growing pile.\n\n\"Showoff,\" Julian muttered under his breath, but he couldn't deny that he appreciated the spectacle. He averted his gaze, a blush creeping up his neck.\n\nMarv's next shot hit more solidly than his last, sinking deep into the bark. \"Trousers, Barry!\" he shouted triumphantly. The cougar only giggled and shimmied out of his pants, leaving him in just his loincloth. He strutted around the clearing, seemingly unbothered by his near-nudity. Lars was laughing boisterously at their antics. \"I should use this tactic all the time from now on!\" he boomed. \"You boys are learning quickly!\"\n\nBarry's next shot also hit its mark. \"Marv! Pants!\" he yelled, and the large bovine again made a show of taking off his pants, revealing strong, muscular legs. Julian caught Barry tugging absentmindedly at his own loincloth more than once, his eyes fixed on Marv's form.\n\nJulian’s turn came again. Focusing on Lars's advice, he pulled back, aimed, and released. The arrow flew true, the shaft piercing the bark right next to his first shot. However, it was a more solid and much more satisfying hit.\n\nA new, bold confidence surged through him. \"This time,\" he announced, his voice ringing with newfound authority, \"I choose Lars.\"\n\nThe clearing went quiet. Lars, who had been laughing moments before, stopped, his expression unreadable. \"Hey,\" he protested, \"I'm not part of the wager.\"\n\nMarv stepped forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. \"He's got you there, brother,\" he said, clapping Lars on the shoulder. \"You said we got to choose who stripped down, but you didn't say it had to be only one of us three.\"\n\nThe chiding from his younger brother seemed to work. A wry smile touched Lars's lips. \"Fine,\" he conceded, pulling his tunic over his head. \"You win this round, JuJu.\" He removed his tunic to reveal a powerful, scarred torso, a roadmap of battles fought and won. He puffed out his chest, a playful arrogance in his stance. \"Guess you guys need to see a real man's body as motivation.\"\n\nAs the tension in the clearing lessened, the boys fell into a comfortable rhythm of shooting and stripping. Julian, though still smarting from Lars's earlier jibe, found a quiet satisfaction in his victory. For once, he had won without relying on force or manipulation—well, maybe a little manipulation. And he was, for the moment, still the most clothed of the bunch.\n\nMarv's next shot also struck true. \"Barry!\" he called out, a playful glint in his eye. \"Loincloth, please.\"\n\nBarry, far from being embarrassed, seemed to revel in the attention. He whipped off his loincloth and aimed it at Marv's head, shouting, \"First one naked! First one naked!\" He did a little celebratory dance, his sheath bouncing with each jubilant bounce. He acted as if he had won.\n\nHis turn with the bow was equally successful, the arrow sailing through the air and striking the tree with a solid thud. \"Alright, bull,\" he said, turning to Lars. \"Lose the pants.\"\n\nBy now, Lars was fully into the game. He struggled to get out of his trousers, the leather clinging to his muscular thighs, his laughter making the task even more difficult. He nearly tripped at one point, his cheeks reddening with amusement.\n\nJulian, still clad in his trousers, felt a telltale tingling in his gut. His excitement at seeing Lars strip was almost too much for him to handle.\n\n\"I've got one left, but a good adventurer knows to not be completely unarmed at any time.” Lars held up his last arrow. \"Alright,\" he declared, \"now we have to gather our arrows.\" He gestured to Barry and Marv. \"Why don't you two get the ones that flew past the tree? Julian and I will get these ones.\"\n\nAs Julian and Lars approached the tree, a cold knot of apprehension tightened in Julian's gut. It was only yesterday that this same bull had held him down and pissed in his mouth. The memory, sharp and acrid, made him flinch. But Lars had been… different today. Friendly, even. The fear began to recede, replaced by a tentative curiosity.\n\n\"So, Prince JuJu,\" Lars began, his voice a low rumble as he easily yanked an arrow from the tree. His biceps flexed under the strain, and Julian found his eyes drawn to the powerful movement. \"You're starting to make friends now, huh?\"\n\nJulian grunted, wrestling with an arrow that refused to budge. The wood seemed to have swallowed it whole. \"I wish you wouldn't call me that,\" he muttered, straining. \"But yeah… the other guys aren't so bad after all.\"\n\n\"Don't twist the arrow,\" Lars instructed, stepping closer. \"You'll break the shaft.\" He demonstrated, his large hand enveloping Julian's. \"You just need to tilt it along the breadth of the arrowhead. Let the arrow come back out the same way it went in.\" He guided Julian’s hand, and the arrow slid free.\n\nA small spark of satisfaction lit within Julian. When he wasn't fighting every suggestion, things were easier.\n\n\"Good,\" the bull encouraged him. \"It's just like fucking. No need to break the shaft by forcing it. You just gotta work the tip.\" Julian's breath hitched. The muscular form of the bull was suddenly closer than before, his scent, earthy and masculine, filling Julian's senses. \"But I'm guessing you know a thing or two about that already,\" Lars continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. \"I could smell cum on you when you came back from your hike last night.\"\n\nPanic exploded in Julian’s chest, a supernova of terror. His thoughts scattered in a million directions at once. He knows. He knows what the griffon did. Shame, hot and acidic, flooded every inch of his body, a poison ivy rash on his soul. His mouth went dry.\n\n\"I… I…,\" he stammered, words failing him. \"I don't know what you mean.\" His denial sounded weak even to his own ears.\n\nLars loomed over him, a shadow against the sun, his expression unreadable. \"That's true. You don't know about fucking,\" he seemed to leer. \"But I bet you know all about getting fucked.\"\n\nThe world tilted. The air grew thick, heavy. Julian was trapped, an animal caught in a snare. Lars was too close, a mountain of muscle and accusation. Fight or flight? His instincts screamed both at once. Flee, run, escape this clearing, this city, this life. But another part of him, a new, harder part forged in the crucible of yesterday’s humiliation, wanted to fight. To deny. To lash out.\n\nHe sent his paw out, a clumsy, desperate shove meant to create space, to push the larger male away. His fingers met a wall of hard, unyielding muscle that was Lar’s abdomen, the rough texture of Lars's loincloth scratching against his palm. He faltered, his strength failing him, his will crumbling under the weight of his secret.\n\nAnd then Lars laughed. Not a cruel, malevolent sound. It was a hearty, booming laugh, filled with genuine mirth that echoed through the clearing.\n\nThe tension snapped. \"Relax, bun-bun,\" Lars chuckled, clapping Julian on the back with a hand that nearly sent him to his knees. \"I'm just messing with you. What you do with your bunny tail is your business.\"\n\nJulian’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, caged bird. He managed a shaky laugh in return, wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on his trousers. \"Oh, uh… thanks, Lars.\"\n\nThe bull’s teasing was rough, a barbed hook, but it wasn't the damning accusation Julian had feared. He glanced over at Lars, who was now nonchalantly retrieving the last of the arrows, a playful, mischievous glint in his eye. Julian’s terror melted away, replaced by a strange, hesitant camaraderie.\n\nHe felt, with a rush of warmth, that he was well on his way to becoming a true adventurer. He had learned to shoot a bow, and he had learned how to be a friend. He had even learned, albeit painfully, how to be humiliated and assaulted without letting it break him. Maybe there was hope for him yet.\n\n\"But, really you do need to learn how to lighten-up,\" Lars repeated, his tone softening from teasing to something more earnest. \"Not everyone is out to get you, y'know.\" Lars looked at Julian again, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to solve a particularly tricky puzzle. And then he did something completely unexpected. \"I suppose,\" he said, the words coming out slowly, \"it's partly my fault too. I'm sorry I was a bit too rough on you that first day.\"\n\nJulian just stared at the large bull in amazement, his paw frozen mid-motion as it absentmindedly attempted to pull out another arrow. He couldn't have heard that right. An apology? From Lars?\n\n\"You were just so insufferable, I lost my patience,\" Lars continued, his gaze direct and sincere. \"I hope you forgive me.\" And he meant it. Julian could see it in the bull’s eyes. But why was he apologizing? Julian was being an ass yesterday. He deserved everything he got… didn't he?\n\n\"It's okay,\" Julian managed, his voice barely a squeak. His mind was racing, trying to put the pieces together. \"I… I did kind of deserve it.\" And with that admission, some more pieces seemed to click into place in his mind, forming a clearer, more painful picture. \"I mean, I was hurt that my father forced this on me and I was… lashing out.\"\n\nThey worked in silence at the last couple of arrows, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the soft thump of the shafts being placed on the ground. Lars seemed to sense that the rabbit needed some time to process, a quiet space to navigate this new, unfamiliar terrain of mutual understanding.\n\nJulian finally worked the last arrow free, his gaze fixed on the grain of the wood. He had to ask. He had to know. He turned to Lars, his voice small but steady. \"Did he really pay you to…,\" he struggled for the right word, the one that truly captured the depth of his fear. \"…break me?\"\n\n\"Well,\" Lars thought for a moment, his gaze distant as he replayed the conversation with Lord Avern in his head. \"He really just paid me to make sure you got home safely. But he did make it clear that he wanted you to learn to quit being such a brat. And maybe toughen you up a bit.\"\n\nLars turned to Julian, his expression serious, and placed his large hands on the rabbit's shoulders. The difference in their sizes was made much more apparent when they were close like this, Julian’s entire frame seeming to shrink under the bull’s touch. \"He really does want to make sure you are safe. And he certainly didn't pay me to put my dick in your mouth. So that's why I'm apologizing.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Julian whispered, the words barely audible. He could feel the stinging prickle of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. This was too honest, too direct. It was more genuine concern than anything his father had ever shown him openly.\n\n\"I should have stopped when you tried...,\" Lars paused, his brow furrowing as he looked for a way of saying it more gently. Finding no diplomatic path, he continued, his voice low and gravelly. \"...sucking my dick. I wasn't trying to force myself on you.\"\n\nThe dam broke. \"I just didn't know what else to do,\" Julian stammered out, the tears now tracing hot paths through the fine fur on his cheeks. \"I thought… I thought that’s what you wanted… to stop you from…\"\n\nBut Lars hushed him with a gentle shake of his shoulders. \"It's alright if you want to experiment a bit,\" he said, and the words hit Julian with the force of a physical blow. They were so unexpected, so kind. \"All guys do.\"\n\nAnd then Lars actually hugged him. The bull’s powerful arms wrapped around Julian, pulling him into a firm, protective embrace. The smaller rabbit was completely lost in the wall of muscle, his face pressed against Lars’s warm, bare chest. The scent of sweat and leather was overwhelming, but it was no longer threatening. It was comforting.\n\n\"Even Marv and I have done some stuff on occasion,\" Lars admitted, his voice a rumbling whisper next to Julian's ear.\n\nJulian sobbed into the large bovine’s shoulder for a few moments more, the raw, unfiltered emotion of the past twenty-four hours finally pouring out of him. While his body shook with cathartic sobs, his brain worked furiously, piecing together the confusing mosaic of feelings and events. He admitted to himself, in the quiet, safe darkness of Lars’s embrace, that he did actually want to do it. Maybe he still wanted it. It had taken the violent, terrifying act of the griffon mounting him in the woods to provide the brutal clarity he needed to see it. It was a horrible realization, but an honest one.\n\nAnd Lars seemed to know that he was struggling inside. Why was the bull so understanding and welcoming? It felt so unreal, so different from the strict, emotionless world he came from. But most of all, as the sobs subsided into quiet shudders, he realized he just needed this hug. The simple, non-judgmental act of being held.\n\nHe pulled himself together as his big ears picked up the sounds of Marv and Barry approaching their position, their cheerful chatter growing louder. As Lars allowed him to pull away, Julian couldn't help but notice the older male's loincloth seemed a bit more… tented than before. Maybe Lars wanted to do a little more, too. The thought sent a jolt of nervous excitement through him.\n\nThe uncouth little naked cougar, Barry, spoke up first, a wide grin on his face. \"We didn't mean to break up whatever moment you guys were having.\" His comment earned him a gentle swat on the head from Marv.\n\nBut Lars didn't seem bothered. \"Just having a little chat with Julian,\" he said smoothly, and then he reached out and affectionately tussled the floof of hair between Julian's big ears. The casual touch sent another wave of warmth through the rabbit. \"So, did you find all the arrows?\"\n\nMarv responded a little sheepishly, holding up the arrows they'd collected. \"We got all but one. But a couple were damaged.\"\n\n\"That's to be expected,\" Lars's tone took on more of a teacher's quality again. \"Just keep that in mind. Every arrow you shoot may be one that you can't get back.\" He looked up at the sun, which was nearing its zenith. \"We are due for a break anyway. Barry, why don't you and Julian refill our waterskins? Should be a stream not far that way,\" he said, pointing to the north. \"My brother and I will prepare something for lunch.\"\n\n\"Come on, JuJu,\" Barry grabbed the rabbit's paw, his small hand surprisingly strong, and quickly pulled Julian in the direction Lars had indicated.\n\n\"Don't you want to put some pants on first?\" Julian asked, laughing at the cub's boundless, infectious energy.\n\n\"Nah,\" Barry just gave him a smirk over his shoulder, his tail twitching merrily. \"Prefer being naked anyway.\"\n\nJulian allowed himself to be towed away, pausing only long enough to grab an armful of waterskins and stuff them into Barry's discarded pack. The two left the bovine brothers behind and headed off to find the stream, their footsteps light on the soft forest floor.\n\n\"So,\" Julian asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, \"why'd you call me that?\"\n\n\"What? JuJu?\" Barry responded, tilting his head. \"Seemed better than bun-bun. Has a nice ring to it. And I heard Lars call you that too.\" Suddenly, his ears wilted and flattened against his head, his joyful demeanor replaced by a flicker of worry. \"I mean, it's okay, isn't it?\"\n\nJulian realized, with a small jolt of surprise, that he actually didn't mind. The name, stripped of Lars's initial mocking tone, felt… different. Almost affectionate. \"No, it's fine,\" he said, and he meant it. \"I just didn't expect it. But I don't mind if you use it.\"\n\nBarry’s ears perked right back up, and his smile returned, brighter than before.\n\nThe pair found the stream rather quickly. It was a little brook that meandered lazily between some rather large, moss-covered boulders. Julian dumped the pack on a flat rock and fished out the waterskins to be filled. No sooner had he turned around than he felt a sudden splash as Barry swatted a pawful of water in his direction.\n\n\"Hey!\" Julian shouted in amusement, the cool water a pleasant shock on his warm fur. Without a second thought, he retaliated, and a full-on water battle erupted between them, their laughter echoing through the quiet woods. They splashed and chased each other around the boulders, a joyful, unrestrained chaos of flying water and happy shrieks.\n\nAs they finally calmed down, soaked and breathless, Barry spoke up. \"Might as well get out of those wet pants,\" he said, wiping water from his eyes. \"I thoroughly got you soaked.\" He looked at Julian with a wry, mischievous smile.\n\nJulian shook his head, a genuine smile on his own face. \"You planned that, didn't you? Just to get me out of my clothes.\" He poked Barry gently in the ribs. \"Little scamp.\"\n\n\"Whatever d'ya mean?\" Barry asked, the picture of innocence, as Julian stripped out of his wet pants and placed them on the rock next to the pack to dry in the sun. His underclothes were just as wet, making it easy for him to rationalize taking them off as well. Maybe he’d get teased about his small dick again, but he’d rather they dry out than stay damp and uncomfortable.\n\nWhile Julian may not have felt anxious about being seen naked, he thought back to Barry's suggestion this morning about wanting to maybe do more than just be naked. He felt his little spike of a manhood beginning to rise at the thought.\n\nBarry, now that they were alone, did indeed seem interested in escalating things. He looked up at Julian with his big amber eyes and asked, \"Do you mind if I touch your big balls?\" He was clearly nervous, but only in the same way that a child is nervous to touch a birthday present before his parents say he can. The cougar seemed so much smaller than Julian now, his slender frame and kittenish features making him look younger and more vulnerable. Julian, shamefully, remembered the times he used to pick on smaller boys because they were easy targets, and felt a jab of guilt.\n\nHe just nodded his head, giving Barry permission, but keeping a close watch on his face, making sure that boundary lines didn’t become blurred again. Interested or not, he was still larger than the young cougar and he didn’t want to accidentally scare or hurt his new friend.\n\nBarry moved in close without hesitation, his small kitten paws hefting Julian's ample sack. \"They really are so big,\" he whispered in awe, his eyes wide as he gently explored the rabbit's now very exposed testicles.\n\nJulian couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the cougar's interest. He had always been so shy and defensive of his small cock, but the cat's unwavering interest in his big balls made him feel powerful again, in a different way. \"You really think so?\" he asked, trying to keep the tremor of excitement out of his voice.\n\n\"I thought maybe it was all white fluff at first,\" Barry admitted, his paws kneading gently at Julian's balls, \"but they are really big in there.\" He seemed to consider for a moment. \"Maybe they are even bigger than Marv's. Yours are really heavy.\"\n\nJulian’s arousal grew along with his cock. It rose, reaching its full 3-inch length, and swung around slightly as the kitten continued to paw at his balls. Julian felt a bit of precum rising up from inside before he saw it dribbling out. Dribbles of it coating his little shaft and dripping down over Barry's paw.\n\n\"Whoa! Are you peeing?\" Barry asked, blinking in surprise. He seemed to not know about precum at all.\n\nJulian chuckled, a breathy, unsteady sound. \"No, no, I'm not. I'm just... you're making me feel really good.\" He moaned a bit as the kitten continued kneading. \"It's the stuff that comes out before you... you know, squirt cum.” He hoped he wasn’t losing his mind, saying these things, but the feeling of Barry caressing his balls was too intense to ignore.\n\n\"Oh, yeah,\" Barry's tone took on the note of someone who maybe didn’t really understand what he was saying, but was playing along. \"There's so much of it too.\" He reached out a tentative paw, while still keeping his other one firmly on Julian's sack, and touched the rabbit’s hardness gently. \"Mine gets really hard like this too, but it doesn't leak.\"\n\nJulian looked down, and sure enough, the cougar was also sporting his own erection poking out from under his sheath. It was just as big as Julian's, but where Julian’s was smooth with a blunt little head at the tip, Barry's was covered with little spines, just like the griffin’s had been, and tapered almost to a point. A true barbed spike.\n\nThe cougar guided his hips, pressing his erection against Julian's. The two shafts were nearly identical in size, Barry’s more aggressive barbs scraping gently against the smooth skin of Julian’s cock. Julian gasped as another burp of precum oozed out over the two cocks as Barry rubbed them together. \"It feels so nice and slippery,\" he said, his voice full of wonder. \"I wish I made precum too.\"\n\n\"What? No!\" Julian said, feeling a sudden wave of affection for the young cub. \"I mean... you will. Soon, I think. But you can... you can borrow mine anytime, if you want.\" He was lost in a wave of lust as he reached out with his larger paw and gripped both shafts together, stroking them gently as one.\n\nBarry let out a soft purring sound as he felt their cocks being stroked together, the sensations amplified by the smooth glide of Julian's precum coating them both. \"That feels so good,\" he whispered, his voice tight with pleasure. \"Better than when I do it by myself.\"\n\nAn idea sprang to Julian's mind, shocking even himself with how bold and outlandish it was. \"Can I try something else?\" he asked tentatively, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. \"It might feel... even better.\" He offered, hoping to sweeten the deal.\n\nBarry, lost in a haze of pleasure and curiosity, just nodded between purring moans, his eyes half lidded and dazed. Julian gently dropped down to his knees on the soft, mossy ground. The rabbit didn't even mind the damp dirt on his fur, in his eagerness to try this new sensation.\n\nBarry looked down at Julian, his curiosity mingled with just a hint of anxiety as the rabbit held the young cougar’s hips, grasping them firmly, and pulled the kitten's sheath towards his face. Julian was unfazed by the little barbs, he had experienced them once already. And then he leaned in and gently licked the very tip of Barry's spike, lapping up his precum that had gathered there.\n\n\"But... your stuff is all over it,\" Barry protested weakly, his voice tight with a mixture of worry and desire.\n\nJulian just muttered, \"Tastes good,\" and then, with a sudden boldness, he popped the entire length of the kitten’s spike into his mouth, sucking on it gently. It didn't compare to Lars's larger, more intimidating member, but the feel of a hard cock in his mouth felt so right, so strangely perfect, even if it was small. The taste of the precum mingled with sweat, which tasted sweet to his tongue, mixing together into a heady, intoxicating cocktail.\n\nBarry was lost in sensation, his eyes fluttering closed as he gasped and moaned softly, his hips twitching with each pull of Julian's lips and tongue. The rabbit experimented, swirling his tongue around the spike, and was rewarded with a soft, needy whine from the young cougar.\n\n\"Something's happening,\" Barry moaned, his voice tight and strained. He grasped Julian's ears as if to stop him, but Julian knew better. He knew that feeling, that intense, overwhelming sensation of ecstasy that bordered on pain. \"I think...,\" the little cougar seemed confused, his brow furrowed as he tried to put a name to the feeling. \"I think... I need to pee.\"\n\nJulian knew exactly what was happening and he was determined to see it through. He wanted to reassure the cub, to tell him that it was okay, but he also didn't want to stop, not now. He just redoubled his efforts, his tongue dancing over the barbed length of Barry's small cock, coaxing it to release.\n\nBarry's efforts to stop him quickly turned into involuntary thrusts as the kitten's body took over, instinctively knowing what to do. Julian relaxed his jaw, allowing the young cougar to use his mouth, letting the little kitten fuck his face with abandon. \"Something's coming!\" was all Barry could muster as Julian felt the throbbing pulses of the cougar's cock in his mouth, the shaft fighting to eject the cum that wasn't there. The little spike repeatedly pumped against the roof of Julian's mouth, nearly gagging him as it sought release.\n\nIt only took a few brief moments, and then it was over. Barry pulled himself away, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with shock. \"Did I... did I pee in your mouth?\" he asked, his voice small and scared.\n\nJulian rushed to his feet, desperate to reassure the frightened cub. \"No, no!\" He hugged the trembling kitten in his arms, stroking his back gently. \"That was amazing,\" he whispered, nuzzling the soft fur between Barry's ears. \"You just had your first cum. And I loved it. Thank you.\"\n\n\"I did?\" Barry asked, his voice full of wonder. \"It was amazing,\" he repeated, his voice shy and quiet.\n\nAs they stood there, their embrace growing more and more intimate, Julian felt their hard members rubbing against each other, his own leaking copious amounts of precum, smearing the slippery fluid between them.\n\nJulian's mind was still reeling now that his initial concern for the cub had subsided. He released the cougar from his embrace and leaned against a mossy boulder, his own member aching for release. The ache of his hole, which had been throbbing dully since his encounter with the griffon, now flared back to life, demanding attention.\n\nBarry, still smiling broadly, looked down at his hard feline cock, as if in amazement at the new sensations it could produce. He also noted the smears of Julian's precum that had formed in the cleft between his belly and sheath. The young cougar tentatively reached down with one paw, collecting a bit of the fluid on his fingers, and then brought it up to his mouth, grimacing a bit as if expecting the worst. But as the flavor hit his tongue, his eyes brightened, his tail swishing wildly. \"It actually tastes kind of good,\" he said, clearly surprised. \"Weird, but good.\"\n\nHis amber eyes then locked onto Julian's throbbing bunny cock, and Julian could practically see the gears turning in Barry's head. The cougar took a hesitant step forward, kneeling down in front of the rabbit's leaking member. He eyed it warily, clearly eager but also nervous.\n\nJulian, seeing the uncertainty in Barry's eyes, offered a suggestion. \"Maybe you could try just a little lick?\" he said softly, encouragingly. He held his breath, waiting for the cub to make his choice.\n\nBarry seemed to be trying to build up the courage to take Julian into his mouth. In the anticipation of the moment, he could feel another glob of precum working its way up his shaft. It poured out rather than dribbled this time, the clear fluid coursing down his shaft and soaking into the white fur that surrounded his balls.\n\nThat seemed to tip Barry over the edge, and instead of Julian's shaft, Barry lapped at Julian's furry nuts, tending to them with a kitten’s eagerness. \"nmmmm\" was the only sound the cougar made as he lapped eagerly at Julian's balls, drinking up the slippery fluid like a kitten tasting milk for the first time.\n\nThe cat's rough tongue felt amazing on Julian's sensitive sac, sending shivers up his spine. His instincts were screaming at him to grab the cat's ears, to pry open his mouth, and to fuck his face with his throbbing bunny cock. But somehow, Julian willed himself to let the cat explore at his own pace. All the while, more precum seemed to ooze out in a now steady flow.\n\n\"So that's what you two are up to.\"\n\nNeither of the pair had heard Marv approaching, either a testament to the bovine's ability to move through the wilderness stealthily or how lost they were in exploring each other's bodies. They froze, suddenly acutely aware of their exposed state.\n\n\"Lars sent me to find out what was taking so long,\" the young bull said, watching them intently from a few paces away. His loincloth tented as his eyes rove over the pair, drinking in the sight of them.\n\nBarry was the first of the two to react, scrambling to his feet, though the cloud of lust still fogging his brain made his movements slow and uncoordinated. He stammered out a quick, \"It's not what it looks like!\" But his voice was not very convincing, a weak attempt to hide their play.\n\nMarv's wry smile was enough to prove that he wasn't buying it. \"So what exactly is going on then?\" he asked, a hint of teasing laughter in his voice.\n\nJulian, for his part, was still a bit lost in the heat of the moment. He unconsciously reached down and began to paw at his throbbing bunny cock, stroking it gently, his eyes half-lidded with desire.\n\nBut Barry was already committed to the lie. He attempted to cover his own erect kitten cock behind a paw as he spoke, stuttering over his words. \"You see... we accidentally ate some Horny Goat's Weed. You know how that drives the ferals wild. And…\"\n\nHis voice cut off as Marv untied his loincloth, letting it fall to the ground and exposing his own very erect spear of bull flesh. Oh my gods, Julian thought, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Marv's manhood. It was massive, compared to their own diminutive flesh, the thick shaft veined and glistening with sweat in the dappled sunlight. His balls, heavy and pendulous, swung between his legs, a hypnotic, pendulum motion that had Julian's mouth watering.\n\n\"Is that right?\" Marv said, a playful, mocking smile on his face. \"Seems I must have 'accidentally' ate that bitter weed myself.\" He shifted his hips from side to side, and his hardon swayed hypnotically in response.\n\nJulian was already moving, his body acting before his brain had a chance to catch up. He dropped to his knees in front of the bull and reached out with one paw, grasping Marv's impressive cock firmly. It was easily twice the length and width of his own meager member, and the sight of it, the smell, sent Julian into a heady, spinning haze of lust. His paw was still slick with his own precum, which helped it slide over the veiny, throbbing shaft with ease.\n\nMarv seemed to know what he was doing, his movements more confident and practiced. He tugged on one of Julian's big ears, a playful tease, as he instructed, his voice husky with barely contained desire, \"Might go easier if you got it even wetter. Just watch those buck teeth of yours, bun-bun.\"\n\nJulian felt Barry kneel on the soft ground beside him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the look on the young cougar's face—the wide, curious eyes, the mouth agape as he watched Julian slide Marv's cock in and out of his mouth, working the wet, slippery flesh with his tongue.\n\n\"Wow,\" Barry breathed, a hint of awe in his voice. \"You can really fit it all in, can't you?\"\n\nThat only encouraged Julian to try to swallow Marv's cock as deep as he could manage. He felt the pointy tip press against the back of his throat, felt his muscles strain and protest against the invasion, and had to pull off to catch his breath.\n\nBarry, recovering himself, looked at Julian with something close to admiration in his amber eyes. \"Ummm... can I try too, JuJu?\" If Julian wasn't already so far gone, so horned up and eager, he might have laughed at the fact that Barry was asking him for permission, and not Marv.\n\nBut as it was, Julian just nodded, a sudden, desperate urge to share this overwhelming pleasure overtaking him. He pointed Marv's spit-covered cock towards Barry's eager mouth, watching with heady anticipation as the kitten’s maw opened wide.\n\nMarv's cock looked even larger framed against the small, pink tongue of the young cougar, his impressive girth stretching Barry's cheeks. Barry cautiously flicked his tongue over the tapered tip, once again with that same look of uncertainty and trepidation, as if he expected the worst. But after a moment, he seemed to relax, his eyes fluttering closed as he mimicked Julian's earlier movements, sliding the slick, wet flesh into his mouth with a soft groan. He nearly matched Julian’s earlier attempt, only sputtering and coughing as the large bull’s vein covered length triggered his gag reflex.\n\n\"Take it slow. Don't choke,\" Marv advised, his voice tight with desire, but mildly concerned as well.\n\nJulian’s need drove him forward, pushing him to swallow the teen’s tasty cock again. He felt a flash of guilt, realizing that maybe he was being a little greedy, but the sharp, pungent scent of Marv's arousal was overwhelming, blotting out any rational thought.\n\nBut Barry didn't seem to mind. Instead, he seemed just as eager to please, his tongue lapping Marv's balls, the rough texture making the bull hiss in pleasure. \"Oh fuck,\" Marv groaned, his hand coming down to rest on the back of the young cougar’s head, tangling gently in his mane. \"That rough tongue feels amazing on my sack, Bare.\"\n\nJulian could feel Marv's legs begin to quiver under the dual onslaught, and eased back just in time to avoid being knocked over as the bovine collapsed to the ground, his knees giving out from under him. He looked up at Julian, a dazed, almost drugged expression on his face. \"That was almost too much,\" he said, though he didn't sound particularly upset about it. \"I need to sit down,\" he said, even as he was already sitting on the soft, damp earth, his back against an old log.\n\nMarv's cock bounced in the air, twitching in time with his racing heartbeat, and Barry was quick to grasp it in one paw, gripping Julian's own erection in the other, as if comparing the two. \"Marv's doesn't make nearly as much of that…,\" he paused, clearly searching for the right word, \"...cock honey as yours, JuJu.\"\n\nJulian gasped, his hips twitching as the kitten gently tugged on his shaft. Barry, clearly intrigued by the difference, swapped hands, using Julian's precum to slick Marv's cock, which caused the older male to gasp and buck his hips. That gave Julian an idea…\n\nOne that he was too far gone, too desperate, to deny himself now.\n\nJulian took his own member in his paw, collecting as much of the abundant precum as he could, and then reached back, rubbing the slippery mess on his twitching tailhole, feeling it ease the way with every stroke. His need was now, his body's frantic, desperate plea impossible to ignore any longer. There was no way he was going to be denied what he needed.\n\n\"Lean back, Marv,\" Julian said, his voice low and tight. \"I know you're going to like this.\"\n\nThe bovine looked up at him, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but he obeyed, leaning back against the log on his elbows. Barry, still not quite understanding what was going on, looked confused. \"What'ya gonna do?\" the cougar asked. Julian didn't answer, didn't explain, he just… moved.\n\nHe grabbed Marv's cock in his paw, angling it just right, and then, his heart hammering against his ribs, he squatted down over the prone bovine, flicking his cotton tail up and exposing his hole to Marv. With a deep breath, he slowly began to lower himself onto the thick, pulsing shaft.\n\nThe tip, slippery with his own precum and Marv's leaking arousal, slid easily into him, stretching him deliciously wide as he continued to sink down, taking more of the impressive length with each inch. Both Marv and Julian moaned, the sensations overpowering, but Barry could only stare, watching with wide, bewildered eyes as his friend squatted over the older male, their bodies joined, hips pressing flush against each other.\n\nAs Julian began to move, rolling his hips, the only sounds in the little clearing were the ragged pants and moans of the rutting males. Barry was momentarily forgotten, left to watch, unsure of his role in this sudden, intense encounter.\n\nJulian felt a sudden rush of relief as he bottomed out on Marv's cock, finally feeling some solace for the itch he couldn't scratch. The bull gripped Julian's hips, his hands a brand on the rabbit's pale skin, and ground into him from below, his hips pumping in short, sharp thrusts.\n\n\"Gods, you're so tight,\" Marv hissed, his voice tight with pleasure and desire. Julian could only moan in response, the sensation of being filled, of being used, overwhelming.\n\nBut as he shifted, trying to find a better position, he lost his balance, rolling backwards and landing with his tail planted firmly on Marv's sweaty belly. The sudden shift in position had Julian gasping, his hole clamping down around the invading cock.\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" groaned Julian, his toes curling as he tried to find some purchase on the slippery rock. His insides twisted at the new angle, the hard thickness rubbing against a sensitive spot that had him seeing stars.\n\nNow Barry could see how they were connected, his amber eyes wide, but not in shock or disgust. \"He's in your butt!\" he squeaked, clearly bewildered. But he didn't seem turned off by the idea, based on how hard his little kitten spike still was. He seemed more intrigued, curious, as he knelt down between Marv's sprawled legs and gently hefted Julian's sack out of the way, peering at the place where they joined.\n\n\"I didn't know you could do that,\" Barry whispered, his voice full of wonder. Julian could have wept, the feeling of fullness, the way Marv's thick cock seemed to fill him up and stretch him impossibly wide, was exquisite.\n\nWith a sudden move, Barry turned his attention to Julian's flopping cock, which was, by now, leaking copious amounts of precum, droplets sliding down his shaft to be lost in the crisp fur of his belly. The young cougar pounced on the leaking member, his small pink tongue darting out to lick at the pearl of precum gathered on the tip before sucking the sensitive head into his warm, wet mouth.\n\nIt was too much for Julian to handle: Marv's thick cock slamming into him from below, and Barry's rough kitten tongue teasing the sensitive head of his cock. The dual sensations built, the pressure in his belly coiling tighter and tighter until, with a sudden, desperate cry of, \"Oh gods, I'm cumming!\" he exploded into Barry's eager mouth.\n\nHis orgasm flashed through him, a blinding, white-hot pleasure that seemed to go on and on, his tailhole clamping down on the thick cock buried inside him, his spurts of cum shooting into Barry's mouth. Julian vaguely felt bad for not explaining what cum was to the kitten or how much he tended to produce, but the sight of Barry’s eyes rolling back in bliss as he sucked and swallowed, seemed to indicate that the cougar was enjoying himself just fine.\n\nMarv wasn't far behind, Julian could feel the throbbing pulses of the older male's cock inside him, the hot spurts of his release painting the walls of Julian’s convulsing hole. He cried out, his hips bucking wildly, the sheer force of his climax sending Julian flying higher, his own aftershocks of pleasure mingling with the bull’s.\n\nThe trio collapsed into a sweaty, panting heap on the bank of the small stream, their bodies glistening under the afternoon sun. Julian's thoughts seemed to flee, scattered by the intense pleasure, leaving only a warm, wonderful void in their place. He could have lain there, sprawled out and boneless, for the rest of the day, but after several minutes, the need to clean up had them all kneel in the chilly water, washing the evidence of their tryst from their flushed, sticky bodies.\n\nThe only one who didn't seem exhausted was Barry, who vibrated with energy, his eyes bright and sparkling. \"That was amazing, you guys!\" he exalted, treading water next to a boneless, drifting Julian. \"Marv, you've got such a big cock! And Julian, you just… just stuck it in you like it was nothing! And there was so much of that honey… how did you fill my mouth so much? I could barely swallow it all!\" He laughed, splashing water at the groaning, exhausted rabbit. \"And did Marv squirt like that in your butt too?\"\n\nJulian was a bit too boneweary to answer all of Barry's questions. It was Marv who chimed in to save him. \"We better be getting back,\" he said, wading out of the stream. \"Remember, I was sent to collect you two for lunch.\"\n\n\"I don't know if I could eat anything else,\" Barry quipped, rubbing his belly with a satisfied air. Then he let out a loud, surprisingly deep belch. \"Well, I guess I've got room for more now,\" he declared, which left Marv and Julian in an uproar of laughter, their earlier exhaustion forgotten for a moment.\n\n\"You alright there, bun-bun?\" Marv asked, offering a hand to help Julian out of the water. He seemed genuinely concerned that he might have taken things too far.\n\nJulian gripped the bull's hand and hauled himself up onto the bank. \"Thank you,\" he said, his voice sincere. \"And I don't mean for the hand up. I really… needed that.\"\n\nJulian put his underclothes and pants back on while Marv strapped his loincloth back around his waist. \"We better get back before my brother starts looking for us,\" Marv said, and the three of them started their trek back.\n\n\"Lead the way, Bare,\" Marv gestured for Barry to lead the way back to the clearing with the Elm tree. The new nickname seemed appropriate, and Barry, ever the performer, gave his bare butt a little shimmy and flicked his tail for them to follow, a silent invitation to adventure.\n\nAs they walked, a profound sense of peace settled over Julian. He looked at the two cubs walking beside him, a goofy, naked cougar and a sturdy, kindhearted bull. A week ago, he would have sneered at them, dismissed them as crude and beneath him. Now… now they were his friends. He had never really had friends before, not like this. There were the children of his father’s associates, of course, but those relationships were all carefully orchestrated, built on a foundation of status and convenience.\n\nThese two were different. They were younger than him, far below his social standing, but they were his friends. Intimate friends. Friends he could share almost anything with—his fears, his shame, even his body—and not feel judged. He had been so angry at his father for forcing him on this trip, for thrusting him into the harsh, unforgiving wilderness. But now, in the quiet hum of the forest, surrounded by these strange, wonderful new companions, he was beginning to feel profoundly, astonishingly lucky.\n\nAnd for the first time in his sheltered, pampered life, Julian Avern actually felt happy.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Taking Aim and Finding Honey


As their bodies warmed under the tentative rays of the rising sun, the assembled Scouts relaxed, enjoying a newfound sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. Now with bathing out of the way, they took a moment to bask, not unlike a group of young seals taking a break from their aquatic games.

Lars and Ryst honor finished their own bathing, the priest's body glistening powerfully, each muscular ripple casting sharp shadows in the bright new light. No one hid their nudity now. The cold water had done its job, and the boys' previously sprightly members now hung low, withered like pruned branches.

As Ryst emerged from the water, Julian couldn't help but stare at the priest's once hidden features. The dark-furred gorilla was certainly a mountain of pure power, his chest and upper body the picture of absolute humanoid musculature, sculpted by experience and discipline. Even the muscles in his back, graced with the silvered fur of a man of his age, rippled as he moved.

But it was the sight of Ryst's manhood that captured Julian's gaze—a surprisingly small member for a male of his size, virtually lost within the thick patch of fur surrounding it. Humanoid in appearance, with a long foreskin not entirely unlike a sheath that protected the hidden tip. Julian thought back to his own minute member, which, in spite of the cold water, began to harden. Reason dictated that not everyone was endowed with huge equipment, but somehow, the young noble thought it a tragedy that the masculine priest was not prominently hung.

To his credit, Ryst seemed oblivious to the boys' stares, acting as if he were alone in his quarters, rather than emerging in all his glory before his charges. He returned their studying gazes with nothing more than a stoic, almost challenging glower.

"Alright, lads," Ryst instructed, voice booming, "we have clothes to tend to." He gestured to the scattered heap of filthy garments from the day before. "You cannot expect to maintain proper well-being without well-maintained attire. What survives the wear of the wild must be treated with proper care."

He began to separate the clothing into two piles: linen and leather. "Wet the linen well," he said, scooping up a handful of cloth, "and then lay it bare on the rocks to dry. Rub in here," he demonstrated, "with a stiff brush to loosen much of the dirt. You must be careful not to scrub too hard or you may wear away the threads."

For leather and furs, Ryst advised a gentler approach. "First, brush off all the dirt and crust you can. Any salt or sweat will cause them to rot if left unwashed, so remove that with a damp cloth. Rubbing oil over it after washing will keep it from cracking."

The other boys, joining together in the common goal; assisting Julian as he had no experience tending to his own clothes like they did. They wouldn't let him fail or fall behind. They had accepted him, for now.

Working together to wash their clothes brought an easy camaraderie between the Scouts, the morning sun glinting off their bare shoulders and wet fur. Julian couldn't help but notice several of the boys' gazes drifting toward something that, until today, he had thought of only with shame.

His large balls seemed to capture their attention. They jostled with every slight movement, swinging like ripe persimmons from a low bough. Even he was looking at them now with new interest, his constant fretting over his modest manhood momentarily forgotten.

Only Lars's pendulous, leathery bull balls could rival Julian's in size. But everyone knew that males of bovine descent had massive testicles. Yet it was Lars's low-hanging sac that Julian's gaze kept snared by, more times than he was comfortable admitting.

He had even tasted the bull’s shaft just yesterday, the memory of its flaccid heft on his tongue making his cheeks burn. His mind kept wandering to the image of it stiff and ready, how it would feel in his hands, thrusting into his mouth, defiling him utterly. No, he knew he wouldn't just want to again if given the chance, he would plead.

Barry caught sight of Julian's conundrum and carefully positioned himself to block the other boys' view of his pink, erect member. "Seems it's got a mind of its own, doesn't it?" he whispered, grinning impishly.

Julian chuckled, genuinely chuckled. "Yeah," he admitted, "just wait until you're a teenager. Damn thing’ll rule your life half the time." He gave his hard-on a rueful glance, his previous concern for modesty now a distant, hazy memory.

Barry simply laughed. "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing yet! But," he said, lowering his voice, "we'll figure it out together, yeah?"

Julian gave Barry an impromptu pat on the arm, a gesture of unity and understanding. Maybe today wouldn't be so difficult after all.

The assembled Scouts, their clothes now either slung over the weathered dock railing or spread over the scraggly bushes, listened intently as Ryst outlined the plan for the rest of the day.

"Alright, boys," Ryst said, "we'll be splitting into two groups to learn different valuable skills." He gestured to himself. "I'll be taking Wade, Thumper, Digs, and Whisper on a true foraging expedition. We'll be searching for berries, nuts, wild herbs, and medicinal plants. I'll teach you how to determine poison from edible, and how to spot the safest, most nutritious options."

He pointed at Lars. "Lars, on the other hand, will be taking Marv, Barry, and Julian to teach them how to properly use a bow. With practice, you may even get the chance to find some small game to supplement our dwindling rations."

The young Scouts regarded each other with a mixture of excitement and shy anticipation. They quickly separated, each attending to their respective preparations for the coming lessons. Whiskers, however, approached Julian at his tent with a helpful suggestion.

"Hey, Julian," he began, fidgeting with his hands. "When we get back from our expedition, I can help you find some new tent poles. The ones holding up your tent now are actually too crooked to be of much use." He glanced away, then added, "I guess I should thank you for stealing mine yesterday."

Julian blinked, taken aback by Whiskers' unexpected kindness. They had not exactly been close before this moment, and yet here he was, offering genuine help and understanding. He nodded, a shy smile blooming on his face. "Uh, thanks, Whiskers. That would be great, actually."

With that, Whiskers scampered off to join the others preparing for the foraging, leaving a thoughtful Julian behind. The thoughts that had so consumed him merely a day ago now seemed laughable. Together, as a team, he felt they could overcome even the harshest of trials that the wilderness had to offer. Maybe with friends, life's path would indeed be easier.

The boys busied themselves with preparing for their hike. Julian joined Marv and Barry at the campfire, where they were filling their waterskins from a large metal pot that had been set there to boil. "Why not just fill it at the lake?" he asked, nodding toward the still water just beyond their tent circle.

Marv looked at him incredulously. "Did you miss everything yesterday?"

Barry chimed in, actual curiosity in his voice, "You were really out of it last night. Did you even hear what Ryst said?"

Julian felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment, but he couldn't very well tell them the truth about his run-in with the griffin. He simply nodded, hoping vaguely that they would drop the subject.

Marv took a deep breath, then launched into an explanation. "The lake water is still," he said, "unlike river water. We bathed and washed our clothes in it, so there are all kinds of things in it that could make us sick. Plus, there are lots of fish in the water. Ryst says that lake water can give you really bad stomach cramps if you drink it without boiling it first."

"Thanks," Julian replied, still feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful for the explanation.

With the task of filling waterskins complete, they hurried to the lake to put on their dried clothes. Julian was happy to see that the stains on his trousers had come out well. No more telltale crust of semen. But as he pulled on his trousers, he felt strange. He had become acclimated to being nude with the rest of the cubs and now felt oddly confined in his fabric prison.

Barry voiced his frustrations aloud as he tied his loincloth around his waist. "Would be a lot more fun staying naked," he grumbled.

Lars approached them. He was already dressed, a pack slung over his shoulder with two long, tapered staves strapped to his back. "Hurry and get dressed," he said matter-of-factly, gauging the reason for Barry's grumbles. "Trust me, you'll want the added protection of clothing in the forest if we encounter Poison Oak or a dangerous predator."

The picturesque woodland enveloped the four boys, a vibrant mosaic of lush greens, dappled shadows, and the soft rustle of foliage. Nursing a quiet sense of wonder, they hiked deeper into the murmur of the wilderness.

Marv and Lars led the way, their voices low and playful as brothers often are. Julian found himself marveling at the easy camaraderie they shared. Being an only child, Julian hadn’t known the bonds of siblings. He only witnessed it from afar, like today.

Their laughter and the gentle hum of insects filled the air, and for the first time in his life, Julian found himself savoring the peaceful stillness of nature. Without the bustling crowds and chaotic noise of the city, without the crushing weight of expectation and class, there was... calm. Serenity. The rigid bars of his gilded cage had been broken, and he was free to just... be.

Barry fell into step beside him, the pattern of their footfalls falling into a comfortable syncopation. The usually boisterous cougar seemed uncharacteristically reserved, his words few and far between. He kept glancing at Julian from the corner of his eye, gnawing on his lower lip.

Finally, he cleared his throat. "So, uh... Julian?" He fidgeted a bit, his tail twitching. "About this morning, when I sort of... grabbed your, um... your junk in the water? I just wanted to say... I'm really, really, really sorry."

Julian blinked, surprised. He recalled feeling Barry's paw cupping his ample ballsack, but the touch had been far from unwelcome. "Oh, um... no need to apologize, Barry," he said, attempting to set his friend at ease. "Honestly, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't mind."

Barry seemed to relax a bit, the tension in his shoulders lessening. Then, just as he seemed about to open up again, he closed his mouth and kicked at an errant rock with a sigh.

Julian couldn't help but be curious. "What's on your mind, Barry?" he prompted, hoping to make the feline feel more comfortable.

Barry glanced around, as if checking for eavesdroppers, then leaned in closer to Julian. He spoke quickly, stumbling over his words. "I wouldn't... What I mean is... I would like to... to touch them again sometime. If you're okay with that, I mean." His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his voice an urgent whisper.

Julian's eyes widened. He had never had anyone express such blatant interest in his most private parts. The thought of Barry, eyes full of wonder and desire, touching him so intimately... he had to swallow hard. "Uh... well... sure, Barry. If you want, sometime. I'm... I'm okay with that."

A broad, beaming smile broke across Barry's face, and he seemed to relax again, all his earlier tension dissipating like morning fog in the sunlight. For the moment at least, he was back to his more upbeat, boisterous self.

"I've got two older brothers," he volunteered, his voice lowering as if sharing a naughty secret. "They're twins. I know they do stuff together, you know, at night. When they think I'm asleep. And I've always wanted to try it, too, but they always say I'm too young." His ears drooped a little, tail flicking with disappointment.

Julian's mind reeled. Barry had just confirmed that his older siblings were engaging in intimate acts, and he seemed to be volunteering for something similar. And now he was looking at Julian like... like he expected him to know some secret, forbidden knowledge! He shifted awkwardly, trying to keep his face neutral.

"I mean, you're older, so you probably know all sorts of fun things we can try," Barry pressed, his tone turning wheedling.

Julian felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He had zero experience with any sort of sexual exploits, except for the traumatic, painfully arousing encounter with the griffin. That hardly counted, and he certainly wasn't about to bring it up.

"We can explore some things together," he managed weakly, the phrase echoing Barry's earlier statement at the lakeside. But the promise in his voice was enough to make Barry beam with excitement.

"I wonder if Marv and Lars have done some exploring together?" Barry said, nodding towards the brothers ahead. "I mean, they're brothers, right? They gotta be curious!"

Julian felt a second, sudden flush of warmth at the thought of the powerful, masculine brothers exploring each other's firm, muscular bodies. He gulped, trying to dispel the all-too-vivid images. He was saved from responding by the brothers themselves.

Marv turned to them and waved them forward. "Hey, slowpokes! We're not going to catch anything if we dawdle all day!"

With a final glance at each other, Julian and Barry jogging forward to join Marv and Lars, eager for the adventure to come, and perhaps something more, later that night.

The forest gave way to the warm, green embrace of a small clearing. At the center stood a lone elm tree, its trunk scarred by countless pock marks. Lars set down his pack and waved the group around him.

"Alright, listen up," he began, the hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Our target for today is to pepper this tree with as many arrows as possible."

Lars pulled out two slender staves from his bag, handing one to each of them. "This," he said, indicating the staves, "is your bow. It might look like it's just a slim quarterstaff, but it's much more than that." He proceeded to show them how to bend the stave, revealing the notched ends that would support the bowstring. His tone grew solemn. "But you need to remember one thing, especially you, Julian - keep your bowstring dry. That means unstrung until you're about to use it."

Although the jibe toward him seemed a little pointed, Julian found himself riveted. In all his pampered life, he'd never had cause to learn how bows worked. Sure, he'd seen them on the city walls, but they were merely tools to him, instruments of war. He'd never considered the nuances or finesse that went into making one fire.

Lars passed around the bowstrings and demonstrated how to string them through the notches. Marv was quick to pick it up, while Barry struggled, his fingers too small and clumsy to manage it. Julian watched with mounting anxiety as Barry tried and failed twice, finally succeeding on the third attempt.

Under Lars's critical eye, they all took turns stringing the bow. Each attempt made more difficult by the careful precision required. When it was Julian's turn, his fingers fumbled, the bowstring slipping and squeaking against the wood. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

"You've got it," Lars chuckled good-naturedly, "just take your time. These things take practice." Julian felt the sting of shame, now knowing that even something as simple as this required skill and patience.

Lars efficiently took each bow, his large hands making the staves look like toys. With a few deft movements, he unstrung and restrung them again, ensuring the strings were perfectly aligned and the tension was correct. "Good. Good enough for practice, anyway." He then produced a bundle of a dozen simple arrows from his pack, their goose-feather fletching neat and uniform.

He set out instructing them, his voice practical and clear. "Alright, first, how to hold the arrow and pull the string." He demonstrated, nocking an arrow and drawing it back smoothly. "You see? The arrow rests on your hand, guided by your fingers. Your other hand hooks the string, not grips it. It's a pull from your back and shoulder, not just your arm." He relaxed the string. "And listen. You don't want to hold the string taut while you take careful aim like they say in the stories. That's just for drama. The only thing you'll do is wear out your arm so you'll only be good for one or two shots. A real archer draws and releases in one fluid movement."

"So, let's see what you have learned," he said, handing each of them an arrow. "We'll work on stances in a moment. For now, just show me how you hold the arrow and draw it. And whatever you do," he added, his gaze sweeping over them with sudden intensity, "don't point it at anyone. These may be simple arrowheads, but they can do a lot of damage."

Julian started to feel his mind reeling a bit at all the new information. It was so much more complex than he'd ever imagined. But as Lars guided him, he seemed to do fairly well, his movements clumsy but following the bull's instructions. He focused, listening intently, the desire not to fail outweighing his usual impatience.

Next came the stances. "Archery is about a stable base," Lars explained. He showed them how to stand, one foot forward to support the weight, the other angled behind to stabilize the body. "Your body is the platform for the weapon. If the platform is shaky, so is your shot."

He allowed each boy to try it while he moved among them, adjusting their footing. He moved behind Marv, squaring his brother's shoulders. He gently nudged Barry's foot back a few inches. Then he came to Julian.

Lars's large hands came to rest on Julian's waist, turning him slightly. "Open up your hips more," he instructed, his voice low and close. He then bent down, his hand sliding down to nudge Julian's foot wider, the other kicking his heel out to a better angle. Julian couldn't help but blush at the casual, firm way Lars manipulated his body. An unwelcome heat rushed through him, and he was profoundly thankful for his modest size, which allowed his growing arousal to be almost completely unseen within his trousers.

Lars, seemingly oblivious, stepped back and surveyed their forms. "Alright. Good enough. Let's try shooting," he announced, satisfied with their performance.

Julian thought the tree seemed too close. It was barely fifteen paces away, hardly a challenging target for someone of his… well, for anyone, he assumed. His confidence, unearned as it was, began to bubble back to the surface.

"I find it helps to have some motivation," Lars said, his eyes twinkling. "A little wager on your shots. So let's hear it, what should we be playing for?"

Marv, ever practical, was the first to speak. "We could play for rations! Winner gets an extra piece of dried meat tonight."

Lars shook his head. "That's a bad idea out here, little brother. Food is too important a thing to wager in the wilderness. You never risk something you can't afford to lose, and we can't afford to lose a single meal."

Barry's hand shot up, bouncing with excitement. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! For every shot you miss, you have to take off a piece of clothes!"

Lars just laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. "Barry, knowing you, you'd miss every shot on purpose just for the chance to be naked again by noon."

Julian, a smirk playing on his lips, saw an opportunity. "We could switch it," he challenged back, his voice more confident than it had been all morning. "Every hit shot means you get to tell someone else to remove an article of clothing."

Lars’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a broad grin spread across his face. He clapped Julian heartily on the back, a gesture of genuine approval that sent a jolt of pride through the rabbit. "That… that might just work! Never heard of 'strip-shooting' before, but Barry might just make every single shot this way now!"

With Julian blushing and Barry looking more determined than ever, the wager was set. Julian stepped aside to let Marv and Barry try first, allowing them to try the first few shots as Lars barked out their critiques.

Marv's shot was first, an errant arrow that sailed straight through the branches of the elm. Though he was nowhere close to the trunk of the tree, Lars praised him for his form.

Barry was next, eager as ever, but fumbled with the string. "Draw it back nice and slow," Lars prompted, and Barry tried, but the string sprang from his fingers before he could take aim. The arrow went sideways, barely missing the ground as it tumbled through the air.

Julian, watching both boys struggling, couldn't help but pity them. They both looked utterly helpless. When it was his turn, he stepped forward, the same arrogant smirk still plastered on his face. He held the arrow as high as his arm could reach, the same as he’d done as a young boy when he’d play with his toy swords. His stance was laughable, but he had the strength to pull the bow back.

Lars watched him and nodded in approval. "You might be a pampered little rabbit, Julian but at least your arms are good and strong. You have that."

Julian preened a bit under the bull’s praise and pulled the arrow back as far as he could, aiming at the tree. He let the arrow fly, and it went soaring through the air, completely missing the tree. The bolt landed in a neat arc about ten feet from where he'd been aiming, and he grumbled in frustration as the other boys snickered.

The boys continued to practice, eventually beginning to hit the tree with some regularity. Marv was the first to land a true hit. With a deep thunk, his arrow hit the trunk of the tree burying itself in the elm’s bark.

Marv was ecstatic, hooting his victory as Lars congratulated his brother. He pointed at Barry, who grumbled good-naturedly, "Somehow, I knew you'd pick me first." The cougar shrugged his shirt off over his head, revealing his lithe, slim chest. A pang of envy shot through Julian as he looked at Barry's more defined figure. He even regretted his daily intake of sweet breads after the evening meal. Well, only a little bit.

Marv's win seemed to boost Barry's confidence. The cougar stepped up again, this time shooting with more focused intention. His shot arced through the air and struck the tree high on the trunk, bounced off a knot, and landed between two outstretched roots, wedging itself between them.

"It counts! It counts!" Barry whooped. Pointing decisively at Julian.

Lars laughed at Barry's jubilant outburst, nodding. "Yeah, I'll allow it. But only this once." He turned his teasing gaze to Julian. "Alright, bun-bun, lose the top."

Julian sighed and pulled his own tunic over his head, joining the growing ranks of topless boys. Lars’s earlier comment about his strength bolstered him somewhat despite knowing he was the pudgier of the three boys. The cool air against his skin made him shiver. His own topless form did little to help his own aim, but Lars stepped in to offer some more pointers.

"You're twisting your shoulder as you release the arrow," he explained, nudging Julian's back with his hand. "That's why all your shots are going left. Pull it back straight, like you're trying to touch your shoulder blades together."

Julian focused on Lars's instructions, trying to ignore the warmth of the bull's hand on his fur. It was still a shock to have such direct physical contact with anyone other than his family. He tried again, focusing on the pull of the string, and released a shot that finally struck the trunk of the tree with a hollow thud. It was more buried in the bark at the left-most fringe of the tree, but a hit nonetheless.

"Much better," Lars said with a nod, and Julian felt a jolt of pride at the bull’s approval. He almost forgot the wager, his own sense of accomplishment enough of a reward. He almost forgot until Barry's gleeful shout of, "Strip, Marv, strip!" jolted him back to reality.

“Hey, I Haven’t picked yet,” Julian said sheepishly. “But I do pick you Marv.”

Marv grinned and stripped off his tunic, laughing. He was, by far, the most developed of the three. His arms were more muscled than Barry's or Julian's, and he made a little show of flexing them before tossing his tunic into the growing pile.

"Showoff," Julian muttered under his breath, but he couldn't deny that he appreciated the spectacle. He averted his gaze, a blush creeping up his neck.

Marv's next shot hit more solidly than his last, sinking deep into the bark. "Trousers, Barry!" he shouted triumphantly. The cougar only giggled and shimmied out of his pants, leaving him in just his loincloth. He strutted around the clearing, seemingly unbothered by his near-nudity. Lars was laughing boisterously at their antics. "I should use this tactic all the time from now on!" he boomed. "You boys are learning quickly!"

Barry's next shot also hit its mark. "Marv! Pants!" he yelled, and the large bovine again made a show of taking off his pants, revealing strong, muscular legs. Julian caught Barry tugging absentmindedly at his own loincloth more than once, his eyes fixed on Marv's form.

Julian’s turn came again. Focusing on Lars's advice, he pulled back, aimed, and released. The arrow flew true, the shaft piercing the bark right next to his first shot. However, it was a more solid and much more satisfying hit.

A new, bold confidence surged through him. "This time," he announced, his voice ringing with newfound authority, "I choose Lars."

The clearing went quiet. Lars, who had been laughing moments before, stopped, his expression unreadable. "Hey," he protested, "I'm not part of the wager."

Marv stepped forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. "He's got you there, brother," he said, clapping Lars on the shoulder. "You said we got to choose who stripped down, but you didn't say it had to be only one of us three."

The chiding from his younger brother seemed to work. A wry smile touched Lars's lips. "Fine," he conceded, pulling his tunic over his head. "You win this round, JuJu." He removed his tunic to reveal a powerful, scarred torso, a roadmap of battles fought and won. He puffed out his chest, a playful arrogance in his stance. "Guess you guys need to see a real man's body as motivation."

As the tension in the clearing lessened, the boys fell into a comfortable rhythm of shooting and stripping. Julian, though still smarting from Lars's earlier jibe, found a quiet satisfaction in his victory. For once, he had won without relying on force or manipulation—well, maybe a little manipulation. And he was, for the moment, still the most clothed of the bunch.

Marv's next shot also struck true. "Barry!" he called out, a playful glint in his eye. "Loincloth, please."

Barry, far from being embarrassed, seemed to revel in the attention. He whipped off his loincloth and aimed it at Marv's head, shouting, "First one naked! First one naked!" He did a little celebratory dance, his sheath bouncing with each jubilant bounce. He acted as if he had won.

His turn with the bow was equally successful, the arrow sailing through the air and striking the tree with a solid thud. "Alright, bull," he said, turning to Lars. "Lose the pants."

By now, Lars was fully into the game. He struggled to get out of his trousers, the leather clinging to his muscular thighs, his laughter making the task even more difficult. He nearly tripped at one point, his cheeks reddening with amusement.

Julian, still clad in his trousers, felt a telltale tingling in his gut. His excitement at seeing Lars strip was almost too much for him to handle.

"I've got one left, but a good adventurer knows to not be completely unarmed at any time.” Lars held up his last arrow. "Alright," he declared, "now we have to gather our arrows." He gestured to Barry and Marv. "Why don't you two get the ones that flew past the tree? Julian and I will get these ones."

As Julian and Lars approached the tree, a cold knot of apprehension tightened in Julian's gut. It was only yesterday that this same bull had held him down and pissed in his mouth. The memory, sharp and acrid, made him flinch. But Lars had been… different today. Friendly, even. The fear began to recede, replaced by a tentative curiosity.

"So, Prince JuJu," Lars began, his voice a low rumble as he easily yanked an arrow from the tree. His biceps flexed under the strain, and Julian found his eyes drawn to the powerful movement. "You're starting to make friends now, huh?"

Julian grunted, wrestling with an arrow that refused to budge. The wood seemed to have swallowed it whole. "I wish you wouldn't call me that," he muttered, straining. "But yeah… the other guys aren't so bad after all."

"Don't twist the arrow," Lars instructed, stepping closer. "You'll break the shaft." He demonstrated, his large hand enveloping Julian's. "You just need to tilt it along the breadth of the arrowhead. Let the arrow come back out the same way it went in." He guided Julian’s hand, and the arrow slid free.

A small spark of satisfaction lit within Julian. When he wasn't fighting every suggestion, things were easier.

"Good," the bull encouraged him. "It's just like fucking. No need to break the shaft by forcing it. You just gotta work the tip." Julian's breath hitched. The muscular form of the bull was suddenly closer than before, his scent, earthy and masculine, filling Julian's senses. "But I'm guessing you know a thing or two about that already," Lars continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I could smell cum on you when you came back from your hike last night."

Panic exploded in Julian’s chest, a supernova of terror. His thoughts scattered in a million directions at once. He knows. He knows what the griffon did. Shame, hot and acidic, flooded every inch of his body, a poison ivy rash on his soul. His mouth went dry.

"I… I…," he stammered, words failing him. "I don't know what you mean." His denial sounded weak even to his own ears.

Lars loomed over him, a shadow against the sun, his expression unreadable. "That's true. You don't know about fucking," he seemed to leer. "But I bet you know all about getting fucked."

The world tilted. The air grew thick, heavy. Julian was trapped, an animal caught in a snare. Lars was too close, a mountain of muscle and accusation. Fight or flight? His instincts screamed both at once. Flee, run, escape this clearing, this city, this life. But another part of him, a new, harder part forged in the crucible of yesterday’s humiliation, wanted to fight. To deny. To lash out.

He sent his paw out, a clumsy, desperate shove meant to create space, to push the larger male away. His fingers met a wall of hard, unyielding muscle that was Lar’s abdomen, the rough texture of Lars's loincloth scratching against his palm. He faltered, his strength failing him, his will crumbling under the weight of his secret.

And then Lars laughed. Not a cruel, malevolent sound. It was a hearty, booming laugh, filled with genuine mirth that echoed through the clearing.

The tension snapped. "Relax, bun-bun," Lars chuckled, clapping Julian on the back with a hand that nearly sent him to his knees. "I'm just messing with you. What you do with your bunny tail is your business."

Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, caged bird. He managed a shaky laugh in return, wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on his trousers. "Oh, uh… thanks, Lars."

The bull’s teasing was rough, a barbed hook, but it wasn't the damning accusation Julian had feared. He glanced over at Lars, who was now nonchalantly retrieving the last of the arrows, a playful, mischievous glint in his eye. Julian’s terror melted away, replaced by a strange, hesitant camaraderie.

He felt, with a rush of warmth, that he was well on his way to becoming a true adventurer. He had learned to shoot a bow, and he had learned how to be a friend. He had even learned, albeit painfully, how to be humiliated and assaulted without letting it break him. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

"But, really you do need to learn how to lighten-up," Lars repeated, his tone softening from teasing to something more earnest. "Not everyone is out to get you, y'know." Lars looked at Julian again, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to solve a particularly tricky puzzle. And then he did something completely unexpected. "I suppose," he said, the words coming out slowly, "it's partly my fault too. I'm sorry I was a bit too rough on you that first day."

Julian just stared at the large bull in amazement, his paw frozen mid-motion as it absentmindedly attempted to pull out another arrow. He couldn't have heard that right. An apology? From Lars?

"You were just so insufferable, I lost my patience," Lars continued, his gaze direct and sincere. "I hope you forgive me." And he meant it. Julian could see it in the bull’s eyes. But why was he apologizing? Julian was being an ass yesterday. He deserved everything he got… didn't he?

"It's okay," Julian managed, his voice barely a squeak. His mind was racing, trying to put the pieces together. "I… I did kind of deserve it." And with that admission, some more pieces seemed to click into place in his mind, forming a clearer, more painful picture. "I mean, I was hurt that my father forced this on me and I was… lashing out."

They worked in silence at the last couple of arrows, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the soft thump of the shafts being placed on the ground. Lars seemed to sense that the rabbit needed some time to process, a quiet space to navigate this new, unfamiliar terrain of mutual understanding.

Julian finally worked the last arrow free, his gaze fixed on the grain of the wood. He had to ask. He had to know. He turned to Lars, his voice small but steady. "Did he really pay you to…," he struggled for the right word, the one that truly captured the depth of his fear. "…break me?"

"Well," Lars thought for a moment, his gaze distant as he replayed the conversation with Lord Avern in his head. "He really just paid me to make sure you got home safely. But he did make it clear that he wanted you to learn to quit being such a brat. And maybe toughen you up a bit."

Lars turned to Julian, his expression serious, and placed his large hands on the rabbit's shoulders. The difference in their sizes was made much more apparent when they were close like this, Julian’s entire frame seeming to shrink under the bull’s touch. "He really does want to make sure you are safe. And he certainly didn't pay me to put my dick in your mouth. So that's why I'm apologizing."

"Thank you," Julian whispered, the words barely audible. He could feel the stinging prickle of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. This was too honest, too direct. It was more genuine concern than anything his father had ever shown him openly.

"I should have stopped when you tried...," Lars paused, his brow furrowing as he looked for a way of saying it more gently. Finding no diplomatic path, he continued, his voice low and gravelly. "...sucking my dick. I wasn't trying to force myself on you."

The dam broke. "I just didn't know what else to do," Julian stammered out, the tears now tracing hot paths through the fine fur on his cheeks. "I thought… I thought that’s what you wanted… to stop you from…"

But Lars hushed him with a gentle shake of his shoulders. "It's alright if you want to experiment a bit," he said, and the words hit Julian with the force of a physical blow. They were so unexpected, so kind. "All guys do."

And then Lars actually hugged him. The bull’s powerful arms wrapped around Julian, pulling him into a firm, protective embrace. The smaller rabbit was completely lost in the wall of muscle, his face pressed against Lars’s warm, bare chest. The scent of sweat and leather was overwhelming, but it was no longer threatening. It was comforting.

"Even Marv and I have done some stuff on occasion," Lars admitted, his voice a rumbling whisper next to Julian's ear.

Julian sobbed into the large bovine’s shoulder for a few moments more, the raw, unfiltered emotion of the past twenty-four hours finally pouring out of him. While his body shook with cathartic sobs, his brain worked furiously, piecing together the confusing mosaic of feelings and events. He admitted to himself, in the quiet, safe darkness of Lars’s embrace, that he did actually want to do it. Maybe he still wanted it. It had taken the violent, terrifying act of the griffon mounting him in the woods to provide the brutal clarity he needed to see it. It was a horrible realization, but an honest one.

And Lars seemed to know that he was struggling inside. Why was the bull so understanding and welcoming? It felt so unreal, so different from the strict, emotionless world he came from. But most of all, as the sobs subsided into quiet shudders, he realized he just needed this hug. The simple, non-judgmental act of being held.

He pulled himself together as his big ears picked up the sounds of Marv and Barry approaching their position, their cheerful chatter growing louder. As Lars allowed him to pull away, Julian couldn't help but notice the older male's loincloth seemed a bit more… tented than before. Maybe Lars wanted to do a little more, too. The thought sent a jolt of nervous excitement through him.

The uncouth little naked cougar, Barry, spoke up first, a wide grin on his face. "We didn't mean to break up whatever moment you guys were having." His comment earned him a gentle swat on the head from Marv.

But Lars didn't seem bothered. "Just having a little chat with Julian," he said smoothly, and then he reached out and affectionately tussled the floof of hair between Julian's big ears. The casual touch sent another wave of warmth through the rabbit. "So, did you find all the arrows?"

Marv responded a little sheepishly, holding up the arrows they'd collected. "We got all but one. But a couple were damaged."

"That's to be expected," Lars's tone took on more of a teacher's quality again. "Just keep that in mind. Every arrow you shoot may be one that you can't get back." He looked up at the sun, which was nearing its zenith. "We are due for a break anyway. Barry, why don't you and Julian refill our waterskins? Should be a stream not far that way," he said, pointing to the north. "My brother and I will prepare something for lunch."

"Come on, JuJu," Barry grabbed the rabbit's paw, his small hand surprisingly strong, and quickly pulled Julian in the direction Lars had indicated.

"Don't you want to put some pants on first?" Julian asked, laughing at the cub's boundless, infectious energy.

"Nah," Barry just gave him a smirk over his shoulder, his tail twitching merrily. "Prefer being naked anyway."

Julian allowed himself to be towed away, pausing only long enough to grab an armful of waterskins and stuff them into Barry's discarded pack. The two left the bovine brothers behind and headed off to find the stream, their footsteps light on the soft forest floor.

"So," Julian asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, "why'd you call me that?"

"What? JuJu?" Barry responded, tilting his head. "Seemed better than bun-bun. Has a nice ring to it. And I heard Lars call you that too." Suddenly, his ears wilted and flattened against his head, his joyful demeanor replaced by a flicker of worry. "I mean, it's okay, isn't it?"

Julian realized, with a small jolt of surprise, that he actually didn't mind. The name, stripped of Lars's initial mocking tone, felt… different. Almost affectionate. "No, it's fine," he said, and he meant it. "I just didn't expect it. But I don't mind if you use it."

Barry’s ears perked right back up, and his smile returned, brighter than before.

The pair found the stream rather quickly. It was a little brook that meandered lazily between some rather large, moss-covered boulders. Julian dumped the pack on a flat rock and fished out the waterskins to be filled. No sooner had he turned around than he felt a sudden splash as Barry swatted a pawful of water in his direction.

"Hey!" Julian shouted in amusement, the cool water a pleasant shock on his warm fur. Without a second thought, he retaliated, and a full-on water battle erupted between them, their laughter echoing through the quiet woods. They splashed and chased each other around the boulders, a joyful, unrestrained chaos of flying water and happy shrieks.

As they finally calmed down, soaked and breathless, Barry spoke up. "Might as well get out of those wet pants," he said, wiping water from his eyes. "I thoroughly got you soaked." He looked at Julian with a wry, mischievous smile.

Julian shook his head, a genuine smile on his own face. "You planned that, didn't you? Just to get me out of my clothes." He poked Barry gently in the ribs. "Little scamp."

"Whatever d'ya mean?" Barry asked, the picture of innocence, as Julian stripped out of his wet pants and placed them on the rock next to the pack to dry in the sun. His underclothes were just as wet, making it easy for him to rationalize taking them off as well. Maybe he’d get teased about his small dick again, but he’d rather they dry out than stay damp and uncomfortable.

While Julian may not have felt anxious about being seen naked, he thought back to Barry's suggestion this morning about wanting to maybe do more than just be naked. He felt his little spike of a manhood beginning to rise at the thought.

Barry, now that they were alone, did indeed seem interested in escalating things. He looked up at Julian with his big amber eyes and asked, "Do you mind if I touch your big balls?" He was clearly nervous, but only in the same way that a child is nervous to touch a birthday present before his parents say he can. The cougar seemed so much smaller than Julian now, his slender frame and kittenish features making him look younger and more vulnerable. Julian, shamefully, remembered the times he used to pick on smaller boys because they were easy targets, and felt a jab of guilt.

He just nodded his head, giving Barry permission, but keeping a close watch on his face, making sure that boundary lines didn’t become blurred again. Interested or not, he was still larger than the young cougar and he didn’t want to accidentally scare or hurt his new friend.

Barry moved in close without hesitation, his small kitten paws hefting Julian's ample sack. "They really are so big," he whispered in awe, his eyes wide as he gently explored the rabbit's now very exposed testicles.

Julian couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the cougar's interest. He had always been so shy and defensive of his small cock, but the cat's unwavering interest in his big balls made him feel powerful again, in a different way. "You really think so?" he asked, trying to keep the tremor of excitement out of his voice.

"I thought maybe it was all white fluff at first," Barry admitted, his paws kneading gently at Julian's balls, "but they are really big in there." He seemed to consider for a moment. "Maybe they are even bigger than Marv's. Yours are really heavy."

Julian’s arousal grew along with his cock. It rose, reaching its full 3-inch length, and swung around slightly as the kitten continued to paw at his balls. Julian felt a bit of precum rising up from inside before he saw it dribbling out. Dribbles of it coating his little shaft and dripping down over Barry's paw.

"Whoa! Are you peeing?" Barry asked, blinking in surprise. He seemed to not know about precum at all.

Julian chuckled, a breathy, unsteady sound. "No, no, I'm not. I'm just... you're making me feel really good." He moaned a bit as the kitten continued kneading. "It's the stuff that comes out before you... you know, squirt cum.” He hoped he wasn’t losing his mind, saying these things, but the feeling of Barry caressing his balls was too intense to ignore.

"Oh, yeah," Barry's tone took on the note of someone who maybe didn’t really understand what he was saying, but was playing along. "There's so much of it too." He reached out a tentative paw, while still keeping his other one firmly on Julian's sack, and touched the rabbit’s hardness gently. "Mine gets really hard like this too, but it doesn't leak."

Julian looked down, and sure enough, the cougar was also sporting his own erection poking out from under his sheath. It was just as big as Julian's, but where Julian’s was smooth with a blunt little head at the tip, Barry's was covered with little spines, just like the griffin’s had been, and tapered almost to a point. A true barbed spike.

The cougar guided his hips, pressing his erection against Julian's. The two shafts were nearly identical in size, Barry’s more aggressive barbs scraping gently against the smooth skin of Julian’s cock. Julian gasped as another burp of precum oozed out over the two cocks as Barry rubbed them together. "It feels so nice and slippery," he said, his voice full of wonder. "I wish I made precum too."

"What? No!" Julian said, feeling a sudden wave of affection for the young cub. "I mean... you will. Soon, I think. But you can... you can borrow mine anytime, if you want." He was lost in a wave of lust as he reached out with his larger paw and gripped both shafts together, stroking them gently as one.

Barry let out a soft purring sound as he felt their cocks being stroked together, the sensations amplified by the smooth glide of Julian's precum coating them both. "That feels so good," he whispered, his voice tight with pleasure. "Better than when I do it by myself."

An idea sprang to Julian's mind, shocking even himself with how bold and outlandish it was. "Can I try something else?" he asked tentatively, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. "It might feel... even better." He offered, hoping to sweeten the deal.

Barry, lost in a haze of pleasure and curiosity, just nodded between purring moans, his eyes half lidded and dazed. Julian gently dropped down to his knees on the soft, mossy ground. The rabbit didn't even mind the damp dirt on his fur, in his eagerness to try this new sensation.

Barry looked down at Julian, his curiosity mingled with just a hint of anxiety as the rabbit held the young cougar’s hips, grasping them firmly, and pulled the kitten's sheath towards his face. Julian was unfazed by the little barbs, he had experienced them once already. And then he leaned in and gently licked the very tip of Barry's spike, lapping up his precum that had gathered there.

"But... your stuff is all over it," Barry protested weakly, his voice tight with a mixture of worry and desire.

Julian just muttered, "Tastes good," and then, with a sudden boldness, he popped the entire length of the kitten’s spike into his mouth, sucking on it gently. It didn't compare to Lars's larger, more intimidating member, but the feel of a hard cock in his mouth felt so right, so strangely perfect, even if it was small. The taste of the precum mingled with sweat, which tasted sweet to his tongue, mixing together into a heady, intoxicating cocktail.

Barry was lost in sensation, his eyes fluttering closed as he gasped and moaned softly, his hips twitching with each pull of Julian's lips and tongue. The rabbit experimented, swirling his tongue around the spike, and was rewarded with a soft, needy whine from the young cougar.

"Something's happening," Barry moaned, his voice tight and strained. He grasped Julian's ears as if to stop him, but Julian knew better. He knew that feeling, that intense, overwhelming sensation of ecstasy that bordered on pain. "I think...," the little cougar seemed confused, his brow furrowed as he tried to put a name to the feeling. "I think... I need to pee."

Julian knew exactly what was happening and he was determined to see it through. He wanted to reassure the cub, to tell him that it was okay, but he also didn't want to stop, not now. He just redoubled his efforts, his tongue dancing over the barbed length of Barry's small cock, coaxing it to release.

Barry's efforts to stop him quickly turned into involuntary thrusts as the kitten's body took over, instinctively knowing what to do. Julian relaxed his jaw, allowing the young cougar to use his mouth, letting the little kitten fuck his face with abandon. "Something's coming!" was all Barry could muster as Julian felt the throbbing pulses of the cougar's cock in his mouth, the shaft fighting to eject the cum that wasn't there. The little spike repeatedly pumped against the roof of Julian's mouth, nearly gagging him as it sought release.

It only took a few brief moments, and then it was over. Barry pulled himself away, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with shock. "Did I... did I pee in your mouth?" he asked, his voice small and scared.

Julian rushed to his feet, desperate to reassure the frightened cub. "No, no!" He hugged the trembling kitten in his arms, stroking his back gently. "That was amazing," he whispered, nuzzling the soft fur between Barry's ears. "You just had your first cum. And I loved it. Thank you."

"I did?" Barry asked, his voice full of wonder. "It was amazing," he repeated, his voice shy and quiet.

As they stood there, their embrace growing more and more intimate, Julian felt their hard members rubbing against each other, his own leaking copious amounts of precum, smearing the slippery fluid between them.

Julian's mind was still reeling now that his initial concern for the cub had subsided. He released the cougar from his embrace and leaned against a mossy boulder, his own member aching for release. The ache of his hole, which had been throbbing dully since his encounter with the griffon, now flared back to life, demanding attention.

Barry, still smiling broadly, looked down at his hard feline cock, as if in amazement at the new sensations it could produce. He also noted the smears of Julian's precum that had formed in the cleft between his belly and sheath. The young cougar tentatively reached down with one paw, collecting a bit of the fluid on his fingers, and then brought it up to his mouth, grimacing a bit as if expecting the worst. But as the flavor hit his tongue, his eyes brightened, his tail swishing wildly. "It actually tastes kind of good," he said, clearly surprised. "Weird, but good."

His amber eyes then locked onto Julian's throbbing bunny cock, and Julian could practically see the gears turning in Barry's head. The cougar took a hesitant step forward, kneeling down in front of the rabbit's leaking member. He eyed it warily, clearly eager but also nervous.

Julian, seeing the uncertainty in Barry's eyes, offered a suggestion. "Maybe you could try just a little lick?" he said softly, encouragingly. He held his breath, waiting for the cub to make his choice.

Barry seemed to be trying to build up the courage to take Julian into his mouth. In the anticipation of the moment, he could feel another glob of precum working its way up his shaft. It poured out rather than dribbled this time, the clear fluid coursing down his shaft and soaking into the white fur that surrounded his balls.

That seemed to tip Barry over the edge, and instead of Julian's shaft, Barry lapped at Julian's furry nuts, tending to them with a kitten’s eagerness. "nmmmm" was the only sound the cougar made as he lapped eagerly at Julian's balls, drinking up the slippery fluid like a kitten tasting milk for the first time.

The cat's rough tongue felt amazing on Julian's sensitive sac, sending shivers up his spine. His instincts were screaming at him to grab the cat's ears, to pry open his mouth, and to fuck his face with his throbbing bunny cock. But somehow, Julian willed himself to let the cat explore at his own pace. All the while, more precum seemed to ooze out in a now steady flow.

"So that's what you two are up to."

Neither of the pair had heard Marv approaching, either a testament to the bovine's ability to move through the wilderness stealthily or how lost they were in exploring each other's bodies. They froze, suddenly acutely aware of their exposed state.

"Lars sent me to find out what was taking so long," the young bull said, watching them intently from a few paces away. His loincloth tented as his eyes rove over the pair, drinking in the sight of them.

Barry was the first of the two to react, scrambling to his feet, though the cloud of lust still fogging his brain made his movements slow and uncoordinated. He stammered out a quick, "It's not what it looks like!" But his voice was not very convincing, a weak attempt to hide their play.

Marv's wry smile was enough to prove that he wasn't buying it. "So what exactly is going on then?" he asked, a hint of teasing laughter in his voice.

Julian, for his part, was still a bit lost in the heat of the moment. He unconsciously reached down and began to paw at his throbbing bunny cock, stroking it gently, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

But Barry was already committed to the lie. He attempted to cover his own erect kitten cock behind a paw as he spoke, stuttering over his words. "You see... we accidentally ate some Horny Goat's Weed. You know how that drives the ferals wild. And…"

His voice cut off as Marv untied his loincloth, letting it fall to the ground and exposing his own very erect spear of bull flesh. Oh my gods, Julian thought, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Marv's manhood. It was massive, compared to their own diminutive flesh, the thick shaft veined and glistening with sweat in the dappled sunlight. His balls, heavy and pendulous, swung between his legs, a hypnotic, pendulum motion that had Julian's mouth watering.

"Is that right?" Marv said, a playful, mocking smile on his face. "Seems I must have 'accidentally' ate that bitter weed myself." He shifted his hips from side to side, and his hardon swayed hypnotically in response.

Julian was already moving, his body acting before his brain had a chance to catch up. He dropped to his knees in front of the bull and reached out with one paw, grasping Marv's impressive cock firmly. It was easily twice the length and width of his own meager member, and the sight of it, the smell, sent Julian into a heady, spinning haze of lust. His paw was still slick with his own precum, which helped it slide over the veiny, throbbing shaft with ease.

Marv seemed to know what he was doing, his movements more confident and practiced. He tugged on one of Julian's big ears, a playful tease, as he instructed, his voice husky with barely contained desire, "Might go easier if you got it even wetter. Just watch those buck teeth of yours, bun-bun."

Julian felt Barry kneel on the soft ground beside him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the look on the young cougar's face—the wide, curious eyes, the mouth agape as he watched Julian slide Marv's cock in and out of his mouth, working the wet, slippery flesh with his tongue.

"Wow," Barry breathed, a hint of awe in his voice. "You can really fit it all in, can't you?"

That only encouraged Julian to try to swallow Marv's cock as deep as he could manage. He felt the pointy tip press against the back of his throat, felt his muscles strain and protest against the invasion, and had to pull off to catch his breath.

Barry, recovering himself, looked at Julian with something close to admiration in his amber eyes. "Ummm... can I try too, JuJu?" If Julian wasn't already so far gone, so horned up and eager, he might have laughed at the fact that Barry was asking him for permission, and not Marv.

But as it was, Julian just nodded, a sudden, desperate urge to share this overwhelming pleasure overtaking him. He pointed Marv's spit-covered cock towards Barry's eager mouth, watching with heady anticipation as the kitten’s maw opened wide.

Marv's cock looked even larger framed against the small, pink tongue of the young cougar, his impressive girth stretching Barry's cheeks. Barry cautiously flicked his tongue over the tapered tip, once again with that same look of uncertainty and trepidation, as if he expected the worst. But after a moment, he seemed to relax, his eyes fluttering closed as he mimicked Julian's earlier movements, sliding the slick, wet flesh into his mouth with a soft groan. He nearly matched Julian’s earlier attempt, only sputtering and coughing as the large bull’s vein covered length triggered his gag reflex.

"Take it slow. Don't choke," Marv advised, his voice tight with desire, but mildly concerned as well.

Julian’s need drove him forward, pushing him to swallow the teen’s tasty cock again. He felt a flash of guilt, realizing that maybe he was being a little greedy, but the sharp, pungent scent of Marv's arousal was overwhelming, blotting out any rational thought.

But Barry didn't seem to mind. Instead, he seemed just as eager to please, his tongue lapping Marv's balls, the rough texture making the bull hiss in pleasure. "Oh fuck," Marv groaned, his hand coming down to rest on the back of the young cougar’s head, tangling gently in his mane. "That rough tongue feels amazing on my sack, Bare."

Julian could feel Marv's legs begin to quiver under the dual onslaught, and eased back just in time to avoid being knocked over as the bovine collapsed to the ground, his knees giving out from under him. He looked up at Julian, a dazed, almost drugged expression on his face. "That was almost too much," he said, though he didn't sound particularly upset about it. "I need to sit down," he said, even as he was already sitting on the soft, damp earth, his back against an old log.

Marv's cock bounced in the air, twitching in time with his racing heartbeat, and Barry was quick to grasp it in one paw, gripping Julian's own erection in the other, as if comparing the two. "Marv's doesn't make nearly as much of that…," he paused, clearly searching for the right word, "...cock honey as yours, JuJu."

Julian gasped, his hips twitching as the kitten gently tugged on his shaft. Barry, clearly intrigued by the difference, swapped hands, using Julian's precum to slick Marv's cock, which caused the older male to gasp and buck his hips. That gave Julian an idea…

One that he was too far gone, too desperate, to deny himself now.

Julian took his own member in his paw, collecting as much of the abundant precum as he could, and then reached back, rubbing the slippery mess on his twitching tailhole, feeling it ease the way with every stroke. His need was now, his body's frantic, desperate plea impossible to ignore any longer. There was no way he was going to be denied what he needed.

"Lean back, Marv," Julian said, his voice low and tight. "I know you're going to like this."

The bovine looked up at him, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but he obeyed, leaning back against the log on his elbows. Barry, still not quite understanding what was going on, looked confused. "What'ya gonna do?" the cougar asked. Julian didn't answer, didn't explain, he just… moved.

He grabbed Marv's cock in his paw, angling it just right, and then, his heart hammering against his ribs, he squatted down over the prone bovine, flicking his cotton tail up and exposing his hole to Marv. With a deep breath, he slowly began to lower himself onto the thick, pulsing shaft.

The tip, slippery with his own precum and Marv's leaking arousal, slid easily into him, stretching him deliciously wide as he continued to sink down, taking more of the impressive length with each inch. Both Marv and Julian moaned, the sensations overpowering, but Barry could only stare, watching with wide, bewildered eyes as his friend squatted over the older male, their bodies joined, hips pressing flush against each other.

As Julian began to move, rolling his hips, the only sounds in the little clearing were the ragged pants and moans of the rutting males. Barry was momentarily forgotten, left to watch, unsure of his role in this sudden, intense encounter.

Julian felt a sudden rush of relief as he bottomed out on Marv's cock, finally feeling some solace for the itch he couldn't scratch. The bull gripped Julian's hips, his hands a brand on the rabbit's pale skin, and ground into him from below, his hips pumping in short, sharp thrusts.

"Gods, you're so tight," Marv hissed, his voice tight with pleasure and desire. Julian could only moan in response, the sensation of being filled, of being used, overwhelming.

But as he shifted, trying to find a better position, he lost his balance, rolling backwards and landing with his tail planted firmly on Marv's sweaty belly. The sudden shift in position had Julian gasping, his hole clamping down around the invading cock.

"Oh fuck," groaned Julian, his toes curling as he tried to find some purchase on the slippery rock. His insides twisted at the new angle, the hard thickness rubbing against a sensitive spot that had him seeing stars.

Now Barry could see how they were connected, his amber eyes wide, but not in shock or disgust. "He's in your butt!" he squeaked, clearly bewildered. But he didn't seem turned off by the idea, based on how hard his little kitten spike still was. He seemed more intrigued, curious, as he knelt down between Marv's sprawled legs and gently hefted Julian's sack out of the way, peering at the place where they joined.

"I didn't know you could do that," Barry whispered, his voice full of wonder. Julian could have wept, the feeling of fullness, the way Marv's thick cock seemed to fill him up and stretch him impossibly wide, was exquisite.

With a sudden move, Barry turned his attention to Julian's flopping cock, which was, by now, leaking copious amounts of precum, droplets sliding down his shaft to be lost in the crisp fur of his belly. The young cougar pounced on the leaking member, his small pink tongue darting out to lick at the pearl of precum gathered on the tip before sucking the sensitive head into his warm, wet mouth.

It was too much for Julian to handle: Marv's thick cock slamming into him from below, and Barry's rough kitten tongue teasing the sensitive head of his cock. The dual sensations built, the pressure in his belly coiling tighter and tighter until, with a sudden, desperate cry of, "Oh gods, I'm cumming!" he exploded into Barry's eager mouth.

His orgasm flashed through him, a blinding, white-hot pleasure that seemed to go on and on, his tailhole clamping down on the thick cock buried inside him, his spurts of cum shooting into Barry's mouth. Julian vaguely felt bad for not explaining what cum was to the kitten or how much he tended to produce, but the sight of Barry’s eyes rolling back in bliss as he sucked and swallowed, seemed to indicate that the cougar was enjoying himself just fine.

Marv wasn't far behind, Julian could feel the throbbing pulses of the older male's cock inside him, the hot spurts of his release painting the walls of Julian’s convulsing hole. He cried out, his hips bucking wildly, the sheer force of his climax sending Julian flying higher, his own aftershocks of pleasure mingling with the bull’s.

The trio collapsed into a sweaty, panting heap on the bank of the small stream, their bodies glistening under the afternoon sun. Julian's thoughts seemed to flee, scattered by the intense pleasure, leaving only a warm, wonderful void in their place. He could have lain there, sprawled out and boneless, for the rest of the day, but after several minutes, the need to clean up had them all kneel in the chilly water, washing the evidence of their tryst from their flushed, sticky bodies.

The only one who didn't seem exhausted was Barry, who vibrated with energy, his eyes bright and sparkling. "That was amazing, you guys!" he exalted, treading water next to a boneless, drifting Julian. "Marv, you've got such a big cock! And Julian, you just… just stuck it in you like it was nothing! And there was so much of that honey… how did you fill my mouth so much? I could barely swallow it all!" He laughed, splashing water at the groaning, exhausted rabbit. "And did Marv squirt like that in your butt too?"

Julian was a bit too boneweary to answer all of Barry's questions. It was Marv who chimed in to save him. "We better be getting back," he said, wading out of the stream. "Remember, I was sent to collect you two for lunch."

"I don't know if I could eat anything else," Barry quipped, rubbing his belly with a satisfied air. Then he let out a loud, surprisingly deep belch. "Well, I guess I've got room for more now," he declared, which left Marv and Julian in an uproar of laughter, their earlier exhaustion forgotten for a moment.

"You alright there, bun-bun?" Marv asked, offering a hand to help Julian out of the water. He seemed genuinely concerned that he might have taken things too far.

Julian gripped the bull's hand and hauled himself up onto the bank. "Thank you," he said, his voice sincere. "And I don't mean for the hand up. I really… needed that."

Julian put his underclothes and pants back on while Marv strapped his loincloth back around his waist. "We better get back before my brother starts looking for us," Marv said, and the three of them started their trek back.

"Lead the way, Bare," Marv gestured for Barry to lead the way back to the clearing with the Elm tree. The new nickname seemed appropriate, and Barry, ever the performer, gave his bare butt a little shimmy and flicked his tail for them to follow, a silent invitation to adventure.

As they walked, a profound sense of peace settled over Julian. He looked at the two cubs walking beside him, a goofy, naked cougar and a sturdy, kindhearted bull. A week ago, he would have sneered at them, dismissed them as crude and beneath him. Now… now they were his friends. He had never really had friends before, not like this. There were the children of his father’s associates, of course, but those relationships were all carefully orchestrated, built on a foundation of status and convenience.

These two were different. They were younger than him, far below his social standing, but they were his friends. Intimate friends. Friends he could share almost anything with—his fears, his shame, even his body—and not feel judged. He had been so angry at his father for forcing him on this trip, for thrusting him into the harsh, unforgiving wilderness. But now, in the quiet hum of the forest, surrounded by these strange, wonderful new companions, he was beginning to feel profoundly, astonishingly lucky.

And for the first time in his sheltered, pampered life, Julian Avern actually felt happy.

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